I Hope The Fic You Are Working On Right Now Finds A Reader Who Will Think About It Constantly For Years

I hope the fic you are working on right now finds a reader who will think about it constantly for years

AFTER LAST NIGHT

Summary: After catching your current boyfriend cheating on you. You do what you always do- run to your childhood best friend Jeon Jungkook to ask him about a way to confront your partner, What you don’t know is that Jungkook has been thinking about something( someone)  a bit more than usual and this couldn’t have been better news for him, for both of you. MINORS DNI

Pairing:best friend to lovers, Jungkook X female reader

Warnings:cursing, arguing, cheating (not JK), a little angst, fluff, some self-reflection, toxic partner, Oc, and Jk are very raw and honest with each other. SMUT Oral ( f. Receiving) Unprotected sex (pls don’t this, just don’t.)  Fingering, praising, big d!ck JK, overstimulation, tummy bulging mentioned, he finishes inside, squirting, creaming…tbh you’ve been warned it’s pretty smutty but it’s super sweet. 

word count:9,656

“Hey, honey I will be home late tonight after work, Don’t wait up!”

Seojun yelled from outside your bedroom, which means yet another morning waking up alone in bed. It’s always like this. Seojun and you have been together for a year and a half but he feels more like a stranger than ever. 

How? 

Time changes things. There were just way too many problems and it felt like all of them came from him. You know you played your part, but it never amounted to the same weight of issues he caused. He never tried to meet you halfway. You simply compromise, or you both argue until someone decides to take the couch. Again, it wasn’t always like this. He used to take you on dates, take photos of you, and invite you to his company dinners. He was really a good guy at first. 

The two of you started dating towards the fall semester of your junior year in college. He was a year older, so he was always showing you around in your prior academic years before you started dating. Your mutual friend Namjoon, helped the two of you grow close. Interesting that now it feels like the most distant you’ve been with anyone in your life, and that says a lot because you’re not the most extroverted person. Somehow, you let him in. You thought you had so much in common and it turns out you were wrong. Everyone around you could see how stressful and draining being with him was for you as time progressed, yet you always defended it. 

So, as you readjusted the pillow and looked up at the ceiling, you thought about how living here was becoming one of the worst things you’ve ever decided to do. The ugly truth? it was second to being in this relationship. This is not for the weak, especially when the person you love, isn’t the person you lay next to every night, and that’s if he’s even home. It’s not that Seojun is a bad person, he just isn’t him.

Your childhood best friend, Jeon Jungkook. Bless him and those sparkly eyes. He has always been a sweet soul. Simply put, He was your everything. If you had it your way -and didn’t feel like it would jeopardize your relationship as friends- you would’ve acted on it a long time ago. It’s not that you didn’t love Seojun; quite the contrary you loved him, but you weren’t in love with him anymore. You started thinking about the first time you knew you’d rather be with Jungkook. Yes, you always liked him but this was different. Last year’s beach trip with your friends, Seojun made the BIGGEST FUCKING SCENE. It was all over you having a drink-no you weren’t drunk - Yes, he’s controlling. He ended up leaving early because Jungkook stepped in. It was nice to have someone defend you like that, he always has. That’s when you realized you were falling out of love with Seojun, and that your heart still longed for Jungkook. You tried everything in your power to spice up your relationship but it just kept declining and now..here you are.

As you got up to brush your teeth and wash your face, you felt a little bitter. You lived with Jungkook up until you moved in with your boyfriend, You used to love walking into the kitchen, breakfast being cooked, and Bam waiting for you. You even liked the mornings when it was you who had to do the cooking, just to see that smile of his.

You walked into your kitchen with no Bam or Jungkook in sight- but you knew what you gave up when you moved here. You just didn’t know how much you would miss it.

As you take a look into the fridge you notice he apparently forgot it was his turn to go grocery shopping. Go figure. you decide cereal for breakfast it is. You scoffed grabbing the cereal first. You can’t believe Seojun is a milk-first person, like Seriously? What do you even have in common with him at this point? 

Your phone’s ringtone ripped you out of the ‘Seojun and I: pros and cons’ battle you have found yourself doing in the morning. You flipped your phone over to see who it was and happily answered the incoming phone call. 

“There she is!” 

“Jiminie, why are you always this excited in the morning?”

“ I’m not, you and I both know this. I happen to like my bestie though. Go shopping with me and Hobi!”  Your older brother, and best friend in one person... He’s being annoying but it’s honestly Jimin, there was no harm done here. Your older brother always cared for you too, which is why you’re so close to him. He is and has always been one of your comfort places, along with Jungkook.

“I don’t have anything else better to do, What time?”

 Jimin pursed his lips as he contemplated what time he should pick you up. “The next hour, so be ready!”

“Okay. Is Jungkook coming?” You said trying not to sound too defeated. 

“No, he thinks you hate him because you haven’t texted him back these last two weeks. I’ve talked to your best friend more than you. I know Kook is a family friend, but speaking to him this much about you in particular is killing me.” Now this one- again, no harm done here. A little bitter feeling from your side, but only because you knew he was right. 

Damn, that might be a new record for you. You’ve only ignored Jungkook four days straight before- and at that time you were in the eighth grade. He still apologizes to this day for breaking your snow globe. Even buys you one for Christmas every year now because he felt so bad. Have you really not said anything to him in two weeks?

‘Seojun could never be better than JK, you would not have to choose’ Jimin had once said.  Again, he was right. 

You eventually freed yourself from your thoughts. 

“Jimin, you and I both know, I do not hate him.” You said to your brother. 

“Then text him back.” And with that, he hung up. 

You decided to get dressed in a basic crop tee, some baggy jeans, and your favorite pair of sneakers. You made sure to put your hair into a half up, half down with your claw clip. Grabbed your purse and then pulled it across your body. Checking for touch-ups and spraying your favorite perfume- the one Jungkook bought you seven of because it’s just ‘soooo hard’ for you to find. Another pinging sound ripped you from your thoughts. The doorbell chime going off nonstop. why are Jimin and Hobi so extra?!

“Hi. I heard the doorbell the first time” You said as you pulled the door open to be greeted by two bright smiles. 

“These are for you,” Jimin said, as he handed you flowers.

“Tiger lilies, Really?” The confusion on your face lasted for all of three seconds. You could guess what they were for. Still, you asked. “You know it’s not my birth flower, What are these for?”

“Duh. Jungkook made us bring them, he said ‘Please stop ignoring me’ or some shit like that.” Hobi stated. Jimin nodded his head to agree. 

As your finger traced a petal you spoke “He is Mr. Please love me.  Fitting” 

Looking at the flowers reminded you of something his mom used to say to you ‘Never underestimate Jungkook’s ability to make you feel special, Never underestimate his ability to make sure you think about him either. That’s the type of person my son is.’  You miss her too. You Should ask when you can grab lunch soon. Once you stop ignoring her son, the person who you love more than anyone else. Yanno…your best friend. 

 “I’m gonna go put these in some water and we can go.” You said as you tried to calm down your heartbeat. 

How can he make you blush and he isn’t even here? Why can’t Seojun make you feel like this anymore?

You walked back out to your brother and hobi. Trying to

act as normal as possible. You’re really missing him right now. You know you do and apparently so does everyone around you. 

“You’re incredibly down bad for each other. Losers.” Hobi just had to be the first to say something about it. 

“Aren’t they hyung? It’s so cute.” -and apparently Jimin just had to follow up.

Annoying. 

“Ooh that one, Jungkook would like that one! Wouldn’t he Chim Chim?” You asked. Your eyes bright as ever, as you looked at the light projector. 

“____ he already has how many of these?” His eyebrow raised at you. 

“But does he have this one?! I don’t think so. Hobi you agree right?”

“You know what happened last time we brought Jungkook on a shopping trip? He wouldn’t stop running his mouth about you either. Which is why,  you have to stop before we no longer invite you.” Hobi said as he teased you. 

“Whatever,  you guys are being haters. I’m gonna buy it!” You said flashing a smile, as you made your way to the purchasing counter. 

Once you were all checked out and got it gift-wrapped for him you smiled proudly to yourself. “I’m the greatest friend ever.” You said rejoining them

“You are but…you’re also a simp, just a cute one.” Your older brother grinned, patting your head.

“Anyway, we should go to the food court! I want some sprite.” Hobi said and you agreed- mostly because that bowl of cereal just didn’t do it for you this morning.  

As you sat with them at the food table, you noticed them both staring at you. 

“Can I help you?” You asked raising your eyebrows 

“How’s your relationship?” Hobi asks you out of nowhere. 

-and that’s the question you always hate... Not because it’s going well but because your response is always a lie when you say 

 “Going good.” 

Jimin rolled his eyes and scoffed. “You’re lying and we know… because we know you. What’s going on? And yes I know something is up.”

“Well, it’s just that, when it started I thought it was great but now…”

“Now?” Hobi said as he leaned in more to pay attention as much as he could. 

“Now I feel like I’m just sleeping with a shell. We don’t hate each other or anything. We just don’t go on dates or cuddle and it’s because he’s busy.  I don’t want to be a brat about it. So… I’m just trying to be supportive.” As you stare at the people listening to you, you know you have to make it sound as good as possible. “But SeoJun will be back to normal I’m sure of I-“

“No. No. No…What do you mean you don’t go on dates? Isn’t he off every weekend?  just like you.” Jimin did not look happy as the words poured from his mouth. You get it. You’re Jimin’s younger sister so for him, this is personal. 

“Exactly, Who doesn’t take a hot girl like you on a date whenever they can?” Hobi asked as he chomped down on his fries in front of him. Jimin would have said something to his friend, but he’s been dealing with having a baby sister everyone likes forever. Plus, it’s Hobi. He’s what Jungkook is to you, to Jimin- minus the whole ‘madly in love with each other’ thing. Really good childhood friends. 

“Guys, he is just really busy. That’s why.” You don’t even know why you’re defending him but again, it’s routine at this point. 

“Busy doing what?” Hobi questioned. 

“I don’t know. Work or something. He just says don’t wait up. And I don’t. No hard feelings, yanno?” As you went to reach for your drink. You noticed Jimin had already pulled it away from you. 

“When’s the last time you slept on a couch ?” Jimin asked angrily. Jimin just like Jungkook, sometimes didn’t hold back. Today was one of those days. 

“Jimin!” You raised your voice slightly and snatched your drink back. 

“The fucking couch??!” Hobi just gave you that look he always gives Jungkook when he is being ..well when Jungkook is being himself, but you know when you get that look-He’s shaming you. 

“Hobi,  it’s not me who usually takes the couch, I don’t take it all the time. I took the couch like 4 times.” You couldn’t even make eye contact with them. It’s probably been double but you’re the type to remove yourself if he won’t. You hate yelling. It isn’t effective communication, but neither is the couch so you’re not sure why you just scaled it down like that. You just don’t want to worry your brother and Hobi. 

“Shouldn’t be dating a dumbass who would have you there instead of himself.” Jimin just wouldn’t let up.  You knew it came from a good place, so you redirected the conversation. 

“Guys, let’s just continue shopping okay..” you asked but somewhat told them so that they backed off. Seems they both got the hint. 

“Thanks again for inviting me guys. I needed some outside time, oh and I’ll drive next time!” You say as Hobi gives you a thumbs up. 

“I’m walking you to the door, Come on.” Jimin must want to talk. You loathe when he does this. A Jimin lecture for you is worse than him yelling at you because this means he’s absolutely right about something and he knows that you know it too. 

Once you have arrived at your door, you feel Jimin staring into the back of your skull. In his defense-You’re a big part of his heart. A sister and a best friend. One who always cares about people, and expects nothing in return. You’re pure that way.  So watching you be okay with this just isn’t, and hasn’t been sitting well with him. He’s tried not to get involved because he understands his baby sister, isn’t a baby. But this is getting out of hand. 

“Listen, I didn’t mean to out your business ____ but you have got to stop letting him treat you like this. Even if some people don’t know. I do, Hobi knows, hell even Yoongi asks if you’re still together and why. You know he doesn’t like to pry. That should say something on it owns. You know who else knows? that person you keep dodging. Maybe texting him would do you some good. You know Jungkook has wanted nothing more than you happy his whole life. ” Jimin said, his face extremely serious. Why is he acting like you don’t know this already?

“Jimin, SeoJun is trying. I promise.” You exhaled and put your hand on his shoulder. Youre not doing good with your attempt at reassuring him. You can tell. 

“No, he isn’t.  If he was explain to me why today- a Saturday- he couldn’t spend time with you. Does he usually work Saturdays? Because this seems new to me. You know Namjoon works at the same office as him? No one is there today but magically he is. I know you may not want to be with Jungkook anymore or gave up on your crush. We know it sucks, and life takes us in different directions - but at least find someone who treats you closely to how he does. You deserve it. I love you.” He said as he planted a kiss on your forehead. 

You nod and hug him and as he makes his way back down the stairs he makes sure he yells “Text him!”

“Love you too chim.” You sighed as you unlocked your apartment door. 

Maybe you should go check on Seojun, he could be under a lot of stress and you’re sure with the way you two have been bickering it’s not helping. Maybe you play a bigger role in this than you think you do. 

You decided on bringing him some food, checking the time to see that it was 2:45. If you start now you could have his food to him by 4:00, which is still a good time. 

As you pack the Tupperware with all the food you’ve made, you end up taking time to check social media before heading out. 

Jungkook posted a picture of his video game screen. That was it. You check in every time you get a chance. Just to see that he is well. Maybe Jimin and Hobi are right, Just text him, he didn’t even do anything wrong. Your boyfriend is just insecure about you and Jungkook’s friendship, but surely he didn’t deserve to be ghosted. Especially when you would rather be with him anyway. You would have told your brother and friend this earlier while out, but you just couldn’t. 

You grabbed your keys and headed to your car. The drive to his workplace felt unfamiliar. Has it really been that long? The question Jimin asked earlier still burning in your mind. When would he make time for you? Why is he working on a Saturday? You had way too many thoughts about him at this moment- all of them unsettling. 

Finally, you arrived at your destination -SeoJun’s office. you can’t help but smile seeing more than one car. Maybe Jimin was wrong. He could really just need to catch up on work. 

You approached the door, entered your boyfriend’s entry code, and walked towards the elevator. with each ting of the elevator, you felt a bit more excitement. Seojun hopefully would be happy to see you too. That would motivate you to try to do this more often, you thought to yourself. That would motivate you to put more into falling in love with him again. 

The elevator finally stops on his floor, and your feet lead you closer to his office space.  From where you’re standing, The door looks cracked which is different for him. He’s always been the type to need absolute silence and space, but then again there’s just one other person here. 

Wait a minute… Is that moaning? 

He does say he works with interesing people, but porn at work is just absurd. There’s no way anyone could be that bold. Insanity… 

exhaling deeply, calming yourself, and continuing walking. Just to see your worst fear once you approached the door.

“Right there… seojun!”

Is that his assistant ?? 

The same one he allegedly fired MONTHS AGO. The same one who you told him was mean and wouldn’t allow you entry before saying “Seojun wouldn’t be with anyone like you.”  The reason you had even been given the entry code incase she gave you attitude   It all made sense. The late nights at work were simply not late nights at work. They were late-nights spent cheating. All the times you waited up, because you were trying to save your relationship. How the fuck could he do this to you? He even wore the blazer you purchased for him when he first got employed to work this morning. What about you? What were you doing wrong? Matterfact, Why the fuck are you blaming yourself?

You dropped the food in your hand as your tears began to well up. So much for Saturday’s at work, So much for trying on your end. Scratch what you said earlier, Seojun is a bad person. You needed to get out of here and so you turned kicking the food as you did, hearing your partner’s mistake speak once last time while you hurried and moved from his sight line. 

“Is someone in the office Seojun?” Her voice irritating the life out of you. 

“It’s probably just the janitor and it’ll make him think twice before looking at my girl if he see’s me fucking her. Won’t it?” you could hear the chuckle underneath his voice. 

HIS GIRL?!! Where is she when he doesn’t feel good and starts acting like a damn toddler? She doesn’t wake up early on Mondays to iron his clothes and prep his food like you do. Has she met his mother and had to deal with her bullshit? That woman is a drag. Staying with him is a drag. All the things you’ve endured..for this. For nothing. 

His girl…that’s the last thing you heard, and It fucking sucked that everyone was right about him. 

As you stepped into the elevator your tears just wouldn’t stop flowing down. Maybe it’s because you know you’ve been playing happy for no reason.  To be betrayed. He didn’t have one bit of decency about it either. He could have broken up with you by now…how could he continue to watch you try and make you feel like you weren’t good enough just to do this to you?

You need a hug.

You need Jungkook. 

You made your way back to your car, unlocked it, and put your phone on hands-free to dial Jungkook’s number. Except he didn’t answer. You have done it this time. Ignoring the one person who cares about you for what? Seojun?

You finally reached your house and put your keys on the kitchen counter.  You walked further inside to wash your tear-stained cheeks, and that’s when you heard a specific ringtone come through. 

My #1 🥳🩶 : Did you really call? Did you like the flowers? Do you still hate me? For whatever reason you hate me? Without explaining? Were you calling to curse me out and finally tell me why? because I’m not ready for that. You’re kind of scary when you’re angry. I love you tho. I miss you. Im sorry for whatever i did

You hadn’t replied in over two weeks, you deserved however many questions he asked at this point

You couldn’t help but smile as you felt tears welling up, yet again. He is your superhero, you know you shouldn’t have ignored him. 

Then your phone began to ring. “No, I don’t hate you. No you didn’t do anything !” You yelled as fast as you could. Jungkook needed to know he wasn’t the problem. You made sure you told people when things weren’t their fault. Unlike someone you know you don’t mind letting people know things aren’t their fault . 

“Good, that’s literally the one thing in life that would destroy me!” Jungkook’s smile and calmness can be felt through a phone. That’s also something you love so much about him.

“What? Someone hating you?”

“No- you hating me. I couldn’t live with myself like that.”

“I’ll never hate you, and I never hated you. Can I come over? I know I owe you an apology”

“Of course, you used to live here. You used to pop up randomly too. You don’t have to ask.” His sweet soothing voice spoke through the phone. 

“I never know if you could have company or anything and I-“

“I’d make them leave even if I did…” He said cutting you off. “You’re more important to me.”

There goes your heart doing somersaults.

“I’m sorry kookie, I shouldn’t have just ignored you for two weeks.”

“You drove me insane, I’ll admit it but I’m just really fucking happy to hear your voice. Bring a bathing suit. Let’s have food, watch some bad documentaries, and swim in the hot tub. Like we used to.”

Another thing about Jungkook that’s so special. That sheer excitement to be bored with you as opposed to being bored alone. 

“Can I stay the night?” You ask, not knowing you have just made Jungkook’s heart flutter 10X the speed it does on a normal day

“Yes of course ___ ! Bam is gonna be so excited! We will see you when you get here, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You say back and then you hear the line disconnect.

Once you’re done packing your stuff, you make sure to grab the gift you bought him earlier and head to Jungkook’s for the night. You contemplate texting Seojun but decide not to. He just shouldn’t be in the way. He shouldn’t be in your way any longer.

The drive felt like forever as you tried to keep your composure but every red light felt like more time to think about what you saw, and with that comes realizing although the cheating hurts and feels like hell- nothing feels worse than the fact for the last two weeks, 14 whole days you put Jungkook on the back burner. All because Seojun asked you to.  You listened to everything he said without considering yourself- just to walk in on him fucking someone else. You also start thinking about how you fell in love with the idea of him. You have been denying your happiness for someone who was pretending to be the hardest worker of the year. Probably presented himself as single to his coworkers besides Namjoon, who would have told your brother. Sneaking behind your back for that relationship with his little personal assistant Emma the whole fucking time. -Personal assistant my foot! 

You finally reach Jungkook’s place and walk to the door of the penthouse, entering the passcode- it’s still your birthday for the code. Jungkook always said he chooses things he likes as passcodes, no matter how silly you told him it was. 

The door opens and you hear barking, meaning you need to get a treat for someone else you’ve been neglecting. Bam immediately found you as soon as you reached for one but instead of trying to get to the treat he just whined at your feet.  You’ve been a bad friend to him too. 

“Hey hey, I’m sorry boy! I didn’t think about how this would be for you. How is my favorite dog!?” You said squatting down to pet his head and behind his ears. 

“Geez and here I thought you came over for me…What the hell are your eyes so red for?” Jungkook said tilting his head.

You swallowed and shook your head no. So, he held out his arms. “Come here princess, what happened?” He asked once more. 

“He’s a fucking cheater, and the worst part is- I didn’t confront him.” You said as you let Jungkook wrap his arms around you. You’ve missed his warmth not just physically but his aura. He’s your sunlight in a sense. 

“Fuck, that’s rough. I’m sorry. I’ll do my best to cheer you up today. Today you’re the only person who matters, not him, not whoever he was cheating with. You want to talk about it?”

You nodded your head yes “Let me change first, You said we were getting in the hot tub?”

He nodded once more and kissed your forehead. Why does it always feel so good when he does that?

Once you’ve finished changing, You pet Bam one more time and make your way outside.  Jungkook is shirtless in front of the grill cooking what smells like the most delicious meat ever. You realize you’ve missed coming here after a long day of work and watching movies with him. You’ve missed someone even taking the time out of their day to do something for you.  

“Steak, Ramyun, veggies, and Highballs!” He says grinning at you. 

“You are the cutest person alive.” You mumble.  Not knowing Jungkook heard that too and he hurriedly turned around so you didn’t see him blush. 

He closes the top of the grill as the meat cooks climbs onto the bench surrounding the hot tub, and looks directly into your eyes. 

“You wanted to talk, and Therapist JK is here to listen!” He says

As you start to recap the events of your day with Jungkook, He feels absolutely horrible. How could he have not been there to protect you? What person cheats on you anyway? Seojun is a fucking dumbass. 

“..And the worst part is too, I tried even when I Knew I was falling out of love with him because I just couldn’t see myself giving up on him. I’m such a dummy.”

“You’re not dumb for trying to see the good in someone, maybe the act of looking for something that doesn’t exist in him was dumb- seeing it in him of all people. You know I never liked him - but you’re not dumb.” He says and takes a sip of his drink and you do the same.

“Why are you being such a good friend to me?” You ask. 

“Because I always want to be good to you. Even if you ignore me,” then gets up to check on the meat he prepared.

You and Jungkook have been outside for hours just talking and watching the sun go down til he decided you should actually get in the hot tub. 

“The water feels so nice. Relaxing. Why would I ever have moved away when you got this damn hot tub?” You ask and look at him through your half-lidded eyes. The highballs slightly affecting you

“The hot tub should be the last reason you want to stay here..”

Jungkook pulled you by your arm closer to him and you wrapped your arms around his neck due to the speed in which he did. This wasn’t unusual just because Jungkook has always been touchy with you, but there’s so much tension. 

“Oh yeah, Bam should be reason number one. You’re right.” You giggle and Jungkook just smiles. He loves the sound of your laugh. He always knew how to get one out of you too. That made him feel really good about himself, Every time he hears it, he swears he wants to reach into his chest and hand you his heart, that still wouldn’t stop it from beating for you. 

“Say I’m reason number one.” He says looking at you and you shake your head no and try to move away but he repeats himself. This time slower. 

“_____…Say, I’m reason number one.” He is piercing through your soul with that gaze of his. So you do what he asks and tell him the truth. 

“You’re number one.” Which causes his frown to turn into the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen. The little bit of light that has decided to shine hits his lip piercing. Who made him so pretty? Why the hell are you staring so hard at him? You know why but usually you would be able to look away, and right now it feels like you can’t. He isn’t holding onto you anymore but you feel stuck. He’s so…cute. 

“Let’s drink some more!” You say and he nods. 

“A little more but not too much more, The last time we got drunk bam probably wished he was human to tell us to stop laughing so loud.” He smiles at you, a slight little nose scrunch. God, you really wish he would stop doing that.

“Hey since you’re my number 1 reason, can you play some music for us?” You ask and he nods

“As long as I’m your number one, you can have whatever you like.” You can’t help but chuckle. Only if Jungkook knew what he was doing when he said stuff like this. 

“You look like you’re foaming at the mouth,” he says to you as he sits across from you on the outside furniture. You’re now wearing his t-shirt over your bathing suit since the air is a little chillier. Jungkook cuts up extra meat since he’s taken notice of how hungry you look.

“Hobi ate most of the fries earlier.” You say

You should see yourself, a little tipsy, in his tee, face a little puffy and reddened because you’ve been drinking. 

Jungkook thinks you’re cute.

“Eat as much as you want, I was just playing anyway.” He pushess a plate to you. 

You smile and continue to make small talk until you ask him a question he didn’t see coming.

“Kook? How do I confront him ?”

Jungkook isn’t a violent guy, he swears! He tries his best not to resort to physical violence, but when you ask him this and he thinks about how red your eyes were when you walked in…the love of his life crying her eyes out, he simply states…

“You let me beat the fuck out of him.” As stone cold as can be. 

You giggle “That is so mean! Seriously Kookie, help me?”

He raises an eyebrow “I’m not fucking joking.” His tone is more stern and serious than before, making you stop the slurping of your food and look at him.

“Kook..I’m not worth you fighting someone.” You try and argue. 

“You’re right, you’re worth more than that. Which Is why you should let me beat the fuck out of him.” You don’t know why but it’s kinda hot watching Jungkook feel the need to protect you like this. Always has been. 

For some reason, your mouth closes and you have nothing else to say. you try and think of a way to break the silence but nothing comes out.

“Can I ask you something that’s been weighing on me?” He asks looking at you from his side of the table.

“Sure. Anything. “ you say and reach for the highball.. but yet again today, someone has snatched your drink before you can even bring it to your mouth.seriously? Whats with everyone today?

 “Didn’t you think that bam and I missed you? I know I’ve seen and heard from you, but you used to live here, why don’t you visit as much? And why did you ghost me for two weeks? You drove me insane. I know I said I was over it but it just…it just didn’t feel good.”

You swallow and it feels like the tension in the air has reached an all-time high. 

“He doesn’t like the idea of me being here for too long. I don’t know …he was complaining and I thought I was fixing it.”  You say looking down at your lap. 

Jungkook is trying to remain cool but that just struck a nerve. He’s been here through everything. How could you do something like that? Instead, he asks another question. 

“Do you miss living here____? You should move back” Your eyes meet his and you chuckle. 

“He wouldn’t like that either, plus I haven’t even confronted -.”

“Stop,” he says and you drop your utensils onto your plate and look at him. He looks serious…Jungkook is pissed. You know it. You know that face anywhere. 

“Stop what?” 

“Defending or redirecting when we all mention him. It’s annoying as fuck actually. You caught him cheating on you today. Stop defending him and just …just answer my damn question.”

Ouch. 

“Jungkook please don’t..”

“Don’t what?” He questions you as he sits back folding his arms. Then he decides to continue. “ If he is cheating on someone as beautiful as you, He’s the biggest fucking idiot in the world. I’d never do anything that dumb.”

Maybe he has had too many highballs. 

“Duh Kookie! You’re not an idiot.” You say as you try to play it off.

“Stop playing dumb and Move back in.” He states and you can tell he wants you to but…

“Kook I can’t. That wouldn’t be something he would like. I told you already.”

“What do you like?”  He’s really catching an attitude with you right now.  You thought this night was going to be confrontation-free besides your apology, but you also know Jungkook hates being ignored. You did this to yourself. 

He starts biting his inner cheek waiting for you to answer. So you decide to look up and question him instead.“Damn Jungkook, Why does this feel like an interview?” 

You know that wasn’t fair, but Jungkook won’t let you escape. He’s made it clear he is the one asking the questions and getting answers tonight. 

“Just because he suggested it doesn’t mean you have to do everything he fucking says. I miss when you were okay with being yourself. You’re prettier that way.” Jungkook sighed as he sipped the highball in his right hand. He still isn’t raising his voice either. He just won’t budge. 

“I am okay with being myself!” You retorted.

Why is he so ballsy tonight?

“Nope. Lately…you aren’t. I haven’t seen you act on a single thing in that damn brain of yours in like 6 months. Especially if that dumbass of yours has a say.”

“Jeon Jungkook…you’re pushing it.”

“What? Mad someone is honest with you? I used to be able to do that.” He inched closer into your space and started to read your face. You knew he was right. So did he.

“How the fuck would you know what I’m thinking anyway?”

“I’ve known you your whole life. Why the fuck wouldn’t I know? You’ve also been eye-fucking me this whole time, In case you’re wondering what else I know. If it makes you feel better I wanna fuck you too. Really. Fucking. Bad. ” he said, taking another sip of his drink, raising his eyebrow and smirking.

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

“Stop choosing someone else when we both can choose each other. “ he continues. 

“Jungkook I’m sorry but I don’t want to fight with you. I’ll just go. At least the fights at home, I know what I’m expecting.” Your breathing eratic because of how bold he is being. You stand to get up but Jungkook rushes to block the door that leads back inside the condo. 

“You are home. ”

“Jungkook…” you say as you search his eyes. 

“I’ll let you leave if that’s what you really want, I am not, however letting you leave this late, this dark, into the arms of a fucking cheater when I’ve been right here this whole fucking time!” He snaps some more at you looking into your eyes. 

“You’re so..” You can’t even figure out where to begin. You know he is right…wait he’s been here the whole time. He is right. 

“Fuck this.” He says and leans his head back. You watch his Adam’s apple bob and then when he looks back down at you, his tongue poking his cheek. 

“Jungkook I’m sorry.” You reach to grab his face but he just uses his right arm to pin your arm above your head still holding you against the door.

“Nuh-uh. Tell me what you want.” He presses on and you damn near melt when he licks his lips and tilts his head while waiting on your response.

“You..” You finally say. Your eyes are glossy as you search hiss and since he hasn’t said anything, even though it’s only been a few seconds since you revealed the truth, You continue. 

“I will never want anyone as much as you and I shouldn’t have even left. You’re right! You’re right! I’m so fucking sorry-“

Before you can even finish your apology, Jungkook lets your arm drop that he has been holding and places his hand on your neck bringing you closer to him and his lips envelope yours. So soft. So gentle but needy. Why do you feel like you’re on fire right now? As his tongue begs for entrance and you oblige, he pulls away just to say one thing to you.

“Thank you for apologizing. Now, let me show you how much I love you. ”  

Jungkook never imagined your lips would be this soft.  He’s thought about it, but this was better than any analogy his brain has come up with. This is better than any kiss he has had his whole life, it’s the same for you.  This is what it’s like when it’s the right person. 

All your moans and hums into his mouth that he desperately swallows. You’re perfect for each other. You feel it throughout his kisses. 

“Jump.” He says

So you do. Wrapping your legs around his waist as he leads you into his condo. 

“Say you’re coming home, and say you want me.” He won’t take no for an answer and you’ve confessed so you’re not really in a position to lie to him. 

“I’m coming home, and I want you kook. Really. Fucking. Bad.” 

He chuckles and kisses you some more. “ You definitely didn’t deny the eye fucking.” He says and you pull away.

“Take me to your room , and actually do it.” You whisper against his ear. 

Soon you feel Jungkook placing you on his bed. The way he looks at you makes your heart stop, but you like it as much as you like him.  You’re really in love with him. 

Jungkook joins you. Climbing his way up to you. Watching your chest rise and fall,  as you both stare into each other’s eyes. He wouldn’t want anyone more than you. He never has. You open your mouth slightly and Jungkook tilts his head in concern. 

“I want you.” Your voice, barely a whimper. 

He smiles slightly before saying  “Took you long enough, I’d make you beg…but I want you too.” The way he has been so confident all night has been leaving you soaked. He resumes his assault on your lips, then makes his way down to your neck, finding your sweet spot.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” You moan out and he slides his hands up the borrowed tee that you have on. He makes a mental note to give you whatever it is of his you want, the shirt, him, he likes the way they both look on you. 

You sit up slightly to help him remove it. He looks at you one more time asking for permission. “Touch me.” You say and that  drives him mad. The way you sound for him- so needy. 

Jungkook is quick to start kissing your collarbone and undoing your bathing suit top at the same time.

You’re not sure why you feel so nervous and vulnerable, but maybe it’s because his touch has you completely drenched and you’re trying not to make it obvious. 

He grabs one of your breasts in his hand and brings his mouth to it, sucking and licking it over and over. His teeth lightly grazing every now and then just before he lets them go with a pop. You could cum from this alone, you’re sure especially when he looks up at you the way he is right now. 

“By the time I’m done with you, you would have been convinced to stay anyway.” He says kissing your lower belly. You moan out and suddenly feel his fingers at your hips. He places kisses on each side as he begins to slide your bottoms down your legs, and sits on his knees to make sure they come off completely. 

You can barely breathe at a normal rate. Everything he is doing is so effortlessly sexy. You feel a little shy just because it’s something you’ve always dreamed of.  it’s been a while since you’ve been intimate with anyone. Your relationship eventually deprived you of that too, due to you both barely sleeping in the same room. You try to close your legs, but he is holding your ankle. He takes his time kissing his way from there up to your thigh.

“Don’t hide from me. I won’t hurt you, I’m here with you. Okay?” He says and you nod, smiling at him. 

Jungkook is thorough in making sure not a space on your skin feels neglected, your moans and breathy exhales indicate that you’re enjoying this and getting worked up. 

His fingers gently work up toward the area that craves him most and he parts your folds, then licks his lips, turning you on even more. 

“Fucking hell___, Your pussy is so pretty.” He moans and gently starts rubbing circular motions on your clit. 

“Kook, do something. I’m so wet.” You speak honestly and he has to stop himself from fucking the life out of you right there. He removes his hand and brings the finger that was circling your clit  to your lips. 

“Suck.”

You wrap your lips around his fingers and make sure to look in his eye as he is now slightly hovering over you, between your legs. 

Jungkook’s mouth has fallen into an O shape and you hear him moan for the first time besides your kisses. The way you suck his fingers, He’ll be sure to have your lips wrap around something else, not today though. He wants to make sure you feel what he means when he says “I love you.” 

He removes his finger and bites his lip then brings it back down to your clit and resumes his circular motions. 

“Kook please do something. You’re teasing me.”

“Enjoying my view, that’s all. Trust me…I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.”

He slides a finger in and you moan as he bends down to kiss you. 

“Can you take another?” He asks in between kisses.

You nod and pull away from his lips as the other one is inserted. “I can take whatever you give me, whenever you give it to me.”

You’re driving him insane. Voice so sweet but eyes gazing at him with lust. 

“I want you to look at me the entire time.” He says as he removes his lips from yours and hears you moan out.

You don’t answer so he pushes his fingers deeply inside. “Yes. Fuck!” You moan out and he chuckles as he crawls lower onto his stomach, lifting your legs on each of his shoulders. Still managing to pump into you. 

. Jungkook removes his fingers, replacing them with his tongue to taste your juices, then flattens his tongue while his eyes roll back. He looks so pornographic and then he makes eye contact with you. His eyes are sexy and smoldering. 

“Jungkook! Oh my god!” You moan out. He loves the way his name sounds coming from you. He loves that he’s making you feel good. He loves everything about you. 

He begins flicking his tongue up and down your clit, open mouth kissing you in between. He takes his time fucking his tongue into you, watching you grasp at the bed sheets as you try to keep your focus on him. The way your eyes roll back when he rubs his face in it as he eats you out looks so good to him. He feels drunk off of you. You briefly close your eyes as you moan, but that’s when he inserts two fingers again and you both moan. Him because of how you taste and how you are doing so well for him. You, because of how full you feel, How amazing this feels for you. You know you’re close and Jungkook seems to know too. He curls his fingers and rubs you right in the spot that’ll have you coming undone, then he starts spelling his name with this tongue on your clit as your prop up on your elbows still looking at him, like he said. The pleasure becoming so much. 

“Such a good fucking girl.” He says and you feel your breath hitch. 

“Oh fuck! Jungkook I’m gonna cum!” You moan out and your head falls back, causing Jungkook to pinch at your waist with his other hand, to get you to look at him. 

“Cum for me then.”

And you do, making a mess all over his hands. You’re so fucking pretty to him, that he doesn’t stop there. He keeps going enjoying the way look so fucked out. You sound sweet too. He wants to see you like this for him, only him, as long as he can. He’ll make sure it’s forever by the time he’s done. 

Jungkook continues eating you out and watching your legs shake and quiver. Your mouth is slack and you’re saying things, but they all are pretty incoherent due to all the moaning you’re doing in between. This is exactly what you’ve wanted, better than you’ve imagined. 

“Kook.. I’m gonna cum again. You have to stop. I want you to feel good too.” You say between your moans. 

“I’m worried about you baby. You just need to let me worry about you.” He responds.

The pet name sending you over the edge as you feel a ton of pressure in your pit, you can feel your release coming. 

“Oh, my J-Jungkook!” You have to stop moaning his name like that. He’s been trying his best not to split you open and take his time with you. He remains as patient as he can as he feels how close he has you again.  He pumps the fingers he has in you just a little faster, as you squirt all over him. You can’t believe how turned on it makes him. His lips slightly opening 

“Damn, thats so fucking sexy.” He says as he makes sure to pull his fingers out and slide his fingers into his mouth. 

“You taste. So. Fucking. Good. “ he says as he moans while cleaning your juices off his hand. Looking at you before his brows furrow and his eye roll again. He knows exactly what he’s doing. 

“Kookie. Lay down. It’s my turn.” You try but He shakes his head no as he props himself on his knees.

“Help me with my shorts, then lay your ass back down. I’m not in the mood for you to be defiant about it either. I keep telling you it’s about you.”

Oh. He’s that type in bed. You’ve hit the jackpot. 

You follow the instructions given to you and help undo the strings on his shorts, then you lay back down. What you don’t expect is for him to be that big. You easily could tell he was a nice size but not this big.

“Holy fuck.” You say and he chuckles. he strokes himself in his hand. He was easily the biggest you’ve seen. Both in length and thickness. The tip of him, so red, swollen, and plump. His Head falls back just a little before he shoots his eyes back at yours.

“But you can take it, right baby? You said you can take whatever I give you.” He says as spreads the pre cum around his head. 

You nod your head, yes and he smirks. 

“Good.” He spits on your pussy and then decides to reach toward his drawer but you catch his hand. 

“I trust you. I want to feel you. All of you.” You look up at him through your lashes as you say and he nods. 

He kisses you and whispers against your lips. “If it’s too much say something.”

You shake your head no. “No, I told you I could take it all.”

He lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes in. You both moan at the contact.

“You’re so fucking tight. Jesus baby.” He says as he bites his lip, inching further into you. 

“Jungkook, more. ” You moan out and you both make eye contact. He kisses your forehead and then you lean up a little for a kiss. He obliges and slides further into you. He’s finally in. You fit so snugly around him, you’re so wet and warm too. 

Jungkook cups your face and looks into your eyes as he starts bottoming out of you. Missionary was a great choice he thinks to himself. You’re so beautiful underneath him. You love the way he looks at you. He moves some hair out of your face and whispers. 

“I choose you. I chose you so long ago,” As he pumps into you. Jungkook looks slightly down and can also see himself. Your tummy bulging as he pumps into you. You can’t believe it either. He’s so thick and long. Reaching places you’ve never been touched before. 

“Look at how well this pussy is taking me.” He says eyes blown out and piercing between his teeth as he bites on his lip. 

You’re a moaning mess underneath him, but you look into his eyes and pull his face to yours for a kiss. He feels so good inside you. Your walls contract whenever he slides out slightly. He loves every part of you and you love every part of him. 

“Kook you make me feel so good.” You say moaning more into the kisses you’ve both been stealing. 

“Good, that’s what I want, for you to feel good.” He continues pumping in and out but he leans up from the kiss and pushes your knees to your shoulders as he continues to pump into you. 

“Just. Like. that.” You say as your arms reach for his bicep. He loves how well you take him. You love how deep and passionate each thrust is. 

Jungkook watches as you cream all over him, he knows he won’t last long with the way you’ve been moaning his name. He needs to make you cum again first, it’s easily the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. 

You motion him back down to you and he smirks. “Can’t stop kissing me?” 

You nod your head no. “I can’t. Your right…Oh fuck! Please don’t stop.” You moan the last part out. 

“I won’t, not until this pretty pussy cums for me again.” He makes sure you understand and kisses you, just like you want. 

You start to feel that familiar buildup in your stomach and moan his name some more, you’ve damn near been chanting it now. 

“You’re close.” He says and you nod. 

“Then be a good girl, and make a mess on this dick. It’s yours anyway.” The statement has you whimpering and Jungkook starts circling his thumb on your clit as he pumps in and out of you. 

That’s when you break and he watches everything ooze out of you onto him. You have cum three times. That’s a record you think to yourself -and he still has to cum.

“You think you can be a good girl one last time and cum with me ?” He asks. 

Jungkook is going to be the death of you, but you nod yes. You just want to make him feel good too. He’s been praising you and giving you ownership this whole time. Of course, you can be a good girl for him. 

Jungkook starts going a little harder with each roll of his hips. It’s still slow and sensual, just deeper-you’re not sure how he’s even managing to do that. 

“ Yes, oh my god.  Jungkook.”

He chuckles. You’re so cute. Taking him like he’s always wanted. 

Your cum slicked walls are tight and clenching him perfectly. just about send him over the edge. He leans into your ear and whispers “Ready?” You shake your head fast. 

“Yes baby, I’m ready.” You say. Jungkook just heard you return the pet name he’s been calling you. You’re in absolute heaven, creaming his dick, slightly running down his thighs. 

“Who does this pussy belong to?” He asks and you moan out your answer. 

“You!! Kook please… cum with me.” You moan out every single word. 

That’s when you feel both your orgasms collide and kiss some more. Jungkook makes sure to watch you as he pumps more, you both ride out your highs. 

Then he collapses beside you pulling you into his chest.

“That was so good, that’s the best sex I’ve ever had.”you say and he smirks. 

“Yeah, it was. Let me get you cleaned up and get new sheets.” He says kissing your lips one more time

You spent the rest of the night asleep on his chest, but when you wake up Jungkook is missing-that’s when you smell breakfast. Just like you remember. You go brush your teeth and wash your face seeing the gift you were supposed to hand to him in your bag. You make a mental note to give it to him this morning. once you’re finished, you then walk out to a shirtless Jungkook flipping pancakes and smiling at you.

“HI.” He says and you see Bam walking over to you.

“Good morning to you both!” You say patting Bam on the head and walking over to the person preparing breakfast. 

“I got you a gift.” You say and he raises an eyebrow. You slide it across the counter and he immediately smiles when he unwraps it. 

His smile says enough. He loves it. You know he does.

“You have perfect timing, I think I broke the one I’m currently using! Thank you, princess.”

“You’re so welcome, I’m really sorry about how I treated you. Plus this reminded me of you,” you reply and then you get up to stand with him. 

He winks at you. It’s nice to know he was on your mind. You promise to tell him every time he is now. He’s a priority and you want him to know that. 

“Listen, we should talk so just listen to me.” He says as he watches you wrap your arms around him from behind, but he turns around facing you. 

“I think Jimin, Joon, and Hobi can go get your stuff from your apartment but I want to tell you the truth. After last night, I can’t keep being your friend. I want you to know I meant every word about loving you and no- you don’t have to say it back but let me prove it to you ____ because you deserve more than your getting at h-“

You realize, It’s now your turn to cut him off and you hurry and put your lips on his to kiss him. 

“Jeon Jungkook, I love you too. After last night, I don’t want to be your friend either.”

“So...Can I be your boyfriend?” He asks you and you nod your head yes so fast earning a laugh, as he leans down to kiss you. 

He smiles at you and wraps his mouth around yours. Your arms around his neck as he explores your mouth.

“ Breakfast in bed?” You question and he immediately picks up on what you mean. 

Jungkook pulls you closer, then whispers on your lips “After last night...

Anything you want."

Author's Note: This definitely went in a different direction than planned, but I just want to say thank you so much for reading, all feedback is welcome! I may start a Drabble series for this couple, so stay tuned.

Taglist:@kimber-koo @taesungx @jennafromhome @diorh0seokie @joyfulwobblerhoagiee

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Out of Sight (a KTH one-shot)

→ Pairing: Taehyung x Fem. Reader

→ Genre: fwb, angst, smut, drama, taehyung is hopeless romantic, oc is not good with commitment

→ Rating: 18+, M, R

→ Word Count: 2.5K

⚠︎ warnings: unprotected sex, multiple positions, fingering, creampie, emotionally-charged

A/N: While in line at a gas station, the song If I Keep My Heart Out of Sight by James Taylor came on the radio and I thought it’s something that Taehyung would really enjoy listening to. Then the inspiration hit. Who knows? He probably knows the song. This one-shot is inspired by the lyrics of that song. ALSOOOO 220409 PTD Vegas D2 Taehyung?? YAS PLEASE. I hope you enjoy!

Sequel: Beautiful Mistakes

If I keep on talking now, I'll only start repeating myself and all I can say is

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.

If I slip and tip my hand, I'm certain to scare you away, then what would I say?

I'd be hurting, I'm certain, I'd be uncool to let you know that you're the one, the fool who jumped the gun.

The club is loud tonight. Music is blaring, strobe lights are flashing, and drinks are limitlessly pouring– but it’s unsurprisingly not crowded given that BigHit Music booked it for the night to celebrate the recently concluded BTS world tour. This celebration is by-invitation and strictly for the artists, dancers, musicians, and staff only.

Taehyung leaned back in his booth, clad casually in jeans, white tee and a brown leather jacket, one elbow propped up against the backrest of his seat as his hand toyed with the lollipop stick between his lips. He’s staring at you from across the room. You’re at the bar sipping on a martini, talking with Jungkook and Jin. No doubt listening to his members’ silly banter and their outrageous style concept suggestions– contradicting ones at that since Jungkook is a fan of all black and Jin is a pink enthusiast. As if feeling his eyes on you, you turned to his direction and met his gaze. Taehyung’s breath hitched and his mind went haywire when you smiled at him but he’s quick to collect himself by raising his pint to you, a nod that you immediately returned by raising your martini glass back to him.

Yoongi has observed the exchange that transpired between his younger member and one of their stylists across the room. They all know you. You’re their team’s chief stylist and always has the last say when it comes to their concept shoots. You’re the one who gives the green light and tells the other junior stylists and make up artists what to do. You’re the reason why they all look jaw-dropping and ridiculously good when it comes to their television stages and concerts. You’re also the reason why Taehyung has permanent twinkly heart eyes and has written more than enough songs to fit into three mixtapes all in one go.

You used to freelance as a style consultant, having clients left and right in the Korean music industry until Hybe offered you a permanent position at BigHit Music as BTS’s Chief Stylist. The full-time job requires you to travel around the world with them, wherever their career takes them. It’s been more than a year since you started working and embarking on a world tour with them and it works both for Hybe and for you since you devote all your time to work. How could you not? You’re single, you have no kids nor pets, you live on your own since you fled from the countryside to pursue your dream in the city, so you’re basically your own person, doing anything and everything you please.

It wasn’t hard to get along with the members of the band that you work with. They’re down to earth- with no air of arrogance despite their success, they’re polite, and they treat everyone around them equally and with respect. They are generous with their compliments and apologies as appropriate. Overtime, you’ve grown more and more comfortable being around them and them with you. It has been a few months, on a specific stop in Japan, since you also started getting entangled into a hot, sexy, and enticing situation with one of them. You’re not dense, you’ve noticed the looks that he’s been giving you. Known as one of the visuals of the group, it’s easy for you to fall into Taehyung’s charms as well. Deep-set eyes, thick brows, chiseled jaws, pink cupid lips, and golden sun-kissed skin– and when he flashes his boxy smile, the world seems to fall perfectly into place. It’s easy to get lost in him. And you did… so you’ll never forget how it started. The simple request of changing his footwear from a pair of sneakers to a pair of comfortable slides led to both of you tearing each other’s clothes off, quietly suppressing your moans inside one of the trailer truck-turned-closet on location.

You are nothing but friends. That much you have established. That much you have talked about. As a member of the biggest band in the world, all eyes are on Taehyung- what he does between schedules, who he’s with, who he’s dating. Oftentimes, delusional people who call themselves as ‘fans,’ pair him up romantically with his members. But you know the truth. Behind the scenes, you all know the truth. You, him and his other members know the truth– that Taehyung relies and turns to you when things get a little bit too much.

Cause I've been advised by other guys you've left behind, your goodbyes are somewhat unrefined.

But if I play my role just right, tonight could be my lucky night and you could be mine.

If I present it to you with a flower in the moonlight, shiny and new.

Well, you couldn't say no tonight, if I keep my heart out of sight.

Unbeknownst to Yoongi, Namjoon also noticed the exchange between you and Taehyung across the room.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Namjoon asked him while reaching for a curly fry from the bowl in front of them. Taehyung nodded and smirked at his older member. “Well…”

“Hyung, I’m sure,” Taehyung sighed. “I’ve never been more sure,” he chewed on his lower lip before a smile grew from his lips.

“I’m just saying, Taehyung, she’s dated Jackson before,” he caught Taehyung’s gaze before he continued. “It didn’t end well.”

“She left him?” Yoongi quipped which Namjoon nodded in response.

“Hyung, it’s different with Jackson,” Taehyung defended, a hint of annoyance noted in his voice. “Their relationship became public and Yn was overwhelmed with the attention.”

“What makes you think it’s not gonna happen to you? She’s too free-spirited, do you think she would willingly get herself tied up in a secret serious relationship with you?”

“Because I’ll take care of her. If she doesn’t want to go public, we can keep things under wraps until all of this blows over.”

“That’s not the point, Taehyung. Yn doesn’t want anything to do with commitment,” Namjoon clicked his tongue in frustration. Yoongi threw him a knowing look which didn’t go unnoticed by Taehyung. “Okay,” he leaned in on the table to move closer to his two older members. “I know you all are worried about me and Yn, but please, trust me on this one.” Taehyung hesitated and threw a glance at you before he continued, “I love her, and I’d go to great lengths to protect her. I know you guys can see it. I know all of you know it.” Namjoon ran his fingers through his hair, frustration still bubbling up in his chest. “We’re meeting up at the hotel later. I booked a separate room for us to celebrate.”

“That’s… that’s good for you, Taehyung-ah,” Yoongi smiled reassuringly at him.

“I’m confessing to her tonight, hyung.”

Namjoon sighed heavily and clenched his jaws. “Taehyung–”

“Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi patted Namjoon’s shoulder, cutting off whatever the latter was about to say. “Let him be. We all know he’s been keeping his feelings in check for a while now. We also see clearly how she is when she’s with him.” Namjoon nodded. “Give this to them, huh?”

Namjoon shrugged and sighed in defeat, and Taehyung’s boxy smile as he thanked Yoongi for siding with him was enough to put Namjoon’s heart at ease. At least for now.

If I play my role just right, tonight could be my lucky night and you could be mine.

If I present it to you with a flower in the moonlight, shiny and new.

Well, you couldn't say no tonight, if I keep my heart out of sight.

The heat of the water fogged up the glass wall of the shower, but the glass itself is still cool against your cheek. You found yourself pressed up against it as Taehyung pounded you from behind, his guttural moans ringing in your ear. One arm wrapped around your middle as he fondled your breast and the other hand applying constant pressure, rubbing your engorged clit in circular motions. His expert ministrations and all the sensations coming to you at once is enough to make your knees go weak. “Taehyung…” you moaned his name and he bit your earlobe in response.

“Do you wanna come, baby? Huh?”

“Yes, please…” you reached for his hand on your clit and applied even more pressure. “Please make me come.”

Taehyung grunted behind you before slipping out of you. “I’ll make you come first, I won’t be able to last long if you keep on begging like that.” With one swift motion, he turned you around, back against the glass wall and he’s already kneeling in front of you, lifting one of your legs up to rest on his shoulder.

You screamed in pleasure as he nipped and sucked on your clit, two fingers sinking into your needy hole without any warning, causing you to gasp out. He started thrusting his fingers, his long digits brushing against spots you’ve never reached before. It’s not long before you find your release, hands finding his hair to ground yourself as you come down from your high. Taehyung lapped you up clean, giggling to himself before standing up to pull you in for a deep kiss. You could taste yourself on him and that urged you to deepen the kiss even more.

Taehyung moved his hands further down your back as he whispered to you between kisses, “Babe, jump…”

Without drying yourselves off, Taehyung carried you to the bed and continued ravishing you like a starved predator to his prey. Pinning both your hands on top of your head with one hand, Taehyung aligned his cock with another to your dripping hole and buried himself to the hilt. The burning sensation fleeting as you gasped out in pleasure.

“Taeh, move…” you pleaded in short breaths.

Taehyung caved in and started thrusting in and out of you, finding himself at a steady pace. You sighed and moaned out his name, his grip on your hands above your head heightening up the experience.

“Feel good, hmn?” Taehyung asked as he continued pounding into you. “Do I make you feel good, hmn?”

You struggled to keep your eyes open as he fucked you so deliciously that it made you delirious, “Yes… yes…hnngg.”

“That’s right, yeah…” With one hand still gripping your hands, he ran his other hand up your body, fingers teasing your stomach, up your sternum and finally wrapped around your neck applying gentle pressure as he squeezed. “Look at me, Yn…” You opened your eyes and Taehyung marveled at the sight of your parted lips and fucked out expression. “Look at me when I fuck you.” Taehyung quickened his pace, grunting with every thrust in and out of you so hard, the bed has started to shake. Your short breaths and moans mingled against each other in the air.

“Taeh, I’m so close…” tears began to spring in your eyes. “I’m so close…”

“I know, baby. I know,” Taehyung leaned in and planted a firm kiss on your lips. “Come for me, Yn… please, come for me.” He unwrapped his fingers from your neck and ran them through your hair, nuzzling your jawline in the process. “Come for me now, Yn…” he whispered.

Your toes curled as you screamed his name when you clenched around his cock. Taehyung panted, stilling his hips at the same time painting your walls white with his own release. Both of you were out of breath after your orgasm. You reached out, caressed his face, and pushed back his sweaty hair away from his face, as soon as he released his grip on you. “You’re so good for me, babe…” Taehyung chuckled and peppered your face with kisses all over, making you giggle in delight.

Taehyung stared down into your eyes, lips turned upward into a smile that reached his twinkling eyes. You’ve seen this before. He’s always looked at you as if you hold all the constellations in the sky. You felt something wet drop onto your cheek and it took you a while to realize that Taehyung is crying. “Hey…” you thumbed his tears away. “That good?” you teased.

Taehyung laughed and wiped his tears himself before he leaned in for a quick kiss. “I love you, you know?” His confession did not surprise you because you’ve seen this coming. What surprised you is the way your heart clenched in response. “I am in love with you, Yn,” he continued.

“Taehyung…” you found yourself smiling back up at him.

“I want to keep loving you, Yn. Be with me,” his eyes pleaded. “Stay with me.”

Your eyes began to water at the sincerity of his confession. You don’t deserve this pure, pure soul. “Taehyung, baby…” you brushed his hair with your fingers soothingly. “Can we sleep on this tonight? I’m exhausted and I want us to talk about this with clear minds…”

“Of course, babe…” Taehyung leaned in for another kiss. “Of course…”

Taehyung woke up the next morning with the sun flooding through the window, shining directly on his face. He reached out to your side of the bed hoping for a morning cuddle but found it empty. Panic rose in his chest until he saw your bedroom slippers in front of the bathroom door and your silk robe haphazardly thrown on the floor next to it. He could also hear the faint sound of the water running.

He pulled back the sheets and got up, giving himself a few stretches before making a beeline to the bathroom, hoping to shower with you.

“Yn?” He knocked on the door. “Babe, I’m coming in,” he announced as he pushed the door to the bathroom open. The water on the sink was running continuously when he entered and he reached out to turn it off right away. That’s when he noticed the small neon pink sticky note stuck to the mirror above the sink.

Taehyung had to hold onto the sink when he read what's written on the note. It felt like the wind was knocked out of his lungs when the realization hit him. There, written clearly in your handwriting, were two words that he wished he didn’t see.

‘I’m sorry.’

Sequel: Beautiful Mistakes

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Synopsis: Campus activist Yn was only looking for a one night stand with campus fuckboy Namjoon, but they're both in for more than they bargained for, with many lessons for both to learn along the way.

Status: complete

Pairing: fuckboy!Namjoon × feminist!reader | side pairings: Taehyung × Jimin, maybe others

Genre: social media au + writing (it's actually a lot of writing to be considered strictly smau but hey, smut), college au, smut, plot with porn, angst

Themes: e2l? Student life, me being on my soapbox about how men are trash

Warnings: this whole au is adult content, NSFW, 18+, CHILDREN KEEP OUT. A lot of sex and alcohol. Mentions of sexual assault.

Disclaimers

Character profiles: yn, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jin, Jungkook, Lisa, Jennie and Rose

Chapters:

One: they aren't orgies

Two: down ✏

Three: sex positive

Four: nosy bitch

Five: love yourself, bitch

Six: you up?

Seven: do what you do

Eight: no straight guys 🎉

Nine: shape of you✏

Ten: dickmatized

Eleven: moonchild

Twelve: juice

Thirteen: a terrible surprise

Fourteen: dangerous woman✏

Fifteen: a sexy mouse

Sixteen: that den of iniquity

Seventeen: shivers ✏

Eighteen: 👀 yourself Jimin

Bonus: who the hell am I?

Nineteen: nerd kink

Twenty: rumors

Twenty-one: brownies

Twenty-two: love me harder ✏

Twenty-three:all the rumors are true

Twenty-four: just two casual friends

Twenty-five: I ship it

Twenty-six: a proper cartwheel

Twenty-seven: bicycle

Twenty-eight: looking at me funny

Twenty-nine: friendsgiving

Thirty: express yourself

Thirty-one: dramatic

Thirty-two: all I need is me

Thirty-three: sorry for bothering

Thirty-four: POV ✏

Thirty-five: the bet ✏

Thirty-six: fake friends

Epilog: spring semester, senior year

Epilog: two years later

Endment

Authors notes:

Kim Jisoo is the face claim for yn. I don't really listen to blackpink, but the other girl's are her friends bc I wanted yn to have girlfriends for once.

This takes place at an American university and will reflect many aspect of American college life (though of course there's not typical experience). Sometimes I write their names in the American style and I promise it hurt me too.

The Beta Tau Sigma boys have a betting system where the standard bet is changing hair color, chosen by the maker of the bet. They can only change their hair through another bet or cutting their hair after 2 weeks of punishment.

Of you notice I say plot with porn. I try never to use sex in my stories without it serving the story in some way. In this one, the sex scenes always serve as a barometer for how their relationship is changing and who they are to themselves and each other at that point in the story. I do hope it's also 🥵

I'm sure I'll think of more soon.

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d o i w a n n a k n o w

p a i r i n g : jungkook x reader

g e n r e : stalker-yandere au.

t a g s : obsessive!jk, stalking, yandere, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, non-con to dub-con (oc gives in but these are heavy non-con/dub-con elements), fingering, spanking, degradation, dirty talk (lots lmao), talks of baby-trapping, BREEDING KINK, unprotected sex, masturbation, hidden cameras, voyeurism, slut shaming(?), pussy spanking (doesn’t happen as much like you think it does lmao), blow jobs, head-pusher!jk, talks of imprisonment, actual imprisonment, there’s a cage for .2 seconds, dark!seven au, jk has lots of pet names, JK IS A SEX ADDICT AND WALKING RED FLAG, stockholm syndrome(?) debatable but tagging to be safe, morally grey!oc, oc is a anxiety ball, mentions of hoseok, oc has horny guilt LMAO, implied pregnancy, jk is CRAZY, size differences, jk corners oc a lot, face fucking, cum swallowing, lmk if i missed a tag!!

w o r d c o u n t : 19.8 k

s u m m a r y : “Maybe I’m too busy being yours to fall for someone new. Now I’ve thought it through, crawlin’ back to you,”

How long has it been? Weeks? Days? Months. You weren’t keeping count anymore—haven’t been ever since that happened. You make your way through the busy crowd, headphones plugged in and some depressing song from your playlist ringing softly through both ears. It’s cloudy and breezy—a gloomy sight—you think there’s a chance for rain later on. 

“Excuse me.” You mumble under your breath and push past everyone, bumping occasionally into someone.

Every so often an uneasy feeling creeps up your spine, like you’re being watched or something. He’s here, a sinister little voice says in the deepest crevices of your mind. Your breathing picks up and you turn your head, vision hazy from how fast you’re walking to keep up with the traffic flow. 

Blurry—just faceless people going about their day and trying to get to their destinations. 

You slow down a tiny bit, your earbud hanging out of one ear as you take one good look around your surroundings. Nothing, just stores and faceless people combined with the sounds of beeping cars and engines that become background noise. You find yourself staring ahead of yourself, a grim expression and your lips pursed. 

“I’m losing it..” You whisper. 

You turn back around when you hear it. “y/n.” Your body goes stiff, his voice alone sends you into an anxiety-ridden frenzy.

Your breathing picks up and your feet start moving faster and faster. You keep looking back in all sorts of directions trying to pinpoint his exact location. The entire world feels like a blur, there’s so many voices all around you start wondering if they’re all him. It’s a nightmare-ish hell not knowing which one of them is him—or rather could be him.

 

“...Jungkook.” You quietly whisper. 

Slowly, the world comes to a halt once more—everything falls back into place—you flinch as droplets of water hit your face. The sounds of traffic bring you out of your trance and suddenly you feel like you have room to breathe again. You settle one hand over your chest and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

“y/n.” A startled scream slips past your lips as you shudder violently and spin around. Jungkook’s arms constrict your movements with the way he wraps himself around you.

“Jungkook–let me go..!” You curl into yourself and try to move away, no one bats an eye as you two stand in the middle of the crosswalk in the midst of the crowd. Your smaller hands grip his forearms weakly as you desperately try to shove him off, “What are you doing, let me go.” You repeat, a bit more forceful this time. 

Jungkook only grins down at you and tugs you closer, “C’mon baby don’t be like that. How long’s it been? Weeks? Months? I know that you miss me deep down as much as I miss you.” He whispers down in your ear in that low husky tone he always spoke in whenever you two were pressed up like this. “Don’t be so cruel sweetheart and give me a kiss.” He dips his head down but you move at the last second causing his lips to drag along your cheek. 

You level him with a stare, “I don’t miss you at all, in fact I haven’t thought about you for months now,” you push against him with a grunt of frustration because he doesn’t budge, “My answer was no the last time and it’s no this time, what can’t you understand?”

“Because I know you’re lying to yourself. You say this but when I ask you to look me in the eye, you can’t baby.” Jungkook turns to give you a chaste kiss on the cheek once more, “I know you still want me—us.” He pulls back to look deep in your eyes, forehead against forehead.

Your eyes drop down to his lips and a sense of familiarity washes over you. You recall the times he had his lips on yours, from how soft his kisses could be to the way he kissed you with such passion/force like his life depended on it. Your eyes slowly find his own and for a second you forget you’re both in the middle of a cross walk in the sprinkling rain. 

“Don’t think baby,” Jungkook whispers as he leans down, “just feel.” 

A loud honk suddenly shatters the illusion, you flinch from the loud noise and yank yourself back. You hear Jungkook curse under his breath, “Don’t follow me, I mean it Jungkook.” Your voice is wobbly but you do your best to sound firm. 

You quickly turn on your heels and surf through the crowds of people, ignoring their pointed looks from your shoving. The metro is twice as crowded (more than usual), you easily blend in with everyone else on the platform. Occasionally you look over your shoulder to see if he followed but you see nothing. 

The familiar sound of a piano begins playing in your ear, you slip your other earbud back in and lean against the pillar as you wait for the train to make its stop. 

“I put a spell on you, 

because you’re mine,

You better stop the things you do, 

I tell you, I ain’t lying, 

I ain’t lying,” 

The train comes to a screeching halt and you push yourself off the wall, heading for the opened doors. You tuck yourself near the corner of the train in front of these old grandmas and group of highschool teens. You hold on to the pole in front of you and let out a breath of relief, heart coming to a slow and calm beat. 

You always get like this after seeing Jungkook, he works you up into a frenzy and when you run off you’re left with a stupid adrenaline high that takes what seems like forever to come down from. You’re always left with an ugly feeling in your stomach, dread clouding your senses and an immense amount of guilt. One of these days you feel like you’ll give in all over again. 

Jungkook just makes it so difficult.

At first it didn’t bother you fresh out of the breakup, you had been clouded with anger and frustration the first weeks. Then when weeks turned to months of him trying to get you back you started falling into denial. 

Was the breakup something you wanted? Why did you seem to enjoy the way he begged for you? No matter how hard you tried to push those thoughts away a ugly little voice in your head was always there to remind you. 

‘Admit it, you want to let him in.’ It’d say. You do, but no one has to know that’s how you really feel. 

Someone taps you on the shoulder nearly making you jump out of your skin as you turn to look at them. Some girl stands with an apologetic look on her face, “Sorry, I’m just trying to pass through.” 

You shake your head and step aside, “No, excuse me.” You mumble out and look up at the window, finding a reflection of yourself staring right back. 

The loud screeching noises of the train coming to another stop has you casually looking to the side. The doors open and more people get on, some exit and others like you stay put. However, right as the doors close that's when you see him.. Your heart picks up again and you stare directly back at Jungkook who’s standing there with a devious look on his face. 

“No, no, no,” you turn around and look for a way out, the next stop isn’t for another five minutes and you’re running out of space to get away so running off isn’t the best option you have right now. 

You start backing away, slipping through the crowd and whipping your head back and forth in time to see Jungkook advancing towards you with a predatory look in his eye. He’s zeroing in on you making his way through the people blocking his way. Your breath hitches as your back finally hits the wall, there’s nowhere else to run anymore, and Jungkook knows this too. 

“Running from me again?” He chuckles as he cages you in between him and the wall. He sets his hands on either side of you, effectively trapping you in. Your eyes dart around but no one seems to be paying attention, it’s times like these you wished people weren’t actually minding their own business. 

“I know you miss me,” his breath is hot against your ear, it sends chills down your spine and has you shuddering in a pleasant way, “I know you want me..” He drops one hand down to your hip, gently caressing over it with his thumb, “Can’t you feel how much I miss you?” He breathes out and presses right up against you. 

Your face grows hot in arousal, you can feel the print of his hard cock right up against your thigh pressing dangerously close. You bite back a low whimper and look up at Jungkook, “I-I,” 

He gently shushes you, “Remember what I said baby: don’t think, feel.” He slides his lips against yours. 

The kiss re-awakens the once hidden desire you had stored away in the darkest corners of your mind. Your eyes flutter shut and you tangle one hand in his hair, the other curls around his neck and holds him down against you. Jungkook seems to like that a lot because he lets out a muffled moan in your mouth, the hand he had on your waist now moving down behind to your ass. 

You can hear the train coming to a stop and your eyes open as you take the opportunity to look over his shoulder. People are gathering their things and standing from their seats, you know this isn’t your stop but hell, you’d rather walk the extra three blocks to get to work than be stuck on the train with Jungkook. 

“Baby,” he mumbles against your lip and desperately paws at your jeans. 

The second he pulls off your lips you duck under his arm, he turns to swiftly grab your arm and try to reel you back in. He misses you by a few centimeters. 

“Goodbye Jungkook.” You whisper and disappear in the crowd of people leaving him there by himself with the same hunger in his eyes he had earlier. 

When you step out onto the platform you slip your headphones back in trying to calm your racing heart once again, the song playing becoming an eerie reminder. 

 “Do I wanna know?

If this feeling flows both ways?

(Sad to see you go)

Was sort of hoping that you'd stay

(Baby, we both know)

That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day,” 

+

Jungkook and you once had been happy together, you weren’t going to deny that. 

You had met through one of the rare nights you went out with friends for drinks and food. Your closest friend, Seulgi, had been the one to introduce you two, she thought he’d be perfect for you. Seulgi had NOT been joking around when she said you’d like Jungkook.

 

You both talked the entire night finding each other much more interesting than the alcohol that sat untouched. He had you hooked with his precious little bunny smile and playful nature, sure he had been touchy but who said you weren’t a little touch-starved yourself? You found yourself craving more of him, leaning into his touch and giving into his cute antics. 

The night ended with Jungkook asking for your number and promising you a private date later in the week. Dating Jungkook was a different story however. 

Jungkook was..different. You weren’t exactly used to the princess treatment and sudden obsession over you when you both began dating, you liked to think you didn’t like it but sometimes you weren’t so sure if you were saying that to convince yourself. Jungkook didn’t seem to have a single care for the world if it wasn’t about you. He was possessive, obsessive, jealous—everything that you should have looked out for according to the damn book. 

Yet you didn’t, you stayed by his side like a moth drawn to the flame. Jungkook had single-handedly managed to become your entire world, poisoning your mind with his sweet words and passionate kisses. He made you forget about everything, until there was nothing but him left.. 

Jungkook had come clean about his sex addiction even before you two started getting serious. You sat in silence when he opened up about his struggles and how it impacted his life. In a way you felt sorry for him, it was clear he didn’t ask to be going through this. Oh how you were a fool.. 

Jungkook stopped completely going to his sessions once you two made it official, at first you were worried but Jungkook always reassured you that it was fine. You let it slide for the first couple of months because you were stuck in the honeymoon phase of your relationship with Jungkook, too blinded to really see the problems brewing. 

His addiction became an inconvenience and disturbance in your lives. He went from fucking you at least two times a day to full blown whenever he could get his hands on you. It started off tame until he resorted to fucking you in places where you two could surely be caught. He’d bend to whisper darkly in your ear before whisking you away to some place “private”, where he proceeded to fuck the living daylights out of you.

You could never really resist his charms and begging whenever he wanted to fuck you. A sick part of you loved this—how he would pick you up like nothing and manhandle you to his liking, how he’d take what was his and worship the very ground you walked on. It gave you a sick thrill knowing you had him around your finger, but all good things have to come to an end don’t they? 

You come to the realization through Seulgi. “That’s not a relationship y/n,” she said, “it’s unhealthy for you and him to go on like this, this is more like an exclusive friends-with-benefits.” 

After hearing that you questioned everything in your relationship with Jungkook. So you did what you thought was the best in this situation: you left. 

You had felt horrible but what else could you have done? Jungkook wasn’t proving to you that he was going to try to get help again, and if he said he was going to he’d simply go for one or two meetings and then go back to that vicious cycle—and you were tired of it (physically and mentally).

Oh how you’d come to regret it.

“Hey y/n, I think there’s someone here to see you? I don’t know he didn’t tell me who he was but uh he told me to tell you he’s waiting for you down in the lobby.” One of your co-workers said as soon as you walked into the office. 

You gave her a quizzical look but she merely shrugged and went back to work. Trying to think of who it could be, you check your phone to see if anyone you knew texted you over coming to visit. It couldn’t have been Seulgi, she always called you ten minutes beforehand to let you know she was on her way. You don’t live close to family like that so they were out of the question. 

“Oh.” Realization dawns on you, “Jungkook.” You whisper and hurriedly run to the elevators, hitting the first floor button a bit too rough. “What does he want now?” First the train station, now your job? Were you safe ANYWHERE? 

The elevator dinged and you stepped out, looking around for the tall curly headed fuck who decided to yet again come bother you. You spotted him sitting there with a grin on his face as he stared at you from afar. With clenched fists you walk over, “We’ll talk outside.” You say through gritted teeth. 

Jungkook lets a low whistle slip from his lips, “Whatever you say.” He follows after you with a lazy strut, his eyes practically glued to your ass. You don’t even have to look to know. 

“What do you want now Jungkook?” You say without turning to look at him, you stand in front of a food truck cafe(?) just a little ways down the street. “I thought I made it clear the last time we spoke about us.” You smile briefly at the food truck employee and place an order in for the two of you. 

“Damn baby you’re so cold, not even a how are you Jungkook? Have you been eating okay or anything?” Jungkook chuckles, “When did you become so mean?” 

You side-eye him in disbelief, “Me, mean? When I’m literally the one being followed and stalked by you everyday since we broke up?” You say softly as you take both drinks and hold one out to him. 

Jungkook takes an annoyingly loud sip from his drink, grinning from ear to ear when he sees your annoyed expression, “I don’t see it as stalking, in fact I’m the one running around chasing after you just trying to get back together. You’re the one whose got it fucked in the head if you think I’m stalking you, unless you’re into that shit baby. I know you were into some weird shit but this?” He snorts.  

You don’t reply because you don’t trust your voice, or anything you have to say as a matter of fact. “Right.” He gives you a shit-eating grin while leaning against the food truck, “Admit it baby, you like it, I always knew you were a little fucked in the head but this? You like the chase?” He steps closer. 

The silence feels so loud between you two afterwards, you can’t look him in the eye right now. “Look,” you sigh softly, “I have to go.” You shake your head and give him one last look before you turn and head back to your job. 

He doesn’t follow this time. 

. . . 

“Secrets I have held in my heart,

Are harder to hide than I thought,

Maybe I just wanna be yours,

I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours,”

Jungkook sang under his breath while he sorted out a few wires, “Wanna be yours,” he trails off and lifts up the object he’s holding in his hand, “I wanna be your vacuum cleaner, breathing in your dust,” he whistles and walks towards the large glass window pane, “wanna be yourssss,” he ends with a soft little whistle note as he gets up on the small ladder he has with him. 

“That should do it.” Jungkook hums to himself, admiring his own handiwork. Jungkook takes a step back and looks around the room with a satisfied hum, when he deems everything fit he heads out, making sure not a single thing is displaced. “I just wanna be yours, wanna be yours…” 

A small green check mark lights up his phone, a robotic voice following shortly after, “Welcome, your new security camera system is now: activated.”

+

“So you haven’t gone out or anything with anyone? I mean I kinda figured since it’s been like a few months since all that happened.” Seulgi off-handedly says while stirring her drink around with her straw, “C’monnnn you haven’t thought about it at least once?” She pouts. 

You shake your head fondly, “No not really. I kinda don’t have time to think about stuff like that, got a big project coming up and you know how that gets..” You sheepishly reply with a shoulder shrug. 

Seulgi gives you a ‘I know you’re lying’ look, “Sureeeee, I can count this many times on my fingers the amount of guys that have either checked you out or tried to ask you on a date.” She wiggles her fingers, “Is it cause of Jungkook? Cause if it is girl forget him! You’re single now, you need to go out and live a little.” 

You take a nervous sip from your drink and shake your head, “Look I don’t even know if I made the right choice in leaving him! We weren’t that unhappy, it was just his stupid sex addiction that was tiring me out! I could have just made him get some help and we would have been good,” you pout petulantly, “ ‘s just that sometimes I think I made the wrong choice.” 

“Babe, I love you and all but you need to be a little stronger than that. Jungkook is the same guy who beat up another because he hit on you, we’re talking about the same Jungkook who had a unhealthy codependency with you and was pretty fucking obsessive. I’d say you dodged a fucking tank.” Seulgi scoffs, “Besides, he would have just gone and did the shit he was doing whenever you tried sending him back to therapy.” 

You hated that she was right about everything. Maybe it was high time to see other people and try to get out there. Deep down the very thought of meeting someone who isn’t Jungkook didn’t settle right with you. As much as you loathed the idea you knew you didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. “I don’t know..” You push your empty glass to the side. 

“Hey,” Seulgi smiles sweetly and sets her hand over yours, “just think about it yeah? You don’t have to meet someone new, we can have fun in other ways like a girls trip or something!” Yeah a girls trip sounded nice.. “It’s getting late but give it some thought.”

You both pay for the tab and head out of the bar all giggles and smiles. “I’ll see you next week, yeah? Lunch is on me!” Seulgi waves after parting ways with you, “Text me when you get home!” She blows you a kiss. 

You pretend to catch the kiss with a quiet chuckle, “Bye.” You wave back, “Get home safe..” You mumble softly and turn to head in the opposite direction. 

It’s pretty late but you’re not too concerned given that people tended to stay out and live the night life in the city. You take one look at the night sky before plugging in your headphones, “She said goodbye, too many times before,” you mumble under your breath and lose yourself within the crowd of bustling people, unknowing of the hooded figure headed in the opposite direction. 

. . .

Jungkook had his hands placed all over your body. He sported a soft grin on his face, his onyx eyes watching in glee as little moans left your lips. “There you go,” he said, “let go for me baby.” He whispers darkly and leans down to slot his lips against yours. 

You lean into the kiss and whine softly, Jungkook doesn’t stop there as he brings your hips up in a bruising grip, pressing down and letting his hard cock rub against you. Your mouth waters a tiny bit just thinking about how he’d fuck you silly with that fat cock of his. It had you mewling for him, pawing at his sweats as you tried to get his cock out. 

“Ah-ah,” he stops you breathlessly, “not until I say so baby.” He stares down at you with a glint in his eyes, “Let me take care of you, I’ll fuck so you good you forget all about today baby, just say the word.” He says as he presses his forehead to yours, “Go on, say it.” He whispers. 

You jolt when his fingers slip between your sopping folds, rubbing up against your swollen and tender clit. “J..ungkook..” Your eyes shut in pleasure, “Please,” you grind against his hand, basically humping it at this point, “Fuck me, please, need it so bad.” You whimper. 

Jungkook chuckles, “Good girl.” He leans down to bury his face in your neck, “Good fucking girl.” 

Your eyes snap open and you jolt upwards in bed. You try to control your labored breathing with a hand over your wildly beating heart. “What the..” You look around your room, not a single thing misplaced. You figured it was another one of those nights—another “dream”. 

“What is wrong with me..” You whisper out and bury your face in your hands, blinking away your disoriented gaze. You sit in bed like that for a few minutes calming your racing heartbeat and the throbbing you feel between your thighs. 

This wasn’t the first time you’ve had a wet dream like this, it’s been a normal occurrence for weeks now. You’d go to bed then wake up soaked in sweat (and other places you don’t mention) and then go back to sleep hot and bothered. It was on repeat at this point. 

Your tired eyes shifted over to the alarm clock sitting by your bedside, “Two am..” You chuckle humorlessly and shake your head, “God what is happening to me..” You mumble and lay flat on your back. 

You stare at the ceiling for a few minutes just collecting your thoughts and trying to get a grip on yourself. “What is that?” You mumble in confusion and squint your eyes when you see a small red dot blinking back at you. “I must be going crazy.” You shake your head and turn on your side. 

The red dot blinks the entire night, sitting so innocently up high.

+

“You’re single now, you need to go out and live a little.” It rings in your head the entire morning. 

Even as you sit there in your private office you swear you can hear Seulgi’s words loud and clear in your ears. It’s really starting to bother you now, you’re half tempted to take your lunch early and nap or something. 

After waking up from the wet dream you had tossed and turned in bed for a good hour because Seulgi kept coming up. You swear you feel like you’re going crazy, this was just as bad as getting an annoying song stuck in your head. If not even worse. 

“Hey y/n,” Hoseok peeks in, “got a minute?” 

You lift your head up with a tired smile, “Sure, sit down.” You gesture to the chair, “Did you need something?” 

“Well kinda..? I don’t know if that’s the proper wording but yeah, but first here,” he sets a perfectly glazed cream donut on your desk, “Soojin brought some in and I figured you could use one.” He sits down across from you, “How are you?” 

You look down at the delicious looking donut sitting on the paper plate, “I’ve been..okay. Not the best but you know how it is with these big projects,” you accept the donut, “what about you? How’s the presentation coming along?.”

Hoseok shrugs, “It’s going okay, can’t say I’m too enthusiastic about it but it’s whatever. Anyways, that’s not what I came for,” he sheepishly smiles, “I was wondering if you were free tonight?” 

You stare back at him in awe, “Tonight? Oh, well,” your mind drifts off to the same words from last night, “I’m free..” You mumble while playing with your desk plants, “So…tonight?”

“Yeah..sure,” he sags in relief, “so..see you tonight?” He smiles. 

“Tonight.” You nod smiling back at him. You’re not so sure if your own smile mirrors his enthusiasm, but you tell yourself not to think that way. He says a quick bye and runs out of your office, leaving you a tiny bit doubtful. “Damn you Seulgi..” You mutter under your breath. 

When he’s for sure gone you take your phone out and begin dialing Seulgi knowing the girl is on her break by now. It rings forever and ever until it sends you to voicemail. “That’s funny..” You mumble, usually Seulgi never misses a call, and if she does she texts you during the call letting you know if she was able to talk or not. You check your messages and see nothing. 

“Hmm,” you call one more time but this time the call immediately declines. She must be busy, you think as you send her a quick text. ‘Call me ASAP, I just got asked out by that one guy I told you about.’ 

After hitting send you think nothing of it and turn your attention back to your monitor, blissfully unaware. 

. . .

The phone finally stops buzzing and Jungkook releases a sigh of relief as he shakes his head, “So fucking annoying.” He mutters while setting the device down on the counter. 

He sees it light up with Instagram notifications but he can’t be too bothered with those at the moment. He stares out the window with the coffee mug brought up to his lips, it’s a beautiful day out today..reminds him so much of you.. 

“Flowers would be nice..” He hums, “Maybe some chocolates.”

The phone pings loudly once again—a few times at that—and this time Jungkook can’t ignore the stupid phone and peers over to look at the screen. He nearly doubles over when he sees your name on the screen, “Shit.” He hisses when a bit of coffee spills on him.

When Jungkook cleans up the mess on himself he turns the phone back on, his eyes scan over the message, almost manic and anxious. But just as quick as his smile came it was gone..it was replaced with an unbridled rage. His grip on the phone tightened until he suddenly flung it violently into the wall, hearing the screen shatter and clank to the ground loudly. He was trembling with rage.

“So it’s gonna be like that..? Just gonna..throw me away?” He mutters darkly while staring blankly at the wall, “Cute.”

+

“Gave you all the money, gave you all my heart, your masquerade party, I was fucking drunk,”

You hum while taking a sip from your glass of wine, mindful of the baby pink robe you had on. It had been about a good hour with you just sitting there in front of your vanity listening to music and drinking wine. Seulgi still hadn’t gotten back to you—let alone open the messages you left her—you were getting worried now, half-tempted to call her again. You decide against it though because Hoseok messages you about the restaurant.

“Ugh…where are you,” you mutter quietly while tapping on Seulgi’s profile in hopes of her being active on Instagram, “could really use your help..” You shake your head. 

You give up after seeing that she hasn’t been active at all, in fact the last time she was active was literally yesterday when you both split up after the bar. You wonder if work was kicking her ass too. “Whatever.” You send her a picture of you curled up in your chair throwing up a peace sign, ‘wish me luck xoxo’. With that you finish getting ready. 

You don’t realize how much fun you’re having until you go for another sip of wine and then realize you completely drained both the glass and bottle. A soft pout forms on your lips as you drop your eyeliner over the surface, “Well that sucks.” You softly sigh as you stare at nothing (you must be tipsy given that you spaced out like three times before this). “Ugh.” You groan and push yourself off the chair. 

“Stupid robe,” you shove the silky garment off, letting it pool at your feet as you stand bare in your lace panties/bra. 

In your drunken haze you spot the same red blinking dot from the other night but this time it’s by your bookcase. You stop for a few seconds and stare at it before rolling your eyes, “That’s it, I’m literally going insane.” You throw on your pretty little silk dress which falls off your shoulders and manage to find both Prada loafers you were looking for all day since you got home.

You pose in the mirror for a few seconds before huffing and going to get your phone, “Seulgiiiii,” you whine into the phone, “it’s not funny anymore answer meee, I need you to tell me if I look good or not.” You lift your phone up to show your entire outfit to the camera, “Stop being a bitch,” you hiccup drunkenly, “okay gotta go, love you.” You mumble and stop recording. 

With your look being done you gather your coat and purse. As you wait for the elevator doors to open you feel your phone buzz and out of curiosity you fish it out of your purse and turn it on to check it. “Finally,” you sigh in relief when you see who sent you a message, ‘looks great mama, where you guys heading?’ 

“Mama?” You snort but bite your lip in excitement and start typing back.. 

+

The place Hoseok chose happens to be the same restaurant Jungkook took you to when you finally broke up with him. You stand outside with pursed lips. This place was bringing back memories—ones you worked so hard to repress and store away for good—and now you were forced to come back to the only place you swore to never step foot in again. It wasn’t like it was Hoseok’s fault, how could he have known? 

“Hey,” you say once Hoseok picks up the call, “no yeah I’m here, I’m outside.” You cover your ear with your other hand and walk around a bit to avoid the crowds of people walking by.

“I’m like less than five minutes away, traffics really fucking bad tonight,” Hoseok chuckles on the other line, “You should just go in, I made a reservation under my name already, that way you aren’t standing outside or anything since the weather’s bipolar as hell.” 

You chuckle softly, “Okay, I’ll head inside and wait for you then,” you turn to walk back when you suddenly freeze up, body going eerily still. 

“y/n? You still there?”

You stand there in sheer terror when you see who’s sitting there leaned back on top of the hood of his car. Jungkook’s eyes are already on you as he watches from afar with a soft smirk on his face. You notice that he has a large bouquet of flowers sitting in his other hand. “Y-Yeah I’m here,” you whisper, “I just dropped my purse I gotta go I’ll see you when you get here.” You hang up in a hurry and start walking faster. 

“Hi baby.” Jungkook licks his lips when you’re face to face, “Don’t you look darling? What’s the special occasion?” You hate it when he looks at you like that, like he’s ready to flip your dress up and fuck the living shit out of you in front of all these people. “What’s the matter? Cat’s got your tongue.” He pushes himself off his car and comes to stand right in front of you. 

You look Jungkook up and down, god he looks so good right now in his white and black striped shirt jean combo. His hair's messier than usual too, you just wanna grip it tight like you used to whenever he had his face buried between your thighs— “Baby?” He grins in amusement. 

“What are you doing here?” You swallow nervously while your eyes dart back and forth. You don’t even fight it when Jungkook’s hand comes to rest on your hip his thumb rubbing over it gently

“Ain’t it obvious?” He chuckles, “Came for my baby.” 

You don’t bother to ask him how he found out about you coming here, you see Hoseok’s car pull into the valet a mere few feet away from you guys. That certainly has your breathing picking up, “You need to go,” you push at his chest, “right now Jungkook, please.” You whisper out in absolute fear. 

“Why?” Jungkook’s smile drops as he stares at you with a cold look. His eyes follow yours and he stares darkly at Hoseok, “Oh I see now baby, scared your new boyfriend is gonna find out?” 

“Stay away,” you wheeze as you try to control your breathing while stepping back, “I swear if you ruin it I’m going to hate you forever.” You point a finger at him while rushing into the restaurant. 

As your breathing evens out you jump in terror when someone’s hands come up to rest on your shoulders. “y/n! Oh shit, my bad I didn’t mean to scare you.” It’s just Hoseok.. 

“No it’s my fault I wasn’t looking.” You whisper with a hand over your chest, “I didn’t go because I saw you pull up and wanted to wait for you.” You finish lamely. 

Hoseok can see how nervous you are right now, he looks at you like he isn’t so convinced but he doesn’t push it luckily, “Okay, let’s go.” He smiles and offers his arm to you. 

As you both stand in front of the hostess you can’t help but turn back to look outside. Jungkook’s still there where you left him, staring at you and Hoseok with that knowing look in his eye. You’ve seen it before too, and it sends a tremor down your spine while Hoseok leads you away. You sincerely hope he doesn’t do what you think he’s gonna do..you don’t know if you’ll die then and there. 

“I hope you don’t mind I chose this place, heard it’s really good here.” Hoseok pulls the chair out for you, “In case you’re disappointed or something, not that I’m implying that it just seems like you’re kinda lost here.” He says with a sheepish smile while taking his seat across from you. 

You quickly shake your head, “No, no it’s fine. I’m just a little scared from earlier is all,” you take a large gulp of water, “You know how it is with anxiety and all that jazz.” You try to brighten the mood with a smile. Hoseok luckily lets it go rather quickly and you both fall into a comfortable conversation while the bustling restaurant behind you becomes (a rather comforting) background noise. 

You quickly come to realize Hoseok’s rather pleasant to talk to. He’s the textbook definition of a gentleman with you, he makes sure to listen attentively to you and isn’t afraid to show you how invested he is in your business. You like the attention he’s giving you given that it’s been a cool minute since anyone had truly sat down to just listen to what you had to say etc. You like talking to him, a lot more than you find yourself willing to admit out loud. 

You even forget about Jungkook. 

“How’s the food?” He asks with a grin. 

“Mmm,” you nod while wiping your lips with a napkin, “delicious, I don’t think I’ve ever been to a place where they actually made my steak the way I asked for.” You giggle shyly while hiding your smile behind your hand, “What about you?” 

Hoseok shrugs, “It’s alright I guess,” this makes you burst out laughing, “what..?” He chuckles, “I’m being honest! Here, try some of mine you’ll see what I mean.” He holds his fork out to you and clearly you don’t expect him to feed you but at this point you don’t care you’re having too much fun right now. 

“I like that you offered me literally what I’m already having, just slightly more medium-rare.” You snort, “You’re so funny you know that?” You lean your head against your hand with a fond smile. 

“I’ve been told.” Hoseok gives you a closed-eye smile, “I think you’re funny too y/n, this might be one of my most favorite nights ever.” He slowly slides his hand over your own, just letting it sit there but you can tell he wants to hold yours. 

You find eye contact too intense and avert your gaze down to your intertwined hands. It feels so right..but so wrong for some reason. The same ugly voice starts whispering things in your head, ‘He’s not Jungkook, I bet Jungkook can fuck us ten times better than this guy.’ You bite down on your lip to suppress your annoyance, you have to find a way out of this—and quick. 

The interruption comes in a rather unorthodox manner as the chandelier suddenly comes plunging down right next to you guys. You jump in terror and pull back, “Oh my god–” You quickly stand up to avoid any debris. Hoseok jumps out of his seat too, rounding the table to crowd you as he asks you various questions like: “Are you okay?” or “What the hell just happened?” 

Through all the commotion you see Jungkook at the bar, propped up against the mahogany wood with a toothpick in his mouth and a sinister look. You feel another wave of anxiety take over slowly as your hands become clammy and your balance a bit unstable. “I’m g-going to the restroom.” You tell Hoseok and rush away, not bothering to stop and hear whatever he has to say. 

At the same time you see Jungkook push himself off the bar and start making his way over. “No, no, no.” You mumble and pick up the pace, rushing down the empty hall and towards the women’s restroom. You should be safe in there right?

The bathroom is dimly lit by the cheap fluorescent lighting, you push through and make your way into the last stall and lock yourself in there. Your breathing is labored and comes out uneven, or at least you think it’s uneven. You don’t know and you’re not exactly worried about that right now. 

With an exhausted sigh you slump against the wall and let your head thud against the tile gently, “God this is a mess..” You mumble and hide your face in the palm of your hands. You sit in silence, the small buzzing sounds that the lights make keep you from wallowing in your misery as you slowly start coming to your senses. 

You’re hyper aware of everything going on around you right now—the sounds of the water drops from the faucet, murmurs of staff outside, the lights—everything. You perk up when you hear the low creak the door makes as it’s pushed open. It hits the door frame with a dull thud—creaking even. You don’t give it too much thought until you hear it. 

You sit straight and push yourself as far as you in the corner, trembling as the sounds of his expensive oxfords click against the tiled ground. Jungkook whistles a low tune, pushing the very first stall door open. When he finds nothing he goes to the next, then the next, and then the next. You put a hand over your mouth, watching as his shoes slowly come into view as he makes his stop right next to your stall. 

When he finally comes to a halt in front of your stall he stands there calmly, whistling even more now as he patiently stands there. You stare at his shoes in horror and peek through the small crack in the door, he stands there with an intimidating yet scary smile. The whistling really sends your nerves into overdrive as you shakily reach for the latch. 

With a click it unlocks, you wait with a bated breath and then slowly push it open. Jungkook slowly comes into view, he stares at you silently just taking you in with his dark eyes. You stare right back with your lips parted in a silent plea. For him? You don’t know what you want from him right now, but lucky for you, you don’t have to do too much thinking. 

Jungkook grabs your face in his big hands, shoving you into the stall again as he kicks the door closed with a loud bang. His lips are on yours in seconds as he pushes you up against the tiled walls, huffing quietly against your lips as his hands come up to tug you close, body against body. You whimper in defeat and finally give into that stupid voice that plagues you in your nightmares. 

You bury your hands in his hair and move your lips against his own just as passionately. He hums in approval and snakes his hand under your thigh to grip it, you take it as a sign to wrap it around his waist. With this position your throbbing little cunt is pressed right over his hips, closer than most times he’s cornered you. 

“Mm..ah..Jungkook,” you whisper in between the harsh kisses, “wait–mm,” his lips sloppily claim yours kiss after kiss until saliva begins dripping down the corners of your chin. You arch your back and push your hips into his rather demandingly, “Jungkook, please.” You mewl softly while moving in slow circles against him. 

“Please what baby? After you tried to give away what’s mine to that little priss outside? You think you really deserve it baby?” He growls, “You’re fuckin’ mine,” he presses you harder against the wall, “letting that motherfucker put his hands all over you…after you’ve been so mean to me and run off everytime you see me? Gonna make me beg for it sweetheart is that it? You want me to beg for that little pussy?” He cups your cunt through your panties, pressing the palm of his hand firmly against you. “Hm?” 

You cry out quietly and shake your head, “No–I wasn’t gonna,” you throw your head back with gritted teeth. He interrupts you with a sharp smack against your cunt, one that has you keening in humiliation and arousal, “Jungkook..!”

“Wasn’t gonna what, hm? Were you planning on giving him this slutty little pussy after all? Were you going to lie to me sweetheart, is that it?” He growls low in your ear, “You can fuck him all you want baby,” he whispers as his fingers dip into your soaked panties, “but you know deep down no one is the same as me, no one knows your slutty little cunt better than I do baby.” 

Your mouth falls open in a silent cry as he sinks two thick fingers into your poor throbbing pussy. There’s a sloppy squelching noise that resonates between you two as he fucks his fingers deep inside. You let out shuddery breaths and cling to his shoulders, pawing at him desperately as you tighten your leg that hangs uselessly around his waist. 

“Hear that baby? Bet he wouldn’t be able to get that little pussy talkin’, wouldn’t know how you like it fast and hard you filthy slut.” He leaves marks over your neck and shoulder, uncaring that your “date” was still sitting outside waiting for you to come back. 

He pounds his fingers knuckle deep, brushing them up against that spot that drives you crazy. Your moans spill from your mouth uncontrollably, they go from breathy and high-pitched to loud and clear. If anyone were to walk in it’s over, for fucks sake the door isn’t even closed! 

“J-Jungkook..” Your eyes slip shut and you whimper, “More,” you gasp out and tug him closer. You turn your face and slide your lips against his mouth in a slew of messy kisses and kitten licks, “Please..” 

“More?” The palm of his hand smacks against your sopping folds from the force of his movements, driving his fingers in deeper (as much as it allows him to be honest). He pistons them in and out of you quickly, so fast your pussy tightens around the thick digits greedily, your orgasm building in your core steadily from the hot pleasure. “Like this? Or like this?” He purrs as he brushes against your g-spot teasingly. 

“Like that..!” You throw your head back and moan, “Oh god…” You whisper, eyes clouded in tears of pleasure. 

Jungkook kisses up your shoulder and towards your ear, “Let go for me baby, I got you.” He whispers hotly in your ear, “Cum all over my fingers sweet girl, make it messy like you know how to.” His wrist flicks up, fucking your pussy with his fingers almost like he’s actually fucking you—the same force and brutality. 

Your legs quiver, pussy squeezing around his fingers as another dollop of slick runs down his wrist and your inner thighs onto a small puddle that formed during the finger fucking session. “Jungkook..!” You wrap your arms around his neck and press your forehead to his, “Yeah–like that,” you whisper breathily while staring into his eyes, “gonna cum.” You bite your swollen lip and muffle your moans. 

Jungkook licks his lips hungrily, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. When he feels your thigh stiffen he slots his lips against yours to swallow your moans and whimpers as you finally cum. You ride out your orgasm on his fingers by grinding back and forth on his hand. Loud whines and cries slip from your lips as you greedily fuck yourself on him, only stopping when your poor cunt throbs from overstimulation. 

The air between you two is hot, everything slowly comes to a halt and you feel like you can breathe again. Jungkook’s lips slip from your own with a smacking noise as you slump against the wall whilst panting softly. Jungkook easily follows, leaving gentle little kisses all over your neck to soothe the bite marks he had been leaving prior. 

“Mm–off,” you tiredly whine and shove at his arm, “ ‘s too much.” You mumble. 

Jungkook lets his fingers slip out from your gaping cunt, he doesn’t bother with cleaning his fingers and merely sucks the digits in his mouth, licking them clean with a devious look on his face. Before you can even think about anything Hoseok suddenly pops back into your head. Your eyes widen when you realize you left him out there all by himself. 

“Oh no, no, no,” you mumble out while pushing Jungkook off and scrambling for some toilet paper to clean yourself with, “fuck, fuck, fuck.” Jungkook stares at you with a brow raised given that he’s never heard this many cuss words leave your mouth ever. 

“What’s wrong?” He moves to cage you in, “Where you goin’ baby?” He lazily drawls out. 

“Back out there,” you snap in annoyance, all this pushing and shuffling around in the tiny ass stall has you irritated and feeling claustrophobic, “I can’t just pretend like Hoseok isn’t out there waiting for me.” You mumble while wiping at your inner thighs. 

Jungkook shrugs darkly, “I can.” He says so easily, “C’mon sweetheart, forget about him.. We can go back to my place and I can fuck you so good,” he whispers out while pushing you against the wall, “can fuck you on my bed all night baby.” He grins, “Might not even make it with how sexy you look in this little dress.” He whistles. 

“No Jungkook,” you sigh tiredly, “whatever happened just now is a one time thing, it shouldn’t even have happened! Especially here of all places, are you insane?” You shake your head and throw your trash out, “I mean it.” You look up at him, “Now get out of the way please.” 

Jungkook licks his lips, “Give me a kiss sweetheart.” He calmly says. You stare at him in disbelief but when he makes no effort to move out of your way you timidly reach up to cup his face and bring him down for a gentle kiss. Jungkook hums softly as he pulls back with half-lidded eyes, “Come home with me.” 

“Goodbye Jungkook.” You whisper and push past him as you hurry out of the bathroom. This was so not what you were planning.. 

+

“Your call cannot be connected, please try again,” A sigh of frustration leaves your lips as you hang up the call and close the app, “This is the fifth time..” You slump over on your sofa mindlessly scrolling through your messages. 

It’s been a week since Seulgi suddenly went AWOL on you. You had texted her to see if she was up to go out for lunch but you got no response, and for days now her replies seemed dry and odd. Something just felt completely off with her and now you were tempted to go over to her apartment yourself to see what was going on with her. You prayed and hoped she was okay though, wherever she was. 

With a fruitless sigh you toss your phone on the couch and sit there listening to the pouring rain outside. The sky was a gloomy pale blue color contrasting to the city lights below, the people walked on without a single care for the weather. You should know given that you spent your afternoon sitting in front of your large window watching the people and cars down below with a warm mug of tea on your lap. 

“Seulgi..where are you.” You whisper softly while curling into your blanket. You’re watching a random tv show when suddenly a loud clap of thunder and everything around you darkens slightly. You sit there in silence staring at the once animated flat-screen. “Greatttt.” You groan out and rub your temples, “Just what I needed, perfect.” You push yourself off the couch and head over to the dinner table to turn on the candles there. 

Not even a few seconds pass by when suddenly everything re-animates, you hear the sound of your microwave starting up, the tv turning back on, and the lights once again brightening the entire room. You stand there with the candle halfway in the air, a look of annoyance etched on your features. “Make up your mind will you?” You scoff and head into your room with your phone, intending to re-connect your phone to the wifi along with your other devices. 

You turn your computer on with a lazy hum and let it start up while you check your phone’s connection status. You mindlessly tap on the screen, accidentally clicking your bluetooth tab instead of the wifi one. Before you exit the tab you suddenly go still, “Oh?” You see a new name sitting there instead of your usual speaker etc. 

“Monitor system: 1.” You read out loud, a brow raising in confusion. Your home first off was huge, these weren’t your regular apartments—no these were massive luxury condos mixed in with penthouses. You lived on the top floor and most condos were separated handsomely with each having their own space to prevent any noise complaints. For there to be a new connection/device around only meant that it was coming from your home directly. 

Your neighbor’s walls weren’t nearly as thin for your phone to reach their own wifi radius, let alone their devices. This new device was inside your apartment. 

You stride over to your computer with purpose, immediately wasting no time in logging on and opening one of your newest softwares you currently had been using for work purposes. It acted as a signal tracker of all sorts, it was able to get the job done (via IP addresses of certain nearby devices). You waste no time in entering the information you needed, the sound of your fingers diligently typing away at the keyboard filling your otherwise quiet bedroom. 

The computer gave you an endless source code, you read along the lines of it and came to find out it was one of those hidden cameras judging by its original source name. You scroll down a tiny bit and your breath hitches in horror, the coordinates it gave you were a mere few feet away. You wouldn’t be able to exactly pinpoint the location but knowing the signal was coming from anywhere inside of your home sent chills down your spine. 

Your breathing picks up as you look around your seemingly innocent bedroom, not a thing misplaced or out of sight. You were a minimalist so it wasn’t like you had too much clutter sitting around. It can be anywhere, it can be anywhere, it can be anywhere. You repeated like a mantra in your head as you began tearing apart your bed, shoving at the pillows and comforters. 

You have to find it. 

. . .

Jungkook swiveled his computer chair side to side while watching the scene in front of him through his brightened computer monitors. He had three sitting around him all showing him different angles and displays. On the screen he gets a clear picture of your panicking form mindlessly throwing things around your room, looking under every crevice and surface—practically tearing your room apart to find his cameras. 

“Cute.” He chuckles softly while biting his thumb, “Do you think she’ll actually find them though?” He turns his head to look at his guest with a crazed look in his eye, “Or do you think we’ll have another week with them up? I mean she’s my smart girl, ain’t a computer whiz for no reason.” He mumbles more to himself. 

A low whimper—albeit muffled—comes in response, he hears shuffling behind him so he turns his chair around to look at the source of his oncoming headache. “Oh right, I forgot you can’t talk with duct tape on your mouth.” He laughs quietly while shaking his head, “I think I like you better this way though, you were always loud.” He turns back around and goes back to watching you. 

“Any day now..” 

+

The day that came after the rain was both clear and windy, you found it a perfect time to spend some time at the gym to get some things off your mind (also because you paid a hefty amount of money for this membership might as well?). You started off tame with the treadmills before you went off to some random machine, what you liked about this gym was that it was hardly ever packed. Introverts like you LOVED that. 

“I watched a change in you, it’s like you never had wings,” You nod along to the song’s steady rhythm, fully enjoying the guitar in the background. The sweat was building up rather quickly as you paced yourself, you were looking forward to having a good workout today, hopefully last night's events fade away into nothing. 

After you had found out about the hidden cameras, yes cameras, you went on a rampage tearing your entire house down. You were desperate to find them, not even the full blown smoking session you had after miserably failing to locate the things could soothe your poor mind and give you a night's rest. You were up tossing and turning, you think you got an hour max of sleep if anything. 

Just thinking about how you failed last night is enough to have you pushing through your burning muscles and keep going. You quietly pant in frustration, face twisting in anger as you wipe the sweat from your brow. Today you weren’t going to dilly dally, you were GOING to find those pesky cameras and burn them to hell, along with whoever did this. 

So far you had one obvious prime suspect, Jungkook. He knew your passcode to the house first off, put two and two together and you have yourself a (proven) theory, not a hypothesis, a theory. It would make no sense to accuse anyone else you hardly ever needed maintenance done at your place, and if an official from the apartment building came they were quick about it and under strict security measures. That’s why you paid the amount you did for your condo. 

It had to be him, who else does some weird shit like this? 

A huff of frustration leaves your lips as you stop for a moment to catch your breath. You close your eyes for a few seconds and count to ten before yanking one earbud out and getting up. You turn quickly and gasp when you hit a solid chest, “Shit I’m sor—Jungkook?” You peer at him in confusion and annoyance, “How did you get in here? You don’t even–ugh nevermind get out of my way.” You shake your head. 

Jungkook stands there with a proud little grin on his face, arms folded over his chest as his meaty arms on display, “Workin’ hard baby?” He chuckles. 

“Was, but you’re here now.” You roll your eyes and walk down the aisle of machines, “What do you want? I’m not in the best mood to deal with your antics today,” you take a deep breath, “in fact you’re the last person I wanna see right now.” 

“Who’s the first?” He gives you a shit-eating grin, he ignores the ‘you’re not funny’ look you cast at him, “Relax baby, I’m just playing around. Are you always this tense?” He says as he gently grabs your shoulders and rolls the stiff muscles under his expert hands. 

You suppress a tiny moan and roll your shoulders to shove him off, “Jungkook stop, I’m really not in the mood right now.” You mumble out and look at him, “Are you going to let me workout in peace or you going to bother me and waste my time?” 

“Just trying to help you relax sweetheart, what’s got you this worked up for hm?” He tilts your chin up with his finger, raising a brow questioningly when you take too long to answer. 

You’re stuck looking at him with glossy eyes, you just want to cry and you don’t even know why. You look off to the side and shake your head, “Come.” You grab his hand and lead him to the hallway away from everyone else, “I need you to tell me something and I want the truth Jungkook, I mean it Jungkook because if I find out you lie to me I’m so done with this and I really won’t want you near me.” You plead softly while grabbing his arms, “Are you or are you not the person who put hidden cameras in my apartment? Yes or no.” 

Jungkook stands there with a look of surprise on his face, no trace of malice or nervousness anywhere. “No.” He calmly replies, “I would never do that baby,” he pulls you into his arms and runs his hand over the small of your back comfortingly, “what’s going on baby?” He whispers. 

You press your cheek against his chest and hide your face, “I found out someone put cameras in my house, they’ve been watching me change, sleep, shower Jungkook.” You choke on a sob while trembling, “And I don’t know what to do. I can't find them, I've looked everywhere for them and nothing’s working!” You whine in frustration while tilting your head to look at him, “What do I do?” You whimper. 

“First things first baby we need to go about this calmly or else we’ll be going in circles and go nowhere.” He says and cups your face, “Can you do that for me baby?” He asks softly watching as you nod, “Good girl, we’ll get to the bottom of this okay? I swear.” He presses a gentle kiss to your lips. 

Technically you shouldn’t have allowed that, in fact you shouldn’t even be here standing pressed up with him like this. You’re a sucker for comfort though and you need reassurance now more than ever. “I gotta go,” you whisper while pulling away. 

He gently tugs you back in by your waist as he leans down with his lips ghosting over yours, “Give me a kiss sweetheart, just one.” He murmurs right before you can protest his request. 

You stare at him hopelessly and bring him down for a gentle kiss, resigning to your fate since he’d most likely not let you go without a kiss. Jungkook deepens the kiss, lips moving expertly over your own with a low rumble. He cups the side of your face with his large hand and strokes over your cheek with his thumb. It elicits a moan but you slip from his grip with a wet noise, you bite your bottom lip rather roughly and stare back defiantly at him. 

“You said only a kiss.” You whisper. 

“I know, but I just can’t resist sweetheart.” He breathes out and hoists you up in his arms, marching down the hall to the private shower rooms. 

You attack his neck in a flurry of kisses, biting down on one particular spot as payback for last time when he marked you up. He hisses low and kicks the door open to one of the stalls, immediately turning the water on. Hot water sprays over the two of you and you pull back in panic, “Shit wait my phone!” You yank your headphone out and toss your things under the door and away from the wet tile. 

Jungkook doesn’t ease up in fact he pushes you against the wall and begins kissing down the column of your neck, roughly squeezing your ass through your now soaked spandex shorts. “Fuck,” he says in between kisses, “you’re driving me fuckin’ crazy baby, I came three times just thinking about your soaked little pussy on my fingers. Even now you make it so hard to control myself,” he whispers harshly against your throat.

You quiver in excitement at the thought of Jungkook beating it to the mere memory of what happened almost a WEEK ago. It had your clit throbbing pleasantly as you tilt his face to look at you, “You really think about me?” You softly murmur.

He bites his lip with a groan, like your touch is the best thing he’s ever felt, “Fuck yeah baby, every night and day. I think about all the ways I had you in my bed baby, bent over and spread open stuffed full of my cock. I can’t help it, you drive me crazy, you made me like this,” he presses his hard cock against you, “it’s your fault I’m like this baby, so take responsibility.”

You choke on a moan and bite your lip, “Sit over there,” you whisper pointing to the small ottoman in the corner, “now.” Your eyes narrow when he moves a little too slow for your liking. 

Jungkook curses under his breath and lets you down, going over to the ottoman and taking a seat. He starts to push his sweats down but you stop him, “I’ll do it.” You fall to your knees on the slippery tile, your smaller hands replace his own and you tug his sweats down enough to fish his cock out. 

The mushroomy head peeks out and you want to moan out loud seeing that he went commando. His cock snaps against his stomach with a wet slap, a beady string of precum dribbles out of the head and down his thick veiny shaft. Your mouth waters as you take him in your hand and stroke him slowly, listening to the low moan he lets out as his head rolls back against the wall with a dull thud. 

You watch his lewd expressions closely and lean down to let your hot mouth hover over the tip, “Please baby,” he whispers, swallowing harshly. Your thighs rub together to soothe the ache you feel between them, you like this—him begging—it makes you feel like you’re in control for once. Maybe not by a lot but it greatly pleases both you and your ego. 

Your lips wrap around the leaking head, tongue coming down to poke at his slit and swirl around the sensitive tip. Jungkook moans breathlessly, watching as you slowly take more and more of his cock into your mouth. Your lips are stretched obscenely around him, like you’re struggling to take him—something he’s always loved whether it be your tight little cunt or your mouth. 

Jungkook grips the sides of the ottoman tightly with his knuckles turning white from his grip. You don’t like that one bit so you gently tug his hand and pull it towards your head. He gets the message and immediately buries his hand in your hair, fisting it tightly as he hisses, “Oh fuck,” his lips part as he leans his head back and swallows harshly, “like that baby, feels so fucking good.” 

You choke on a whine as you struggle to take the rest of him from the sheer girth and size of him. The tip pokes the back of your throat every so often as you bob your head slowly. You missed having his cock in your mouth, the delicious weight and curve sitting so perfectly over your tongue. You find yourself eagerly swallowing around him, throat constricting around his cock as you coat his cock with a layer of slick and slobber. 

“Fuck.” He growls out, his grip is unforgiving and he uses it as leverage to shove your head down on his lap until your nose is touching his pelvis. “Yes,” he gasps out, “like that, suckin’ it so good for me.” 

You sputter around him and pull back with a heavy gasp with a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to the head of his messy leaky cock. “C’mere,” he pants, “can I fuck your throat baby?” He rubs his thumb over your glossy lip, “Hm?” You find yourself nodding timidly, lips parting for him as he guides his cock back into your mouth. 

This time you feel more prepared for it as you set your hands on his thighs and look up at him with shiny eyes. He bites his lip and starts guiding your head—up-down, up-down—until he’s completely lost in his own pleasure using your throat like a pussy pocket.

Endless strings of “shit” and “fuck” leave his lips as he uses you to get off. A few times he’ll buck his hips up but the gagging noise you make has him settling back down. Your eyes are teary and spit dribbles from the sides of your lips and on to his thighs. The filthy noises your throat makes doesn’t help at all, in fact he’s more turned on by your gagging.

 

“There you go baby,” he huffs, “my own little cock sleeve, only I get to have you like this huh baby? No one else.” He growls low, “Makes me wanna lock you away some place no one will ever be able to find you in, you’re mine to look at,” he shoves your head down on his lap and holds you there, “mine to fuck,” he lets you come up for air, watching you gasp and take greedy gulps, “and mine to breed.” He darkly murmurs and pushes you back down. 

You whine loudly, this shouldn’t be turning you on more than it’s supposed to. Logically this was your cue to get the fuck out of there but you couldn’t. You greedily listened and took in every single word he said and pictured it in your head. Maybe he was right, you were fucked in the head. 

Jungkook licks his lips darkly, “Oh? You like that don’t you baby?” His cock twitches in interest, “You like hearing how much I wanna lock you up and keep you away like a doll?” He rolls his hips and you notice how the muscles in his abdomen flex and go taut, “Or how I’m gonna breed you and keep that little pussy full of me until you’re pregnant with our baby?” He whispers. 

A long moan escapes your lips as you suck hard, Jungkook’s hands drop from your head as he lets you take control once more and bob your head. You slurp and swallow around him noisily while stroking his soft balls in your hands. You’re getting all worked up now but you’re determined to make him cum down your throat. 

“Fuck baby,” he gasps, “gonna cum.” His moans rise in volume until his hand is coming down to hold you in place, face pressed tightly to his hips as he cums hard. Long moans leave him as spurt after spurt of cum shoots down your throat and fills your mouth. You do nothing but happily take it and swallow it. 

“Lemme see,” he whispers, breath ragged and chest heaving as he watches you with half-lidded eyes. “Good girl.” He lazily smiles when he sees that you indeed swallowed every last drop of him. 

You pant quietly and rub your sore throat, you must look like a mess with your glossy swollen lips and spit in the corners of your mouth. “Jungkook, I—” you were cut off by the sounds of someone entering the showers, heading into one of their own cubicles and starting up the water. You bite your lip and shake your head, you suppose this can wait for another time. 

Another time.. 

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You’re not the same after what happened in the gym, you might have been in a lust ridden haze but you weren’t insane to think that Jungkook was playing around when he had told you all of that stuff. On one hand you were terrified of him, but a darker part of you was scared he was right. What if you did want him to lock you away like he said he would, you were more terrified of the fact that you had enjoyed his little manic moment. 

However as much as you had liked it there was no denying one thing, that he was the one who put those cameras in your home. You weren’t naive, you knew what kind of man you had dated and his obsession with you knew no bounds. He was very much capable of putting those things in your home, everything just screamed his doings. 

You hadn’t let him come over to “help” you look for them, instead you spent the next few days looking for them yourself. You deep cleaned every nook and cranny in your place but nothing ended up coming out of it (well at least you had a clean house now). You needed to act fast, the more you waited the more he would spiral out of control. You thought a quick hook up was going to satiate his hunger for you? Wrong. 

In the last three days you went back to having more sex than you could think of, and Jungkook was restless. He cornered you outside of your work and then you guys fucked in the private parking lot. He showed up after one of your late night convenience store runs and took you back to his place and fucked you (mind you, you were on very high alert the entire time). Just yesterday he had boldly pulled you to the side in a empty alley way before work and fucked the daylights out of you. 

Nothing you said or did could get him to spill accidentally or imply that he was involved anyway with your hidden camera situation. You were desperate to get a reaction out of him, something—anything to get him to slip up. So, you did the next best thing that came up in your head. 

You fucked Hoseok right there on your bed, letting him spread you wide and plow your tender little pussy for Jungkook to see. 

Your lips part with breathy sighs and moans slipping out of your mouth. Hoseok wasn’t a bad lover by any means, this man knew how to angle his hips and move them at a pace that definitely made your mouth water in arousal. You had one hand tangled in his hair, holding him by the back of his neck with his face tucked away in your shoulder and neck. Hoseok didn’t seem to mind, in fact he was openly moaning into your naked shoulder with his lips dragging over the soft expanse of your skin. 

“Seok—right there,” you grip him tighter and bite down on your bottom lip. You hook your chin over his shoulder and stare up at the ceiling in your pleasure filled haze, lips parting in a ‘o’ as no sounds seem to leave you. 

Hoseok hugs you closer to his hot body and begins moving with purpose, growling low and muttering curses in your ear. His cock strikes deep and brushes against your g-spot ever so slightly, just teetering on the edge of hitting it. Your eyes slip shut a lewd “mm” leaves you as your nails dig into his back. Hoseok turns his head and captures your lips in his, moaning deep into the kiss while grinding his hips in slow circles. 

The filthy noise your pussy makes when he does so has your mouth watering from the sound. You feel more dollops of slick slide down your perineum and between your cheeks on to the bed below. Hoseok sneaks a hand below and rubs his thumb over your throbbing bud, circling the tender button and pressing down to apply pressure. 

“Seok..!” You gasp and throw your head back on your pillow. 

Through your blurry gaze you come across the same little red dot from before, the one you swore was the source of your undoing. You stare at it for a few seconds until you finally catch it in its blinking moments. You hide your tiny smirk by turning to bury your face in Hoseok’s neck, now you know where at least one of them was.. Won’t be long until you find the next, and the next. 

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You hummed a random tune under your breath while going over the mental list you made in your head on what you needed to buy for the week’s groceries. You’re feeling refreshed and happily fucked out from the night before, you swear you wouldn’t be opposed to another night like that if it ever came down to Hoseok asking you on another date. 

You’re smiling to yourself when a rough hand reaches out and yanks you into the alleyway opening, you jump in terror and whip your head up to see who the deranged lunatic is. It’s just Jungkook (thankfully). “What was that for?” You shake your head and give him an exasperated look. 

Jungkook looks pissed, like never before and you’re not entirely too sure whether to be scared or turned on by it. “So this is what we’re doing now huh? You finally tired of me after having your fun and leading me on like a dog in the streets?” He says in unbridled rage while looking down at you with a piercing gaze. 

You squirm in his hold and try to unlatch his hand but he merely presses you into the wall more firmly and holds you there with flared nostrils. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, now let me go!” You glare, you’ve finally had it with him just tossing you around like a doll and moving you to his liking, “I said let go Jungkook!” You push him roughly and watch as he stumbles back, hitting the wall across from you as he breathes heavy in anger. 

“So you’re not going to tell me about that fucker you took into your apartment last night? Hoseok was it? You let that…motherfucker put his hands all over you?” He growls in anger. 

There it was, all your suspicions turned true as you stared back at him with wide eyes. How he could have known was obviously only one way, “How did you find out about that?” You softly ask. 

“I saw you take him in there.” He stands with his fists clenched tightly. Oh how you should’ve known what a smooth little liar he was.

You had seen this coming in hindsight, he may have the upperhand but you were always a tad bit quicker and smarter than he was. You had made sure to use the private parking underground entrance when you and Hoseok had both gone to your place together, so there was no way of Jungkook knowing at all—well through his hidden camera of course. 

“You’re lying.” You softly reply and look down at your phone with a bitter smile, “You don’t fool me Jungkook, you haven’t since the beginning.” The accusation sits on the tip of your tongue as your finger slips and accidentally presses on the call button over Seulgi’s contact. Your phone starts dialing her number and before you can hang up the call you hear it.. 

A faint buzzing sound in Jungkook’s pocket, growing more and more deafening to your ears as you both stand in a face-off waiting for either of you to say something. Jungkook tries to poorly mask his surprise but it’s too late—you know. 

“I have to go now,” you take a step back slowly, “I just remembered a last minute phone call I have to make.” You keep a close eye on his movements while backing out of the alleyway slowly and then turning hot on your heels, you need to get the fuck out of there. 

. . .

Jungkook brings the phone out and shuts it off, “Fuck..” He mutters as he paces back and forth while running a hand through his messy hair. You know. Everything he has done up until now has gone to shit, he has to speed things up, yes, there’s no telling what you’ll do now that you know everything. 

“It didn’t have to be this way baby..” He slides his hands into his pockets while walking out of the alley, “If only you would come back,” he chuckles bitterly, “now look what you made me do..” He tosses Seulgi’s phone into the nearby trash. 

Jungkook starts singing “do I wanna know” under his breath. 

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You push through the crowds of people on the sidewalk, rushing through the masses with millions of thoughts running through your head. You’re not even sure what the hell you want to do now, you contemplated going to the police but you didn’t have enough evidence to properly accuse Jungkook. If you went in there now they’d just brush it off as another crazy ex story. 

Just the thought of him hurting Seulgi made your heart ache in pain as silent tears streamed down your face. Seulgi didn’t deserve this, none of it, it was your fault for having such a crazy ex boyfriend who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Now look where that got you, look where that got her.. 

“Fuck!” You sob out while pushing your hair out of your face and throwing your phone in pure desperation and frustration. You pace back and forth in your living room with tons of ideas but zero solutions. What were you going to do now? Jungkook was out of his fucking mind and now you were losing yours too. 

You knew you had to draw him in somehow, without him growing suspicious of you and your motives. Jungkook wasn’t stupid and you couldn’t try to treat him as such because then he’d for sure lash out and your plans would be ruined. You need to lure him in, if you could somehow get him into your apartment and use it as proof that he broke in then you could go from there. 

You take a seat at the dining table with your face buried in your hands, knee bouncing nervously as you take deep breaths. You know what you have to do, you’re just scared. Not of him, but of yourself. A deeper part of you wants him back, and that’s what terrifies you the most. You might not make it out of this, sane you mean. 

When night falls you lay there on your bed staring up at the white ceiling with your hands over your tummy. You’re nervous, paranoia rampant in your body as you attempt to calm your nerves. You had thought about it the entire time you made dinner, the food ended up being half eaten since you were too nervous to eat properly. As you laid there only one thing was on your mind: the cameras. 

During dinner you had come to the realization that you hadn’t taken the cameras out yet, and that’s when the ingenious plan came to your head. You knew he was watching—probably was right now as a matter of fact—you were going to use just that alone to get him here. How? The only way you knew how. 

After lighting up your candles to ease your nerves, you dimmed the lights in your room to a low fuschia pink color. You had showered and picked the prettiest silk nightdress you owned, laying in plain view for his pleasure. With a hitched breath as you slowly bend your knees with your feet planted on the plush comforter. Your legs slowly part as you bring the dress around your hips, you hadn’t bothered with wearing any panties—your cunt laid bare in the open with slick sticking between your soft folds. 

You brought your fingers down, swiping through the mess as you moan quietly when creamy slick stuck to your digits. You coated them thoroughly before bringing your fingers up to taste yourself, a low quiet whine leaving you as memories of Jungkook doing the same to you came flashing in your head. You began to imagine it was him feeding you your own slick, long rough fingers shoved down your throat as he whispered obscenities in your ear. 

“Good girl,” he’d say. 

Your eyes flutter shut as your other hand comes up to cup your tit gently squeezing the mound through your dress. “Suck it baby,” he’d whisper in your ear, “get my fingers nice and wet, there you go–atta girl,” another broken moan escapes as you pinch your hard nipple through the flimsy material. 

“Gonna fuck you nice and slow, you’d like that baby wouldn’t you?”

You whisper a breathy ‘yes’ as you move your slick fingers down to your pussy, “Want it so bad,” you moan, “want you so bad Jungkookie,” you mewl out while rubbing the pads of your fingers against your swollen clit. “Want you just as bad as you want me,” you’re not so sure you’re lying there, “need you to take me—make me yours, wanna be yours.” Your back arches as you dip your ring finger into your greedy little puckered up hole. 

“Open up for me sweetheart, gonna be a good girl for me?” 

“Gonna be the best girl for you,” your head thrashes from side to side as you teasingly fuck your finger in and out of your soaked pussy, “only you baby,” you keen, “no one else, not even Hoseok.” You gasp out as your thighs shake, “Want you to come take me baby, keep me and breed me.” Your lips part in a silent ‘o’ as you fit another finger into your cunt. 

Your chest heaves as you angle your fingers upwards to hit your g-spot, your cunt squelches and drips with your frenzied movements. The noises you’re making combined with the wet noises below become white noise, your heart is pounding in your chest and sweat builds on your brow. “Fuck,” you sob out in pleasure while moving your free hand and resting it around your slender neck. 

The pleasure heightens as you begin to imagine it’s Jungkook looming over you, hand around your neck and his fingers buried knuckle deep in your sopping pussy. Your toes curl and you find yourself teetering on the edge of your orgasm, it’s right there—just a little more. You pick up the pace until you’re slamming your fingers in and out of your poor cunt, striking your g-spot head on over and over again. 

“Go on and cum for me baby, be a good girl and squirt for me, I know you can. There you go sweetheart, get ‘em nice and wet for me,” 

A loud sob escapes your lips as you’re locked in place, your pussy quivers and throbs slowly as jets of slick spills from you. You cum harder than ever, vision going white as your pussy throbs and goosebumps form all over your body. You physically have to close your eyes from how strong your orgasm was. 

“Jungkook..” You whimper softly and let your fingers slip out of your soaked pussy. You curl up into a tiny ball on your side, panting softly as your eyes droop sleepily. You’re vaguely aware of your surroundings—the candles, the mess on your bed, the slick between your thighs. 

You just want to sleep now. With a tired moan you sit up in disarray, looking around your room with dazed eyes. It was now a waiting game on whether Jungkook wanted to show or not, you just hoped you didn’t lose yourself in the process.. 

. . .

You wake up around midnight delirious and half asleep. After cleaning your room you had settled in for the night and went to bed dreaming of nothing in particular. If anything you were having one of the best nights of sleep before you were woken up by something or rather someone. You sit up half awake while rubbing your eyes to clear the blur from your vision. 

Your apartment is deathly quiet, you sit there trying to decipher any noise but nothing comes. A beat goes by and nothing happens. You slump over with a tired sigh, “This is nonsense.” You mutter and get out of bed, you figure a glass of water will do you good and send you right back into your peaceful slumber. 

You slip out of your room quietly when you hear it. The front door keypad beeps loudly as someone—or rather Jungkook—punches in the code to your apartment. You freeze mid-way down the hall, staring through the corner of the wall as the door is pushed open and Jungkook’s dark figure steps in. Everything shifts from zero to hundred real quick, you cover your mouth and run quietly down the hall to the guest bathroom, slipping in quietly and standing with your back to the door. 

“Shit, shit,” you whisper, you didn’t have your phone and Jungkook was definitely going to stop in your room first before anything. You crack the door open and flinch when you hear Jungkook treading down to your room, pushing your door open slowly as he slips in quietly. You watch with a bated breath, flinching once more when you hear him laugh from inside your room. 

“Oh baby is this what we’re going to do now?” He says as he re-emerges with your phone in his hand, “You wanna play a little game of hide and seek is that it?” He coos while whistling as he luckily heads back out in the opposite direction, “Okay baby, we can play your little game if you want.” 

You close your eyes and take a deep breath before stepping out quietly, you run back into your room and grab one of your pens from your desk, “Come out, come out wherever you are,” he loudly calls out from the living room. You drop a few pens and hiss as you whip your head up to make sure he isn’t coming. 

“Oh baby you must be sick in the head,” he whistles, “making me chase you like a big bad wolf.” He tuts you, “Why don’t you just come out? Just wanna talk.” 

You take the opportunity to peek out of your room and throw the ballpoint pen down the hall nearby your guest bedroom door. It hits the marble floor with a loud thud, the noise deafening in your ear as you sit still and wait for him to reply. Jungkook pauses and then you hear his heavy footsteps as he passes by your room and down the hall, “Knock, knock you in here?” 

You peek out and make sure he enters the guest room before you slip out and run down the hall, slipping into the open kitchen as you duck behind the marble counters. 

“We didn’t have to do this the hard way sweetheart, we both know you want this—us. I saw the little show you put on for me, you looked so fucking good moaning my name like that,” Jungkook says while going into each room one by one, “Bet you wished it was my fingers in your little cunt.” 

You peer over the counter, immediately ducking when you see him step back out from the hallway, “Oh the things I wanna do to you,” he whistles, “if you come out now baby all is forgiven and I can show you just how much I loved your little show baby. Don’t you want that? I’ll get on my knees and eat that little pussy out like you deserve.” He says as he steps down to the living room area.

He’s so close, your heart is hammering in your chest right now as you crawl away from the counters and to the hallway again, “I’ll treat you so good, I’ll have you dripping in no time. After I eat your cunt baby I’ll fuck you with my cock just the way you like it. Going to have you stuffed full of my cum like I promised darling.” He’s in the dining room area now. 

“So just come out baby,” he says softly, “I’m begging.” 

You hear him open the door to your study and you waste no time in quickly standing and making a break for it to the front door. However as you step out from behind the wall Jungkook steps in front of you with a wicked smile, “I got you,” He immediately brings you into his arms and covers your nose/mouth with a white rag. 

You scream in terror and begin pounding your fists against his arms, pushing back and trying to buck his hand off your face. Jungkook hushes you gently as he kisses your ear, “It’s okay baby, just let go for me. I got you, everything’s alright.” He purrs gently in your ear while pressing the rag tighter against your face. 

Your lungs burn from the lack of air, you hysterically sob and huff through your nose while the fight slowly drains from you. You’re dizzy from lack of oxygen and inhaling the strong ass chemicals. Not once does Jungkook stop comforting you while he holds your limp body. “There you go,” he coos softly, “just close your eyes..” 

Your vision begins to fade in and out as you sway, you didn’t notice when his grip on you slowly eased up. The rag was no longer covering your face but the chloroform was doing its job. It made a strong wave of dizziness hit you all at once as you felt yourself fall forward. Jungkook didn’t let you hit the ground, however the last thing you heard was his soft whispering. 

“What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way. What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you,” he softly sang. 

+

Your eyes flutter open when a stray beam of sunlight hits you across the face from where you’re lying down. The first thing you notice is the windy breeze coming in through the opened window, the white curtains flowy as they move with the wind. You blink through the confusion and slowly turn your head to examine the rest of the room. 

Black bars. You inch forward slowly and grab the black metal, looking up to see the same thing above you. Cage. Your breathing picks up as you begin pulling at the metal, growing more desperate by the second as you shake the cage with such force. “No, no, no,” the tears begin to flow before you can even stop them. 

A strong wave of nausea and pain wafts over your tired body, you rub at your head to soothe the headache while rattling the cage handle violently. “Somebody help me..! Please, if you’re there please help me!” You sob out while falling limp, forehead pressed to the metal bars in defeat. 

A few minutes of your soft sobs filling the room pass by, you perk up when the door creaks open, “Help me please,” you softly whimper while rolling your head lazily to look at this person. Your vision blurs and you blink a couple of times until Jungkook’s standing tall and clear in your peripheral. 

“Might have gone a bit too overboard with the chloroform baby,” Jungkook’s face twists in worry as he squats down to your level in front of the cage, “hey, hey shh, it’s okay baby I’m here.” He reaches out to wipe your tears with his thumb. 

You flinch violently and yank yourself back so fast it gives you whiplash, “Don’t fucking touch me,” you spit, “what the hell is the meaning of all this?! Tell me right now Jungkook.” You glare tiredly while curling into your side away from his reach. 

Jungkook ignores you and instead pushes a glass of water and some food under the cage opening, “I bet you’re hungry, here it’s been a cool minute actually..was kinda worried you’d never wake up.” He chuckles under his breath, “Go on baby, I made your favorite.” He says as he beckons you closer. 

“Jungkook,” you softly whisper, “where am I? What did you do to Seulgi—!” You yelp when the cage rattles as he slams his hand against it violently. His friendly demeanor instantly disappears once Seulgi’s name leaves your mouth. 

“I’ve never liked that meddling bitch,” he growls, “she’s the reason this entire thing began and ended the way it did! Seulgi didn’t know how to keep her fuckin’ mouth shut and her head out of our business and look what happened!” He shakes his head, “But if you really must know I already let her go so you can stop asking about her. She was useful for one thing at least...won’t be worrying anytime soon about her running her mouth I bet.” He mutters more to himself. 

You let out a breath of relief while sagging, “…I won’t forgive you for this Jungkook,” you softly say, “not this time. I gave you so many chances in the past but you never took me seriously and now look at you. You stooped this low because you couldn’t take no for an answer. When will you understand that I do not want to be with you, EVER.” 

“You see that’s where the lying comes in,” Jungkook bitterly smiles, “I know you don’t mean that shit because you had so many chances to run to the police or better yet just ignore me and did you? No, so don’t come to me with that shit that you don’t want me because deep down I know it fucking kills you to say that you do miss me and want us.” 

You stay quiet and stare back at him, of course he was right. You’re an enabler, you had so many chances to report him for stalking and harassment but did you? Maybe it was you wanting his attention but in the end you had no one to blame but yourself for indulging him and leading him on. 

“When you decide to stop lying to yourself we’ll talk,” Jungkook calmly says while getting up, “drink your water and eat your food, you’ve been out for a day and a half.” He says and leaves you to your devices. 

You sit there with a blank expression on your face, and the food continues to sit out all night—untouched. 

. . .

Jungkook doesn’t keep you in the cage for too long, in fact he lets you out the next day and shows you around the house. It’s a two story in the middle of the woods—far from the city you presume—Jungkook doesn’t let you wander past the glass doors leading to the outside, he keeps it locked with a keypad like the front door. You can only wander around the house and lay all day as the time flies by. 

It’s close to a month when you finally ask him what the date is. “Oh.” You look down at your bowl of oats and stare at it like it’s so much more interesting, “So close to a month?” You mumble more to yourself. 

Jungkook hums, “Baby the fruit,” he motions to the plates of fruit he cut up for your acai bowl you wanted to make, “flies are going to get all over the food and it won’t be any good anymore.” He says as he pushes a plate of bananas towards you. 

“Thanks.” You smile flatly, “Pass me the strawberries too please.” You don’t know why you’re being civil with him, in fact you kind of don’t know why you just don’t feel anything towards him—no anger, no malice, no nothing. You just kind of go back to how things were when you both were together. 

Jungkook holds the plate out for you, his knuckles brush against your hand and a pleasant little shiver runs down your spine. Another thing you’ve been having issues with, you were so fucking touch-starved it was like you were itching for him to touch you. Any form of touch you greedily ate it up, however your pride stopped you from seeking him out. You refused to let him know how much he affected you. 

“Thanks.” You softly say while tucking your head and distracting yourself with your acai bowl. 

Jungkook smiles lovingly, “You’re welcome baby.” He gently kicks your foot with his, reminding you of your stark size difference, how his long legs easily reached yours. You bit your lip harshly, tasting the metallic tang of blood. You just hope you can hold out for longer. 

These days you spend lounging around has definitely given you time to think about things. Maybe you’re fucked in the head too but you knew who exactly Jungkook was. You knew the type of person he was then and you most definitely knew now. From the very beginning you were very self-aware of his tendencies and unhealthy obsession. It was something you kept more to yourself. 

When people asked if you noticed how strange he was acting you simply turned the shoulder and played the innocent card. Of course you knew, and you fucking loved it. The only REAL reason why you left was because Jungkook wasn’t listening to you and things were starting to look bad on the both of you, people were talking and you didn’t enjoy looking like the fool whenever people asked if Jungkook was planning on actually staying for his therapy sessions. 

You had a thing for wanting all the bad things you shouldn’t want. 

And it was too late, you had already fallen in too deep to get out. 

“What you cookin?” Jungkook lazily asks as he bends low to hide his face in your shoulder, his arms wrap around your middle as he pulls you back until your back hits his chest. 

“Was craving ramen.” You softly reply, the question you had already sitting on the tip of your tongue. Jungkook notices your hesitance but doesn’t comment on it, he only turns his face to kiss the side of your neck with a lazy hum. “I was wondering..” You quietly start, “Do you still..smoke?”

Jungkook pauses, “Yeah why?” 

You sigh softly as he begins sucking on your neck, “Wanted to see if you could bring some pre-rolls or something. I don’t know why but my nerves have been all over the place lately and I can’t relax.” You lean your head back on his shoulder with a noncommittal hum. 

Jungkook chuckles quietly, “Don’t worry baby, I have some bud stashed away. We can smoke some together right now if you want to?” He sways side to side with you, “How does that sound, hm?” He drops his head on your shoulder once more. 

You nod, “Perfect.”

Jungkook has the blunt ready when you both finish eating. He lights it and hands it over to you, “Smoke as much as you want, I’ll roll another one if you finish that one.” He says as he lays back on the couch lazily while scrolling through the selection of movies and shows. You dive right in without hesitation and relax on the couch as you fill the air between you two with clouds of white. 

You both pass the blunt back and forth until there’s no more of it left and you’re both staring at the TV with half-lidded eyes. Jungkook has his hands crossed behind his head as he watches whatever tv show he put on. “C’mere baby,” he smacks his lips, “wanna hold you.”

You obey easily, slipping into his lap as you lie down on top of him with your head over his heart. You listen to his heartbeat with a soft sigh, “Do we have cookie dough, wanna make some cookies.” You murmur softly while closing your eyes. 

Jungkook grunts, “I think.” He replies, “Maybe, check.” He rubs your back and drops his hand down to your ass, resting it there for comfort as he squeezes your cheek through your velvet shorts. 

“I will.. Give me a second.” You reply, Jungkook hums in response and everything goes quiet after that. Soon his little butt pats stop and Jungkook lays there peacefully sleeping under you. Your tired eyes drift over to him and then the front door, you close your eyes and hold your breath. It was now or never. Weed wasn’t nearly enough to make someone completely knock out for sure but you think back to the small pill bottle sitting innocently in the cupboard. 

. . .

Jungkook sleepily smacks his lips as his eyelids flutter open, his vision is blurry and it takes a few minutes of blinking for him to adjust to the bright lights. He hears cupboards being slammed, drawers opened and then shut. He makes a noise of confusion and looks over with a confused look, “Baby?” He rasps out. 

Your head whips over to him, “You’re awake.” You walk over calmly and hold a glass of water, “Drink.” You hold the cup up to his lips, “You’re gonna need your voice right now.” 

“Huh? What for?” He notices his hands are tied behind his back on the chair, he looks down to see ropes tied around his legs as well. He looks back at you with realization coming over his face, “Baby?” 

You force the cup into his mouth and make him drink the water, some of it spills out the sides of his mouth as he sputters and coughs. “Now, tell me what the code for the front door is Jungkook.” You stand in front of him with a stony expression. 

Jungkook quietly chuckles, “And why exactly would I do that for hm? You think it’s that simple baby, how cute. Now untie me and all is forgotten,” he leans his head back with a long sigh, “C’mon, don’t you wanna go back to cuddling and watching that movie sweetheart? Promise I’ll even make it nice and warm for you.” He smirks devilishly. 

You let out a breath of desperation and irritation, “I’m not playing around right now Jungkook. Either you give it to me now or I break through the windows and leave you here tied up.” 

Jungkook looks at you with a dopey grin, “Go ahead, the nearest bus stop from here is three hours away. Won’t take long before I find you and bring you home with me baby.” He licks his lips and eyes you up and down, “Though I must say, you’re really doing wonders to me with those little shorts baby.” He purrs. 

You close your eyes and count to five, “Fuck you Jungkook.” You whisper out while pacing back and forth in front of him. 

“I’m righttttt here, all you gotta do is pull my cock out—” His face whips to the side as you slap him in pure anger, “and sit right on it.” He finishes with a smirk as he looks at you calmly, “Better yet, untie me, it’s the pent up stress right? I’ll give it to you so good if you just untie me baby. We can take it to the bed and have a nice night you and I,” he licks his lips. 

You grab the sides of your head as you scream out in frustration, “You make my life a living hell! It’s all your fucking fault I’m like this, I couldn’t sleep for months after I left you and then you appearing out of the blue wasn’t helping me! I would have been one hundred percent better off without you coming into my life at all, you ruined me! I tried Jungkook,” you whisper, “I really did but none of them were you. No one compared, not even Hoseok. They couldn’t give me what I wanted and it’s all your fault,” you grit your teeth and stomp over to straddle him, roughly cupping his face, “so take responsibility.” You hiss. 

Jungkook licks his lips as his eyes drop down to your lips and then you, “So take it,” he whispers, “take what you want.” 

You stare at him for a few minutes before smashing your lips against his in a rough teeth-clashing kiss. Jungkook moans and leans into the kiss, chasing after your lips as you both roughly move against each other. He hisses when you bite down on his lower lip and tug gently. “Baby—”

“Shut the fuck up.” You glare while reaching below to push his sweats down his thighs and around his knees, “You don’t get to baby me,” you briefly stand to shove your shorts down, “not after all the hell you put me through these months. You have any idea how much I wanted you?” You climb back on to his lap once your panties come off, “No—you don’t.”

Jungkook’s mouth gapes open as he watches you lick your fingers and bring them down between your soft thighs, “So no, you’re not going to take this from me. You’re going to sit there and watch me fuck myself,” he moans loudly when the words leave your lips, “and you’re not going to touch me until I say so. If you try to rush or beg me I’m going to gag you, understood?” 

“Yes baby.” He whispers back. 

You circle your clit slowly with the tip of your finger to ease some tension you had. Jungkook’s eyes flicker down to watch you as you work your fingers over your clit slowly. You bite your lip to suppress your moan, thighs spreading a tiny bit more around his hips to give him more access. 

“I thought about you a lot, you know?” You softly sigh while rolling your hips slowly, “Can’t tell you how many times I fucked myself thinking about you..” You cut off with a loud moan as you pop a finger inside your sopping little cunt. 

Jungkook bites down on his lip as he looks up to watch your face closely, “I even imagined it was you whenever I fucked someone else.” You whisper darkly in his ear while pumping your finger in and out, “Hoseok could never, didn’t even compare to your cock.” You bite his earlobe teasingly while reaching down to wrap around his cock with your free hand. 

“Fuck baby,” he whines, “let me out, c’mon, I’ll fuck you so good.” He pleads softly.

 

You squeeze your hand around his throbbing shaft, “What did I say?” You whisper, relishing in his pained moan, “If you’re good for me I’ll let you fuck me..all, night, long.” You peck his cheek. It’s enough for Jungkook to quieten down as he pants softly. You grin in satisfaction and pop your finger out, “Open.” You press against his lips. 

Jungkook easily opens his mouth and you slip your finger in, he greedily sucks and swirls his tongue around the wet digit before letting go with a low pop after he cleans your slick off. You giggle quietly and run your thumb over the head of his cock, “Missed your cock baby,” you softly smirk, “missed how well it fills me up, how fat and big it is…just right for me.” You aim the weeping head over your folds, rubbing him back and forth as you smear your slick around. 

Jungkook throws his head back, “Yeah?” He breathes out, “Why don’t you slip it in baby? Fuck yourself on my cock, nice and slow.”

You let the tip catch on your hole, prodding at you stubbornly as he threatens to slip inside. “Do me a favor baby..” You whisper, watching his eyes brighten as he perks up, “Shut the fuck up.” You bring him in for a kiss, effectively shutting him up while you press his cock into you. 

Your hips raise and slowly inch downwards as you slip his fat cock inside, you moan against his lips as his cock slowly slides inch for inch. You let his cock go and wrap your arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as you slowly come to a halt once you sit down on his lap bottomed out. Jungkook groans low through his teeth, eyes squeezed shut as he shakes from being held back by the ropes. 

“Fuck,” you sigh in pleasure while circling your hips, “so good..” You bounce on his cock lightly, the fat of your ass jiggling as you move up and down, side to side. Jungkook’s face twists in pleasure as he leans his head back. You lick your lips and watch him with close eyes, “You like that Jungkookie? Love how tight I feel around you baby?” 

“God yes,” Jungkook whispers as he shudders, “love having your little pussy wrapped around my cock. Wanna stay like this forever.” He groans out, “C’mon baby, untie me and I’ll fuck you just the way you deserve. Gonna have you screaming and crying all over my cock.” 

You mewl loudly and bounce faster on his lap, the very thought of him fucking you like he’s promsing is tempting you to untie him. But just as quickly as the temptation came, it goes. You end up slamming your hips down until your ass slaps against his thighs loudly, his cock slams deep and hits your g-spot. “Mmm..!” You throw your head back. 

Jungkook hisses in pleasure as he mindlessly begs for you to let him go, he alternates between loud moans and slurred words. Your thighs begin to ache rather quickly and your pace begins slowing down. You switch from bouncing to grinding, rocking your hips quickly and in ways that have him gasping for more. 

The poor chair begins creaking under the weight of you both, loud squelches fill the room as slick dribbles down your pussy and his cock to his balls. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan as you stop to press down and work your hips in circles of eights. “Oh fuckkk..” You whisper out as your thighs tremble, “Jungkook..!” You squeal as your orgasm takes you by surprise. 

Jungkook in that moment manages to untie the knots around his wrists, he pulls you closer on his lap while biting down on your shoulder, “Untie my feet, right now.” He growls, “I played your little game now it’s my turn.” 

You mewl shakily and reach down to pull both knots free, he wastes no time in lifting you up as he carries you to the table, bending you over the surface. You gasp in surprise when his hand swoops down to smack you hard across your ass. “Stay still.” He growls as he lines his cock up with your pussy and shoves it in one go. 

Your mouth falls open as he begins plowing your pussy like no tomorrow. Jungkook grips your hips tight while smacking his hips into your ass, watching as your cheeks collide with his pelvis. He grunts with effort and reaches down to bring the hem of his shirt up to his mouth, biting it as he holds it up to watch the way his cock disappears into your drenched pussy. 

“Jungkook..!” You cry out, “P-Please, ‘s too much,” you drool while gripping the edge of the table. 

The table screeches loudly as it shakes from the force of his thrusts. Jungkook reaches around to pinch and rub at your sensitive clit, ignoring your squeals and pained moans. His balls slap against your folds with wet pap sounds, you can tell by the way his pace is stuttering that he’s close to coming too. You purposely clench around him, relishing in the muffled moan he lets out. 

He grabs at your hip bones painfully, digging his fingernails in as his hips stutter in their movements. He slams in once, twice, and finally a third until he goes still. His cock throbs and twitches violently as his cum fills you spurt after spurt. He releases a long moan, idly grinding in to milk his cock/orgasm. 

“Fuck..” You whisper breathlessly while laying on the table with your cheek against the wood, your eyes glazed over. 

Beats of silence pass by until Jungkook’s leaning over to whisper in your ear, “You’re mine baby.” He says while kissing your ear and neck.

You hum quietly and lean into his touch, “I love you.” You softly whisper, no longer against the idea of loving and wanting to be with him. Jungkook hums back, he sounds pleased with your answer as he smooths his hands over your hips. You close your eyes tiredly and lick your dry lips, hearing him utter back to you. 

“I love you too baby.” 

+

You drowned out the sounds of the people laughing and cheering in the background. You looked around the brightened room with a smile on your red painted lips, greeting some of the on-goers as they passed by you. Tonight was somewhat of a special night for you—your birthday. All your friends and family surrounded and showered you with endless gifts and praises. 

However none were Jungkook. 

He was pressed up against your back just laughing and talking with friends, catching up if you will. “Me and y/n decided to work things out you know? We took a last minute trip out of town and rented out a cabin to get away from everything you know?” He said. 

You merely smile when they turn to look at you, “We decided to get back together.”

Everyone cheered and congratulated you both, however one person in particular stood back from the others. Seulgi. She hadn't been the same since Jungkook let her go, you can see just how much it affected her seeing him. Although Jungkook swore to you he didn’t harm her physically, the damage was already done mentally. 

Seulgi stood far back from the others, eyeing you and Jungkook with both distaste and fear in her eyes. She hadn’t made a move to come talk to you at all, but you didn’t care. If anything you continued on like nothing was happening, like there wasn’t any animosity between you, her, and Jungkook. She knew better. 

Jungkook smugly turns to look at Seulgi, raising his glass of wine at her as a toast before taking a sip. He curls his hand right over your tummy, where the tiniest of bumps hides underneath your dress. Seulgi can only turn away, if only they knew just how far Jeon Jungkook was willing to go in the name of love. 

If only they knew the secrets you chose to keep..

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Oh, Darling! | MYG | Eight

Pair: Professor!Yoongi  x Student!Reader 

Summary: Starting your second semester at one of South Korea’s most prestigious universities should be stressful enough. Between juggling classes, good grades and a social life, your plate was full. Hoping to spice up your academic career, you thought it was a good idea to enroll as an assistant for your literature professor, whom you've held a very secret and very forbidden crush on for the past several months. What will happen now that you’re forced to work closely together? And what if your crush isn’t as one sided as you thought?

Genre: Series, fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, university au.

Chapter Warnings: Smut, more feelings, angstttttttt, softness, confessions. ONLY THREE CHAPTERS LEFT YALL. 

WC: 11k 

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APRIL 14TH | 10:09

When you made it to Professor Min’s office on that Thursday morning, you found his door wide open, which meant he either had a visitor already in there, or he was simply waiting for your arrival. 

All you could hope as you walked down the big hall filled with professor’s offices was that it wasn’t Professor Cho. Not only was she really in a bad mood this week –which was noticed by some of your colleagues too–, you knew she was nitpicking your screenplay with unfounded criticism. 

So you really didn’t want to see the woman, when you were only trying to steal an hour or so with your boyfriend. 

You had barely seen Yoongi this week yet, ever since he dropped you off at Jimin’s apartment after your flight home. You both fell back into your busy schedules, as you had exams coming up that you needed to study for, and Yoongi had some of his own to formulate, not to mention writing his book. 

It made you happy to see that your boyfriend was so inspired about his new chapters lately, but it made you a little sad that you couldn’t help take the load off his shoulders as much when you had mid-term projects to focus on. 

As you approached the door of Yoongi’s office, with two to-go coffee cups and a small paper bag in hand and your backpack thrown over your shoulder, you could breathe a breath of relief as you didn’t find a cloud of red hair leaning over your boyfriend’s expensive wooden desk. 

Professor So-won was a man quite a few years older than Yoongi, which wasn’t really all that rare for the faculty of your university. You hadn’t had classes with the man yet, but you’ve heard stories of him from your seniors, and especially Namjoon. He didn’t seem like the most strict teacher, but you weren’t particularly looking forward to being in his class either. 

“Good morning.” you called softly, hitting the back of your knuckles on the opened door to announce your presence. 

“Oh, hello there.” Professor So turned around from where he was sitting on one of the two chairs facing Yoongi’s desk. 

You bowed respectfully to the man, and also to your boyfriend, sending him a look that was supposed to convey a question of whether or not you should come back later. He smiled softly, tight-lipped, and stood up from behind his desk. 

“Come on in, miss Yn.” Yoongi called in his professional voice and you stepped into the office. “So-nim, this is Yn, she’s been working with me this semester as one of my volunteer monitors.” 

“Yes, so nice to finally meet you. I have heard a lot about you from the other professors.” the older man smiled, front teeth a little crooked, offering a hand for you to shake. 

You had to bend to place the small tray of drinks and paper bag on the center table next to the couch so you could accept the professor’s handshake, dropping your backpack on the stuffed cushion. You didn’t miss the way his eyes were peeking at your cleavage and you held the urge to pull your light cardigan to cover yourself. 

Yoongi’s jaw was tense as he sucked his cheeks in, but it’s not like he could call the man out. 

“It’s nice to meet you, too.” you forced an awkward smile. To be polite, you added: “I believe I’ll be your student next semester.” 

“I’m looking forward to it.” Professor So held your hand a bit too long after the handshake, sly smile on his wrinkly face as he continued: “Hope you’ll volunteer to be my monitor as well, I can see you give your professors the special treatment.” 

As he said those words your cheeks flushed and your stomach churned. You doubted Yoongi would have told this man about what was going on between the two of you, but his words were so filled with double meaning that you wondered if it was written in your face how attracted to Yoongi you were. 

Seeing as you were about to panic, Yoongi stepped in and said: “Ah, that’s no special treatment, I asked her to pick up the coffee on the way.” he said, which was a lie, picking up one of the coffees and offering it to the man. “This one’s for you, So-nim. Now, I’m terribly sorry about cutting your visit short, but we have a lot of work to do?” 

“Yes, yes, I’d want to be alone with her too if I was in your shoes.” Professor So said in a hush that he obviously didn’t mind if you heard. With the way he smiled at you, after receiving his –your– coffee, he wanted you to hear it. “I’ll look forward to seeing you around, Miss Yn.” 

You wished you could say the same. 

You bowed once more, only your head this time, lest you get your breasts stared at again. Yoongi patted the old man in the back, walking him to the door of his office and saying his goodbyes. You pretended to get busy while organizing the papers messed about on Yoongi’s desk, while not actually moving them as you knew your boyfriend had a very particular way he liked his things to be. 

Your back was to the entrance of the office, so you didn’t see the man leave, but you heard the soft closing of the door and Yoongi’s audible sigh. When you turned around again, you saw the lines on Yoongi’s forehead and the slump in his shoulders. 

“Hello, darling.” he greeted, soft smile on his lips as he approached you. “I’m sorry about him.” 

“Not the first professor to have the hots for me, don’t worry.” you assured him, even if the mere thought of that man even thinking of you like that sent the bad kind of shivers through you. “You should know that.” 

Your joke was supposed to lighten the mood, and it did push a tiny smile in the corner of his lips. Yoongi touched the side of your face and pressed his lips against yours in a gentle kiss that was followed by another sigh. 

“Rough morning?” you offered, hands resting on his shoulders as you squeezed to try and get rid of some of the tension resting there. 

“Hm.” he nodded, always the man of few words. “Rough week. Assignments are piling up, and Hoseok gave me not so great news about the novel.” 

“Oh no, what is it?” 

Yoongi pulled away from you to stand beside you instead, resting his body against his desk. He must really be tired, for the way he slumped backwards. His hand rested on the top of the wood, pinky threading through yours as if he needed at least the slightest of touches to breathe properly. 

Albeit tired, he looked really good today, too. Black slacks that were clearly tailored, a light blue dress shirt with sleeves already rolled neatly to his elbows, and glasses on his pretty face, the ones you liked so much. 

“They want to publish it around fall. Something about a market opening, or people buying more books when the weather gets colder.” he told you with a little shrug. 

“Isn’t that good, though? Proof that they see potential in it?” you moved away from Yoongi to get the lonely cup of iced americano and bring it to him, along with the paper bag with the pastry you got for him. 

“Supposedly, yes.” another sigh. You brought the straw of the coffee to his lips and held it for him to take a long sip. “But for it to be in bookstores by October, it needs to be done by August at the latest.”

“You have three months to finish it?!” 

Yoongi nodded and you could understand why he was so tired and dejected. You felt bad for him, knowing that he unfortunately didn’t have the freedom to work on writing as much as he probably wished he had, not when he had a full time job in one of the most prestigious universities in all of South Korea. 

“You’ll have summer vacation before that.” you tried to give him something positive to look at, holding back a smile as Yoongi parted his lips for you to bring the drink to his lips again; like a baby. “Then you’ll have two months to focus on it?”

“If I don’t go to Daegu to see my family, eomma might actually disown me.” Yoongi quipped. Then his cheeks turned slightly blushed as he added: “And I was hoping we could do something too. During summer.” 

“Us?” it felt silly to ask, as that was obviously what he was hinting at, but you wanted to make sure. 

“Maybe we could go to Jeju, just the two of us.” he voiced, eyes avoiding yours as he busied himself in taking a look inside the paper bag. “Thought you might like to just chill by the beach.” 

“I’d like that very much, yes.” you grinned. 

Yoongi knew you were from Busan, so you grew up by the beach and living in Seoul meant you hadn’t been to one in a while. He wasn’t particularly fond of the sun, or the water, or the salt, or the throngs of tourists that crowded the island during summer. But he’d go through all of that if it made you happy. 

Besides, having you walking around in a bikini wasn’t the worst idea in the world. Not to mention, being so far away from Seoul, you could enjoy being a couple, like you did in Japan. For a little while longer than a weekend.

You were already smiling prettily at the idea, which made Yoongi push away the overthinking that tried to tell him you probably had plans for the summer already; maybe a roadtrip with friends, or even an extra class at SNU’s summer program. It made him feel better for the quick research he did last night, already having found a quiet little place at the south of the island, with a couple of campervans for rental instead of regular hotel rooms. 

“Okay, here’s what we’re going to do,” you said in newfound determination. “You’re going to let me grade the assignments while you work on whatever chapter you’re writing for the novel.” 

“Baby, no, you need to study.” he denied with a frown. 

“That’s okay, I have more time than you do.” you shook your head, placing the coffee on the little cup holder on his desk and eyeing the pastry on his hands. “First you’re gonna eat, then you’ll work on your book.” 

“You’re too good to me.” 

Yoongi was very aware you were willing to let your own university work pile up in order to help him out. Not only that, but you brought him breakfast, when he forgot to eat anything all morning. 

“I’m not doing this for you.” you pointed out with a cheeky smile as you grabbed the papers that needed grading from his desk. “I’m thinking about warm ocean water and tanning in the sand.” 

“Sure, pretty girl.” Yoongi’s chuckle was a little lighter, a little more hopeful. “Thanks.” 

You pressed another kiss to his lips on your way to the couch, which was quickly becoming dented with your shape from the many hours you spent there. You wondered if Chan, Yoongi’s other monitor, even ever stepped foot inside this office. If you weren’t already getting paid in kisses, you should really get extra extra-credits for all of your hard work. 

The space fell into a quiet, comfortable silence that was only broken by the crumpling of the paper bag after Yoongi was done eating and the clinking of the melting ice whenever he sipped his coffee. Those little noises were quickly replaced by the all too familiar sound of your boyfriend’s keyboard and the scratch of pen on paper as you read through and graded his assignments. 

Just like that night you first kissed –and totally fucked in the backseat of his car–, you kept glancing up at the man, catching him staring at you more often than not. Instead of pretending nothing happened, he’d either hold your gaze or send you a barely-there smile that made the butterflies in your stomach take flight. 

When it happened for the fifth time, you called him out on it:

“Excuse me, Professor Min, but I don’t think staring at me is helping your book.” 

Yoongi scoffed, Professor Min wasn’t something you called him often, especially not when it was just the two of you in a room. With a cocked eyebrow, he challenged: “You’re my muse. Staring at you actually helps quite a lot.” 

“What scene are you even writing?” 

You were squinting as you rested the papers on top of the coffee table in order to stretch your legs and walk to Yoongi; the pull you felt toward him didn’t allow you to stay away from him for very long. He pushed his rolling chair a little further away from the desk to allow you to stand in front of him and peek at his screen. 

Most of his things were exactly where he left them this morning, before going out to question Mr. Lee about the call. But he knew something wasn’t right. 

Maybe it was the faint smell of tobacco in the air, when he hadn’t held a cigar in years. Or maybe it was the carmine envelope resting atop his desk. 

One that wasn’t addressed to him. 

In fact, it didn’t have any addresses at all. Only a name. 

Her name. 

You let out a little gasp as you read the words on the screen, turning around to face Yoongi and his smug smirk as he knew his mystery novel was turning out great. You settled on top of his desk, knees dangling from the edge, as you asked:

“Please tell me you’re not killing her off.” you pleaded. “She’s a really cool character and I love how you’re making her a co-protagonist, not just the love interest you were reluctant to even add.” 

“She is not dying.” he told you with that side smirk that showed just how powerful he felt over the lives, decisions and future of his characters. “They might just break up for a chapter or two, just to make things interesting.” 

“What?!” you squealed, crossing your arms against your chest. “You can’t do that!” 

“Yes I can, darling, I’m the author.” 

There it was again, the infuriating side smirk of who had all the power in the world. At least his fictitious world. Yoongi rolled his chair closer to you, both hands landing on your knees as his thumbs dragged over your skin. 

“Wow, power really changes people.” you tskd with a shake of your head as you watched his pale fingers dancing on your knees, gently prying them apart. 

“You know what also changes people?” Yongi asked with a dark gaze behind his glasses. You answered with a hum as his hands caressed your naked calves. “Pretty girls.” 

“Is that so?” you scoffed, pushing a strand of dark hair behind his ear. 

“Oh, yeah.” Yoongi chuckled, leaning closer to your legs to kiss the inside of his knee. The moment his lips touched your skin, you sighed. “Before you, I only had books and work on my mind.” 

“What’s on your mind now, baby?” you asked softly, fingers slipping into his long hair to hold the back of his head and keep him close. 

Yoongi hummed as he left a trail of kisses from your knee to the inside of your thighs, pulling you closer and closer to the edge of his desk as you parted your legs wider, breathing growing heavy as your heart started to beat faster.

“Can’t stop thinking ‘bout you.” he told you with open mouthed kisses on the inside of your right leg, inching closer and closer to your core. “Right here, actually.” 

“O-on your desk?” you cursed yourself for stuttering as you felt his smirk growing against your thigh. 

“Mhm. Can’t tell you how many times I pictured bending you over and fucking you right on top of it.” 

With a harsher pull, Yoongi forced your ass to slip off the edge of his desk, which sent you tumbling backwards, elbows hitting the wooden surface as you gasped and tried to find some balance. He took your feet by the ankles, making you drop your ballet flats to the floor, and placed your soles on the armrest of his chair. 

“Oh my god, Yoongi.” you gasped as the position he put you in opened you up for his own enjoyment. 

“I love the way you say my name.” 

His hands were traveling freely, rubbing your skin. You laid your back on his desk, never so glad that it was so sturdy and wide. Yoongi’s hands hooked on the crook of your thighs and he leaned impossibly closer to your clothed pussy that you felt his warm breath as if there was nothing separating you from him. 

“This okay, baby?” he still checked, which surprisingly made you clench. 

“I’m yours, Yoon. Do what you want.” 

That was all the consent he needed to push your panties out of the way and press his mouth against your pussy. You covered your lips with a hand, knowing you could be quite vocal when Yoongi went down on you and this wasn’t the safest setting for any of this. 

Especially not with the way he licked you up and down with a strong tongue as skilled as his was. You were growing wetter and wetter with each slurp, flick and swirl of his tongue, movement and sucks of his lips. Your hand shot out to hold his hair and push him closer to your cunt, using the perch of your feet on the arms of the chair to swivel your hips against his face. 

“Gonna use me, baby?” he grunted, lips latching onto your clit. 

You were all gasps and soft moans as you nodded mindlessly, biting down on your palm as the tip of Yoongi’s tongue circled your bundle of nerves, then flicked it from side to side. 

But then the door of Yoongi’s office was pushed open, followed by a surprised gasp and a squeak in a tone you didn’t recognize. 

Yoongi heard everything at the same time you did, pulling his shiny lips away from your pussy as he had been burnt. You closed your legs shut and jumped off the desk, almost stumbling to the floor as your knees wobbled and your heart was in your throat. You almost didn’t want to look behind you, fearing who it might be. 

Your boyfriend looked as pale as a the pieces of paper you were laying on top of, but instead of apologizing or rushing to explain, he breathed:

“Hyung.” 

That’s when you turned around and not in a million years would you have guessed just who caught you in the middle of getting head on the desk of your professor. 

Kim Seokjin, world superstar, actor with more awards than you could even recount. 

You knew he was Yoongi’s older cousin, so you should be relieved that it wasn’t another teacher, or someone from the school board; hell, you were lucky it wasn’t a student either. Should you introduce yourself? Run away? Ask for his autograph? 

It didn’t help that Seokjin was frozen in place, face completely red, lips parted. 

“Shit, okay.” Yoongi broke the silence, getting up from his chair while wiping his mouth and cleaning that hand on his pant leg. “Can you, uhm, I’ll see you later?” 

You realized Yoongi was talking to you when he touched the back of your arm gently, breaking you of your trance. He was giving you a way out of this embarrassing situation and you took in a stride, nodding while avoiding eye contact with anyone in the room. You pulled your skirt to the right place, ignoring your damp underwear that was uncomfortably crooked and searched for your shoes. 

You never put them on this fast, proud of not getting left and  right mixed up; you didn’t need any more reasons to be mortified right now. Kim Seokjin’s baffled expression was enough. And you had to walk past him on your way to grab your backpack, praying that a vortex would swallow you whole and throw you into another dimension. 

The last thing you heard before the office door closed behind you was:

“Yoongi-ah. What the fuck?” 

“Hyung, just–” 

Yoongi sighed heavily as his cousin walked deeper into the room, willing his heart rate to settle lest he be sent into an early grave. He couldn’t look Seokjin in the face, but at least the scare made his boner fall limp instantly. Nothing would make this encounter even more awkward than having a hard one in front of the hyung. 

All in all, Yoongi knew he should count his blessings that –the one time he forgot to lock his door– it was Seokjin that caught him with you, not another professor, not another authority figure. It was enough to send the looming danger away, as he knew Jin wouldn’t tell anybody about this, but he was still mortified. 

Seeing as the younger man didn’t have anything to say for the time being, Seokjin pressed: 

“What happened to the woman you were getting to know? The one you told me about during our lunch?” that question made Yoongi frown. Was that really the first thing he had to say about what he just walked into? “I thought you took her to Japan with you and Hobah?”

“I did.”

“Are you cheating on her with a student?!” Seokjin squealed, high pitched voice almost enough to break the glass on the windows. 

“Hyung.”

“Your eomma raised you better than this. And after what Sana did to you, you're doing it to someone else–”

“Hyung, will you listen?” Yoongi hissed before the man could go on a tangent about all of his horrible life choices and his poor mother’s disappointment if she found out what her youngest son had been up to. “I'm not cheating on anybody, that's her. That's the woman I told you about, that's who I took to Japan.”

Seokjin seemed to settle after that, and when Yoongi looked at his face, he could read as the hyung analyzed and understood the weight of his words. A few emotions were present during his realization: Surprise, shock, disbelief. 

And something akin to disappointment that Yoongi decided to ignore. 

“She's a student.” Seokjin pressed, a little quieter this time, letting his weight fall on the couch. 

“No shit.” Yoongi got up from behind his desk, walking to the little cupboard to the side where he kept a whisky bottle stashed and two glasses. 

“She's your student.” the hyung repeated. 

“Technically, no, she's not in my class anymore.” Yoongi sat down next to the hyung, filling one of the glasses with the bitter drink and handing it to the man. 

“Don't come to me with technicalities. You know you could lose your job for this.” despite the accusing words, Seokjin wasn’t meaning to be rude, Yoongi knew that much. “What if it wasn’t me at the door, what if it was the dean?”

“He would knock, for one.” he laughed, a cringy sound that was more deprecating than fun. “And I know it's dangerous, I know I shouldn't have gotten involved with her, but it's a bit too late for that now.”

“What did you do? Did you knock her up?” Jin’s eyes went wide and he flipped the drink down his throat, offering Yoongi his glass to fill up again. Yoongi copied the idea, serving them both new doses. 

“No, hyung, please. She's my girlfriend.”

“Your–” Seokjin was in the middle of taking a sip, falling into a coughing fit as it went down the wrong pipe. “Yoongi-ah!”

Yoongi placed the bottle of alcohol on the coffee table in front of the couch, next to the neat pile of assignments you had been looking over. Your pen was still there, blue ink on a velvet, lilac body. I looked smooth to the touch, with details in gold. Not something you’d find in a regular shop. 

“She won't be a student forever, she'll graduate in a couple of years.” Yoongi spoke into his glass, wetting his tongue and lips with the rich flavor of the expensive drink, eyes stuck on your pen. 

“Forever?” Jin repeated. “Do you seriously consider a future with this girl?”

“Yes, hyung.” 

Jin was quiet for a while, until the couch creaked under his weight and he turned to stare at Yoongi’s profile. “Okay. Okay. I see what's going on.”

“Please, enlighten me.” Yoongi leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, sipping on the drink slowly.

“This happened to me in my early thirties too. Of course, I dealt with it differently, but–”

“What are you talking about?” he turned to the hyung then, with lines between his brows and a sneer on his lips.

“A midlife crisis. That's what this is, isn't it?” Seokjin deduced, as if the hints were all there and it was obvious. “You're scared that your youth is almost over, and when are you going to have another chance at having an affair with a– how old is he?”

“Twenty three.” 

“She's a decade younger than you–” 

With a slightly annoyed scoff, Yoongi cut him off: “That's not a problem for us.”

“Can you even keep up with her?”

“Yes, hyung, stop that.”

Yoongi grimaced. It was bad enough to have Hoseok asking things like that, Yoongi didn’t need his almost-brother to be concerned about his sexual affairs. 

“What do you even talk about? I'm sure there are like, at least three generations between you?” the hyung continued, eyes getting lost somewhere behind Yoongi. 

“She's– mature for her age.”

“That's what creeps say to justify their attraction to young girls.” Seokjin pointed out. 

“Did you come here just to bust my ass about this?” Yoongi scoffed, more than done with this conversation, taking a gulp from his drink and letting it burn on the way down. 

“No, I came here because I miss my dongsaeng and I was going to ask you to bring your lady over for drinks at my house so I could meet her, but I guess she's not old enough to drink.” 

“If you're planning on keeping that up, I'm going to ask you to go.”

Yoongi knew this was crazy, he knew he could get in trouble, and he never planned on messing with a student. It didn’t matter if you were ten years younger than him, or even one year younger than him; your relationship was frowned upon and a lot was on the line to protect it. 

Yoongi knew all of that. 

But he wouldn’t let his cousin talk like that about you, he wouldn’t stand for the small jabs and the judgment, getting up from his seat to store his liquor back on its hiding spot and to get away from the hyung. 

“Yoongi.” Jin called after a long sigh. 

“Hm.”

“You know I love you like a brother, right?” he continued.

“Mhm.”

“I don't want to see you get hurt, 's all.” Seokjin spoke softly, stepping on eggshells, and Yoongi went back to his desk, leaning back against it, instead of walking back to the couch. “I know what that looks like, I was there when Sana left.”

Jin was actually a big part of Yoongi's process of getting over Sana. When the woman left, it absolutely wrecked him. Yoongi lived at his hyung’s house, staying in his guest bedroom for two months before he was brave enough to face the empty space Sana left behind. 

Yoongi wasn't proud of the mess that he became, all the worry and trouble he gave his hyung and his friend, so he could understand where Jin was coming from. 

However:

“She's not Sana, hyung. It's taken me a while to realize that, but I have.”

“She might not be, and happy for that.” the hyung was sitting sideways so he could place the empty glass of his drink on the coffee table, way too close to your purple pen and Yoongi felt weirdly protective over it. “And I’m happy to see you try again, give someone new a chance, I really am. But do you really see a future for you?”

“Why wouldn't I?” Yoongi was trying really hard not to sound so defensive. 

“I don't wanna say the age thing, because it might not seem like a big difference right now, but when she's 30, you'll be 40.” 

“And when she's 40 I'll be 50, what's your point?” Yoongi scoffed, hating how hearing that made his insides twist uncomfortably. 

“The point is, I get why you're with her. She's pretty, I'll give you that.” Jin nodded, but all Yoongi could taste was sour.  “And she seems nice enough. She might make you feel young again, like you get a new chance at life, to make up for the years you lost with Sana. A last adventure before settling in, starting a family–”

“She's not a last adventure.” 

Ignoring the dongsaeng, Jin carried on: “But did you ever stop to wonder why she's with you?”

“Damn hyung, thanks.” Yoongi snapped with a scoff, rolling his eyes at the jab. 

“That's not what I mean, you know that. You know you're a great guy, and any woman would be lucky to have you.” Seokjin raised a hand in the air to backtrack, getting up to walk toward Yoongi. “But at her age, are girls like her after what you have to offer? The stability, the long term commitments?”

Yoongi’s instinct was to say that yes, of course. But he knew that the fastest he answered, the more defensive he’d sound. And if he wanted to convince the hyung that he knew what he was doing, Yoongi had to keep his cool. 

So he paused. And gave time for the words to make sense. 

But the thought about letting the words make sense was exactly that. They did. 

You never had a boyfriend before, Yoongi knew that much, always had multiple partners, always something casual. Before Yoongi, you didn't have any relationships or anything other than one night stands, you never wanted to settle. 

In a way, that made him feel good about himself; he was the only one that managed to keep you. 

And he never questioned it before, not like he was now that Jin brought it up so eloquently.

It also made him think about all of the ways that he needed you. How you took care of him, made sure he ate, helped him with his book and did a lot more than you had to when it came to your monitoring position. 

But what did he do for you? What did he do that others couldn't? It suddenly hit him how replaceable he was for you, when you were quickly becoming someone Yoongi didn't see himself without.

APRIL 14TH | 12:15

You weren’t quite sure if you should feel humiliated after what just happened or laugh it off. You had no expectations of Yoongi introducing you to his hyung, not with the way you were caught, so you weren’t mad or remotely upset with him in that sense. You were a little annoyed he forgot to lock the door after walking professor So-won out, but you were sure he’d be cursing himself for it, too.

Having to step into a bathroom to clean yourself and put your underwear back into place was slightly awkward and embarrassing, but you were a big girl and it was hardly the first time you ever had to fix yourself in a public bathroom. 

The feeling of your panties clinging to your folds, however, was really uncomfortable as you tried to walk normally when you crossed the patio outside of the Arts Department of your university, where you were supposed to meet up with your friends. 

Finding Tae and Gguk was easy, as they were laughing way too loud amongst the older man’s peers who tried to chill before their afternoon classes. Your friends were sitting by one of the big, round stone tables with equally sturdy benches; nothing like you had on the Linguistics part of the campus. 

In fact, the patio of Taehyung’s department of studies was made of green grass instead of cement flooring, filled with trees, plants and shade all around. From what you could see on top of the table, their cafeteria was a lot better too. 

“Hey!” you chirped, pushing your concerns aside in order to steal a curly fry. “Have you been here long?”

Both men shook their heads, smiling at you with white teeth and a glint in their eyes that showed you just how much they had been laughing to themselves before you got there. 

Jungkook pushed a tray closer to you, with the pack of curly fries you were already munching on and a burger. Both of them had the exact same food in front of them, just waiting for your arrival to start eating. 

“Your monitoring with professor Min ended early today, noona.” Jungkook pointed out, staring at his burger as if it was the love of his life. “I don’t remember the last time you ate lunch with us.” 

“Monitoring? Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” Taehyung snorted, which caused the both of them another fit of giggles. 

“His cousin showed up, so we had to cut the work short.” you explained with a squint. “And the hell do you mean by that, Tae?” 

“What do you think I mean?” the curly haired man wiggled his eyebrows exaggeratedly and you shrugged, stuffing your mouth with fries.  

“I have absolutely no idea.” 

Jungkook, through a full mouth of burger and an angry scowl from how good it was, stated: “Really, noona? It’s just us here, you can tell us. We won’t be  upset.”

“Tell you what?” you weren’t trying to play dumb, more like find out what the dynamic duo over there was on about. 

“That you have a massive crush on our teacher.” Jungkook finally spilled the beans and you choked, taking long sips of the Sprite in your plastic cup to make it go down. 

“So what? Half of our class has a crush on professor Min.” you quipped, voice horace as you could still feel a piece of lettuce stuck to your throat. 

“I didn’t say I was talking about Yoongi seonsaeng-nim.” Jungkook grinned with his bunny teeth and you internally slapped yourself. “And I don’t think half of our class is sleeping with–”

“Shhhhhhhhhhh.” you hissed, looking around with wide eyes, as if the stoners on the neighboring table were paying attention. “What the hell are you on about?!” 

“Do you want us to pull out the powerpoint presentation?” Taehyung sent you a jutted out chin look, lips pursed as if it was obvious what they were hinting at. 

“Of what–” the one bite you took of your burger was trying to come back up. 

“All of the reasons why we think you and professor Min are sleeping together.” Jungkook stated, but spoke in a hush, as if it was the secret of the year. 

And it kind of really was, so you started shaking your head: “Oh Jesus, no, no powerpoint!”

“Reason number one, you’re happier lately. Which means you’ve been getting consistent dick.” Taehyung started what you supposed was the resumed version of the powerpoint. 

“Reason number two, you’ve always been a good student, but not enough to pull off all these extra hours with professor Min.” Jungkook lifted two fingers as if enumerating their guesses. 

“Reason number three, I don’t even go to your class and I know professor Min has been glowing lately.” Taehyung said with a big nod that made his curls floof about. “It’s all the girls in my year were talking about this week. Something about shiny hair and earrings?”

“Oh my god, you two are insane.”

You tried to downplay it, focus on your food –careful not to choke this time around–, ignore their snickers and knowing eyes. But that duo was relentless, so it was only a matter of time until you caved. 

“You’re not denying it.” Taehyung told you, a lot softer now, picking up his lunch to get back to eating. 

“Just– keep it down, okay?” you sighed, resigned, forcing yourself to swallow the lump in your throat. 

“Yes! I knew we were right!” the older boy offered his hand for Jungkook to high five it. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Yeah, do you not trust us, noona?” your cousin had the biggest doe eyes, ones you knew you had the exact copy on your face. If only that made you immune to it. 

“Yes, I trust you.” you were nibbling on your bottom lip, resting your burger back on the tray as you looked down and your brows knitted. “I know you would never tell on us deliberately, but what if you’re talking about it between the two of you and you don’t think anyone is listening, but someone catches you? Or if you’re not careful about the teasing in class and someone notices it?”

Both boys looked at each other then, guilt obvious in their faces and you hoped to any god out there that this subject wasn’t the thing making them laugh so loud when you first saw them. Half of the students of the Arts department didn’t know Professor Min, but the other half most likely at least heard about SNU’s youngest –and daresay hottest– teacher. 

“A lot is on the line here, guys.” you insisted. “We could both get in a lot of trouble.”

“Do you really like him, noona?” Jungkook asked in a tiny voice that you barely heard, which meant he at least was being careful. “Like– like him like him?”

“Yeah, I think I more than like him like him.” you nodded. 

Taehyung grinned and cooed, making you blush and roll your eyes. 

“We won’t tell!” We won’t even talk about it between ourselves.” Jungkook promised, and somehow you believed him. 

“Zip it up!” Tae brought his thumb and pointer fingers to his lips, pretending to close a zipper across his mouth. 

“Throw the key!” your cousin went along, taking the imaginary key from Tae’s lips and throwing it over his shoulder. 

“Thanks, guys. I know you won’t.”

So that was six people who knew about your relationship with Min Yoongi. 

Six people more than the number of people who should know about it. 

At least you did really trust five of them, and you hoped Yoongi had talked to his hyung and made sure that Seokjin wasn’t about to tell anyone. 

Tae and Gguk seemed to let go of the subject quite easily, after their curiosity had been satiated, which allowed you to eat your lunch in relative peace. The birds were chirping around you, the weather wasn’t too hot, nor too cold, the soda was cold and the burger was tasty. At least for a little bit, you allowed yourself to enjoy the day. 

“Look who it is!” you were saying as the big, tall frame of your friend came into view. 

Taehyung and Jungkook looked behind them at the same time, a chorus of ‘Namjoon hyung, Namjoon hyung!’ catching the attention of the man. He trotted to your table, dropping a kiss to the crown of your head as he sat down next to you. 

“Hey, tiny.” he greeted you, turning to the other two: “Bros.”

“Bros?” you laughed so hard you almost choked on your lunch again. 

“Eh, trying something new.” he shrugged, dimple poking at his cheek as he looked at you. “What’s up?”

“Just having lunch.” you offered him a bite of your burger, which Namjoon gladly chomped on. “Oh, I have your gifts in my backpack, hang on.” 

You let Namjoon hold your burger, not minding that he might actually finish it off before you got back to it, in order to grab your bag from where it was resting beside you. You could have given it to them in the dorm, you were all door neighbors, and it would have been easier than to carry that weight around, but with exams coming up and your schedules being so different, you hadn’t run into them at home yet. 

One by one you pulled the gifts you bought in Japan for your three friends: a set of Gansai Tambi –a traditional Japanese watercolor– for Tae; a nice action figure of a Spirited Away character for Jungkook, as you knew it was his favorite anime growing up; and a book on Japanese literature for Namjoon, the english volume, as you didn’t find a korean version, and a Pokemon bread pack. 

The three of them were really happy about their gifts and Joon let you take the food back in order to not get sauce on his new book. 

“Noona, the guy who took you to Japan… Is he really Jimin’s sugar daddy?” Jungkook asked you with a tiny pout, scared of what you might tell him. 

And it broke your heart, but you couldn’t lie to him, or feed his hopeful little heart. 

“Well, kinda? But I don’t think he’s just a sugar daddy anymore, Guk, I’m sorry.”

“Ah.” his bottom lip pushed out harder, shiny with grease from his lunch. “Guess I shouldn’t invite him to the fair this weekend?”

“Probably not.” you had a soft smile on your lips, tight lipped and sorrowful. 

You were really happy that Jimin was giving Hoseok a chance, you knew in your heart that the two of them could be an item if they both tried. And it made you a little relieved that at least now your best friend would stop giving Jungkook false hope. Your heart still clenched for the boy, but it was a necessary evil for him to get over his crush and find someone who could actually give him what he deserved. 

“I’ll take you to the fair.” Taehyung spoke in pout, while chewing the last piece of his burger. 

“Thanks, hyung, but I meant it as my date.” Jungkook deflated. 

You were about to tell him you could all go together as a big group as Taehyung beat you to it:

“I know.” the curly man wiped his mouth with a napkin and turned to face your cousin properly. “I’ll take you on a date.”

You were about to squeal when Namjoon covered your mouth with a big hand. The two of you were wide eyed, shocked as you stared at the men in front of you, scared that if you moved too much, their spell would break.

“I’ll pick you up, take you to a proper dinner after.” Taehyung continued and you grabbed Namjoon’s band from your face in order to squeeze it. “I’ll even get you flowers.”

As red as a ripe apple, Jungkook stuttered, lisp thick on his tongue: “I don’t– there’s no need for flowers, hyung–”

“Nonsense. You deserve flowers.” Tae smiled at the boy, a decided nod from his head as he stated: “Lilies are your favorite right?”

“Uh. Yeah.” Jungkook nodded, staring down at the table with a shy little smile. 

“So what do you say?” Tae probed, tapping Gguk’s arm with his elbow. 

“Okay.” Jungkook agreed. 

“Great, it’s a date!” Taehyung chirped, going back to study his new watercolor set as if that didn’t take him any effort.

You were absolutely gobsmacked, a grin on your face as you were still holding onto Namjoon’s hand, laying your head on his shoulder as you watched the other two, wondering what they could become, hoping it wasn’t a one time thing, wondering if Tae had wanted to take Jungkook out on a date before. 

And since you were so close to Namjoon, you watched it as he pulled out his phone after it pinged with a new notification. You didn’t mean to pry, really, but curiosity got the best of you sometimes. 

It was a text, that much you could guess. You couldn’t see the face of a person on the contact picture, but a shot from the neck down, focusing on a woman's cleavage. You had to bite back a little tease, pretending not to be paying attention as you read their text conversation:

🌹 [13:09]: Joonie, I’d love to see you tonight. Can we make it happen? 

Namjoon [13:10]: I thought you didn’t want to do this anymore… 

🌹 [13:10]: You know I can’t resist you :( 

🌹 [13:11]: Please? I kind of have a little favor to ask you, baby 

Namjoon [13:11]: Fine, but it’s the last time. 

APRIL 14TH | 21:06

When you arrived at Yoongi’s apartment, it was a little later than when you were supposed to. 

You had plans of cooking dinner together and enjoying each other’s company after the busy week you both had, but the assignment due tomorrow you had to work on before leaving your dorm turned out to be a little more complicated than you were hoping for. Yoongi told you to bring it home, so he could help you finish it, but you knew that the two of you being alone in a room together, was too tempting for you to get any work done. 

To make up for the time lost, as it was getting too late for you to start cooking when you reached his place, you stopped by a jajangmyeon place to pick up dinner instead. Well, you made Jungkook –your driver for the night– stop there on the way from dropping you off at your boyfriend’s apartment. 

All of that in exchange for you going shopping with him tomorrow so you could help him pick a nice outfit for his date with Taehyung. 

Before you even pressed the doorbell, Yoongi was already pulling the door open and engulfing you in his arms. You hugged him with one arm, as you had to hold the takeout with the other, and accepted the many kisses he placed on your lips. 

“Hello, darling.” he greeted you with a tired smile. 

“You… Look like you’ve been running around?” you smiled softly, hoping he wouldn’t take it the wrong way. 

“Ah, yeah. You weren’t the only one busy with an assignment.” he sighed, taking the takeout bags from you so you could slip off your shoes and bag more comfortably than having to worry about balancing everything. 

You followed Yoongi into his apartment, which was so surprisingly familiar to you that it really was starting to feel like home. You were definitely more comfortable here than you were at your dorm and it had nothing to do with how much more space it had, and everything to do with the man inhabiting this space. 

The man that was wearing the same clothes from this morning still, one who had tired eyes behind his prescription glasses and smelled of fresh cookies. 

When he led you into the kitchen, you noticed the timer on the oven was on, so you frowned. 

“Did you cook?” you asked as Yoongi placed the takeout bags on top of the kitchen island. 

“Ah, yeah, a little bit.” he chuckled, looking for bowls that he had already left out. “You said you were bringing dinner, so I made dessert.” 

“Oh my god, Yoon.” you sighed, walking to him to stop him walking around like he was lost in his own kitchen, exhaustion clear on his posture. “You didn’t have to.” 

“Yes I did, I know you always crave something sweet after a meal.” he huffed, but allowed you to hold him in place. 

“I could just have a little bite of you.” you joked softly, and Yoongi cracked a tiny smile. 

“I–” Yoongi took a deep breath, held it in, and exhaled. “Wanted to bake your favorite.” 

“Brownies?”

“The chocolate fudge kind.” Yoongi nodded and you had to bite back a squeal. 

“Still!” you said sternly, holding him by his face. “I would have preferred if you had rested instead.” 

“Let me do things for you too.” it sounded like a plea, a tired confession, one you didn’t quite understand. “You do so much for me already.” 

“Yoongi–”

You were about to tell him he already did so much for you; he made you laugh, he made you feel smart, wanted, appreciated. He sent you memes he thought you’d like, when you knew he didn’t understand most of them, he taught you so much about so many things. Because of him, and this relationship, so many fears of the future you didn’t even know you had were already gone. 

But you didn’t have the chance to say any of that as he pulled away from you to serve the food into actual bowls, instead of eating from the styrofoam containers as you would normally do when you had meals in his office, then took the brownies out of the oven to let it cool on top of the marble. 

You stayed out of his way, understanding that sometimes it was best for you to take a step back and let Yoongi do his thing. Whether it be writing his book until the wee hours of the morning, or pretending to watch a TV show while completely zoning out, Yoongi would get in a focused mood sometimes. Running on autopilot. Having to do this or that in order for his brain to let him rest. 

And you desperately wanted him to rest. 

“Are you sleeping over tonight?” he asked you while staring at the insides of his fridge. 

“I brought extra clothes, just in case, but I don’t have to.” if you don’t want me to. 

“Please stay.” 

Those two words were loaded with meaning and you could tell it from the way the tips of Yoongi’s ears turned red. 

“Of course I’ll stay, baby.” 

“Okay.” 

You got the wine glasses from the cabinet as you watched Yoongi take the bottle of white wine out of the fridge. You held both of them out and Yoongi poured just a little of it on each and you knew you should try it before committing. 

Yoongi took his glass and you didn’t have to copy him this time around, bringing it to your nose to sniff the notes, then took it into your mouth and let it sit there for a while while you savored it. 

“What do you think?” he asked, expectantly. 

“I think it will go well with the food.” you nodded, offering the glass for your boyfriend to properly serve you. “I like that it’s peachy with a zest of nuttiness to it that will pair nicely with the noodles.” 

“Damn, look at you.” Yoongi smiled, a real smile this time, pink gums on show. 

“Plus, the alcohol in it will make me brave enough to ask about the visit of your cousin.” 

You had stalled asking about Seokjin and whatever Yoongi had to go through after you ran away from his office this morning, cheeks instantly heating as you remembered the sheer embarrassment you felt. 

Yoongi’s smile faltered, but it was still there as he let you take the wine glasses to the table, while he brought the jajangmyeon out. 

Sitting at Yoongi’s table to eat a meal wasn’t a rare feature, even if more often than not he did go along with your whining and allowed the two of you to sit in front of the TV while eating. As long as it wasn’t one of your True Crime series or docs. 

But you never felt so tense about it, he never avoided your eyes so much, the silence between you was never so heavy. Not even at the very start of your relationship. And you knew it had everything to do with what happened this morning. 

“Sorry about earlier, I didn't really know what to do.” Yoongi started, pausing the slurping of his noodles. 

“I’m a little embarrassed, I’ll tell you that.” you offered him a tiny chuckle that you hoped would make him understand you weren’t upset, nor did you expect another reaction from him. “I never met a celebrity before, but that was not how I ever thought I’d run into the first one.”

That had Yoongi laughing, which made you a little relieved. But you didn’t see his gums and his shoulders didn’t shake, but you’d count your wins. “Yeah, I can say you left an impression.”

“Oh god.”

You sighed, face flushed, and not because of the wine that you almost chugged down. Seeing your embarrassment, Yoongi continued:

“Hey, I didn’t say it was a bad impression.” 

“You don't have to lie, come on.” you waved him off with a shake of your chopsticks. “Did he give you a hard time?”

“Just a bit.” he shrugged, taking a chunky piece of meat and placing it on your bowl. 

“I'm sorry.” you half pouted.

“It wasn't that bad, I suppose. Hyung has been closer than my own brother for the past several years.” your boyfriend assured you, but you weren’t all that convinced. “He's seen me at my worst and seen me at my best. It's normal for him to be concerned about our situation.”

“What did he say?”

“Honestly?” the fact that Yoongi even had to ask, when he was always blunt and open in the first place, told you that you might not actually want to hear what he had to tell you. 

But you still nodded, bracing yourself for whatever it was he would tell you. Only when the words left his mouth, you still frowned, and you still felt as if there was a cotton ball in your mouth:

“Hyung said he doesn't see why you're with me.” 

“What?” your metal chopsticks clinking against the sides of the bowl were too loud in your buzzing ears. 

“I mean, you're young, with your whole life ahead of you. We're from different generations–”

“Is that what your hyung thinks or what you think?” you interrupted him because those words weren’t his, you could tell that much. It was almost as if he was still trying to believe in them himself. 

“He did paint a pretty good picture.” your boyfriend grumbled and you gave up on eating. 

“Yoongi.”

Also giving up on his food, Yoongi declared: “I just think you're so great. You deserve better than me.”

You scoffed, because the statement was so preposterous that you didn’t even have time to let it settle. You had a list of things to prove him wrong and you could recite them all right now. But the way Yoongi was looking at you, the sadness in his dark eyes, told you he wouldn’t believe a word you said in the first place. 

“This feels like a breakup.” was what you said. 

“It should be. But I'm selfish enough to not want to let you go even when I know there's a lot more in this for me than for you.” Yoongi didn’t even sound pained, it was as if he had let whatever ideas Seokjin put in his head and let them create rotten roots in his brain. 

“Please, don't talk like that, I don't like it.” 

“I’m sorry, baby, I'm not trying to bring the mood down.” Yoongi chuckled, staring at his bowl of food and swirling his chopsticks around it, even if he didn’t move to eat.  “Tonight was supposed to be a good night for you.”

“For me. You keep saying that.” you repeated, cogs in your brain reading the last several minutes, analyzing everything that happened ever since you stepped into the foyer. “You wanted to do something nice for me. Is that why you baked the brownies? Even while being clearly overworked?”

“I'll admit I didn't think I'd be so tired afterwards.” Yoongi said and your heart clenched. “I guess I just wanted to feel needed. Even if for something as stupid as baking a brownie–”

“Maybe you really should break up with me.” 

You said, getting up from your chair just because you had too much energy to be sitting down. Yoongi let out a surprised gasp, but didn’t move from his spot. You were standing in the living room as you turned around to face him again, the distance between you bigger than the physical. 

“If you don’t feel needed, I'm obviously failing at this being a girlfriend thing.” you explained. “Why would you want to stay in a relationship where you feel that way?” 

“You're perfect.” Yoongi sighed. 

You saw what he was doing, clear as day. Taking the blame of whatever bumps or fails in this relationship for himself. Letting you be the good one, the perfect one, while he wasn’t enough. Not for you, not for his ex-girlfriend. Maybe Yoongi had a lot more things to heal from then he even realized. 

“I’m not.” you shook your head, hands in your pocket as you walked back to the table. “But I can try to start showing you how much you mean to me.” 

“You don’t–” Yoongi was about to deny you, but stopped short when you took a small tape from your pocket and dragged it toward him on top of the dinner table. “What’s that?” 

“I was hoping to give this to you later, but I guess you need it now.” you tapped the clear case of the mixtape you spent your every free hour this week putting together. “I hope you won’t end up burning this one.” 

Yoongi was a little shocked at seeing the tape, lips opening and closing as he stared at it, scared it might burn him. You really hoped he had a cassette player, or this supposed grand gesture would completely fail. Not that you thought making him a mixtape would send away all of Yoongi’s insecurities, but you knew these little things meant a lot for him. 

Maybe then he’d realize that he meant a lot to you too. No matter the years between you, no matter the challenges and other people’s opinions of it. 

“I guess I’ll just go and you can give me a call if you want–” you were already taking a little step away from him and that’s when Yoongi snapped into action. 

His hip bumped on the top of the table in his haste, making his curse as he grabbed the tape with one hand and reached to you with the other. “You said you would stay.” 

“That was before I knew how you felt.” you were a little sad, but nothing would ever make you pull away from Yoongi’s grasp. 

“I still want you to stay, I always do. We can talk about this.” Yoongi insisted and you could see the desperation behind his eyes. 

Maybe this was triggering for him, maybe he was reliving the night Sana left him. Did he beg her to stay? Did he look this broken, or maybe more so? Truth is, you didn’t know if you should stay. Was this a couple’s fight? Should you be more upset about his words? Should you step away and give the two of you time to think? 

It was at times like these that being so damn inexperienced when it came to real relationships made you mad. You didn’t know what you should do. 

But as Yoongi’s arm circled your waist, gently tucking you into his body, face hiding on the crook of your neck as he tried to let the tension leave his body, there was only one thing you wanted to do. 

“I’ll always stay if you want me to.” you promised, hugging him by the chest, kissing the side of his face. 

“Thank you.” his shuddering breath was distressed, which made you hold him tighter. “I can’t believe you made me a mixtape.”

“It’s the vintage kind too, I could have just chucked songs onto a flashdrive.” you pointed out with a laugh, feeling his small shakes as he giggled quietly. “But you’re the kind of guy that should get mixtapes like this.” 

“Old?” he scoffed, and you pulled away to hit him playfully on the chest. 

“Ones that require dedication!” you huffed. “Who knew so much went into making that?” 

“I’ll teach you tricks for the next time you want to make one.” Yoongi grinned and that was enough to calm your racing nerves. “Do you want to finish dinner?” 

“I don’t think I can eat anything right now.” you grimace, which was a shame because the food was good. “I’ll just save room for the brownies later.” 

“Okay, let’s go then.” 

“Where are we going–”

Yoongi was already pulling you through the hallway of his home, in the direction of his bedroom. Again, not the first time he ever did that, but you didn’t think any of you was in the mood to roll around in his sheets after this semi-fight-but-not-really. 

And you were right, as he sat you on the edge of his bed and went into his walk-in wardrobe to search for something until he joined you with a small cassette tape player in hands. 

“Oh, no no no.” you were already shaking your head, trying to take the player from his hands. 

“Why not?! You gave it to me so I can listen to it, right?” Yoongi laughed, but you wanted to slip under his bed and hide. 

“Not in front of me!” you disagreed. “What if you hate the songs I chose? What if they make you think of your ex–” 

“You could have added ten different versions of Baby Shark in there and I’d still like it.” he was already taking the cassette from its case, stopping to read the words you wrote with a sharpie. 

‘Things I’ve been meaning to tell you’ was not the most creative title, but it was honest. And as Yoongi played the tape, much against your will, and joined you on his bed, with the little machine between the two of you, the songs filled the room, and your hearts. 

It was only a twenty minute long tape, roughly six tracks, and starting with Daddy Issues by The Neighborhood seemed like a good idea at the time, followed by Sia’s Snowman, which you didn’t think he ever heard before this, but he was nodding his head along with it. Continuing with an acoustic version of Have We Met Before, from Sarah Barrios with Eric Nam, you were regretting all of your life choices. You knew most of these weren’t the usual songs Yoongi listened to, but the important thing was the message behind them. 

“I really hate that you’re making me sit through this.” you were both sitting side by side, back resting against the headboard as the songs filled the room. 

“It’s not that bad–” 

“Thanks!” you huffed with an incredulous laugh, trying to go away, but he held you with a strong hand and gorgeous smile. 

“That’s not what I mean.” Yoongi pulled you into his chest and you reluctantly laid there. “Just… There’s a lot of feelings behind these songs.” 

“I have a lot of feelings for you.” you gumbled as you felt the kiss on the top of your head. 

You fell into silence again, as LeeHi’s Only started to play and you dared to say you heard Yoongi humming along with it, which was surprising enough that he knew that one well enough. 

To bring things more to a vibe Yoongi might actually like, you had added Catch, by Epik High ft. Hwasa. Yoongi’s laugh made you shake and you closed your eyes trying not to combust into flames. 

“I need to use the bathroom–” 

That was an excuse that Yoongi couldn’t really fight with, so as the last song came to an end, you slipped out of his bed and out of his room. He was shaking his head as you escaped him, heart beating so fast it was a miracle that you didn’t hear it when you were laying on his chest. 

Yoongi was about to take the tape out of the player, to safely store it away, when he heard the familiar sound of your voice coming out of it. 

“Hello? Is this working? I hope it is, or I’m giving up on this.” your voice was a little far away, a little scratchy from the noise clutter as you recorded yourself as the last track on his mixtape. Yoongi couldn’t help but chuckle, imagining the little frown on your head as you stressed yourself out when creating this gift for him. “Soooo. Hi. It’s me. Yn? I mean you know who it is, dammit–” you cut yourself off and Yoongi laughed harder, understanding why you had fled away from him during this part, but he wanted nothing more than to see the blush on your cheeks. “Guess I wanted to make this tape for you, to tell you what I think you should already know by now. But since I know you, and you’re a little overthinker at times, I thought I could just be really obvious about it, so.” there was a pause and Yoongi’s cheeks were hurting from smiling so much. He just thought you were so cute to even add a message at the end of the tape. “Yeah. I love you, Yoongi.” 

It was at that moment, listening to the songs, and to your words, that he realized.

For the first time in his life, Yoongi didn't have to do anything for someone to want to be with him. He didn't have to cook a different meal every night, didn't have to lack on his work or his books to make more time for you, didn't have to settle for less than he deserved. All things he had done to keep Sana happy, when it wasn't even enough to really keep her at the end of their relationship.

Seokjin was wrong. Yoongi knew what was in it for you, what you were getting from this relationship. 

You were getting him. 

And that was enough for you.

“Darling, come back here.” came Yoongi’s voice from the inside of his room, after your own voice disappeared and you could stop hiding in the hallway. 

“So, uhm. The brownie must be cool enough to cut–” 

“I love you, too.” he said, making you bite your lips to stop the dopeyest smile to split your face. 

“You do?!” you skipped your way back to the bed, jumping on it with your knees. 

“Uh huh.” he smiled, all white teeth and pink gums. “A lot.” 

“We’ll figure it out, yeah?” you said, throwing yourself on top of him, hearing his oof as he caught you. “I promise.” 

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