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The Law of Attraction (Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader) [Part 12]

Story Synopsis: Throughout his life, Jung Kook has only ever loved one girl. Despite her being out of his league and of an elite class that he wasn't born into, he fell hard, keeping his feelings a closely guarded secret. When they parted ways, and Jung Kook pursued his law career, he did so with the intent of moving on. But when she unexpectedly arrives back into his life, Jung Kook finds himself once again face to face with his own insecurities, and the girl of his dreams.

Story Rating: M (18+) [Language, sex, depression, alcoholism]

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Characters/Pairings: Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader (feat. Jimin x Reader)

Chapter Word Count: 2.4k

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“I think I’ll let you start our conversation today. Whatever you’d like to talk about. I want you to take the reigns.” 

Dr. Moore’s voice was calm and quiet, but it did nothing to soothe the ache in Jimin’s head, and in his heart. He sat in her office chair, like a scolded child, completely embarrassed of his actions. This was a new low, and it was a wake up call when Taehyung held on to him as he stumbled back to the treatment center in the cold rain. Finding the bottom of the bottle didn’t erase his memory of the look on your face. You were so afraid, fear written on every feature of your face, illuminated by the bar’s neon lights, and he did nothing to even attempt to comfort you. Even he was a mess, tripping over himself and slurring his words, you chose to run to Jung Kook and make sure he was ok instead. Jimin knew, in that moment, that he had lost you. He had used up all of your patience, and what he found was his true rock bottom. 

“I don’t know what to do anymore.” Jimin admitted. “I wanted to be sober for Y/N. But, I know she’s not mine anymore. I… I can’t talk about last night. I’m sorry.” 

“You don’t want to talk about it?” Dr. Moore asked, and Jimin nodded his head. 

“I’m afraid.” He said. “I’m scared to tell my father.” 

“Is that your biggest fear right now?” 

Jimin thinks for a moment, and he nods his head. 

“He’s going to be so angry with me, knowing that I lost her. He was very happy about our engagement… Losing her was my biggest fear, but I know there’s nothing I can do about that now.” 

“Why was losing Y/N your biggest fear?” 

“Because,” Jimin started, a bit offended. “She’s the love of my life.” 

“But now that she’s gone… Your fear is placed back on your father.” 

Jimin furrowed his brows and crossed his arms defensively, not understanding her thought process. 

“Please correct me if you think that I’m off base, but have you thought that maybe, you weren’t afraid of Y/N leaving because of the love you have for her, but because if she left, it would mean disappointment from your father?” 

Jimin’s lips parted to protest, but the words were caught in his mouth. He knew that the heart of what Dr. Moore was trying to point out was true. He loved you, undoubtedly, more than he’s ever loved anyone else. But the root of that fear, much like every other fear in his life, is his father’s disappointment. Parks get what they want. But Jimin didn’t get what he wanted, not this time. His father wouldn’t accept that. 

“During our conversations together, Jimin,” Dr. Moore began, leaning in to focus on him. “Something you bring up time and time again, is your fear of your father. It’s an insecurity of displeasing him. It’s what made you angry with your mother’s death, what clings you to Y/N, what began your drinking. You look for ways to escape, or to never be left alone with him. That fear is what we should conquer. Everything else is secondary, and can’t be fixed on their own, without tackling that fear.” 

It clicked. For the first time in Jimin’s life, the puzzle pieces were put into place. He was more terrified, and more heart broken, than he had ever felt in his life, but with it came a new kind of freedom. 

Jimin spoke with her for a few more moments, attempting to articulate those emotions, and Dr. Moore just smiled supportively. As he worked his emotions out verbally, he could begin to untangle the web of connections. He left her office feeling just a bit lighter. The pain of losing you was still burning, fresh and hot in the center of his chest, and the threat of tears was ever present. But being able to lay out exactly what he needed to unravel inside himself, gave him a new pathway to happiness that could be more lasting. He wanted what was best for you, and he knew very clearly now that it wasn’t going to be him. He still had a long, long way to go. 

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Jung Kook walked into his apartment after a long day of work, and noticed a sticky note on the kitchen counter. Your handwriting spelled out, “Wanted to go out for a bit. I’ll be back soon! :)” 

He smiled to himself at the little smiley face at the end as he walked towards his bedroom, and changed out of his suit and into something more comfortable. He took the time alone to video call his mother, who he hadn’t been able to speak in length to. 

“Hi, Eomma.” Jung Kook greeted her. 

“Oh, I missed you.” She said with a sad chuckle. “How do you like it there?” 

“I do.” He replied, looking out the window onto the city. “But I do miss home, of course. It’s hard not to.” 

“Home misses you, too.” She said. “But you must be so busy with work, aren't you?” 

“Very much.” He laughed, shaking his head. “Eomma, do you remember… Do you remember Y/N?” 

“The girl you talked so much about?” Jung Kook could practically hear her smile over the phone. “Yes, I remember hearing about her.” 

“You won’t believe what’s happened.” He said, laying back onto his bed. 

As he continued to explain to her everything that’s happened, he was oblivious to your presence in the living room, right outside of his bedroom. You had come home from a solo shopping day, and you placed your bags on the coffee table in front of the sofa. You were excited to show Jung Kook your gift for him, as a thank you for all that he’s done for you. But as you walked towards his bedroom door, and heard him on the phone, you couldn’t help but stop when you overheard what he was saying. 

“She’s the only girl I’ve ever wanted, Eomma.” Jung Kook said. “You know that.” 

“I do.” She smiled sweetly. “I still remember how you came home from Seoul after breaking off your engagement, and you told me you just couldn’t go through with it. You were so upset for hurting her, but you did the right thing by being honest.” 

“I didn’t even think I’d ever see Y/N again.” He admitted. “I just… I couldn’t get married, knowing I had feelings for Y/N. I know those feelings are never going away.” 

You snuck away to your bedroom, with your breath caught in your lungs. You had already known that Jung Kook had left his engagement because of how he felt for you, but hearing him say that those feelings are something that he thinks will never leave, set an indescribable feeling in your chest. Maybe it was just butterflies, or maybe it was a newfound sense of hope, that there was a lasting calm to be found after weathering the storm. You turned your attention to the bouquet of flowers he had given you, somehow still vividly colorful and in bloom by your beside. Red and pinks painted onto the soft petals, somehow still not wilted. It was a reminder that if you take care of something seemingly delicate, it can be strong. 

“Y/N?” Jung Kook asked from the living room, breaking your thoughts. “You home?” 

Home. That word wasn’t lost on you. 

His voice was the same, but it sounded sweeter somehow. It lingered, taking it’s time and resting comfortably in the room. Your feet took over, throwing themselves onto the apartment’s hardwood floor, and rushing over to find him. He stood in the living room, same stars sparkling in his dark eyes that you’ve become so familiar with. You walked over to him, and took him by surprise when you wrapped your arms around him, and rested your head on his chest. His eyes widened, thinking that maybe something else bad had happened, but no tears came. Instead, you just held him, and he rested into your touch, putting his arms around you too. 

“Hi.” He smiled, before placing a kiss to your hair. “Missed you today.” 

“I’m really happy you’re here.” You said, looking up at him without letting go. "Thank you.” 

Jung Kook’s gaze became incredibly soft and gentle. He knew in that instant, that he had become a safe place for you to run to. So, he kept his arms around you, and somehow managed to pull you in closer, before connecting his lips to yours. Every movement was a promise; the smile he felt your lips turn into as he kissed them, the way his hands traced your curves, how your fingers found his hair to pull him in. They were all promises of a better, but undefined future. Jung Kook knew you wouldn’t leave him lonely anymore, and he knew you understood that he was yours. You just had to let him in. 

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A few days passed, and during that time, you worked up the nerve to meet Jimin again. You knew that what you would receive when you met him, was closure. It was the inevitability that you were somehow hoping to avoid. 

Love doesn’t die all at once. It’s an unhurried death, with shallow breaths and the slowing of hearts. And like everything else, no two loves die in exactly the same way, because no two loves are ever the same. You didn’t want to know how your love with Jimin would end, but you knew that in order to start again, this was a step you had to take. 

When you walked in to meet Jimin, as you had done so many times before, you were taken aback. He sat alone, with an aura of peace in his presence that hadn’t been there for as long as you could remember. He looked at you, and he offered a gentle, knowing half-smile. He could feel love’s slow death too, and much like you, he was in the final stage of mourning. Acceptance. 

You sat down in the meeting room, sharing his company on a soft, blue sofa. The air was fragile, and both of you were aware of its unpreventable breaking. Jimin’s knee touched yours, as you sat close together on the edge of the cushions. He wondered silently if that was the last time he would ever touch you. 

“Do you remember,” Jimin spoke up, breaking the silence. “How my mother would watch you whenever you jumped off the diving board into your pool, and then try to convince me to do the same?” 

“Yeah.” You smiled at the memory. “Mrs. Park would always comment to my mother that I was fearless.” 

Jimin laughed with a tinge of sadness, his eyes beginning to water. 

“And there I was, shaking as I climbed the latter.” He said. “She watched me, and when I stood up there, looking back down at her, I was so scared. But Eomma would give me a nod, and a smile, and a thumbs up. It was enough to get me to jump, and once I hit the water… I realized, every time, that I never drown, or sunk to the bottom. I always managed to swim back up.” 

You watched Jimin as he spoke, but his eyes never met yours as he told his story. He looked down at the floor, as though he could visualize the pool below him. Jimin transformed in his mind to that scared kid once again, looking down at his mother, who stood right by the water and knew he could make it. 

“I think what she was teaching me, is that I don’t have to be afraid to jump.” Jimin said. “I think she knew that no matter what, I would always find a way to… swim back up again.” 

“I think so, too.” You smiled, and took his hand in yours. His eyes met yours, and your tears matched his. 

“I want to apologize to you, honey.” Jimin said. “For everything. I’m so sorry for hurting you. You never deserved any of it. I know I haven’t acted like it, but when I told you that you’re the love of my life, I meant it. But I also know that I can’t sit here, after everything, and ask you to stay with me.” 

His hand tightened its grip on yours, and tears that had been lining the waterlines of your eyes were now overflowing. Jimin had droplets of his own, and he smiled a sad smile. He knew you were exhausted, and he understood that to love you, in this moment, would be to let you go. 

“I’m going to miss you, angel.” Jimin said, his voice almost a whisper as he committed your features to memory. “I’m sorry. I hope you know that I’ll always love you, no matter what. And if you ever need anything… If you’re ever lonely… I’ll be there.” 

You nod, unable to speak. 

“I love you, too.” You said with a sad smile of your own. “No matter what.” 

Jimin leaned in, and stole one last kiss from your lips. He knew he’d never forget how your lips tasted, or how they felt on his. It was tattooed onto his memory, and had been since the first time he had ever kissed you that night on the beach. 

You never knew that a kiss could hurt until that moment. It felt like a burning in your chest, like your body was screamingatyou that this is what you need. But you knew it wasn’t. Your heart felt like it was being ripped away from you, leaving your body cold and empty. You were truly saying goodbye to your Jiminie, watching your future together crumble and disintegrate with a few words and a kiss. 

When he finally mustered up the power to let go, you reached into your bag, and took out the engagement ring he had given you in front of your families. Jimin watched as you placed it in his hand, and curled his fingers around it. The metal was cold, indicating just how long it had been since it was on your hand. 

Words failed the both of you. There was nothing else to say. So instead, you looked at his delicate features one last time, before slowly rising from the sofa, and exiting the room. Jimin, who wanted so badly to chase after you, couldn’t bring himself to move. So he sat alone, watching you walk away, as he held the ring meant for you in his hand. 

The Law of Attraction (Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader) [Part 11]

Story Synopsis: Throughout his life, Jung Kook has only ever loved one girl. Despite her being out of his league and of an elite class that he wasn't born into, he fell hard, keeping his feelings a closely guarded secret. When they parted ways, and Jung Kook pursued his law career, he did so with the intent of moving on. But when she unexpectedly arrives back into his life, Jung Kook finds himself once again face to face with his own insecurities, and the girl of his dreams.

Story Rating: M (18+) [Language, sex, depression, alcoholism]

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Characters/Pairings: Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader (feat. Jimin x Reader)

Chapter Word Count: 4k

Author's Note: *A brief spoiler* Shout out to Barcelona, which is a real bar that's actually on 55th street in NYC. My last trip to NYC, I was there several times with my friends because they had great drinks at a really great price for the city. Soooo if you're ever there, check it out! lol

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Love, as an emotional commodity, is something that you never know you’re low on, until you find it supplied in abundance. On a stormy Saturday afternoon, with the rain hitting the living room windows of Jung Kook’s Manhattan apartment, you felt his lips on your neck, and you couldn’t help but think that you had found that abundance of love in him.

You straddled him on the sofa, keeping your hands in his hair as he peppered your skin with kisses and soft nibbles, holding you in place by your waist with his strong hands. He gripped tight, hoping you wouldn’t leave, although he knew it was inevitable. Ever since the night he had kissed you, he became insatiable. His lips seemingly begging for more and more, and praying that you had an endless supply. 

“Don’t go.” He mumbled into your skin. “Just stay here with me.” 

“You know I promised him that I’d visit.” You whispered, not wanting to say his name. It would only remind you of a pain you wanted to end, but that you were scared to leave. Life without him seemed like a vast, dark unknown, and you weren’t sure that you were ready to jump head first yet.  

“I know.” Jung Kook said, understanding even though his tone was sad. He pulled away, and rested his head on the cushion. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” 

“Stop.” You shook your head, looking down. 

“I mean it. Hey, look at me.” He said, rubbing your skin where his hands rested as your eyes met his. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’ve thought so since I first met you.” 

“But… What about your ex-fiancé?” You asked innocently.  

“She’s my ex for a reason.” He explained, taking one of his hands to intertwine with yours. “Do you know why?” 

You shook your head no, and gripped his hand back. 

“She wasn’t you.” Jung Kook admitted. One confession felt like the breaking of a dam, allowing the rest to pour out. “Not her. Not any of the other women I’ve tried being with. None of them were you. None of them took you off my mind, ever.” 

You stared at him in surprise, your lips parted, and your heart beating. For the first time, you thought that maybe, the dark unknown of leaving, might actually be the dark brown of Jung Kook’s eyes. Maybe that was what came next. The road wasn’t scary, or even unknown at all. It was familiar, real, and safe. 

Jung Kook looked at you with a longing kind of softness, and continued holding your hand, as though if you gave him a sign, he’d take you away from the mess. The hurt, the pain, the confusing feelings in your chest. Something in the way he looked at you, held you, and kissed you, told you that he knew how to make it go away. 

You didn’t know what to say, so you leaned down, and placed a gentle kiss to his lips. You hoped it would suffice, and when you felt Jung Kook’s lips turn upward into a smile, you knew he understood exactly what you meant. The way you kissed him whispered, “Thank you… and, I see you. Finally. I’m sorry it took me so long.”  

“You better go.” He whispered back, feeling confident in your return. “He’s expecting you.” 

“Ok.” You replied. You gave him one last quick peck, before darting off into your bedroom to get ready for your visit. Jung Kook stayed seated on the couch, head thrown back, with a smile he couldn’t dream of erasing. Butterflies floated in his stomach, and his heart was beating hard in his chest. 

You saw him. You really, truly saw him. Finally. 

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Jimin was the first to see you when you walked into the meeting room. Anticipating your visit, his mind was quickly thumping through thoughts. He knew, much to his own sadness, that he was playing with borrowed time. You were slipping away, and quickly. His engagement seemed to come with a hidden expiration date, and he was the one that stamped it. 

When you came closer, Jimin stood up nervously, absentmindedly picking at the skin by his nails. He glanced down, and noticed your engagement ring was still missing. It had been weeks, and you never put it back on, not even to see him. 

“Hi, angel.” He greeted, fighting back tears in his eyes. “I missed you.” 

“I missed you too.” You replied softly. It wasn’t a lie. You do miss him when he’s gone. You miss Jimin so deeply, in fact, that it keeps you with him, and makes you forget the pain he causes when he’s around. Sure, you think, he hurts me. But living without him? Imagine how that would feel. 

“Can… Can I kiss you, honey? Please?” He asks. You furrow your brows at the afraid tone of his voice. The man in front of you isn’t the man you recognize. Not your Jiminie. This isn’t the man who boldly negotiates in a conference room, or makes love to you passionately in the dead of night. This is a new Jimin, who looks much more like a scared child, than a confident man. 

“Of course.” You answer, your voice almost silent. 

Jimin smiles for the first time since you’ve seen him that day, as he takes your hand, leans in, and places his lips to yours. His kiss was weak, withholding, and scarce. It was a stark contrast to the way Jung Kook kissed you earlier that morning. Jung Kook chased after your lips, but Jimin shied away.  

“I love you.” Jimin whispered. It sounded self-conscious and apprehensive, even to his own ears. His insecurities continued to bubble up in his chest. He faced them head on, without a drop of alcohol in his system, and it was hell. Without the intoxication, he could see the fragility of everything, and he wasn’t steady enough to keep it from shattering. 

Especially not when he glanced down, to the right side of your neck. It was faint, barely noticeable to the naked eye. But Jimin, afraid of anything that could completely disintegrate his heart, had spotted his worst nightmare immediately; a love mark. Someone had kissed you and had touched you the way only he should, and his breathing hitched, as he knew exactly who it was. 

Part of him wanted to break down; drop to the floor and beg for you to stay with him, like the vulnerable man he always knew he truly was. Part of him wanted to find Jung Kook, and throw the sharp fragments of his broken heart at the young lawyer until a piece landed a cut. He wanted to cry, and scream, and break something. He wanted to drink, more so than he had ever wanted to drink before. He wanted to sink into an abyss, and let every insecurity he’s ever had eat away at him until there was nothing left. 

“My love,” He whispered, his voice eerily calm, not at all reflecting his inner thoughts. “Is he good to you?” 

“What?” You responded, pulling away from him to meet his gaze.  

“Is he good to you?” Jimin asked again, voice still. “Is he kind to you? Are you happy?” 

“Jimin, I don’t-” 

“Because that’s all that matters to me. You should be happy. You deserve that, angel.” 

“Baby, you’re scaring me.” You said, grabbing both of his hands. “What’s going on?” 

“I love you.” He replies, his voice turning shaky. “I would’ve done anything, anything, to make you happy.” 

You put two and two together, and realized he somehow knew about Jung Kook, although you weren’t aware that he had left a mark on your neck. It clicked, that Jimin was spiraling. 

“Jimin, you’re never going to be alone.” You respond, tightening your grip on his hands. “I’m so confused about what to do about so many things, but one thing I know, is that I never want you to be alone. I’ll be with you, no matter what.” 

Jimin just smiled, and shook his head ‘no' through tears. He pulled his hands from you, and stared at your face; the face of a beautiful woman, who he knew he’d love for the rest of his life. 

“I think you should go, Y/N.” He said softly. “I can’t do this right now.” 

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Jung Kook was in the kitchen, making fresh bruschetta to surprise you from what he could only imagine was a hard visit. But when you entered through the door early, kicking off your shoes with tears in your eyes, Jung Kook knew it was worse than what he had imagined. 

“Y/N?” He asked, wiping his hands on his dish towel. “Hey, c’mere. Talk to me, what’s going on?”

“He knows.” You explained in tears, holding onto him. “I don’t know how, but he’s so sad and hurt, and I never wanted to hurt him. I don’t want him to be alone, but I’ve been lonely too, and I don’t know what to do.” 

“Shhh, hey, it’s alright.” Jung Kook comforts you, rubbing your back.  

Inside, Jung Kook’s anger was hitting a boiling point. Never one to have a temper, Jung Kook had been pushed to his limits, seeing you upset because of Jimin once again. To him, Jimin had done everything to push you away, and then when you decide you’ve had enough, he guilt trips you into staying. It seems to be a pattern, again and again, spinning you around and around. He knew you saw it, too, but your love and connection for Jimin made it difficult to break the cycle. Jung Kook hoped that somehow, he could provide the breaks. 

“I don’t like seeing you cry.” Jung Kook said, mustering up gentleness in his tone. “I hate it, actually, because you did nothing wrong, Y/N. You’re allowed to put yourself and your happiness first.”  

“I know, but-” 

“Nope.” Jung Kook cuts you off. “No ‘but.’ You deserve to be happy, and I don’t think you know that. You don’t deserve any of this. You don’t deserve to deal with his drinking, or with his mood swings, or with him throwing things and yelling at you. And you don’t deserve to cry and be upset when you did nothing wrong.” 

“But… wasn’t it wrong?” 

“You think our kiss was wrong?” Jung Kook asked, knowing you didn’t really mean your question. “Y/N, why do you stay with him?” 

“I love him.” 

“I know you do. But that wasn’t really what I asked.” Jung Kook replied. He picked you up to sit you on the kitchen island, and stood between your legs. “Why do you stay with him?” 

“I…” You stuttered out, not knowing how to finish. What Jung Kook alluded to, was the thought that had previously walked through your mind. 

Sometimes, love isn’t enough to stay. You adored Jimin, and you had no doubt in your mind that he adored you. But how can you stay and watch someone you love spiral? You knew why, but admitting it was new. 

“I’m scared.” You confessed in a small voice. “I’m scared that if I leave, it’ll hurt me, and it’ll hurt him more, and… I’m scared that he’ll get worse.” 

Jung Kook frowned, not at all liking your answer. He held your face in his hands, and set his eyes on yours. 

“I know you love each other.” Jung Kook said. “I understand. But he hurts you, repeatedly, and you don’t deserve it. Y/N, he drinks, he throws things at you, he yells at you, he trashes your things. He scares you. You’re worried all the time. I know he’s not doing well, but I don’t like what he does to you. You shouldn’t have to be sad because you’re in love with someone, baby.” 

Baby. The word slipped so easily off his tongue. It’s something Jimin called you sometimes, but it sounded different when Jung Kook said it. It sounded different in his voice, soft and gentle, like the way he held you, and looked you, and kissed you. Soft and gentle, like his chocolate brown eyes, and his presence, and the petals of the flowers he brought you, still bloomed by your bed. 

Breaking the moment, your cellphone began to ring. Jung Kook struggled to take his eyes off you, but he prayed internally that Jimin’s name was not on your screen. You pursed your lips and mumbled an “I’m sorry” before untangling yourself from him, and walking over to your phone. 

“Hi, Mr. Kim.” Your sweet voice greeted. “How are you?” 

“I’m alright, thank you, Ms. Y/L/N.” Namjoon said on the other line. Jung Kook couldn’t hear his voice, but watched and listened from the kitchen. “Is Mr. Park with you?” 

“No, he isn’t?” Your voice sounded confused. Jung Kook furrowed his brows. “He should still be in treatment.” 

“He’s not.” Namjoon responded quickly, his voice panicked. “I tried to reach his room earlier, and the staff said he had checked himself out for the evening. I thought he must with you.” 

“No, he isn’t here. I don’t know where Jimin could be.” You said. Jung Kook walked over to you, and motioned for you to pass him the phone. 

“Namjoon? It’s Jung Kook. What’s going on?” Jung Kook watched as you worriedly paced around back and forth, thinking back to what he had just said about Jimin’s behavior and how they affect you. 

“My client is missing.” Namjoon explained. “He checked himself out for the evening, apparently with someone waiting for him. I assumed it was Ms. Y/L/N.” 

“No, she’s here alone with me.” Jung Kook said, scratching the back of his neck. “Wait! My client, Kim Taehyung, they knew each other. Do you think he called Taehyung?” 

“Possibly.” Namjoon said, a tint of hope in his voice. “Hold on for a second, let me call him and I’ll get back to Ms. Y/L/N.” 

“Ok.” Jung Kook nodded, before hanging up the phone. “Hey, Y/N, come here.” 

Jung Kook walked over to you, pulled you in close, and placed a kiss on the top of your head. 

“We’ll find him, baby. I promise, I’ll fix it.” Jung Kook whispered, rubbing your back. “No more tears, ok? I’ve got you. I’m right here.” 

A few moments later, Namjoon called again, and Jung Kook picked up the phone. 

“Hey.” He greeted, quick to get to the point. 

“He’s out with Taehyung.” Namjoon said, his voice audibly angry. “They’re at a bar. Some place called Barcelona, on 55th street. I’ll get him.” 

“No, Y/N and I will.” Jung Kook said. 

“He’s my client.” 

“He’s her fiancé.” Jung Kook responded quickly. “Let us handle this.” 

“Fine.” Namjoon said through gritted teeth. “His ass better be back in the treatment center by morning, or I’m finished with him.” 

“Me too.” Jung Kook grumbled, clearly agitated by Jimin’s behavior as well, but for different reasons. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, visibly showing your stress and worry. Jung Kook would do anything to take that away from you, and he was growing angry with the man who refused to give you peace. 

Jung Kook hung up the phone after mumbling a quick bye, and you looked over at him, waiting for an update.

“We know where he is.” He said, trying to keep his voice calm for you. “We’ll go get him together, ok?” 

“He’s drinking, isn’t he?” You said quietly, silently bracing for the answer. 

Jung Kook’s silence was very loud in the room, as though it could echo off the walls. Right back on the cycle you went, preparing to make yet another loop with Jimin. But this time, you weren’t alone; Jung Kook was ready to catch you when you became dizzy, refusing to let you fall. For the first time, you felt steadier on this ride. 

For the first time, you felt like getting off the ride altogether. 

Jung Kook walked with you out of the apartment, afraid to say anything. He didn’t know what he could say, that hasn’t already been said. He told you how he feels, how he’s always felt. He’s kissed you again, and again, and again. He’s all but told you that he believes you should leave your fiancé, and he’s held you while you cried over him. Jung Kook didn’t feel that it was his place to say what he was thinking; “Be with me. Leave him, and let me make everything ok again.”  

As you walked in silent, the rain never halted. It continued, pouring down, and masked any tears that poured down your cheeks. You saw the fluorescent blue lights at the corner of the street in the shape of a whiskey glass, and you knew in your gut that you had found him. You just weren’t sure if you were ready to face him again. 

You peeked into the dark, small bar, and saw him. He looked as messy as he usually did when drinking, with his dyed blonde hair tousled, and his eyelids heavy, barely holding them open. Taehyung sat next to him and continued to talk, not paying attention to the condition of his friend. He conversed with a barely-awake Jimin and the polite bartender, who nodded along to whatever the clearly drunk Taehyung told him. 

Jung Kook was the first to walk in to the bar while you stood at the window a moment longer. Jimin’s eyes were glazed over in a drunken daze, but he immediately perked up when he noticed Jung Kook and then you, waiting outside. Jimin’s eyes widened and he stood quickly off the bar stool, stumbling as he did so before finding his balance. He chose to ignore Jung Kook completely, pushing past him aggressively to exit the small bar and go onto the rainy sidewalk, where you waited. 

“Y/N.” He greeted angrily, his movements uncoordinated as he approached you. “Why did you bring him here?” 

“What?” You asked, taken aback by the first thing he chose to say to you. “Jimin, we came to get you. You left your treatment center.” 

“It’s only for a night.” Jimin rolled his irate eyes. He reached out to hold the wall to steady himself. “Why did you bring him with you? Are you trying to be selfish?” 

Jung Kook, who had been standing at the door, heard the tone in Jimin’s voice and didn’t like it. As if on instinct, he walked over in front of you and gently placed a hand on your waist, to make sure you stood behind him, creating a barrier between you and Jimin. You looked up at his face, but Jung Kook was looking straight ahead, glaring at Jimin. Jimin, in return, laughed sarcastically. 

“Un-fucking-believable.” His intoxicated voice slurred. “So you are fucking him. I knew it. I kn-knew you’d leave me. Embarrass me. What are we going to tell my father, Y/N?” 

“Embarrass you?” Jung Kook gritted his teeth. He had finally snapped, and his patience with Jimin had worn thin. “She has done nothing but put up with your bullshit since you got here, and stood by you through all of it. You’ve hurt her over and over again, and what you’re worried about right now is being embarrassed in front of your father?” 

Taehyung walked out of the bar, clueless to the situation. Jimin was irate, and between Jung Kook’s tone and his hand on your waist, he began to see red. He swung at Jung Kook, who was quick to push you away from the action, taking a hit in the process. Seeing that you were almost hit, Jung Kook became furious. 

“No no no no!” You started yelling, watching Jimin try to hit Jung Kook again. “Guys, stop it!” 

Jung Kook, being much larger than Jimin, was able to push him back easily against the brick wall, especially in Jimin’s drunken state. He didn’t want to fight Jimin and scare you anymore than you were already, but when Jimin came back and tried to hit him again, that was the breaking point. 

“Hey!” Taehyung shouted, attempting to grab Jimin to pull him away. “That’s enough! THAT’S ENOUGH!” 

Finally, Jimin was pulled away, and you ran over to Jung Kook. He immediately pulled you into him, you both soaked from the rain. His lip was busted from one of Jimin’s hits, but other than minor cuts, he was ok.

“Are you alright?” He asked gently, feeling you shiver. “I’m taking you home, away from this. Let’s go.” 

“NO.” Jimin yelled, with Taehyung trying to calm him down. 

“I’m taking her home.” Jung Kook repeated a bit louder and more assertive, finished with the situation. “I’m not letting her stand in the rain anymore to deal with you all night. You’re going back to your treatment center. If you’re not there by morning, Namjoon said he’s done with you.” 

“Jimin, please.” You begged. “I need you to get help. I can’t… I don’t know what else to do… Please.”  

The tone of your voice broke Jung Kook’s heart. You were so tired of trying, so tired of begging and pleading, so tired of negotiating. You looked at the man you loved, standing drunk in the rain, and you felt your energy slipping away. You were so exhausted, and you felt as though you hit your own breaking point. What else was there to do? 

“Come on.” Jung Kook said, holding your hand to walk with you down the street. 

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As soon as you both arrived back at his apartment, you each took a hot shower to wash off the cold of the rain. Your shower ended after Jung Kook’s, and you knocked on his opened bedroom door, and heard his voice answer, “come in”, softly from his bathroom. 

You went in to find him shirtless, standing at the bathroom mirror and sink, only wearing pajama pants. You could spot the few bruises Jimin was able to leave on his body, and the cut still on his lips. Your lips turned into a frown, and you walked over to sit on the bathroom counter. 

“Here.” You said, grabbing the medicine from the counter. “Let me do it.” 

“Y/N.” Jung Kook smiled, his boyish glow coming back to him after a difficult night. “You don’t need to.” 

“I want to.” You responded, squeezing a bit out onto your finger. He walked a bit closer to you, and looked down at your face while you dabbed the medicine onto the cut on his lip. 

“I’m sorry.” He said. “I’m sorry I did that. I’m never angry like that, and I never fight, I don’t know… He could’ve hit you, he almost hit you, and I just…” 

“It’s ok.” You responded. “I promise, I understand.” 

“I don’t want you to think that I’m that kind of person.” 

“I know you’re not.” You assured him, putting your hand in his. “Thank you, for moving me out of the way.” 

“Of course.” Jung Kook said. He squeezed your hand back. “You were scared, weren’t you?” 

“Not of you.” You said. “And not of Jimin. I’m scared for him.” 

“I know.” He nods. The room was still, and the rain could be heard pouring outside. Jung Kook stood so close to you. “Y/N… I need to just… I need to tell you.” 

“Tell me what?” 

“You know now, how I feel about you.” Jung Kook said, his hands now holding both of yours as he stood in between your legs. “You know how I’ve always felt about you.” 

“Jung Kook…” 

“I can’t promise you all of the same things he can. I know that.” Jung Kook continued. “But I can promise that I’ll make you happy. Love shouldn’t be like this, Y/N. Please… just think about it.” 

“O-Ok.” You stuttered. “I will.” 

I’m sorry it’s taking me longer than usual to post the next chapter of The Law of Attraction! I’ve been absolutely exhausted with work recently. I do have the chapter like 95% finished. This is the final version, I actually scrapped the first version like half way through because I didn’t like it.

But yeah, just wanted to let y’all know I am working on it and it is almost done! This next part will also be longer than usual, and there’s dramaaaa sooooo look forward to that! lol

Author's Update

Sorry that it's taken me a little longer to update! I've been caught up with work this week, and I'm currently spending time with my family before I finish up my last semester of undergrad (very excited lol).

Soooo yeah! I'm excited to post again, but I've just been taking a little break. Hopefully the update will come next week. Thank you for being so patient!

I have read the Summry of the story

The law of acttraction , but havent started reading any chapters yet, this serise cougt my eyes many time, i wanted to read it but before it ,can i also get another short of the story , i mean another trailer of it ?

Sure!

In the story, Jung Kook is an up and coming lawyer who recently moved to New York City for work at a major law firm. While he's there, he's reintroduced to a very wealthy girl, Y/N, who he's had feelings for since he was an undergraduate student back in Busan. Y/N, however, is engaged to Jimin, an incredibly wealthy heir who has just taken over his father's company. Jimin is a sweet but troubled person, with personal issues that drives a wedge between them in their relationship.

The story is largely about Y/N, and navigating her own emotions in the midst of a shaky engagement and complicated relationships. It's a love triangle between the three of them. That's all I can really say, without spoiling too much of the story!

The Law of Attraction (Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader) [Part 10]

Story Synopsis: Throughout his life, Jung Kook has only ever loved one girl. Despite her being out of his league and of an elite class that he wasn't born into, he fell hard, keeping his feelings a closely guarded secret. When they parted ways, and Jung Kook pursued his law career, he did so with the intent of moving on. But when she unexpectedly arrives back into his life, Jung Kook finds himself once again face to face with his own insecurities, and the girl of his dreams.

Story Rating: M (18+) [Language, sex, depression, alcoholism]

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Characters/Pairings: Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader (feat. Jimin x Reader)

Chapter Word Count: 2.6k

Taglist: @cassies-cookies @crisle19 @dream-cvtcher @jimincrystal @jksusawife @jk-190811 @khadeeeeej @kooklovee @lalataegi @lallataegi @mukeovernetflix @rispwn @shellyyy177 @smoljimjim @taetaecatbo @user-190811 @whoa-jo @11thenightwemet11

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It’s interesting, you thought, how there are weeks that feel as though they just bleed into one another. No clear distinction between each day that passes; just melting into  the motion of monotony. You visited Jimin three days a week, bringing food, sitting at the same table, and having relatively the same conversations. He stared at your naked ring finger, and you pretended not to notice. Neither of you wanted to address it, and neither of you particularly felt that you needed to. You both knew what was going on, but it pained Jimin to know he carried the burden of responsibility. When you left that evening, giving him a half-hearted kiss, he couldn’t stop his tears once he knew you were gone. 

“So,” Dr. Moore began their session the next morning. “I want to talk a bit about your fiancé.” 

“Ok.” Jimin nodded. Despite several sessions with Dr. Moore, and growing a bit more comfortable, there were still nerves present. 

“Can you start by telling me a little bit about her?” 

“Y/N…” Jimin paused, thinking of the right words to say. “Y/N is my everything. She’s undoubtedly the love of my life.” 

“What does your father think of Y/N?” 

“He likes her.” Jimin responded. “He thinks she’s a good person, and he likes her family. He thinks that I’m lucky to have a woman like her.” 

“A woman like her?” 

“Well, she’s very beautiful.” Jimin smiled, thinking of you. “Well educated and well traveled, as well. She’s very intelligent. She studied international business, French and English, and he was quite impressed with that.” 

“I see.” Dr. Moore nodded, scribbling a few notes onto her note pad. “She sounds lovely.” 

“She is.” Jimin agreed. “She’s the only one for me.” 

“Why?” 

“I…” Jimin paused, his brows furrowing in confusion. “I just told you about her, and you agreed that she sounds lovely.” 

“Yes, but what makes her the only one for you?” 

“I’m not sure I’m following.” Jimin said with a slight, confused laugh. 

“There are lots of lovely, well educated, beautiful women in the world. Why is this one, Y/N, the only one for you?” 

“Because.” Jimin said, beginning to feel a bit offended by her line of questioning. “I love her.” 

“What about her do you love?” 

“I don’t like these questions.” Jimin said, crossing his arms defensively. “I love everything about Y/N.” 

“Jimin, if I may ask one more question,” Dr. Moore said, taking off her glasses. “Are you holding on to your fiancé because you love her? Or do you love the idea of adding someone to your life that your father will approve of, and will keep you from being alone?” 

“I…” Jimin looked at her, with wide eyes. “What makes you ask that?” 

“When you described her, it felt as though you were reading a resumé of a new employee at your company.” Dr. Moore said, looking back to her notes as she slid her glasses back on. “Well educated, studied international business, speaks three languages… Are these qualifiers to fall in love, or are they qualifiers to fill a position?” 

“Do you think that I’m not in love with her?” 

“I think you may be afraid.” Dr. Moore said gently. “But only you can tell me that with any certainty.” 

With that, the timer beeps, indicating that their daily session was over. Jimin left the room, feeling more unsettled, vulnerable and with a heaviness in his chest that he couldn’t ignore. He was sure he loved you, never questioning what the feelings he had for you were. It was uncharted waters, to analyze his own emotional landscape critically, and he continued to muse over her words throughout the night. 

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Wine always tasted sweeter after living through a few hard weeks. You sat on the living room floor with Jung Kook that night, and watched as he casually threw back drinks with a boyish grin. There was a playlist casually put on in the background, and Jung Kook made it a point to not bring up anything too heavy. Jimin, your seemingly fragile engagement, the court case. None of that existed within the walls of his apartment. In this room, you were just you, and he was just himself, and you were safe. So, unbelievably safe, that watching him pour another glass of wine didn’t make you nervous. You knew that here, nothing was out to get you. 

As your bare feet walked across the floor of the kitchen to put up the last freshly cleaned glass, the song changed on the shuffled playlist, and Jung Kook whipped his head quickly to the tv screen to see. 

“Y/N!” He called from the living room, getting up to his feet. “I love this song. C’mon, you gotta dance with me.” 

“Jung Kook, I’m a terrible dancer.” You laughed at his playful demeanor. 

“Me too, but come on.” He whined, extending his hand. “Don’t leave me hanging here.” 

“Fine.” You conceded with a giggle, making your way to him, before slipping your hand in his. 

Was the room spinning from the alcohol, the dizziness of how Jung Kook twirled you around, or the lightness you felt in your chest? You had no idea, and in that moment, you weren’t sure it mattered, because all of those things were true. They were real, happening in real time, playing off one another as you danced around the living room and into the kitchen, the drinks making you spill into different spaces. 

Jung Kook, with a large smile, picked you up with one final spin and placed you on the counter of the kitchen island. Your hair was tousled, you were wearing pajamas, and your cheeks were rosy from the laughter, movement and drinks. Jung Kook swore to himself that in that moment, captured like an image to be stored in his memory, you had never looked more beautiful. This, the happiness he felt just by being with you, and the happiness written on your face, was all he’s ever wanted. Before he could stop to think what he was doing, caught up in the moment he was in, he leaned in close you… then froze, with his lips not quite to yours. 

The spinning had stopped. The room seemed quiet and still, with everything disappearing to the background as you looked at him in surprise. The curve of his nose, the pink of his lips, the deep brown of his eyes. Cute. 

Maybe it was the red wine buzz, or the emotionally taxing weeks, or the way Jung Kook looked at your lips like there was nothing in this life that he had ever wanted more. But you smiled and felt like giving in. So you leaned in to meet him halfway for the first time, and connected your lips to his. 

Jung Kook closed his eyes and melted into your lips, finding a rhythm instantly, like it was natural. It was better than he had imagined, and he instinctively raised his hands to delicately hold your face as he deepened the kiss. He had, in that single instant, everything. He was so desperately crazy about you, and he hoped you could feel that from the way he hopelessly chased and tasted your lips. You rested your hands on his chest, not to create distance, but simply to touch him. 

Finally, when Jung Kook pulled away, you were both breathless. He never removed his hands from your jawline, but pressed his forehead to yours in an effort to be closer, and with a smile and a quiet voice, he admitted, “I’ve wanted to do that for so, so long.” 

“Then… I think maybe, you should do it again.” You responded with a shy smile, and felt Jung Kook come back to your lips, excited to kiss you again, but continuing to take his time and move his lips slowly. 

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The next morning, Jung Kook woke up on the couch, with your head on his chest and his arms around you. He was surprised and grateful that you hadn’t woken up yet, so he could hold you a little longer. He brushed hair away from your sleeping face, and watched the way your eyes fluttered just enough for him to notice. Jung Kook couldn’t erase the sleepy smile from his lips, even has he lowered his head to plant a kiss to the top of yours. He watched your chest rise and fall as you slept, and absentmindedly caressed your back. He wasn’t sure if he was awake, since every moment from last night forward felt like a dream. 

“Y/N?” He whispered, raising his thumb to softly touch your jawline. “Y/N, I have to go to work…” 

The sentence lingered. He wanted to end by calling you something else; baby? Honey? Sweetie? None seemed to work, because he wasn’t sure what was allowed. Everything seemed fragile, like it could disappear at every moment. So as you woke up, he savored holding you in his arms as long as he could. 

“Ok…” You mumbled as you slowly woke up. You raised your head to meet his gaze, and greeted him with a soft, “Hi.” 

“Hi.” He responded, his voice low. “How’d you sleep?” 

“Good.” You responded. “I guess we fell asleep on the couch together.” 

“We did.” Jung Kook smiled. “I…Um… Yeah.” 

“Yeah.” You smiled back. You knew what he meant, even with so little said. “Thank you, for everything. The food, the place to stay, the…yeah.” You trailed off. 

“…Yeah.” Jung Kook’s cheeks began to pink as he blushed. “I’d do everything, all of it, again. Any time.” 

“Me too.” You admitted, laying your head back down on his chest, and listening to his heart beat. 

Eventually, you both had to leave the couch, and Jung Kook shyly kissed the top of your head before he left for work, making you blush. He couldn’t help himself; now that he had a sample of what your love felt like, he needed more, and he wanted to shower you in attention. As he walked to work, he remembered all the years that he daydreamed what your lips tasted like, and what it would feel like to hold you as you fell asleep on his chest. He never dared to imagine that one day, he’d actually know. As people walked past him, he knew he probably looked crazy, smiling like a lovestruck idiot, but he couldn’t care less. Because he knew, in his apartment right now, you were there. The girl he had spent so many years adoring in secret. There were still so many unknowns, and he tried hard not to get too excited, but your taste lingered on his lips, making him forget all things logical. 

Jung Kook sat at his office desk, and tried to focus on his schedule for the day. It would only be a few hours before his new possible client that Namjoon had sent his way, would be over to meet with him. So Jung Kook did a quick review of the case, and jotted down some notes, losing himself in his work. 

“Um, Mr. Jeon?” A man asked, knocking on his door. “I hope I’m in the right place.” 

“Yes, hello!” Jung Kook got up to shake the man’s hand. “You must be Mr. Kim, who I spoke with on the phone the other day. It’s nice to finally meet you.” 

“You too. You can call me Taehyung, if you’d like.” The man smiled a boxy smile. His chocolate eyes were hidden behind locks of hair. “I’m glad Namjoon was able to recommend your council for me.” 

“Please, have a seat.” Jung Kook said politely, motioning towards the seat at his office. “I was just looking over your case, and I’d like to talk a bit more about it.” 

The men sat and talked for a while, as Taehyung discussed the incident with Jung Kook, and Jung Kook in return wrote a few notes down. As they conversed, neither payed attention to anyone outside of Jung Kook’s private office, until another knock came to the door. 

“Mr. Jeon,” Namjoon greeted with Jimin by his side, before pausing when he saw Taehyung sitting there. “My apologies, I didn’t know you were with a client. I wanted to ask if you still had those case notes from our first meeting with Mr. Park.” 

“I believe they’re still in one of my binders, let me check.” 

Jimin, however, didn’t hear a word of what was said between the two lawyers as he stared at a man he never thought he’d see again. Kim Taehyung. A man he told your father he didn’t spend time with anymore, sitting in the chair looking back at him like a ghost from his past. Memories of wild nights, mistakes, bad decisions and regrets seemed to loom over him like a shadow. 

“Jimin!” Taehyung said, practically leaping from his seat with a grin. “Oh my God, how long has it been? Holy shit, how are you?” 

Jimin didn’t know what to say. How am I? He thought to himself. I’m in rehab and about to lose my fiancé. 

“I’ve been good.” Jimin answered. “How are you?”

“I’ve been better.” He admitted. “You remember Mr. Min, who always let us party together on his yacht? Some girl I was with one night here in the city trashed it, and now he’s trying to make me pay.” 

“Oh.” Jimin nodded, still too stunned to form a real conversation. 

“You two know each other?” Namjoon asked, eyebrows raised. 

“Oh yeah, Jimin and I used to have a lot of fun.” Taehyung explained with a grin. “We used to party every night, until I moved to Seoul and Jimin started dating that one girl. What’s her name again?” 

“Y/N.” Jimin responded, sounding sad at the mention of you. “Her name is Y/N.” 

Jung Kook slowed at Jimin’s answer, hearing your name come from his voice. He noted how upset Jimin sounded, and he couldn’t help but wonder what his reaction would be if he knew that just last night, the man in front of him kissed his fiancé and held her in his arms while she slept? 

“Yeah, Y/N.” Taehyung nodded. “I saw the pictures, she’s cute. Are you two still together?” 

The air suddenly felt heavy. Jimin never thought there would be a day when he wasn’t sure how to answer that question. “Yes” didn’t feel true, but neither did “no.” He was still yours, but were you still his? He didn’t know. Your ring has remained off your finger, but you let him kiss you when you see him, even if the enthusiasm you once had for his attention is clearly dwindling. Jimin’s lips were parted, and he was painfully aware that no words were coming out. 

“Mr. Kim, here are the notes.” Jung Kook said, breaking the tense silence in the room. Jimin looked over at Jung Kook, and the lawyer tried not to make too much eye contact, as though meeting his eyes would reveal everything from the night before. 

“Thank you, Mr. Jeon.” Namjoon said professionally, nodding a goodbye to Taehyung. “Please, continue your meeting. I’m sorry to have disturbed you.” 

“Hey, Jimin,” Taehyung called out, right as Jimin was turning away. “My number is still the same. Since you’re in the city too, let’s go out sometime, yeah? Like we used to.” 

Jimin only nodded, and then continued to walk back to Namjoon’s office. As soon as Jimin was out of the room, Jung Kook felt like he could breathe again. 

Can we get some dom!hobi ? ><

dom!hobi loves to destroy ur pussy

needing him to fuck me right <3

"oh, but daddy loves your pussy so much princess." hobi grabs your thighs and pushes them to your chest, driving deep into your pussy.

you scream and cry at the feeling of the overwhelming pleasure, "d-daddy!"

hobi growls as he fucks you into the bed. his thrusts were slow but so rough. the way his cock hit your cervix made your body shake; it was too much to handle.

"i-i can't, hobi. I- agh!" you lose your words when he starts to pound you faster. you heard him moan and coo soft words to keep you going.

"shh," he kisses your forehead, still pounding into you. "keep your arms above your head and your eyes on me, okay?"

hobi's voice was gentle and considerate, but the way he fucked you wasn't...he was so rough, but it felt so good!

you gasp, "think I'm gonna cum!" hobi grabs your jaw and grips it tightly, not concerned for your orgasm at all.

with his other hand, he starts to rub your clit with his thumb. the sound of your moans and helpless yells made him even more able to fuck you.

"oh fuck princess. taking daddy's cock so well." hobi groans.

you cry, "i-it hurts."

hobi's thrusts slowed down a little as he realized he might've been too rough on you. he did feel bad.

"I know baby, I know. it aches doesn't it?" hobi soothes you the best he can, pulling his thick cock out of your sore cunt.

you nod, "mh hm..."

"daddy's tongue will make it feel better, okay?"

hobi got on his knees and let your calves rest on his shoulders. he was more gentle this time, seeing all the red areas on your pussy, seeing how sore he made it.

his tongue trailed up your folds to your clit. "mnh, hobi." you murmur between breaths. he took it as a sign to be more gentle.

he sucks your pussy and drinks the cum he had left in you from the last couple rounds. he rubs your thighs lovingly and continues to pleasure you.

"ah- mm!" you whine at his sudden movement. his fingers push into you and you begin to moan louder. "d-daddy, think I'm gonna cum now."

hobi nods and looks into your eyes, "go ahead sweetheart." he lifts his head to speak to you, going right back down to eat you out.

As much as I’m enjoying the new story… is it okay if I ask what happened with the old story. I enjoyed them both but I was just wondering if the old story is going to be left open or eventually finished. No pressure just out of curiosity.

You're totally fine to ask what happened to BTS: In the Secret! I would absolutely love to finish that story eventually, but the reason I left it alone to begin with was because I just had other things going on irl that didn't leave me much time to write, and on top of that, I wasn't feeling very inspired with that story.

Then, when I wanted to write again, I was drafting out future chapters and working on the story direction, but then I had a Macbook issue where I had my entire computer wiped, and I lost all of my work. I think that just made it overwhelming for me to restart that process, and then I began writing this new story, so In the Secret just kinda got put on the back burner. I really apologize for that, but yes, I do plan on finishing that story eventually. 🩷

Update: Tag List for 'The Law of Attraction'

Hi everyone! I wanted to just check in for a second and say THANK YOU or helping me reach (and surpass) 300 followers this week! I really appreciate everyone taking the time to read my fic, and I'm so glad y'all like it!

Just a little update about the tag list; there seems to be an ongoing issue with people being tagged, but not being notified. After doing a bit of research, it seems like it's an issue on Tumblr's end, and I'm not sure if there's much that I can do on my end to fix it. For that reason, I won't be adding anyone else to the tag list, just to save everyone from the frustration of this not working, myself included. I feel terrible because I know it's a bummer to see a new update a day or two later than you wanted. I apologize for any issues that you've had with it, and I hope that Tumblr can fix this issue because I, personally, love having a tag list.

Thank you for being so understanding and patient with me, and I hope to have the next part out soon!

The Law of Attraction (Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader) [Part 9]

Story Synopsis: Throughout his life, Jung Kook has only ever loved one girl. Despite her being out of his league and of an elite class that he wasn't born into, he fell hard, keeping his feelings a closely guarded secret. When they parted ways, and Jung Kook pursued his law career, he did so with the intent of moving on. But when she unexpectedly arrives back into his life, Jung Kook finds himself once again face to face with his own insecurities, and the girl of his dreams.

Story Rating: M (18+) [Language, sex, depression, alcoholism]

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Characters/Pairings: Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader (feat. Jimin x Reader)

Chapter Word Count: 2.1k

Taglist: @cassies-cookies @crisle19 @dream-cvtcher @jimincrystal @jksusawife @jk-190811 @khadeeeeej @kooklovee @lalataegi @lallataegi @mukeovernetflix @rispwn @shellyyy177 @smoljimjim @taetaecatbo @user-190811 @whoa-jo @11thenightwemet11

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“Alright, let’s get started.” 

The buzzing fluorescent lights in the closed room were annoying to Jimin’s eyes, but he sat still and focused on the woman in front of him, who introduced herself as Wendy, rather than going by Dr. Moore. Her short, red-painted nails stayed locked around a ball-point pen, ready to scribble notes on her yellow notepad. Her glasses fell to the bottom of her nose, and her black hair with grey at the roots revealed her older age. Jimin wasn’t sure why he felt so nervous. This is what he signed up for, after all; to learn whyhe has a problem, so he can stophaving a problem. He kept reminding himself that you’d be proud right now as he sat on the small sofa of her office, getting comfortable among the piles of pillows.

“Ok.” He responded. Every inch of his body revealing the reservations he had. 

“Can you share a bit about why you’re here?” Wendy invited him to speak. 

“I drink a lot. Sometimes.” Jimin said shyly. 

“Ok,” She said warmly. “Did something happen while you were drinking that brought you here?” 

“Yes.” He answered, nervously playing with the fabric of his sleeves. “I fought with my fiancé, Y/N, in our hotel room and I….” 

It was a struggle for him to admit. The memories of crying, broken glass from his phone, the way you looked so scared of him all replayed in my mind, haunting him.

“It’s ok.” Wendy said. “Please, take your time.” 

“Thank you. I… I threw my phone, not really at her but at the wall behind her. The screen shattered, and it scared her, so she called someone.” 

“Thank you for sharing that with me.” Wendy said, appreciating his honesty. “Let’s start with getting to know you a little bit, Jimin. Can you tell me about your family?” 

“My parents?” He asked, watching her nod in response. “My father was CEO of our family business, Park Tech, until he recently retired and I inherited the company, and my mother was a stay at home mother.” 

“What does she do now?” Wendy asked. 

“She passed away several years ago.” Jimin responded, his voice giving away his sadness at the subject. 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Dr. Moore said, making genuine eye contact with Jimin. “How would you describe your emotions around that time?” 

Jimin looked away from her, down to his feet, and shrugged his shoulders. The only person he had ever reallydiscussed his mother with, was you. But even then, he struggled to be truly vulnerable. It just became too difficult to muster up memories of that period of his life, let alone genuinely open up, so Jimin opted to reject it altogether. But as Wendy looked at him, and gave him space to collect himself, he wanted to try for once. For the sake of his relationship with you. 

“Angry.” He responded. “I was angry.” 

“Angry with her?” Dr. Moore clarified, and Jimin nodded. “May I ask why?” 

“She left me.” Jimin answered, still unable to make eye contact. His arms were crossed at his chest, posture defensive and guarded. “She left me alone with my father, and I had to deal with him by myself.” 

“Why do you find your father difficult to deal with?”  

“He’s just…” Jimin’s words scrambled in his mind, unable to be organized in a way that could effectively explain his complicated relationship with his father. “He’s critical. Everything I do seems to be a mistake, and he believes that I can’t handle anything. I try to make him happy, but he never is.” 

“Was he like that before your mother passed away?” 

“A little. He’s gotten worse.” 

“After your mother passed, is that when you started drinking?” She asked gently, and Jimin nodded. “A way to cope.” 

“You could say that.” Jimin said. 

“Is your father upset by your drinking?” 

“Very.” Jimin chuckled sadly. “He says I’m an embarrassment, that I’m ruining the family reputation and the value of the company. He says that I’m lucky Y/N agreed to marry me at all, since I’m such a mess.” 

Dr. Moore wrote down some notes, and took a moment to look at Jimin. He felt studied, and began uncomfortably shifting in his seat. 

“I think you did a lot today.” She said with a smile. “Thank you for sharing so much with me. I think we’ll end early, but I’d like to leave you with one thought before you go.” 

She took off her glasses, sitting them on the desk beside her, and then placed her notepad and pens on the same spot. She leaned forward, drawing in Jimin’s attention, and kept a warm demeanor to her, allowing him to be pulled in. 

“I think that so often, when we do things to hurt others, we end up hurting ourselves the most.” She explained. “It backfires. The person we were trying to hurt with our actions, isn’t nearly as affected as we think they are. But rather, it’s us who take the hit.” 

Jimin nodded, trying to make a connection to something he had said. The timer beeped, letting them know they were finished for the day. 

A few hours later, you enter through the hallway of the treatment center to meet with Jimin at a private table. His eyes, and his entire world, lit up the moment he sees you. His posture becomes straighter, and his lips turn upwards into a smile. 

“Hi, honey.” He stands to greet you, giving you a quick peck on the lips before noticing the bag in your hand. “You brought me something?” 

“Mhm. Jungkook and I made noodles this morning for our lunches, and I made extra for you.” You explained nicely. 

Jimin bit his tongue, but internally, he loathed imagining how you spent your morning cooking with Jungkook, in his kitchen, in his apartment.

“Thank you, honey.” He said softly, leaning in for another, slower, kiss. “So sweet.” 

You two sat together and ate, and you asked Jimin enjoyed the noodles the best he could, as you asked him about his day so far. He gave vague answers, said that therapy was good, and that for what it’s worth, he doesn’t hate it here. Jimin asks you what you’ve been up to, and that’s when you tell him about the book store and the red pandas. The more you talked, the happier you seemed. Jimin felt incredible hatred towards himself, because he hated it, knowing he wasn’t the reason. 

“Jungkook really has been so nice.” You said, taking another bite of your noodles. 

“Yeah, you two seem to get along very well.” Jimin’s voice sarcastically quipped. You furrowed your brows at his tone and attitude. His face was stern, clearly upset by something you said. 

“Baby, what’s the matter? You know it was just-”

You reached out to touch his hand, to console him, but when his eyes glanced down at your finger, his composure cracked completely. 

“Your ring is gone.” He said, shock and panic evident. “Honey, where's your engagement ring? What’s going on?” 

You knew the many answers and explanations to that question. The ring inched off your finger slowly, with every sip of alcohol he took, with every empty promise, and with every fight that ended in fresh tears. When your father voiced his concerns about your future with Jimin, the ring suddenly felt heavier than it ever had before. It felt like a wake up call, that this bad dream you had been subjected to couldbe over, despite it being painful to imagine. But you dared to imagine it, just briefly, and when you slid the ring off, it was like a breath of fresh air in your lungs. You felt free. 

But, as you stared at Jimin’s gorgeous features slipping into sadness, you didn’t have the heart to explain, or to answer. So you sat there, silent. Somehow, that was all the answer that Jimin needed. 

“Y/N, you can’t leave me, please.” He begged, holding on tightly to your hands with tears spilling down his face. “I’m trying. I’m really trying. I’m here, doing this for both of us. Please, angel, you have to stay with me. Please. I love you. You’re the love of my life, Y/N, you know that. Please. Please don’t go. I’m trying.” 

Jimin rambled apologies and begged for you, like a scared child who had their safety blanket taken away. It was like his ccomfort, his usually stable foundation, had been shaken. He was unprepared, and for the first time in his life, Jimin was truly, deeply afraid. 

“I know you’re trying.” You say, holding onto his hand as your own tears spill. “I’m trying, too.” 

——————————————————————

When you arrive back to Jung Kook’s apartment, the tears hadn’t subsided. If anything, time in the backseat of the SUV gave you ample opportunity to think, which in turn, just made the tears flow more freely. You had never felt so guilty before, bruising a heart that you had learned to call home. Jimin’s sweet, whispered words, his charming laugh, his tender touches, his morning kisses. They all seemed like things that would be impossible to even imagine going without. 

But his unstable nature, his unpredictability, and the seemingly never ending spinning loop that he had you on. These things seemed like things that would be impossible to even imagine spending the rest of your life with. When you took Jimin, you took all of him. But if you turn him away, you turn away all of him, too. It’s all, or it’s none. There is no in between. 

Jung Kook was on a call when you entered through the front door, the iPhone pressed up to his ear as he looked out the living room window.

“Yes, I’ll have your case on my desk for review tomorrow morning.” Jung Kook spoke, not yet aware of your presence. “Yes, Mr. Kim, please feel free to stop by tomorrow morning and we can look over your options. Thank you. Have a nice night.” 

He hung up the call, and turned around to see you with red cheeks and red eyes. He knew it had been your first granted meeting with Jimin today since he checked himself into treatment, and he imagined it would be a hard day. But seeing how devastated and small you looked in that moment, he could tell it was much more than a ‘hard day.’ But he didn’t want to waste time with questions, exhausting you more. Jung Kook walked over to you, and wrapped his arms around you in a comforting hug. 

Feeling him around you allowed for the dam that had been holding back some of your emotions to completely shatter. You sobbed, wrapping your arms around him as well and shook as you cried. Jung Kook just held you close, hoping it would be enough to keep you together as best as he could.

“Shhh, it’s ok.” He whispered, tucking your head into his chest, his lips rested at the top of your head, letting you cry into his hoodie. “You’re ok. I’ve got you.” 

“I just don’t know what I should do.” You said with words shaky through your unsteady breathing. 

“You can talk to me about anything, you know that, don’t you?” Jung Kook asked. “If you need to talk about it, you can.” 

You nodded, and kept your arms around him as you told him about the conversation that had happened. Jung Kook was stunned by what he heard, but there was a question that he couldn’t get off his mind, and that he knew he needed an answer to. 

“Can I ask, why did you take off your engagement ring?” 

“I was having doubts about… us.” You admitted, your chest bursting at the seams with guilt. “I love him, but I just don’t know…” 

“Hey, shhh. I understand.” Jung Kook hushed you gently. He pulled you ever so slightly away from his chest, just enough to make eye contact as he spoke. “You know what I think? I think you’re a lot like me, in that you try to take care of the people that you love, sometimes to your own detriment. Eomma used to scold me about that, and she told me that sometimes, you have to put your needs first, so that you can be the best version of yourself when you show up for those you love.” 

“I… I don’t know if I can do that.” You sniffled, wiping your years. 

“It is hard. Trust me, I know.” He admitted. “But, I think you should… Because I know that you deserve to be happy.” 

Hello!! I don't know if you do this kind thing but could do an imagine where the reader realizes she loves and trusts Jungkook after a lot of abuse and let's Jungkook show her how good loving sex can be?

bestfriend!jungkook showing you real love

he looks so precious in these pics <3

"hey, shh. you're okay, baby." jungkook put your hair behind your ear and tried to soothe you. you sink down on his cock and whine, feeling overwhelmed.

"j-jungkook." you mutter between breaths.

he smiled softly, "it's alright, sweetie. go slow. we've got all night, so be careful."

you start to bounce on his cock very slowly. jungkook knew what your ex did to you. he knew that he used you for sex and money, blackmailing you so you wouldn't break up with him.

jungkook knew you needed love...real love.

"baby, you feel so good!" jungkook moaned, "please tell me you feel good too."

you nod desperately, "y-yes. you're so big!" you grab onto his shoulders for support, seeming to be having a hard time sitting up straight because of the pleasure.

jungkook gently grabbed one of your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours, giving it a squeeze.

"squeeze my hand if you need to, okay?" jungkook kisses your forehead.

you nod, "mm okay-"

you started to bounce slowly once more, beginning to get the hang of it. jungkook thrusts his hips upwards to help you out, just until you were sure you were going to cum.

you bounce and grind, hoping to chase your orgasm soon. jungkook kisses your neck and plays with your nipples to help turn you on a bit more.

he didn't want to tell you, but he was close and unsure on how much more he could take. "mm, so good baby girl."

you moan, "kook, I think I'm close!"

jungkook pulled you closer to him and kissed your forehead. his hand still hanging onto yours, letting his sweat mix with yours...

"that's good, keep going until you cum baby. you've got it." jungkook's voice was sweet and soft. he knew you needed to be reassured. your ex never let you have an orgasm this slow before.

you whine, "ah!" jungkook immediately stroked your cheek and switched; he got on top of you and began to pound into you, hoping you'd get your orgasm.

your back was on the mattress, letting him take control and urge your orgasm to the brim. the way his cock for you perfectly...fuck.

"I know it's hard, but you'll cum. I promise, princess." jungkook breathed heavily and slapped his hips against you. his girth hit your g-spot making you moan loudly.

"gonna cum!" you scream. jungkook didn't stop for anything, he wanted you to feel good. he saw your jaw drop and your eyes flutter, feeling your pussy pulse around his shaft.

"that's a good girl, that's it. you feel so good, huh?" jungkook thrusted a little more to keep your orgasm going for longer. you deserved it.

The Law of Attraction (Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader) [Part 8]

Story Synopsis: Throughout his life, Jung Kook has only ever loved one girl. Despite her being out of his league and of an elite class that he wasn't born into, he fell hard, keeping his feelings a closely guarded secret. When they parted ways, and Jung Kook pursued his law career, he did so with the intent of moving on. But when she unexpectedly arrives back into his life, Jung Kook finds himself once again face to face with his own insecurities, and the girl of his dreams.

Story Rating: M (18+) [Language, sex, depression, alcoholism]

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Characters/Pairings: Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader (feat. Jimin x Reader)

Chapter Word Count: 2.9k

Author's Note: *SPOILERS: Please read after reading the chapter* As I mentioned in my author's note, the places in this chapter are either inspired by, or directly noted, as real places in NYC. The 'French language book store' is heavily inspired by Albertine, which does have a beautiful ceiling on the second floor, like the one described here, and is only a twenty minute walk away from the second location, Central Park Zoo. So this chapter largely takes place in the irl area of Upper Manhattan. Again, thank you so much for reading!

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Blueberry pancakes were a treat that you haven’t enjoyed since you were a kid. You used to make them during warm, summer mornings with your mother. You remember sitting on the kitchen counter, swinging your small legs off the edge, with a bowl in your lap that was almost as big as you. Your mother always used bright blueberries picked from her garden, and joke that it was her trick to get you to eat more fruit. But it never felt like a trick to you; it only felt like a treat. 

Maybe that’s why this morning felt strangely familiar. Jung Kook had gotten fresh blueberries from the market earlier that week, and had the idea to drop them into some pancake batter. You felt like a little girl again, only this time, your legs were longer as they hung off the edge of a kitchen island that wasn’t yours. You were still in your grey pajama shorts and an oversized black sweatshirt, with your slightly brushed hair pushed away from your bare face with a plain black headband. Jung Kook wouldn’t mention it, but he had never seen you look more beautiful. He just settled on sending you gentle looks as he watched you stir the batter. 

The apartment was comfortably quiet. You could hear the morning traffic from the streets down below, but just like the first night you spent here, the outside world seemed a million miles away. You absentmindedly looked around his kitchen while you cooked, glancing past Jung Kook, whose back was turned towards you as he plugged in his griddle, and onto the photo you saw the other night. 

“Hey, Jung Kook,” You caught his attention. “Is that your Eomma? In the photo?” 

“Hm?” He hummed, turning towards where your attention was. “Oh, yeah. She was at my graduation.” 

“She’s very pretty.” You complimented, making him grin. “Your parents must be so proud of you.” 

“I hope so.” Jung Kook offered a soft smile. “Appa passed away years ago, but I like to think he’d be proud of me.” 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know-”

“It’s alright.” He chuckled a bit to himself. “Really, it’s ok.” 

“Still. I’m sorry.” You apologized, letting a moment pass before asking, “Did he practice law, as well?” 

“No, he um, he worked at the ports.” Jung Kook explained, putting his hand above the griddle to check the heat. “He was hired during the big trade boom that happened years ago, right when the Busan ports really took off. He uh, worked in a warehouse.” 

“That sounds like hard work.” 

“Yeah, I remember he had a lot of pain.” Jung Kook recalled, leaning against the counter. “When I tried to play with him, he’d complain about his legs. But I don’t know how much of that was from really from work, since he was sick too.” 

“Oh, yeah.” You nodded, saddened by his story. “I can’t imagine what that’s like. Jimin talks about losing his Eomma sometimes, and I feel like I never know the right thing to say.” 

“Is there ever really a right thing to say?” Jung Kook asks, with a sad smile and a shrug. “I didn’t know that Jimin lost a parent too.” 

“Yeah, a long time ago.” You said, memories flooding back. “She was always so nice. She used to bring Jimin to my house for playdates when we were kids, because she was friends with my Eomma. We used to play in the pool in my backyard, while our mothers would talk for hours.” 

“Your families must know each other well.” Jung Kook said, hoping his voice didn’t sound too sad. 

“Our parents have been friends for years.” You nodded, and explained, “Sometimes, I wonder if that’s the only reason why Appa said yes to our engagement.”

There was a silence. So much hung heavy and thick in the air, that Jung Kook wanted to know. Has your father changed his mind about Jimin? Do you need to be engaged to someone from yourworld of wealthy, business families, in order for your family to approve? How does he, the son of a warehouse worker, have a chance with you? But as he looks at you, the only thing he could focus on, was the empty spot where your engagement ring should be. Its absence gave him hope that he clung to, despite knowing like he shouldn’t. 

“I think uh, I think its hot enough for the batter now.” Jung Kook lightens the mood, taking the bowl from you, before turning around. “I’m starving.” 

“Me too.” You responded, thankful for the change in tone. “You still haven’t told me what we’re doing today, by the way.” 

“Can’t.” He tsked, spooning out batter and grabbing a spatula. “That’s a surprise. Top secret.” 

“No way you’re keeping secrets right now.” You joked with a smile. “And to think, we were getting along so well.” 

“Were?” He looked at you from over his shoulder with a playful look in his sparkling brown eyes. “After today, I think I’ll be your best friend.” 

“Best friends don’t keep secrets.” You mumbled, making him shake his head with a dimpled grin.

You ate breakfast, before getting ready for the day of whatever Jung Kook had in mind. As you slipped on a floral mini sundress and a pair of comfortable sandals, you realized you hadn’t stopped smiling since retreating back to the guest room.

As the two of you left the apartment building, and made your way down the stairs and onto the subway, Jung Kook couldn’t stop his fingers from twitching slightly and fidgeting by his side, like there was something magnetic trying to pull his hand towards yours. He wanted so badly to touch you, but he resisted. So he just sat in silence, as the train moved quickly down to its next stop, and watched as you looked through your phone’s camera roll to pass the time. You stopped on the photos of Jimin just a little longer, looking at his happy smile and crescent moon eyes that you’ve grown to love. You don’t see them much these days, and you missed them. 

Jung Kook watched your finger hesitate above the screen to move past each photo of Jimin, despite knowing he would be on the next one too. He had to admit that Jimin looked happier back then, the excitement of a newly found love clearly written on his soft features. 

“Hey,” Jung Kook said calmly, making you look up at him, your shoulders touching as you sat close together. “Everything is gonna be ok. You’re worried, aren't you?” 

“Yeah.” You agreed. “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to be sad today.” 

“It’s alright.” He reassured you. “I think you have every reason in the world to be worried right now. But, I also think that everything is going to work out.” 

“Yeah?” You asked. 

“Yeah.” He smiled, giving into his temptation to hold your hand in his, settling it comfortably on your lap. “I think everything will work out for the best.” 

When the subway stopped, he kept his hand in yours and led you through the crowd, out of the subway. He let go as you two walked side by side down a few blocks into the city. The air was warm but not unpleasant, with a slight breeze blowing through your hair. You looked up at him as he spoke animatedly, pointing to various things he’s discovered since moving to the city, and you noticed yourself matching his energy so easily. When Jung Kook smiled, it made you smile, too. His laugh was contagious, making you laugh along with him. When he became excited in sharing something, it made you want to be excited about it, too. There was a boyish charm to him, an almost innocent undertone, to everything he did that made it so easy to be with him. 

You realized that you weren’t with Mr. Jeon, professional and put together. You weren’t with the shy student who sat next to you in class and bought you a chocolate bar on a hard day, either. You were just with Jung Kook; the son of a middle class warehouse worker, who worked his way into one of the most elite law firms in Manhattan. A man with dazzling brown eyes, dimples, and a sleeve of tattoos decorating one of his toned arms, who looked more like a rock drummer than a lawyer. A man who, until now, you have never looked at too closely. But now that you have, you admit to yourself that you find it hard to look away. 

“I’m really excited to take you to this place.” Jung Kook said, standing beside you facing a crosswalk. “How much French do you remember from university?” 

“I use it often, just so I won’t forget.” You said with a smile. “I can’t believe you remembered I minored in French.” 

“Y-Yeah.” Jung Kook said, suddenly embarrassed. I remember everything, he thought to himself. 

The two of you quickly walked across the street, and into a beautiful, small bookstore. Jung Kook walked over to the mini espresso bar, and ordered two vanilla lattes while you looked around the store, realizing all of the books were written in French. 

“A French language book store.” You realized, turning to the man coming over with two drinks in his hands. “Jung Kook, how did you even find this place?” 

“I found it one day, just passing by on my way to our next stop.” He explained, feeling happy that you were happy. “There’s an upstairs, too. You have to see it, it’s the best part.” 

He led you up the creaky wooden steps, and into a gorgeous room, with a ceiling painted a deep, navy blue. Spots of gold paint contrasted against it, like stars, and brought of the gold of the large pendant lighting fixtures illuminating tables of books. 

“Jung Kook, it’s so pretty.” You said, staring up at the ceiling. Captivated by the art deco work, you didn’t notice Jung Kook was captivated by you.

“Yeah.” He agreed, his soft eyes focused only on you. “Really pretty.” 

You stared at the fake stars, painted onto a fake sky, and Jung Kook continued to stare at you, and feel something undoubtedly real. It was the same real feeling that he felt this morning, making pancakes with you. The same feeling, when he saw you sitting alone at a restaurant, abandoned by your fiancé. The same feeling he had every day, sitting next to you in class. The same feeling he’s had ever since he met you. He knew what he wanted to call it, but naming the feeling would make something that’s real, a little too real. So he watched you take a photo of the ceiling, and browse the books, and sip your coffee, and do what you’ve always done best; make him feel something and not know. He continued to do what he does best; fade into the background, and not let you know. 

“Are you done looking too?” You asked, walking over to where he was standing. “This was amazing, Jung Kook. Really, thank you.” 

“Any time.” He smiled. “C’mon, I’ve got one more stop.” 

After exiting the store, and walking down a few blocks, you realized the direction you must be headed when in front of you, was a large, green area.  

“The park?” You asked. 

“Kind of.” Jung Kook said. “I mean, yes, Central Park, but uh… more specifically, the zoo.” 

“The zoo?” You smiled. “You’re taking me to the zoo?” 

“Is that ok?” He asked, his voice had a touch of nervousness to it. “I think there’s something here you’ll really like.” 

“It’s definitely ok.” You said, touching his arm to relax him. Little did you know that had the opposite effect, making his cheeks turn pink at the contact. “I haven’t been to a zoo in such a long time.” 

“Great. You’re going to love this.” 

Taking your hand to lead you through the crowded ticket booth and entrance, you finally made your way in, and just like the subway, he dropped your hand when the crowd was gone. You understood why; he was being respectful, not wanting to cross any boundaries, or act inappropriately. But you still couldn’t shake away the small, unfading sense of disappointment when he let go. 

He helped you up close to the glass, so you could look in to see fuzzy, red pandas lazily sleeping around their exhibit. Jung Kook pointed, sticking his finger to the glass, at one that had a bit more white in its face, making it look extra adorable. You watched him excitedly talk about them, and how he’s excited for the zoo keeper to do their feeding demonstration. 

“It’s almost time.” He said. “They’re just so cute.” 

You realized just how well that word suited Jung Kook, too. The curve of his nose, and his charmingly big puppy eyes, and his toothy grin, and his dimples. Standing next to him felt like being next to comfort personified, and as you watched him, that one, perfect word spun around your mind; cute. 

That word stayed, lingering persistently, on your way back to the subway, and when his hand slid so easily into yours again to lead you through the crowd. It stayed on your walk back to his apartment, and when he came out of his bedroom dressed down in black sweatpants and a t-shirt. It stayed when he sat on the floor of his living room with you, eating freshly delivered pizza and pouring you a glass of wine. 

That one glass became two, which became three, and casual conversations turned into deep belly laughs over university stories that you knew you’d never forget. His laugh, his fluffy, dark hair, his energy that seemed to radiate off of him. Everything was just…Cute. 

As you were helping him clean up the mess from the kitchen for the night, a red wine buzz inspiring clumsy movements from both of you, you let out a giggle every time your bumped into each other within the small space of the kitchen. You helped in putting up cleaned plates, while Jung Kook placed left over pizza in the refrigerator. The two of you turned around at the same time, almost colliding with each other, if it wasn’t for Jung Kook quick placement of a hand on each of your arms and steadying you. He froze, locking his attention onto you with wide eyes. 

“Sorry.” He mumbled with a grin. 

“It’s ok.” You replied, meeting his grin with your own. 

You both stood there smiling for a moment, before Jung Kook’s eyes dared to look down slightly, taking a peek at your lips. He let his concentration stay there for a moment too long for you not to notice, and the air became heavy, yet somehow delicate, at the same time. The traffic that could usually be heard from his apartment seemed to have fallen silent, and the room around you melted into empty space. He stood still, afraid that if he moved too quickly, he’d scare you away. So he waited for something, anything, unsure of what he was waiting for, or if he’d recognize it if he saw it. 

Then, a ring of his phone in the living room brought you both crashing back to reality. You looked away from his face with a funny feeling in your chest that you couldn’t place. It was like being greeted by an old friend from years ago, but not quite remembering their name. 

“S-Sorry.” He stuttered, taking his hands off of you to walk quickly towards the living room, leaving you in the kitchen alone. 

“Hello?” He answered, mentally cursing whoever was on the line. 

“Hey, it’s Namjoon.” Namjoon said. “I just wanted to check in with you and Ms. Y/L/N, just to see how she’s doing today.” 

“She’s good.” Jung Kook responded, resisting the urge to hang up the phone. 

“That’s good to hear.” Namjoon’s voice sounded mildly suspicious. “Listen, I also wanted to give you a heads up about tomorrow; you’ll be receiving a call from a possible new client in the morning who I sent your way.” 

“O-oh, ok. Wow, uh, thank you.” He said, scratching the back of his neck. “I appreciate that.” 

“Don’t mention it. He gave me a brief run down of the situation over the phone today while you were out; damages to a private yacht, he says it’s not his to pay. He’ll tell you more tomorrow.” 

“Sounds good.” Jung Kook said, looking at you finishing cleaning in the kitchen, finishing with everything without him.

“I’m sure you’re tired, I won’t keep you on the phone. Get some rest, alright? I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“Yeah, see you tomorrow.” Jung Kook said quickly, hanging up the phone to see that you were already walking away, retreating to the guest bedroom. 

“‘Night, Y/N!” He said, cringing internally at himself for how loud and rushed his voice came out. You politely stopped and turned, meeting him with a smile. 

“‘Night, Jung Kook.” You waved. “Thanks for today. I had a lot of fun with you.” 

“Me too.” He said, kicking himself for his response as you walked away and closed your bedroom door. 

“Fuck.” He mumbled at himself, before going into his bedroom for the night. 

Author's Note

Hi everyone!! Once again, I wanted to thank you for all your nice messages/comments about The Law of Attraction, for all the likes and reblogs, and just for taking the time to read my story. I really really appreciate it.

I just wanted to say that the night part should be up no later than 8 p.m. EST today, I'm just working a bit more on it. I'm very excited, because some of the locations are inspired by real places in New York that I visited and loved while spending time in the city. When I publish it, I'll tag the irl locations so you can see them, and maybe check it out one day if you haven't before.

Also, on the same kind of note, the judge written in the previous part is inspired by a real NYC judge that one of my former political science professors knew, who he described as "no bullshit but fair", which is why Namjoon in the fic described him that way. Just something fun I wanted to share.

Again, thank you so much for reading so far! I hope to have the next part out soon. (+ I've updated the tag list, so I hope I didn't miss anyone!)

one of my favorite things about jimin is that he doesn’t laugh, he giggles.

Could you add me to the taglist for Laws of Attraction? 😁 it's so good!!

Yes, of course! I'm so glad you liked it!!

Law of Attraction is soooooo dang good! As much as I want JK and oc to get together, I really appreciate how realistically you are writing the conflict within her and how realizing someone you love needs to work on themselves first and may not be good for you in the end. I’ve been in a relationship with an addict who had alot of trauma and it’s so relatable how you’re writing this dynamic and experience.

Loving everything about this story and will continue to follow all your works as I am now a big fan 🥰 Thank you for sharing and hope you never lose the love of writing!

This is one of the nicest comments I’ve received, and it really made me smile, so then you 🥺 I’m so sorry that you’ve had to go through that experience, I can only imagine how difficult that was for you.

To be honest, I try to write as realistically as I can, while still keeping it a good story, because I think it just makes for better writing imo. Personally, a pet peeve of mine specifically is when dialogue makes me think, “Nobody irl talks like this.” So for you to say that you find this story realistic is a big compliment for me. I really appreciate it, and thank you for taking the time to read it 🥺❤️

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The Law of Attraction (Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader) [Part 7]

Story Synopsis: Throughout his life, Jung Kook has only ever loved one girl. Despite her being out of his league and of an elite class that he wasn't born into, he fell hard, keeping his feelings a closely guarded secret. When they parted ways, and Jung Kook pursued his law career, he did so with the intent of moving on. But when she unexpectedly arrives back into his life, Jung Kook finds himself once again face to face with his own insecurities, and the girl of his dreams.

Story Rating: M (18+) [Language, sex, depression, alcoholism]

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Characters/Pairings: Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader (feat. Jimin x Reader)

Chapter Word Count: 3k

Author's Note: I know I always say this, but I am very excited for this part! lol I hope y'all like it! Also, if I forgot to tag you in the taglist, or if you'd like to be added, please let me know! I try to add people as they ask, but I'm afraid I'll miss someone. So just let me know! Thanks!

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“How are you feeling about today?” Namjoon asked his client. 

Jimin was standing with you in the lobby of the courthouse, dressed in his best Ralph Lauren suit, keeping your hand in his. You sported a long-sleeve baby blue pencil dress from Versace that belted around the waist, with a pair of beige Louboutin heels. You chose your outfit knowing that the press would be there that day, and you wanted to appear put together and presentable for your fiancé’s case. Standing by him, with your engagement ring proudly shining on your finger, you could see the cameras outside through the lobby windows, snapping photos that will undoubtedly be front page news tomorrow. You understood fully that the direction the day goes would determine so much; the Park family name, the perception of Jimin as incoming CEO of the company, and most importantly, your future together. 

“I’m ok.” Jimin replied, gripping your hand, before turning to look at your face. “How are you feeling, my love?” 

“I’m ok, too.” You offered a sweet smile. Composed. 

“We’ll get through this.” Namjoon said. “I can’t imagine Judge Harmon being more difficult than he has to be.” 

“How is he? As a judge?” Jimin asks. 

“No bullshit, but fair.” Namjoon replied. “He’s worked in the city a long time, and he’s seen it all. But as long as he can see that you’re trying, he’s fair.” 

Namjoon glanced at his phone, checking the time. 

“We need to go in there, it’s our time.” Namjoon said. “Ms. Y/L/N, thank you for having your statement ready for me this morning.” 

“Of course.” You responded, squeezing Jimin’s hand. “Anything to make this easier.” 

Jimin smiled sadly at your words. He wished it were easier; he wished the situation weren’t so difficult on you. He felt like a liar to your families, and to himself. He knew he’s already failed so many times in taking care of you, loving you, and giving you the life he knows you deserve. Yet here you were, dignified as always, standing by him in front of the world’s attention. He didn’t deserve you, and for the first time, he truly understood that deeply. But he was thankful that you were there nonetheless, holding his hand. 

The four of you walked down the hallway together, and you gave Jimin a quick kiss for luck before slipping away with Jung Kook into the public, gallery seats in the court room, behind Namjoon and Jimin’s council table. The court was empty otherwise, except for the other legal team at their table, as the judge ordered prior to that no cameras were to be inside for this brief decision. 

“All rise for the honorable Judge Joseph Harmon.” The bailiff announced, leading everyone in the room to stand while the judge entered, taking his seat at the bench. “You may be seated.” 

“Mr. Park,” Judge Harmon began, looking up from his glasses to the young heir. “It seems your council is asking for a deferral on your case today. Is that correct?” 

“Yes, your honor.” Jimin answered. 

“Your honor, my client is asking for a minimum ninety day deferral, in order to seek rehabilitation treatment.” Namjoon began. “We request to submit a treatment plan to the court, as well as a personal character statement written by the defendant’s fiancé.” 

“Very well.” Judge Harmon nodded, allowing the bailiff to take the paper work from Namjoon and bring it to him. The court was silent as he looked through the documents quickly. “And, why must the defendant miss his upcoming court dates for this? Could he not be escorted to and from the court during those dates, and return once the day is over?” 

“Your honor, it would be against the suggestion of his therapy team to remove Mr. Park from his in-person support for long hours at a time.” Namjoon reasoned. “His team, as well as Ms. Y/L/N, have requested in writing that Mr. Park focus solely on his health before his dates, as any distraction may disturb his treatment plan.” 

“Your honor,” The opposing lawyer spoke up, her tone annoyed. “Calling this case a ‘distraction’ is insulting to those who Mr. Park misled and defrauded out of their investments. I would argue that Mr. Park is attempting to delay this case in order to lower his chances of facing any consequences for his actions.” 

“If I may, your honor,” Namjoon responded, “I can assure the court that Mr. Park is not delaying consequences, as we feel that we have a strong case against these allegations. My client is simply doing the responsible thing; doing right by his family, his business, and his wife-to-be, by seeking immediate help for his addiction and behavior.” 

“And what behavior would that be, Mr. Kim?” The judge asked. Jimin shot Namjoon a wide-eyed panicked look, not wanting to reveal his private fight with you. 

You became nervous, as well. Jung Kook knowingly reached for your hand, and was surprised when you took it, locking your fingers with his for support. I’m right here, Y/N, he said to himself, as if you could hear his thoughts. 

“Emotional management courses, your honor.” Namjoon replied. “It’s standard practice for someone on this treatment path, as outlined by his recovery team.” 

“I see.” Judge Harmon said, looking at the blonde heir. Jimin was sitting upright, in perfect posture, trying to keep his composure under the weight of the judge’s look. “Mr. Park, I believe it may be best for you to seek treatment before we continue with the case. The court is granting you the request for a ninety-day deferral to focus on your health.” 

“Thank you, your honor.” Namjoon smiled, looking over at a very relieved Jimin. The prosecution lawyer rolled her eyes and tsked in disbelief, but Namjoon paid it no mind. 

Jimin turned around to give you a smile, and Jung Kook mentally thanked his luck that your fiancé didn’t see his hand in yours from where he was sitting, because Jung Kook wasn’t at all ready to let you go; to let you leave his hold, and run back to him. But Jung Kook knew he had to, as much as it hurt him. He knew, despite his heart begging at him to keep you close, that you weren’t his to hold on to. 

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Namjoon brought you and Jimin back to your hotel room to help Jimin pack for his treatment, while Jung Kook retreated back to his office for the rest of the day. When you arrived at the suite, bottles were still scattered among the tables, floors and counters, reminding you of all of the terrible nights, not just the most recent incident, where Jimin had crossed the line. All of the times he messed up, not keeping his promise that he whispered to you that night in front of your families.

“Mr. Kim,” Jimin called out to Namjoon from the bedroom, who was gathering Jimin’s clothes from the closet nearby. “Would you be alright with leaving Y/N and I for the afternoon? My driver will make sure I’m on time for my check-in, I just… I’d like to have some private time with her.” 

“Of course, Mr. Park.” Namjoon said, bowing respectfully. “If either of you need anything, please don't hesitate to call.” 

“Thank you.” Jimin said, waving to him on his way out, before turning to you. 

You were picking up empty bottles with a sadness in your eyes that Jimin never, in his life, wanted to see again. 

“Hi, my love.” Jimin said as gently as he could, approaching you. He could see that sadness so clearly the closer he came, and saw just how deep in truly ran. “Honey, come here. I wanna talk to you.” 

You nodded, and reached out for his hand. Jimin led you to the bedroom, and sat you on the bed before bending down on the floor by your legs to look up at you, making you giggle. 

“Jiminie, what are you doing?” You laughed, earning a smile from your fiancé. 

“Jiminie? Honey, you haven’t called me that in so long.” He replied. “I just wanted to look at you, my love, and I wanted to ask what my pretty girl is thinking about.” 

“I… I don’t wanna fight anymore.” You replied, your voice so quickly turning soft in exhaustion and sadness. 

“There won’t be any fighting today.” He said, rubbing his hands up your legs in comfort. “Tell me what’s on your mind.” 

“I’m just tired.” You responded truthfully. “I’m so tired, baby. I can’t… I don’t know what to do…” 

“Shhhh, I know.” Jimin said gently, looking at your face as you spoke. He could see it from the dark circles under your eyes, and the dullness of your skin. “I know I haven’t made things easy on you, and I’m sorry honey. You must be so worried all the time, right? Not sleeping or eating much?” 

You nodded to confirm. “Jung Kook made japchae, and that was the first full dish I’ve eaten in a while.” 

Jimin smiled unconvincingly, hating to know that another man took care of you in the way he should’ve. 

“I’m glad you ate well, my love.” He said diplomatically. “When I’m in treatment, I want you to you sleep and eat well every day, ok? And I want you to tell me if you need anything at all. ” 

“Baby, I’ll be ok.” You smiled, delicately keeping your composure. “It’s only for a short time, right? You need to focus on getting better, not on my needs. Besides, Jung Kook is there, just in case. I won’t be alone.” 

“Yeah.” Jimin nodded, trying to keep his protectiveness and jealousy under control. “But listen, honey, I mean it. If you need or want anything, you can come to me, ok? I want you to come to me.” 

“Ok.” You nodded. 

Jimin gazed up at you for a moment longer, unsure if you really meant it, because knowing you, you’ll do things yourself or ask someone else before him, just to make sure he focuses on himself. You knew that giving you things was Jimin’s way of feeling adequate. A manicure, a new bag or dress, a nice meal at a nice place, a beautiful vacation, amazing sex. Jimin felt needed and secure as a man when he gave you these things. But what Jimin didn’t realize, was that you needed something that was somehow both more, and so simple. You only needed him to be ok, and to prove that he can be a stable partner for you.   

After a few moments of committing your features to memory, etching them into his mind, Jimin wrapped a hand around each of your ankles, and began kissing up your exposed legs, distracting you from your thoughts. Softly, slowly moving up your skin with his plush pink lips, making you giggle in surprise.

“Jimin!” You laughed sweetly. 

“Let me make you feel good, honey.” He said, his voice deepening as he moves up your legs, lifting your dress. “Gonna use my tongue just how you like it.” 

He continued to pull your dress up as he moved, keeping himself on his knees, nibbling and kissing your thighs until he reached your lace panties. He kissed you over the fabric, teasing you with just enough pressure and tongue to make you whimper in anticipation.

“Jimin, please…” You begged, running your fingers through his blonde locks. 

“Angel, this sweet little pussy’s so wet for me already.” He murmured, moving your lace to the side with one finger. “Such a needy girl, so easy to get your pretty pussy excited.” 

He gave you wet, soft kisses along your opening, nibbling delicately on the skin, making your throw your head back and pick up your breathing. Then, his tongue, pressing quick kitten licks at your clit, which had already peeked out to seek attention. 

“J-Jimin…” You whined, gripping his hair as he continued to alternate between speed and pressure, licking and sucking, burying himself between your thighs. He slid a finger, then two, moving them in and out, and curling them to caress your sensitive spot. “Baby… Baby… Please… Baby…” 

You had no idea what exactly you were begging him for, with your mind emptying alongside each movement. You knew it was a distraction; a moment of pleasure in a sea of pain that you’ve tasted many times before. But for now, you’d let his familiar touch melt your worries away once again. A few more moments of careful attention had your toes curling and your hands pulling his hair as you came with a cry. .

You let him move you up further onto the bed, so that he could undo his pants and drop them to his knees, to let his hard, sensitive length spring out. He slid fully into you with a possessive growl, and began to fuck you hard, making the hotel bed, and yourself, squeak just as you did the first night you stayed here. 

Each movement was a strong cocktail of loving passion, pleasureful distraction, and begging apology, mixed with a lingering sense of his sense of possession. Jimin locked his lips to your neck, and engraved you with shallow marks as he whispered in your ear, “My pretty girl… Fuck, my sweet angel… My girl, taking my cock so well… F-Fuck…. All mine… ” 

It was a clear reminder, whispered to you through your whines as you let pleasure consume you once more, feeling his thumb massage your clit; Parks got what they wanted, and Jimin intended on keeping it that way. His mistakes could always be fixed with the swipe of a card, some sweet words, or a good, loving touch between your thighs. But as his thrusts became more sloppy and shallow, so too did his promises, when he pulled out and spilled onto you, ignoring his vow to finish inside and be closer to you. 

It was a moment of realization, as you lay there looking at his beautiful face, that no matter how seemingly hard he would try, he would always be Jimin. Flaws and all. The way he showed love, the increasingly obvious emptiness of his commitments, the circles he takes your heart in. He will always be that version of himself, because it is the only version of himself.

As he kissed your neck and whispered “I love you”, you wondered, for the first time, if those words, and that love, would ever truly be enough. 

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You went with Jimin to the rehabilitation center, and after a teary goodbye, you had the driver take you to Jung Kook’s apartment. He was waiting for you in the living room, only able to imagine the emotional day you had. He had rehearsed over and over again what to say, to give you the comfort and love he knew that you needed. But when you walked in with tears, his mind blanked, and the only thing he could think to ask was, “What do you need?” 

“I… I don’t know.” You said softly, unsure of so many things. 

Jung Kook looked at you with sad brown eyes, walked towards you, and replied, “I think what you need, is a hug. C’mere.” 

As he wrapped his arms around you, he realized he couldn’t have offered anything better. You clung to him like a float in a crashing ocean, desperate for a moment of calm. He wanted to provide that for you, so he held you close, hoping it could somehow meld the leftover pieces back together. Or, at the very least, remind you that you never had to pick them back up alone. 

He hoped you understood that later that night, when he heard you speaking to your father on a video call in the guest room. Jung Kook wanted to give you privacy, but when he heard the angry tone of your father, he couldn’t help but overhear through the thin wall between the bedrooms. 

“So Jimin is in treatment right now?” 

“Yes, Appa.” You responded, nervously picking at your nails. “I think he’ll be better afterwards. He just needs some time.” 

“Y/N,” Your father sighed. “I don’t like that you’re dealing with this again. How many more times are you going to have to go through this with him?” 

“He’s really trying.” You said sadly. “He’s not a bad person.” 

“I know he’s not a bad person, sweetie.” You father said, trying to reason with you. “But I think he may be ‘bad’ for you. I don’t know, I’m just worried about you. Are you by yourself now, in a new city?” 

“No, Appa. I’m staying with Jung Kook.” You said. “He works with Mr. Kim, and I used to go to university with him. He’s been very sweet to me, you would like him if you met him.” 

Jung Kook couldn’t help but smile at your words, but still held on to what your father said. Jimin’s not a bad person, but he’s bad for you. Your own father having doubts about your engagement was not something he expected to hear, but he shouldn’t say he was all that surprised. You deserved more. 

When he heard you say your goodbyes, his thoughts were interrupted, and he began to scroll through his phone as he laid on his bed, pretending as though he hadn’t heard your conversation. 

“Hi.” You said after a few moments, with a knock on his bedroom door. “I think I’m going to bed.” 

“I’m sure you’re tired. It’s been a hard day.” Jung Kook responded, watching you turn around. “Hey, Y/N.” 

“Yeah?” You asked, turning around towards him once more. 

“I’m off tomorrow.” He smiled. “Let me show you some cool places in the city.” 

“Jung Kook, you don’t have to do that-”

“I want to.” He replied. “Please? I think I… um, it can make you feel better.” 

You smiled at his sentiment, ignoring the charming slip of his words. 

“Ok.” You agreed, giving in to the brown, puppy eyes of the man who looked so soft in his bed. “It’ll be fun.” 

“Yeah.” He smiled. "I think so, too."

“Goodnight.” You waved, turning away from him. 

Jung Kook’s eyes widened, watching your hand wave him good night. Something was different, missing, that was clearly there before your conversation with your father. It made his heart drop to his stomach, and his mind buzz for the rest of the night.

Your engagement ring was gone. 

Just wanted to let you know that Law of Attraction is literally one of my favourite reads these days. Can't wait for more plot twists and dramas lol. Also thank you for updating new chapters so quickly I hope you are taking care of yourself! ❤️

Oh my God, thank youuuuu ❤️ that's soooo nice, I'm so glad you like it 😭

I'm taking care of myself! I've definitely had more time to write than I usually do, and this story is coming together so easily, that's it's hard for me not to write lol

The Law of Attraction (Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader) [Part 6]

Story Synopsis: Throughout his life, Jung Kook has only ever loved one girl. Despite her being out of his league and of an elite class that he wasn't born into, he fell hard, keeping his feelings a closely guarded secret. When they parted ways, and Jung Kook pursued his law career, he did so with the intent of moving on. But when she unexpectedly arrives back into his life, Jung Kook finds himself once again face to face with his own insecurities, and the girl of his dreams.

Story Rating: M (18+) [Language, sex, depression, alcoholism]

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Characters/Pairings: Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader (feat. Jimin x Reader)

Chapter Word Count: 3.1k

Authors Note: New chapter!! I hoped y'all enjoyed the little interlude between this part and the last, I really enjoyed writing it. And I hope you enjoy this update, as well!

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The bed that you woke up on was soft, despite being a bit smaller than you were used to. There was a soft hum coming from a spinning fan, creating a comfortable white noise in the otherwise quiet apartment. Your weekender bag was tossed on the floor, and you slowly pieced together where you were. You knew you must’ve fallen asleep shortly after coming to Jung Kook’s place, exhausted by the situation you’ve found yourself in. You checked your phone by your bed, and realized that you had slept all day. 

As you stretched out, you began to smell a pleasant fragrance coming from outside the room. You rose from the bed and opened the door, walking down the hall as you followed the scent of freshly cut vegetables. You found your way towards the living room, which sat adjacent to the kitchen, where Jung Kook stood, not yet noticing you were close by. His dark hair looked incredibly fluffy, with strands falling perfectly out of place. He wore a pair of grey sweatpants and a t-shirt, showing off an arm of tattoos that usually stayed hidden behind the sleeve of a professional suit. But he still managed to look softer than you’ve ever seen, as he combined ingredients together in a large, red bowl.  

“Hi.” You called out softly, earning his attention. 

“Hi.” He repeated, continuing to stir. “How’d you sleep?” 

“Very good… Thanks.” You said quietly, walking to the kitchen island to sit on the bar stool across from Jung Kook. 

“I, uh… I figured you would be hungry.” Jung Kook explained. “I hope you like japchae.” 

“I love japchae.” You smiled. “Oh my God, I haven’t had that since coming to the city.” 

“Great.” He smiled back. “This is a family recipe, so tell me what you think, ok? It’s almost finished.” 

“Thank you.” You responded. 

You looked around his small but nice kitchen, taking in Jung Kook’s little corner of New York. His white board calendar was pressed to the refrigerator with blue marker ink-scribbled reminders on a few important dates. The happy law school graduation photo of himself, and what you assume to be his mother, was hung up with a magnet cutely made to look like a Doberman puppy. A small collection of cookbooks stacked on top of each other, largest to smallest, creating a neat pyramid shape on the counter, and a collection of soju and whiskey that seemed to be carefully selected. It all felt so… him. Nothing too fancy or expensive, but it didn’t need to be. It was cozy, and for the first time in several days, you genuinely felt calm. This space, his space, felt safe. 

Then, you noticed a freshly cut bouquet of red and pink flowers in a vase of water, sitting right by you on the kitchen island. 

“Those are pretty flowers.” You commented, reaching over to gently touch one of the pink petals. 

“Oh! Yeah, they’re um…. T-They’re for you, actually.” Jung Kook stuttered. “I wanted to take them to the guest room, but uh, I didn’t want to wake you.” 

“You got me flowers?” You asked, your eyes wide in surprise. 

“Yeah. I saw them on my way back from the office.” Jung Kook explained nervously, watching your expression closely. “There’s um, there’s this flower street cart thing, down the block, on the corner. I pass by it all the time, but uh, I thought m-maybe it would… make you feel better? After, y’know… everything this morning.” 

“You got me flowers.” You repeated to yourself quietly, staring at the bouquet of red and pink. “Jung Kook, that’s really, really nice of you.”

“Y/N-” 

“Nobody’s ever gotten me flowers before.” You said softly, tears blurring your vision. “Thank you.” 

Jung Kook stood there stunned, not expecting this reaction. How could a woman who had everything in the world, be so moved by a three dollar bouquet? 

“Nobody has gotten you flowers before?” Jung Kook asked, but internally burning to ask why Jimin has never done that for you, being as its something so simple. 

“No.” You shook your head. “Never.” 

You didn’t offer more of an explanation, and the timer on the kitchen stove buzzed, stealing Jung Kook’s attention away to plate the noodles before he could ask you anything else. 

“Here,” He said, filling your bowl. “Let me know what you think.” 

You nodded a quick ‘thank you’ when he handed you the bowl and utensils, and your cheeks blushed when his dark yet sparkling eyes watched you take the first bite. You never noticed how his eyes sparkled like that, like stars contrasted against a clear, black night sky. 

If someone had told Jung Kook years ago that one day, you would be alone with him in his apartment, eating his father’s famous japchae recipe with a smile on your face, he would’ve thought they were messing with him. It sounded too much like a daydream, like one of those pretend, domestic scenarios he used to fantasize about over and over again while sitting next to you in class. But here you were, as beautiful as you’ve ever been, barefoot in a pink nightgown, smiling that sweet smile, in his kitchen.  

“It’s delicious!” You praised, lighting up excitedly at the flavor. “I think you could’ve been a chef!” 

“Thanks.” He blushed, shaking his head. “Eat well, ok? Have as much as you’d like.” 

The two of you ate in casual silence for a few moments, except for the occasional slurping. You sat at the kitchen island, and Jung Kook leaning against the kitchen counter, still facing you, with a bowl of his own. It was a small moment, and it felt delicate and new, chocked full of potential, like a seed planted in the cold ground. It was something Jung Kook wanted to water and nurture, to see if it would bloom when the weather turned warmer. 

“So…” He said, breaking the silence. “What do you want to do tonight?” 

“Hm?” You asked with a mouth full of noodles. 

“Well, I’ve got some games. Board games, or the Switch,” He explained. “Or, we can watch something. Netflix, Hulu, HBO… Whatever you want.”  

“Any of that sounds so nice.” You said with a smile. “Seriously, I’m happy with anything.” 

“Ok.” Jung Kook said, before glancing down to notice your bowl was empty. “Do you want any more? I made plenty.” 

“I’m so full now, but thank you.” You answered with a small laugh. 

“Any time.” Jung Kook responded, taking your dish. “I’ll clean up, don’t worry about it. I’ll meet you in the living room in a few minutes, ok?” 

“Are you sure you don’t want help?” You asked, watching him already load the dishwasher. 

“No, please, don’t worry about it.” Jung Kook said. “I’ve got it, it’ll just take a second.” 

“Ok.” You said, walking towards the dimly lit living room, only illuminated by the soft glow of the floor lamp sitting in the corner of the room. 

His Apple TV and Switch sat side by side on top of a small bookshelf, underneath the wall-mounted tv. The shelf was lined with comics, horror and romance books, which took you by surprise, be it a nice one. The curtains were opened, revealing a beautiful view of Manhattan at night, with glittering skyscrapers. You stood by one of the windows, looking out and taking it in. From so high up, the world below looked so small and far away, completely separated from where you stood, unable to reach you. Once again, a new sense of calm and safety flooded your system, allowing words you never meant to say to spill out.

“Jimin’s never gotten me flowers.” You thought out loud, speaking softly to yourself. Jung Kook heard you, and paused putting the last dish in the washer, turning to look at you from the other room. The distance between the two of you palpable; so close, yet still so far away. 

“Jimin’s never gotten you flowers?” He asked gently, and you turned to face him with a tinge of pink to your cheeks. 

“No.” You repeated, shaking your head. “Never.” 

“I’m sorry.” He responded, unsure as to what else he could say. 

“It’s ok.” 

But it wasn’t. Jung Kook knew that, and you knew that, but it went unsaid. Jimin gave you everything you should want; expensive gifts, trips to beautiful locations, and dining at the best restaurants in the world. But beneath all of that, the things you needed were absent. Peace. Protection. Stability. When those things don’t exist, you end up with a mess, exemplified ironically by a trashed luxury hotel suite. 

“Let’s watch a movie.” Jung Kook said, coming to the living room, and breaking you out of your thoughts. “Have you seen Wonka yet?” 

“Wonka? As in, the Timothée Chalamet musical Wonka?” You giggled at the suggestion. “No, I haven’t. I’ve heard that movie is so silly.” 

“I think silly may be perfect right now.” Jung Kook smiled at your description, revealing his boyish dimples, before sitting on the couch. “C’mon, I’ll put it on.” 

The movie glowed on the screen, and you settled into the couch, quickly getting comfortable. Jung Kook tried to focus, which proved to be a challenge as he sat so close to you. He hoped you couldn’t hear his heart race, or his abnormally deep breaths, or sense just how badly he wanted to hold your hand, or throw his arm around your shoulders so you could lean into him, or kiss your lips. He appeared calm on the outside, but inside, he was more desperate than he’d ever been. You were so close, but still so painfully far away from where he knew you could be... or maybe, even should be. But for the night, he accepted what he had; the girl of his dreams, comfortably in his apartment, but not quite close enough to touch. For now, that would have to be enough. 

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Jimin’s father spent much of his life teaching his son what he could. Negotiating business deals, looking over contracts, and how to find a good lawyer, leading to his meeting with the family attorney, Mr. Kim Namjoon. But the underlying message of all of these things, was the most important lesson that Jimin had ever learned; Parks get what they want. It didn’t matter how, or at what cost; this is a family that got what they wanted. 

Jimin, for much of his life, had experienced this. A play room of toys at 5. A puppy and a horse at 10. A weekly allowance at 13, with deposits being much more than most people would see in a month. It was his father’s way of showing love. A poor man turned rich man through hard work, his father wanted his son to have the life he never had as a child. This only became more true with the early passing of Jimin’s mother. In his grief, Jimin’s father continued to spoil him monetarily, while setting high expectations in the areas of academics and sports that Jimin, despite being an overachiever by every metric, could never seem to hit. This is when Jimin began secretly drinking, as a way to cope. Love in the Park family wasn’t expressed in three words, or in sentimentality. It was expressed through the swipe of a Black Card, and tinted by the ever-present need to have control. 

This would come to a head on an early morning in Mr. Kim’s office, when Jimin, still hung over and tempers boiling just under the surface, was told exactly that. 

“What do you mean no?” Jimin asked, his tone angry. 

“I mean no.” Namjoon said nonchalantly. “She’s not coming back to the hotel. She’s staying where she is.” 

“I thought I told you that if your colleague is left alone with my fiancé again, I’ll pull my business from the firm and find representation elsewhere.” Jimin gritted his teeth. “I find this to be completely unacceptable.” 

“Mr. Park, with all due respect, let me tell you what I find to be unacceptable.” Namjoon responded, growing frustrated with the client. “What’s unacceptable, is having my high-profile client trash a five-star Manhattan suite, and leave Ms. Y/L/N so desperate for relief that she calls me at the crack of dawn, only for me to find you passed out in your underwear on the bed from a night of heavy drinking. You’re lucky the other guests didn’t call an employee when they heard the noise, and that it was only Mr. Jeon and I, because I guarantee your little ‘lover’s quarrel' or whatever would’ve been plastered all over the Korean press by now. It would’ve been embarrassing for everyone involved.” 

“How do we know it won’t be in the press?” Jimin tsked. “How will it look to send me into treatment, with my wife-to-be staying with another man? You think people won’t ask questions about that? You think that’s not embarrassing for me?” 

“I think it makes you look responsible.” Namjoon argued. “We can tell any curious press, and the judge, that you’re getting your life back on track, and you’ve left your fiancé in the care of a close friend, who also happens to be a colleague of your lawyer, so that she has support. It makes you look selfless, and secure. You know what doesn’t? Throwing your fiancé’s clothes around like a spoiled brat when she tries to leave you. That, Mr. Park, I can’t spin in a way that makes you look good.” 

“She was only trying to leave for the night.” Jimin said quietly, clearly ashamed to admit to Namjoon the damage he had done. “She wasn’t leaving me… She loves me.” 

“She does.” Namjoon agreed. “Which is why she wants you to get help, and why you shouldn’t worry about Mr. Jeon. And I know that you love her, too, which is why you need to focus on keeping her. This is the way you can do that.” 

“Fine.” Jimin agreed through tight, gritted teeth. “So then, what’s the plan?” 

“Today, we’re getting documentation from the treatment center, and Ms. Y/L/N’s letter.” Namjoon explained. “We’ll meet Ms. Y/L/N and Mr. Jeon at the rehabilitation center, and we’ll make sure everything’s in order to show the judge tomorrow morning. Then, we’ll argue that you’ve responsibly checked yourself in, and that you need time before you’re able to conduct yourself in a courtroom again. Ms. Y/L/N will write a letter about your character that I’ll submit to the court, and knowing this judge, I believe he’ll find it admirable that you and your fiancé are committed to your treatment, and he’ll defer your date.” 

“Ok.” Jimin nodded. “I think that can work… I’m going to miss her while I’m gone, Mr. Kim.” 

“I know.” Namjoon said, his voice empathetic. “But you know she’ll visit you as often as she’s allowed to by the center, and she’ll miss you just as much, if not more so. That’s why you need to do this, for her. Now come on, we need to get going.” 

Jimin’s personal driver was waiting outside of the firm for the pair, ready to take them to the address that Namjoon had texted him earlier that morning. The car ride was silent, with Jimin watching people from his tinted window go about their day. He was nervous to see you, unsure of how upset you’ll be with him. His leg bounced uncomfortably as the car turned right several blocks from the office, taking them closer to where Jimin would be spending the next three months. 

He saw you, standing outside of the building with Jung Kook. You wore a pair of leggings and an oversized sweatshirt, and a Chanel bag across your body. Jimin quickly unbuckled and got out the car, anxious to see you. 

“H-Honey…” He said, dashing over to you, like nothing else in the world existed. You wrapped your arms around him, soothing his worries, and Jimin pulled you in close to kiss your lips. Jung Kook immediately looked away, choosing instead to meet Namjoon’s attention and nod his hello. 

“Hi, baby.” You said, holding back tears. 

“Honey, I’m sorry. I’m so, so fucking sorry.” Jimin rambled, his hands cupping your cheeks so that you’ll look at his face, as he wiped any tears that rolled down. “Anything mean that I did, and anything mean that I said, I didn’t mean it. You know that, right, Y/N? I’m so sorry, you must’ve been so scared. Fuck, I never want to hurt you, or upset you. I love you, and I’ll never be angry like that with you again. I’m gonna get better, ok, honey? Gonna get better for us.” 

Jung Kook wanted to scoff, but he bit his tongue. He wondered how many times you’ve heard the same promises, hashed out the same fights, cried the same tears. He wondered how many times you’ve had to piece your heart back together, only for it to shatter again. 

He wondered how many times you can spin in the same circle, until growing too dizzy to do so any more. He wondered if that day would come, and if he could be the one standing there, ready to steady you until your world stopped spinning. 

“I love you.” You said softly, keeping your arms around Jimin. “I just want you to be happy… I was so scared, and I missed my Jimin.”

“I’m right here.” He said, pressing another kiss to your head as his heart broke. “I’m right here, honey. I’ll always be happy, because of you, ok? Nothing is ever going to change that. I’m your Jimin, forever. I love you.” 

“I hate to break up a sweet moment, Ms. Y/L/N,” Namjoon said, stepping towards the couple. “But we need to wrap up some loose ends, so that we can get Mr. Park set up for tomorrow.” 

“Ok.” You said, pulling away from Jimin. He grabbed your hand and smiled softly, pulling your hand up to his lips for a kiss. 

The four of you walked into the treatment center, with Namjoon, Jimin and yourself signing Jimin in and going over what will take place over the next ninety days. Jung Kook just stood behind and out of the way, watching the way Jimin kept your hand in his, or softly brushed  pieces of hair from your face, or snuck a quick kiss to your lips and cheek when he thought nobody saw. Jung Kook watched the way you folded so quickly under his touch, his kiss or a sweet look in his eye. 

In that moment, Jung Kook felt as though he were a college student again, watching you with another man, while he blended seamlessly into the background walls. 

The Law of Attraction: A Ski Trip and a Proposal (Interlude)

Interlude Summary: The night that Park Jimin proposed to Y/N. Part of 'The Law of Attraction' series.

Interlude Rating: M (18+) [Language, sex, mentions of depression, alcoholism]

Interlude Genre: Fluff, Smut

Characters/Pairings: Heir! Park Jimin x Reader

Interlude Word Count: 1.8k

Authors Note: I wanted to add this to the story, just a bonus scene of how Jimin proposed to Y/N. I may add more of these 'interludes' throughout the story. The next full chapter will be out tomorrow. x

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*Flashback*

Jimin hadn’t felt so genuinely happy in his life. 

The snow was coming down silently, in large flakes, piling into beautiful pillows of white just outside of the floor-to-ceilings in the living room of the large luxury cabin. Your families were together for the week, enjoying a ski trip. As the clock ticked towards 1 a.m. after a long day on the slopes, everyone had retreated to their rooms for the night, except for you and him. The two of you laid together on the beige sectional sofa, sprawled out underneath a blanket, so that you were curled up comfortably between his legs, with your head resting on his chest. The room was dimly lit, with only the warm fire burning bright, alongside the soft glow of the television playing a movie you had found to turn on. Jimin’s hand absentmindedly caressed you, occasionally sneaking under your sweater to rub circles directly onto the skin on your lower back. 

“Did you have a good day?” You asked him softly, careful not to wake your families up. 

“I did.” He responded, leaning down to place a kiss to the top of your head. “Did you, my love?” 

“Mhm.” You hummed. “It was really fun… I’m glad we planned this.” 

“Me too, honey.” Jimin smiled to himself knowingly, glad you couldn’t see the secret gleam in his eye. “I’m happy we’re here.” 

Jimin thought about the box, hidden in a small compartment in his luggage, carrying a striking Cartier engagement ring. Jimin always knew, on some level, that he wanted to ask you to marry him. Ever since the night he snuck you away from the charity event his father made him attend, listening to your sweet giggles under the beach moon light as he kissed you. It had taken his breath away, tasting your lips for the first time. His father scolded him so much that night, thinking he had snuck away to down a bottle or two. But after holding you, he wasn’t present enough to hear the anger. He just thought of you. 

Who knew that the girl he once played with back when the two of you were children, would grow up to be the woman he would care about so deeply? Jimin never believed in fate, per se, but that one kiss led to romance that felt so right, like it was always meant to happen. 

“I love you, honey..” He whispered, letting his lips linger on your hair. 

“I love you, too.” You whispered back, lifting your head up to meet his gaze. 

He learned down to press a soft kiss to your lips. As he deepened the kiss, his hands wandered down, under the blanket. He let his fingers run along the waistband of your soft pajama shorts, before sliding them in. You giggled into the kiss, amazed how your boyfriend’s touch was still able to make your blush. 

“Shhh, we can’t wake them up.”  Jimin smiled mischievously. His fingers found the lace of your panties and slid in, quickly finding just the right spot to gently circle with his thumb. “Honey, how are you already so wet?” 

“Jimin…” You whispered, your lips parted as you felt him between your thighs. 

“Hm?” He hummed. “We have to stay quiet, my love. Can you stay quiet for me?” 

You nodded, and rested your head back down on his chest, spreading your legs to grant him better access. The blanket covered his hands, one buried between your thighs, and the other under your sweater, touching your breasts.  

“So fucking beautiful.” He whispered in your ear. “My perfect girl, with such a wet and pretty pussy.”  

“W-want you.” You said, trying so hard to be quiet. “Please, Jimin.” 

“Ok, honey. Let’s get you to the bed, can’t take you here.”    

You laughed softly when Jimin quickly handled you so that you were wrapped around him, feeling his hard length pressed against you as he carried you to the bedroom, locking the door behind him. He wasted no time taking off your clothes as well as his own, and climbing on top of you under the warm covers of the bed. You had your hands in his hair and your legs thrown around him as he kissed your lips and neck, and fucked into you deep and slow, taking his time. He wanted to please you properly, and quietly moaned at how your body tightened around his achingly hard cock in return.  

When you both finished, Jimin held you close and let you drift asleep in his arms. You woke up snuggled in close, naked and spent as a reminder of the night before. You laid together for a few long moments in the morning, the morning sun making you look exceptionally gorgeous to him. It was that slow, winter morning under the sheets that he knew that the time was right; today, he would ask for your father’s blessing. 

That night, after dinner, Jimin saw his opportunity to speak to your father in the kitchen privately, while you were with the rest of your family and his stayed in the dining room, playing a board game at the table. While leaning against the kitchen counter and nervously playing with the sleeves of his sweater, Jimin told your father that he loves you, and promised him that he would always take care of you. Jimin’s father spent his life teaching his son how to negotiate business deals, but this was something else. Asking your father to approve of him, had him anxious in a way that no contract in the world could.  

“Anything she wants..” Jimin said, nervously playing with his sleeves. “I’ll do anything for her. I just want to make her happy. I love your daughter, sir.” 

“I don’t doubt any that.” Your father responded with a chuckle. “But can I ask you a more personal question, before I give you an answer?” 

“Anything.” Jimin said, his eyes wide. 

“You’ve always been a good kid. I remember you when you were little, coming over with your mother and playing with Y/N. But your father has told me about the trouble you’ve gotten into your last couple years of university.”

Jimin’s heart sank. He never once considered that your father might actually tell him no. 

“Have you been drinking recently? Partying?” 

“No, sir.” Jimin said, trying to keep his voice steady.  

“What about your friends? Do you still hang around that Kim Taehyung kid? Your father said he was a bad influence for you.”  

“No, sir. He graduated, and he didn’t stick around Busan after that.” Jimin explained. “Probably for the best, sir. For me, I mean.” 

“I think you’re right about that.” Your father said with a nod. “So, no drinking, no partying. You’ve been keeping your nose clean. That’s good. Have you gotten your degree?” 

“Yes, sir. International business and economics, and a minor in English. Honors, as well.” 

“That’s good to hear.” Your father smiled approvingly. “It seems like you’re ready to take over the business, with your father’s retirement coming up, and it seems like you’re cleaning your act up well.” 

“Yes, sir. I think…” Jimin paused, choosing his words carefully. “I think that being in love, and wanting to build a life with someone, will do that.” 

“Alright, I see you’re redirecting this back to her.” Your father chuckled. “Like I said, you’ve always been a good kid. We’ve all made mistakes, but you’re doing well, and Y/N is completely crazy for you. But I don’t have you tell you that, do I?” 

Jimin smiled and let out a laugh of his own, shaking his head ‘no.’ You loved him, just like he loved you. He knew it, as did your father, and everyone else. 

“As long as you can keep yourself out of trouble, and she’s happy, then I’m happy.” Your father said, extending his hand for Jimin to shake. 

“T-Thank you sir.” Jimin smiled bigger than he’s ever smiled before. “I’ll be so good to her, I… I want to do it tonight.” 

“Whenever you think it’s right.” Your father said. “You already had a ring and everything, huh? You must’ve known this was the trip.” 

“I didn’t know, but I had a good feeling.” Jimin responded, reaching into his pocket to pull out the ring box. 

“Well, what are you doing standing here and still talking to me?” Your father laughed, motioning towards the dining room where you sat. “Go get her.” 

A few hours later, when everyone was gathered in the living room, Jimin got everyone’s attention before holding your hand and bringing you in front of the fireplace, in front of your families. He got down on his knee, causing yourself and a few of your relatives to gasp in surprise. Your father and mother teared up, both of your aunts and uncles smiled sweetly, and Jimin’s father wore a proud expression on his face at the man his son was becoming. 

“Honey… I love you.”  Jimin started, looking up at you with a smile, seeing the way your eyes teared up. You covered your open mouth with your manicured hand, completely in a state of blissful surprise. “I love you more than I’ll ever be able to fully express, but I want to spend the rest of my life trying.. We’ve known each other since we were just kids, spending our summers playing in our parents’ backyards, and now, I see my future with you, spending my life making you laugh, and making you happy. I adore you, Y/N. You’re beautiful, kind, and the happiest part of my life. I want to spend the rest of my life loving you, if you’ll have me. Honey, will you marry me?” 

“…Y-Yes!” You cried, your hands shaking. “Oh my God, Jimin, yes! Of course.” 

Jimin immediately sprung up with a large smile, and pulled you in for a kiss, and held you close as you cried. 

“I promise, honey, I’ll be so good to you.” He whispered in your ear as he hugged you, only for you to hear. “I promise you, those things from my past, they’re gone. They'll never happen again. You make me want to be better, for us.” 

He pulled away and took your hand, sliding the ring onto your finger. It was striking; large and shining. Your mother and aunt walked over to see the ring, gushing over how beautiful it is, and how sweet Jimin was for his speech. Jimin walked over to his father, who put a strong hand on his shoulder, and looked at his son with pleased eyes. 

“You picked well. She’s a good one.” He said. “Good girl, good family. Don’t fuck it up.” 

“I won’t. I promise.” Jimin said, as sure of himself as he’s ever been. He knew he still had personal issues left to fight, but for you, he wanted to be better. 

Hi everyone! I just wanted to say thank you for all your nice comments, likes and reblogs for The Law of Attraction! I’m so happy y’all have been liking it so far!

I’m excited about what I’ve got coming up, and I’m hoping to have the next part up tomorrow! I wanted to put out a chapter today but I was too busy, so tomorrow it is.

Thank you!!

The Law of Attraction (Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader) [Part 5]

Story Synopsis: Throughout his life, Jung Kook has only ever loved one girl. Despite her being out of his league and of an elite class that he wasn't born into, he fell hard, keeping his feelings a closely guarded secret. When they parted ways, and Jung Kook pursued his law career, he did so with the intent of moving on. But when she unexpectedly arrives back into his life, Jung Kook finds himself once again face to face with his own insecurities, and the girl of his dreams.

Story Rating: M (18+) [Language, sex, depression, alcoholism]

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Characters/Pairings: Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader (feat. Jimin x Reader)

Chapter Word Count: 3.4k

Authors Note: A little bit of a longer chapter this time around, and I'm very excited to share this part with you. I also wanted to note that I have the next 2 parts in the works, and again, I wanted to thank you for reading my story!

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The basement is loud with the sound of drunken college students conversing over a pop playlist that played over a DIY speaker system. Boxed wine and cheap beer flowed freely, poured into disposable cups. One of those cups landed in Jung Kook’s hand, and he hoped it would give him the courage to say hello you. He stood against the wall, feeling completely invisible, seemingly blended into the background of grey cement. You, by contrast, were a social butterfly, amazing Jung Kook with how you were able to completely light up the room. 

You were sitting on empty table, denim shorts revealing your legs as the swung absentmindedly to the rhythm. A group of your closest girl friends surrounded you, and you sported a large, pearly white smile while you spoke to them. Jung Kook couldn’t hear you over the music and the other party goers, but he could tell just from watching how easily you drew people in. 

‘Just talk to her.’ He repeated to himself, taking more sips of his beer. ‘Just talk to her. Just do it. She’s nice, you know she won’t laugh at you. Just do it.” 

As though his feet had made a decision for him, he headed towards your little circle of friends. When he approached you, your attention turned to him, and your eyes lit up. 

“Jung Kook! I haven’t gotten to talk to you yet this semester, how are you?”  You greeted him. Your friends turned to him, smiled and some waved. “You guys, this is Jung Kook, we have a class together! He was in my history class last semester, too.” 

“Hi.” Jung Kook waved shyly, not used to being the center of attention. “I-I’m good, thanks.” 

With a sigh of relief that the hardest part is over, Jung Kook moved into the space your friends made for him, and attempted to melt into the conversation. He stuttered, unable to take his eyes off of you, but if anyone noticed, they said nothing about it. He desperately wanted to get you alone, away from the noise, but couldn’t quite find the right moment to steal you away from your friends. So he settled for watching your bright smile, sparkling eyes, and listening to your charismatic, sweet voice chat up your friends. 

But then,, Kai, the boy who had hurt you just a few months previously, moved in close to you, handing you another cup. Jung Kook detested the way you looked up at him, and the way all your friends fawned superficially over the two of you. Everyone, including Jung Kook, knew he was bad for you, but nobody wanted to say anything when you just looked so happy. He understood, because he never wanted to make you sad, either. 

It wasn’t long before Kai led you away from the party, to his parked car, to take you home for the night. You turned and waved at your friends, including Jung Kook, telling them to drive safe. Jung Kook went home right after, feeling sick to his stomach in sadness. 

Later that night, at Kai’s, you stepped out of his shower into the steamy bathroom. You feet hit the soft bathmat, and you tied your hair up into a towel before checking the multiple texts on your phone from your group of friends, sending pics of the night.You smiled at the girls, and rolled your eyes playfully at them. 

1:13 am - Jihyo: Y/N, that Jung Kook guy is soooo cute. He’s like a bunny lol 

1:14 am - Nayeon: I think he likes her??? He stared at her literally all night 

1:15 am - Jihyo: I’m so glad you noticed that too lol. I know you have a thing going on with Kai, but he told you he didn’t want anything serious, right? Idk, maybe you should ask Jung Kook out???

1:17 am - Nayeon: Yeah, and I doubt he’ll ever do it himself. He barely talked tonight? I guess he’s just shy. 

“Hey, are you alright?” Kai called from outside the bathroom. 

“Yeah, I’m fine! Sorry, my friends are texting me.” You responded, putting the phone down and finishing your night time routine. 

You met Kai in the bedroom, and he looked like a dream. Shirtless, sitting up in bed with the tv on, he smiled at you, and you wondered how badly it was going to hurt when you inevitably stopped coming over to see him. Logically, you know this was just casual, and that’s all it would ever be. But that night, you put your cares aside, as you dipped under the covers to take him between your lips, just the way you’ve learned that he likes. 

“Shit, Y/N…” He groaned, placing a firm hand on the top of your bobbing head. “Go a little deeper… Fuck, keep sucking my dick, baby… Just fucking like that…” 

He fell asleep shortly after finishing, leaving you feeling lonely and unsatisfied. You grabbed your phone as he slept, and re read your friends texts. Did Jung Kook have a crush on you? Maybe? You decided to ask him the next time you saw him in class. The worst he could say is no, right? 

But the question was never answered when, the next class period, the seat next to yours was empty. As was the day after, and the day after that. You asked around, only to find that Jung Kook had gone home excused for several weeks, apparently to spend time with family. 

The reason was only partially true. Jung Kook, after the passing of his father, made it a priority and a personal responsibility of his to take care of his mother. No matter how many times she told him to focus on his studies, supportive of his dreams to be an attorney, Jung Kook came home frequently to help her with house chores, cooking and anything else she wasn’t able to do on her own. 

As the pair were in the kitchen, Jung Kook’s hands full with a heavy pot of boiling water and sweet potato noodles, that he carried with an oven mitten on each hand, his mother asked him about his time at university. She sat at the kitchen counter, watching him work as they spoke. The question that always comes up, and that Jung Kook never knew how to answer, was when his mother politely and inevitably  asks, “Is there a special girl you’re seeing?” 

This time, Jung Kook chose to be honest with her. 

“There’s a special girl,” He replies, eyes focused on draining the boiling water into the kitchen sink, careful to keep the noodles in tact. “But I’m not seeing her.” 

“Ah, I see.” His mother nodded understandingly. “Does the special girl have a name?” 

“Yeah… Y/N.” He said with a small, growing smile, and his mother noted how his expression changed just at the mere mention of you. She knew immediately, without any doubt, that her son was absolutely taken with you. 

She smiled as she watched him run around the kitchen, placing the noodles back on the stove, then continuing to cook their family’s special japchae recipe for her. As content as she was with the man her son was becoming, being that he was smart, excelled in school, responsible and kind, she had always hoped he’d meet someone to make him happy. Jung Kook had spent so much of his life taking care of her, behaving just like his father, taking on the gentle protector and provider role. She hoped that he would meet a sweet girl who he could do that for, too. She knew her son too well, and recognized that he has so much more love to give. 

“She must be a great girl, to catch your attention.” She chuckled, and Jung Kook’s cheeks heated up in embarrassment. 

“Eomma, stop.” He whined like a child, causing her to laugh.

“I know it’s true, because you’re a good man, Jung Kook.” She said, watching as he tossed the noodles together with the mix of vegetables and sauce. “Just keep trying, and keep being good to her, like I know you already are. One of these days, I’m sure you’ll win her over.” 

“Thanks, Eomma.” He said quietly and shyly, ending the topic by handing her a beige-colored bowl of japchae. “I hope this tastes like Appa’s.” 

“Your cooking always does.” 

Beep. Beep. Beep. 

Beep. Beep. Beep. 

Jung Kook lifted his head from the pillow, and felt around in the dark for his ringing cellphone by his bedside. The clock said 5 a.m. on a Tuesday, several hours before his time to clock in to the firm, and Namjoon’s caller I.D. was bright on his phone screen. He answered the phone with a drowsy, “Hello?” 

“Hello. My apologies for waking you, I know it’s early, but we have a situation.” Namjoon said, his words spilling out quick and panicked.  “I know you’ve recused yourself from the Park case, but you’re the only one I could think of to call. I need you at the hotel he and Y/N are staying at, as soon as you can get here.” 

“Wait, what?” Jung Kook said, wiping sleep from his eyes. “What’s going on?” 

“I’ll explain when you get here, just please, be here soon, ok?” 

“Ok.” Jung Kook answered before hanging up the phone. 

He quickly threw together an outfit that was semi-professional, and did a quick brush of his teeth and hair, before grabbing his keys and phone, and bolting out the front door. Minutes felt like hours as he followed his map to the pinpointed location Namjoon had sent him. The city at this hour was strangely still and quiet, but his thoughts were anything but as he rushed through crosswalks and paced under street lights, thanking the universe for the lack of traffic at this time in the morning. His mind wandered, wondering what was going on, why he was called, and above everything else, are you ok? 

“Jung Kook! I’m so glad you’re here.” Namjoon called for him from across the street. Jung Kook looked both ways before he dashed across the road, meeting him in front of the hotel doors. “I’ll explain while we go up to their suite, come on.” 

Jung Kook matched his pace as they entered the building, quickly locating the elevator, and entering through its opened doors. 

“I called you because Y/N called me.” Namjoon explained, pressing the button for their floor. “You’re from Busan, how much do you know about Jimin? What have you heard?” 

“I uh, I knew his family name, like everyone does.” Jung Kook responded. “Honestly, I didn’t know anything about him until I met him.” 

“Ok, well let me fill you in quickly.” Namjoon said. The elevator dinged as it stopped, and the doors opened for the men to step  out and turn to the right, down the sleepy, luxurious hallway. “Rich kid heir, that much you know. He has a history of alcohol abuse that’s gotten him into some trouble, damaging his family’s reputation among other business leaders, because he’s the next in line to the company’s top position. His father told him not to get in any more trouble, or else he’d be cut off. Getting engaged to a good girl from a good family has been a great look for him. Changing from a party boy into a ‘husband-to-be’ does wonders for saving face.” 

“Ok…” Jung Kook said, listening intently.  

“It’s important to keep up that appearance. I’ve worked as the main attorney for the Park family for a long time now, and one thing to know about these wealthy families, is that while appearance is everything, it’s almost never true.” 

“Are you saying he doesn’t love her?” Jung Kook asked, his heart racing. 

“I’m not saying that. What I’m saying, is that it wasn’t enough to keep him away from the bottle. Y/N called me earlier, and she’s distraught. Something about a big fight, I couldn’t quite understand her over the phone. But it sounds like Jimin’s an absolute train wreck right now, and the last thing I need is for my high profile client and his fiancé to have a public blow out in a five star hotel, right before I'm about to argue that he can't be held liable for his bullshit.” 

“So why am I here?” 

“Personal back up.” Namjoon said, as they pause at the door. “It’s clear that she trusts you, so you’re on my DIY crisis team until we figure this out.” 

Namjoon knocked gently on the door, his demeanor changing from stern and focused, to delicate, matching the tone of the situation. Jung Kook could hear muffled cries behind the door, and all he wanted to do was to barge in, wrap you up in his arms, and take you as far away from this as he could. But he steadied his breath, needing to be a calm presence for you. 

“Y/N, are you ok?” Namjoon asked softly, moving his ear towards the door. “It’s Namjoon, and Jung Kook’s here, too.” 

“Y-Yeah.” You stuttered, a little hiccup to your voice. “O-One minute, please, Mr. Kim. I’ll be right there.” 

“We’ll be right here at the door, ok?” He said, a frown plastered on his face as he looked at Jung Kook, who seemed equally, if not more so, concerned. 

A few, long moments later, the two men heard the click of the lock, and then met the attention of the woman who was standing at the barely-opened door. You were dressed in a pink silk night gown, bare feet on the hardwood floors, and your hair was wet as you seemingly just exited the shower. But your face screamed that you were tired, like you hadn’t slept a wink before they arrived. Dark circles under your eyes, and dropping lids. Your skin dull, and cheeks red. 

“Y/N,” Jung Kook said, heart break evident in his voice. “Can we come in?” 

You nodded, and stepped to the side so they could enter. The luxury, executive suite had been turned upside down. Your clothes were scattered everywhere, across furniture and on the floor, mixed together with empty bottles of varieties of alcohol. As Namjoon walked through the suite, examining the damage, taking note of Jimin’s broken iPhone on the floor of the bedroom, Jung Kook made his way over to you. You slowly moved around the living room, attempting to clean up the mess. 

“I’m s-sorry, he’s not usually like this.” You explained in the smallest voice Jung Kook had ever heard. You collected garments from your wardrobe in your arms. “He’s always so sweet, y’know? He’s so good, he’s just dealing with stress and I…I..”

“Y/N.” Jung Kook cut you off from your rambling. Before even having time to realize what he was doing, his body took over to come in close to you and take your hand in his, making you drop your clothes to the floor. This was not how he wanted to hold your hand for the first time, but you needed someone there to steady you. “Come sit with me. Please.” 

You nodded, and followed him to the couch without letting go of his hand. Jung Kook, in that moment, felt like safety. He felt like a breath of fresh air, just as you were just about to suffocate. Your mind was quick to self-soothe, telling you, Jung Kook’s here. He’ll make it better. You weren’t sure why, chalking it up to a lack of sleep, but you truly believed that. He'll make it better.

“Will you tell me what happened?” Jung Kook asked, as delicately as he could. His thumb caressed your hand, trying to provide you with any comfort he could. 

“I… I wanted to leave.” You said quietly, looking down, unable to meet Jung Kook’s eyes. “He woke up, and-and started drinking again, and I….” You choked up, needing a moment, but tears were already flowing. “I love him, but I can’t watch him do this to himself. So I told him I was leaving, and he got so angry that he took the clothes that I was trying to pack, and threw them everywhere. Then I got upset, and I said I wanted to call Mr. Kim, b-because I knew he would help him. But Jimin didn’t like that, so he broke his phone...he threw it against the bedroom wall, t-to break it, to keep me from finding the number. But I was able to find Mr. Kim’s number anyways when Jimin fell asleep again. He’s just so tired, y’know? He just needs to rest, so he’ll be happy again, but I didn’t know what else to do, so I called…” 

“I’m glad you did.” Jung Kook said, his eyes locked on you. Listening to you try to take care of Jimin, despite how much he hurts you, shattered his heart. You deserve so much better than this, angel. Jung Kook thought to himself. “I- We, Mr. Kim and I, are always going to help you when you need us, ok? Never be afraid to call.” 

Namjoon stepped out of the bedroom, his jaw clenched in frustration, trying to keep his professional composure. 

“Mr. Park is asleep.” He said, his eyes glancing to the way Jung Kook held your hand, but seeing how you’ve settled, he decided against commenting. “Ms. Y/L/N, how are you?” 

“I’m ok.” You mumbled. “I told Jung Kook what happened… But, I called because I wanted to ask if you could help me, Mr. Kim.” 

“Yes, of course.” Namjoon said. “We’ll clean this up, don’t worry.”

"Thank you, but I actually needed help with something a bit more… legal?” You explained, and Jung Kook felt the way you gripped his hand, as though absentmindedly using him to support yourself. “Is there any possibility that we can defer Jimin’s court date, so that he can seek treatment?” 

“You’re asking that your fiancé spends some time in rehab?” Namjoon asks to confirm, and you nod. 

“I think it would be for the best. Last night was… scary, if I’m being honest with you, Mr. Kim.” You said, gripping Jung Kook’s hand once again. “He would never physically hurt me, please don’t misunderstand. I just haven’t seen him lose his temper like that, or drink in such an extreme way before. I don’t see how he can sit in a court room and properly handle himself right now.” 

“I suppose you’re right.” Namjoon sighed. “Ok, Ms. Y/L/N. Between us, I have some pull with this judge, as I’ve worked in his courtroom several times. I’ll make some calls, and see what I can do. But will you do something for me?” 

“What is it?” 

“I want you to separate from Jimin for a while. This isn’t legal advice, and please forgive me for stepping out of line into personal business, but I just… I’m worried about you.” 

“I am, too.” Jung Kook spoke up, earning a look from Namjoon.

“I’m not sure where I’d go…”  

“We can help you move to a different hotel for the time being.” Namjoon offered. “Something nice, so you’re able to have some space.” 

“I don’t know, Mr. Kim. I’d rather not be alone right now…” 

“Then stay with me.” 

You and Namjoon both set your attention on Jung Kook. The words slipped from his lips before he had time to catch them, and now they floated in the air, waiting for a response of any kind. 

“Mr. Jeon, I’m not sure that’s appropriate.” Namjoon said sternly. 

“I’m not involved in this case professionally.” Jung Kook pushed back, before turning his attention to you. “I’m here as a friend. Y/N, I have a guest room that… honestly, may not be as big as what you’d like, but you won’t have to be alone. Please, just let me do this for you.” 

Namjoon didn’t like the hopeful tone of his colleague’s voice, or the line this was potentially crossing, but with your reservations about being alone, and his worry over keeping you with Jimin, he wasn’t sure he had a better option. 

“Ok.” You responded, the small smile on your lips being the first you’ve had in many hours. “That sounds nice, Jung Kook. Thank you.” 

 “Any time.” He responded, sounding relieved. 

“Let me grab some of my things, and I’ll meet you at the door.” You said, grabbing a handful of clothes from the floor and going to the bedroom to grab your bag. 

Namjoon shot Jung Kook a knowing look from across the room, with eyebrows raised and arms crossed. 

“I’m trusting you.” Namjoon told him as soon as he knew you weren’t listening. “Don’t let that be a mistake by being a fucking idiot.” 

“I won’t.” Jung Kook said, sure of himself and of the situation. 

A few silent moments passed before you were standing at the door with a weekender bag in hand. Jung Kook gave Namjoon a nod as he got off the couch and walked over to you, taking your bag to carry for you, and opening the door for you to exit out of the hotel suite. 

The Law of Attraction (Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader) [Part 4]

Story Synopsis: Throughout his life, Jung Kook has only ever loved one girl. Despite her being out of his league and of an elite class that he wasn't born into, he fell hard, keeping his feelings a closely guarded secret. When they parted ways, and Jung Kook pursued his law career, he did so with the intent of moving on. But when she unexpectedly arrives back into his life, Jung Kook finds himself once again face to face with his own insecurities, and the girl of his dreams.

Story Rating: M (18+) [Language, sex, depression, alcoholism]

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Characters/Pairings: Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader (feat. Jimin x Reader)

Chapter Word Count: 2.9k

Authors Note: New chapter is up! I'm excited about this one, and I hope to have the next part up very soon. Again, thank you all so much for your kind messages and comments, and for just reading my story. I really appreciate it. I hope you like this new part!

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Jung Kook loathes dating apps. Almost no responses from the women he matches with, the endless swiping, and the few conversations he does have leading nowhere, make it an exhausting experience. He uses it like a game; just another mindless way to distract himself. But, deciding it was time to try to move on again, he finds himself on a Friday night dinner date with a woman, Katie, who actually said yes to meeting up at an upscale restaurant. 

She was attractive, he had to admit. Blonde, great smile, and evidently intelligent in the way that she spoke to him from across the table. At least, that’s what he gathered from the little bit he heard. She says works as an assistant curator at the Guggenheim Museum. Namjoon’s type, Jung Kook thought to himself.

The waiter brought bread and wine for the table, and Jung Kook thanked him before trying to listen to the woman in front of him. He felt terrible about this date already; he could tell he wasn’t ready, and it wasn’t right to waste her time. But they’re already here, seated at a table under the dimmed lights of a high class restaurant he wouldn’t usually dine at, so he may as well enjoy his overpriced meal. It would be rude to leave, anyways. 

But the exit looked more enticing when you walked through the crowded doorway, as though the universe were determined to punish Jung Kook for sins of a past life. He sat up straighter as he saw your figure trailing behind Jimin. You looked amazing, even from across the room, sporting a red dress that hugged your body in all the right places. Your hair was styled beautifully, and your heels elongated your legs in a way that he knew he could daydream about for weeks. 

Jimin walked in front of you, hand intertwined with yours, wearing a cream-colored satin button-down that he had tucked into a perfectly tailored pair of black slacks. He led you through the extensive line of people attempting to get in without a reservation, as though he personally owned the place. The hostess greeted him, and Jung Kook watched as Jimin flashed her a smile and said something briefly, only for her to nod and grab two menus, not checking the list of reservations for a name. A few in line could be seen rolling their eyes and grumbling about the two of you skipping the line and being seated right away, but Jimin paid them no mind as he walked with you to a table just within Jung Kook’s line of sight. The lawyer was thankful that neither of you noticed he was also there, and that his date didn’t seem to notice he was thoroughly distracted from her endless stories. 

He watched as Jimin pulled out your chair and helped you in, and leaned down to give you a soft peck on the lips before going to his seat. It had been years since Jung Kook has seen you kiss another man, and he forgot how much it hurt. Especially with the way you look at Jimin, as though he were the only person in the room. 

“… So our collections manager, David, was doing condition reports for the Yayoi Kusama piece, and he realized it had been slightly bent during shipping. It was a whole thing for like a week, just trying to get that figured out.” Katie said, oblivious to the state Jung Kook was in as she continued her work stories, and took a bite of her caesar salad. 

“I bet that was frustrating.” Jung Kook half-heartedly responded, his eyes continuing to glance over at your table. 

He saw Jimin reach into his pocket to pull our his iPhone, and flash you an apologetic smile. Your fiancé’s lips formed a quick “I’m so sorry, honey” before getting up from the table and taking the call outside, leaving you sitting alone. You sadly picked at your caprese salad meant for two with your fork, making Jung Kook frown. 

“It was super frustrating.” Katie laughed. “But, it’s solved now. What about your work? I’m sure you have lots of frustrating cases and clients.” 

“Yeah.” Jung Kook chuckled, before stabbing a piece of his tortellini with his fork. “You could definitely put it that way.” 

“Wanna talk about it?” She asked, reading the change in his mood. 

“I mean, I can’t really. Confidentiality, y'know.”

“Oh, right. Ok.” She responded awkwardly, taking another bite of her food. 

Jung Kook glanced outside, noticing Jimin running his fingers through his blonde locks and speaking animatedly in apparent growing frustration with whoever was on the other side of the call. He hung up seconds later, anger clearly painted on his face. Jimin went back to the table, bumping into people on his way back in, and you attempted to talk to him while he sat down, but Jung Kook couldn’t make out what you were saying from his distance. Jimin shook his head, not meeting your gaze, and got up once again moment later, but this time heading towards the restaurant’s bar. Your waiter came by right as Jimin left, and Jung Kook watched you flash him a sad yet dignified, rehearsed smile. It was one he’s seen before; you were trying to keep it together. 

“Are you alright?” Katies question broke through to him. 

“I’m alright. I’m sorry, I’ve just… Been distracted lately. Work stress, with my clients.” Jung Kook admitted. “I’m sorry if you’re not having a good night.” 

“No, please, it’s totally ok. I understand.” She said, her eyes somehow balancing both empathy and flirtation. “Do you wanna just get out of here?” 

He read between the lines and knew what she was really asking. Do you want to sleep with me tonight? He thought for a second, glancing over at you, sitting alone. What could he do? If he tried to talk to you, Jimin would have him fired from his firm without hesitation. Besides, he needed to move on. This wasn’t exactly that, per se, but maybe it could be a step. 

“Yeah.” Jung Kook said, nodding as though trying to convince himself of what he was agreeing to. “Yeah, let’s get out of here. I’ll grab the check. My place?” 

“Sounds great.” She said with a grin. 

He flagged down the waiter to ask for the check, ready to escape the restaurant, and his pained heart, even if just for the night. The pair got up from their table, and he sweetly held out his hand for her to take. As they began walking towards the front door to exit, Jung Kook’s eyes involuntarily looked over at you once last time. He immediately wished he hadn’t, when he noticed your gaze was already set on him. 

You gave him a half-smile, and a brief but polite wave. You noticed the gorgeous woman he was with, and the way their hands interlocked. I thought he said he wasn’t seeing anyone. You thought to yourself, and you wondered why there was a small, yet noticeable, pain in your chest. She’s really pretty.  

You chalked up the lingering sadness in your heart to being left alone by your fiancé, who was still seated at the bar, with several drinks too many in his system. Watching from your table, you noticed for the first time since being seated that it had started to rain. You watched as Jung Kook hailed a yellow cab, and opened the door for his date, ushering her in before following her into the back seat. 

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“God, it’s so good….” Katie groaned, grinding on Jung Kook’s length. He had his hands on her hips, trying to focus on anything that could bring him into the moment. Touching her clit, thrusting into her, watching the way her perky breasts bounced as she moved. She was attractive, and not bad in bed by any means, but Jung Kook just wasn’t there. 

His thoughts kept creeping back to you in the restaurant. How sad you looked, and how Jimin had left you alone to drink at the bar. It made him ache for you, but it also began to make him grow frustrated. It just wasn’t fair.  He never would’ve left you alone. He would’ve stayed with you all night, caressed the back of your hand as he held it, and told you a thousand times how beautiful you look. He would’ve pulled your chair close to his, so he could whisper sweet and dirty things into your ear, earning himself some of your sweet, shy giggles that he adores so much. He would’ve made you feel special and beautiful, because you are. He would’ve told you he loves you, because he does, he always has, and it’s clear to him that he always will. 

He would’ve taken you home, taken you to bed, and touched you in a tender way that made you feel sexy and wanted. He would’ve treated you right, for as long as you’d let him. 

Just thinking about what he would do to you, if only he could, had him groaning. He closed his eyes and pictured that she were you, clenching tightly around him. It would’ve brought him shame, if his conscious weren’t so clouded by a sweet, unattainable fantasy. 

“F-Fuck…” He groaned, biting his tongue just in time as he tried not to say your name. 

He could imagine your soft skin, and how he’d kiss every inch of your body. How he’d wrap his lips around your breasts, and take his time turning you on. He imagined that you are sensitive on your neck, and how he’d leave love marks on your skin, so everyone would finally know you were his and his only. Like righting a cosmic wrong, just as it always should've been. 

“Fuck, baby girl, this pussy is fucking incredible-” His voice was almost a growl. Repositioning Katie so she was bent over in front of him on her knees, her face buried in the pillow, he began his deep strokes and tightly held her hips. Her eyes rolled back and she moaned, not knowing where the sudden burst of passion was coming from, but not wanting to question it when it felt so good. 

His eyes shut once more, his lips parted and head thrown back, as he finally lost himself in pleasure. The key was you, just like it always is. He fantasized about taking you like this, his cock going places so deep, all you can think about was him. His pace picked up, and Katie cried loudly as she came. 

“Baby girl…. Fuck…. That’s my girl….So good to me…” Jung Kook groaned, picturing your face contorted in pleasure as he chased his own high. Katie probably thought the sweet nicknames and praises were for her, but Jung Kook had no capacity to feel bad. Not when a release was finally so close. 

With a few more sloppy thrusts, Jung Kook spills into his condom with a heavy moan. Sweat was beating down his golden-tone body and face, and he shook as he orgasmed hard. It was the most intense, pulsing orgasm he had in a very long time. His breath was heavy, and as he was coming down and back to reality, all he wanted was to hold you and pepper your exhausted, spent body with love, kissing any place where his touches were a little rough, and take care of his one and only love. 

But Katie wasn’t you. His love wasn’t actually here. You were somewhere with your fiancé, maybe even being touched and held by him the same way that Jung Kook holds you in his dreams. He looks down to see another woman, and his heart breaks again. 

“That was… wow.” Katie said in an amazed tone, just as Jung Kook slips out of her, allowing her to roll on her back. She yawned, and Jung Kook unfortunately knew she would want to stay the night. 

“Yeah… That was great.” He said, hoping his voice was at least somewhat convincing in agreeing with her sentiment. 

She fell asleep next to him shortly after, and Jung Kook stayed awake, despite his body being completely maxed out. He tried to move on, to distract himself from you once again, and it failed. He reflected on years of trying, including moving to a new country, a new city, a new job, a failed engagement and now laying in bed with a gorgeous woman who he just had sex with… and all he could think of, throughout this time, was you. 

All he ever wanted, was the beautiful girl who stole his heart on a college campus in Busan several years ago. 

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You stormed into the hotel room, your tears flooding down your face and your cheeks red and hot with frustration and sadness. Jimin, intoxicated to the point of no return, stumbled roughly in after you. His shirt unbuttoned and untucked, and his hair was a mess. During your ride back home, Jimin had attempted to pull you in, but in your disappointment and anger, you rejected him, leading to Jimin’s insecurities taking full control. If he were sober, he’d beat himself up internally, call himself every name in the book, and beg you for another chance. But after finding himself at the bottom of many drinks, all he could feel is pain. 

“H-Honey…” He called, sadness in his voice, as he used the wall to keep himself up. “Don’t be mad, my angel.” 

“Do not call me that. You fucking swore to me you wouldn’t do this anymore. I trusted you.” You cried, your tone wavering. “I’m so angry with you right now, Jimin. I can’t even look at you.” 

Jimin opened his mouth to answer, but he felt a sickness bubbling in his stomach. He pushed past you abruptly to find the bed, collapsing onto the mattress. His lips parted and let out a groan, feeling a burning in his body. 

“C’mere,” Jimin called for you, his eyes squeezed shut to block out any light. You stood there staring at the man you loved, your mascara running down your cheeks. “Let me… Please, let me hold you, ok? Want you… My pretty girl…” 

His voice drifted off and his words made you sob, covering your mouth to muffle the sound. This was a road you’ve been down before, and it always ended in heartbreak. Jimin called for you like this when he was spiraling. Even in his inebriated state, he reached for you, asking you to stay beside him. 

One thing always struck you hard in these moments, urging your heart to shatter; he asked to hold you. He never asked for you to hold him, to comfort him, to take away his pain. He always asked to hold you. Maybe it was because he was afraid that if he didn’t pull you close, you’d slip away. Maybe it was to keep you together, when watching him drink himself into oblivion was clearly breaking you. Or maybe it was to subconsciously shield you from the damage he was doing, like a scared child trying to protect his caretaker from danger. But what can you do when the person protecting you, is also the one doing the damage? 

“Jimin, I…” You began, your voice cracking. You didn’t know where to start, or even if he’d hear you. “I don’t know what to do anymore.” 

He didn’t answer. His chest was moving, an indication that he was breathing, but the Jimin you know and adore above anything else, clearly isn’t in the room. You keep talking, unsure of how much he actually hears. 

“You need help, my love. Help that I can’t give you. I love you so, so much.” You smiled to yourself, recalling a sweet memory. “Remember the night we saw each other at the charity event? It was the first time since we were kids. You made me laugh so much, baby, remember? We snuck off, ran away from the crowded building, and wandered off to the beach. Then we heard our fathers calling for us, and you kissed me by the ocean before taking me back. They were so mad at us, weren’t they?” 

You let out a sad chuckle at the memory, before your face dropped. You recounted how that moment, like so many with Jimin, were burning, bright red flags hidden so well by sweet words and soft kisses. 

“I didn’t know at the time why your father was so much more angry than mine, but now I know. He thought you had ran off to drink yourself sick again, didn’t he? He was so worried and scared, because he does love you, Jimin. I know you get upset with him, and I know what he said to you on the phone tonight wasn’t ok, but…” 

You paused when you heard a snore. Jimin was out for the night, passed out on the bed without taking off any of his clothes. You sighed, also feeling exhausted. Emotionally, mentally, spiritually. He was with you in the room, but you felt so alone. He heard none of what you said, and you were doubtful he’d remember anything in the morning. You wondered how many nights, conversations, fights and romantic moments together, were lost at the bottom of a bottle, just like this, over the time you’ve been with him.

You wanted to cry, but there were no tears left. It was just a deep, unyielding sadness. 

“You’re going to get better, baby.” You said, letting your words float in the air with no destination. “You have to be better… Because I’m scared of what happens if you don’t.”