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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

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!

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.

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!

Taglist: @cassies-cookies @khadeeeeej @kooklovee @lallataegi @11thenightwemet11

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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.”  

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!

Taglist: @cassies-cookies @khadeeeeej @kooklovee @lallataegi @whoa-jo @11thenightwemet11

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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.