I Just Read When She Loved Me.

I just read when she loved me.

You broke me. It's been a while since a story made me sob like this

Thank you🖤😪

[edit by author]: Hiii! So glad you liked! I am literally a grandmother I have no idea how to properly respond to submissions. But thank you so much for reading!!

What We Need

[Summary]: You and Jungkook are polar opposites. Except in the bedroom. You two agreed to just sex after breaking up, realizing that your personalities weren't working in the dating world. But the world has warned you that fuckbuddies never truly stay as fuckbuddies.

[Theme]: Non Idol AU, Ex's AU, Fuckbuddies AU, Enemies to Lovers(?) AU

[Rating]: 18+ for sexual themes and innuendoes. Spanking, marking, kissing, nasty time. Demon JK.

[Word Count]: 2,143

[A/N]: I am filthy, sorry ㅠㅠ.

This is a constant cycle.

You get horny. You text him. He comes over. He fucks your brains out. He leaves.

Or, vice versa.

This is something you both agreed on a while ago.

Dating didn’t work out for the two of you. You tried, but your personalities clash in the worst possible way. He’s too reactive — everything was either offensive or annoying to him. Especially when it came to jealousy. The man couldn’t stand just a look from another man in your direction. It blew all his fuses, and cut your own short just trying to understand him. On the other side, you hated talking about anything at all. Half of his reaction came from the fact that you couldn’t explain why you were angry about it. It left both of you frustrated. You felt he should have known without you having to explain the obvious, and he felt that his feelings and reactions were valid, even if it was over just a small issue.

Just about the only thing you both agreed on was sex. After you broke up, the two of you couldn’t deny that no one else matched up to the way you two fucked. You tried another partner, but he couldn’t give you the same satisfaction that Jungkook gave you. Apparently, Jungkook was in the same boat.

Putting all your hatred for the man beside you, there’s no denying how attracted you are to each other and how well you two click in the bedroom. That’s obvious now more than ever, in the depths of his sheets, with his mouth on your clit and your fingers tugging on his hair.

“Ffuckk,” you cry, pulling on his locks.

The man beneath you simply grips your hips tighter, digging his fingers into your skin. He’ll surely leave marks, and you smile knowing that he knew you’d like that.

Jungkook moans into your pussy, his tongue delving into you every so often before he swirls around your clit in the way you like. The hotness of his tongue fills you with a fuzzy warmth at the pit of your stomach with every movement, moan, and grip he enforces onto your body. He’s been at it for 10 minutes, eating you like you’re Thanksgiving dinner. There are juices dripping from his chin onto the hardwood floor, but he doesn’t care. He’s determined to make you reach another high. He’ll make it happen, and you know it.

You almost feel yourself there, and you try to pull his head away at the feeling. But he’s too strong for you; your efforts are completely fruitless against his torture.

“K-Kook,” you gasp, scared of the orgasm you feel looming over you. “T-too much.”

He simply shakes his head, knowing you can take it. He hums against you, adding two fingers into you, and curling them upwards into your g-spot while focusing all his tongue technology on your clit.

This seems to do it, and he moans into you when you cum for him, spilling out onto his fingers just the way he likes it. You cum saying his name over and over again, sending him into a praise-kink frenzy with the way you chant his name like it’s the only word you know.

Jungkook pulls away from you, and quickly takes off his black Calvins before he rests a knee on the bed. You shiver at the cold air hitting your pussy, a stark difference from the fire that his tongue played over your folds just moments ago.

“You good?” he asks, wiping your juices from his mouth with the back of his forearm. He pumps his dick for a second, feeling dominant knowing he got your body to look as fucked out as it looks below him.

You catch your breath for a few moments, placing your arm over your eyes as you pant into the air. You hear Jungkook laugh at you, and you almost say something before you hear him ripping open a condom and sliding it on.

You take your arm off your eyes, staring at him upsettingly.

“That’s my favorite part,” you frown, sad that he didn’t allow you to slide the condom on. Typically, you give him a good sloppy-toppy before you slide the condom on in return for eating you out to hell and back. So you feel a little confused as to why he wouldn’t want one this time.

In fact, this isn’t the first time he’s cut your time together a little shorter than it usually is. These days, he’s been leaving out an activity or two in your typical fuck schedule, cutting the time in half. You hate that it makes you feel scared. You’re not together anymore, and you shouldn’t be surprised that he probably has other dates and girls to fuck after this. You hate that you don’t like that idea.

“Sorry,” he laughs. “Do you want to?”

“Well,” you sigh, turning over onto your stomach. “I did, but let’s not waste a condom. It’s fine.”

Jungkook strokes his cock at the sight of you. This is his favorite position by far. Something about it makes him cum in seconds, and he doesn’t know why.

“Next time,” he promises.

But you roll your eyes, remembering that he had said that the last time he denied you.

“Sure,” you say dryly.

Jungkook slaps your ass hard, and you jolt, looking back at him with a furrow between your eyebrows. He does it again harder, and you gush out. Unwilling to give him the satisfaction of the fact that you liked it, you attempt to reprimand him, but he’s already slipping into you, giving you no time to adjust to his size and his speed. He pistons into you, gripping your waist hard and using it for support as he slams his hips against your ass.

“Hmm,” he whines between a thrust. You can imagine his face right now, tilting his head back at the feeling while his eyes shut in an attempt to control himself. “B-best pussy, ffuckk.”

You nearly scream into the mattress, trying to hold in your third orgasm for longer. He fits you like a puzzle when you’re like this. Dick perfect for you, and body so capable of giving you what you need. He’s brutal with you, and he knows every single one of your limits. He knows how you like it, and you know how he likes it. It’s perfect...just for now.

“K-Kook,” you mewl into the back of your palm. He grabs it, placing his palm over the back of your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. He does the same to the other one, trapping them against the sheets next to your head under his weight.

“God you’re so good,” he pants in your ear. “No one else, you hear me?”

You nod frantically, unable to produce a sound. His hair falls against your cheek, moving with his thrusts as he continues to fuck you to oblivion.

“You’re my slut, understand?” he grunts angrily, gripping your hands tighter. “No one else can fuck you like this. Only me.”

“Mmhm,” you whine, leaning your head back against his shoulder. You feel him almost kiss your neck, and you whine in disappointment when he doesn’t indulge in the opportunity.

“Fuck— say it Y/n,” he demands. He bites on your ear gently, waiting for a response. When you don’t answer, he pulls out without a warning.

“What the f—” you pout, feeling completely empty. You were almost there, and he took it away from you. These questions were typical of your fucking activities. So why he wasn’t satisfied by your answers this time leaves you unable to determine what to do next.

Looking back at him, you feel confused by his expression. But he doesn’t give you time to analyze it before he turns you over onto your back, pushing your legs up to your chest as he aligns himself up again.

“Jungkook, what are you doing?” you ask him. You two agreed not to do missionary anymore. It’s too personal for just fuck buddies. But you watch him break the rules right in front of you, and all you can do is question him, unable to find the will to stop him.

He slips into you slowly, causing you to gasp at the feeling you had forgotten this position gave you. You’re not the only one feeling the effects of it. The man before you begins to lose strength, resting his forearms on the sides of your head. He traps you with tattoos, piercings, and honey skin, leaving you to feel completely overwhelmed by the familiarity of the unfamiliarity you are experiencing with him right now.

“Say it, Y/n,” he bites on your neck.

Jungkook’s pace returns to what it was before. You find yourself grasping onto his back for support, digging your nails at the feeling that you missed so badly but couldn’t admit to him that you did.

“O-Only you, Koo,” you tilt your head back against his hand. You give him the answer he always asks for. “Only you can make me feel this w-way.”

But something in Jungkook isn’t satisfied. He suddenly gains strength again and hikes your legs over his shoulders.

“G-god,” he rolls his eyes back for a second at the feeling before looking down at you. You’re so blissed out, so satisfied and fucked to the core. He feels himself hit your cervix, prompting him to go faster and deeper than he has in months. The feeling causes you to cry from the pleasure, feeling so overwhelmed and confused by the man above you. But he doesn’t stop. In the next few moments, he sears his lips onto yours, kissing you hotly and passionately — another rule broken. Despite the forbidden, you can’t help but embrace him. Jungkook’s a good kisser, but on top of that, you really missed this with him.

You slide your hands around his neck, holding him against your lips, refusing to let him go. He’s sloppy and wet, but you don’t care. Not when it feels so good to be kissed by him again.

Jungkook feels his dick twitch harshly when you whisper his name against his lips, biting at his bottom lip a little. Kissing you sent him into a high before, but kissing you now? He forgot what it felt like, and his balls tighten just from the thought itself.

“M’ gonna cum,” he groans, head falling into your neck heavily.

“Me too,” you admit. You clutch onto him, gasping as one hand sends red streaks down his back, and the other tugs on his hair like he’s some rag doll.

You tighten around him so tightly when he begins to move faster, causing him to falter in his rhythm a little.

“S-So, tight, Y/n,” he moans. His dick twitches inside of you as you cum on his cock, forcing him to follow in his own streaks of white paint. “Fuckk,” he curses into your skin.

He rides out both of your highs, too blissed out to tell how long it’s been since the two of you came, too overwhelmed to stop.

It’s not until you push on his shoulders that he finally snaps out of it.

The two of you look at each other for a long while, ignoring his dick slowly going flaccid, and the whole area down there growing cold from the lack of friction. For a while, you watch his pupils grow to the size of nickles as he looks into your eyes. He presses his palm against your cheek, and you lean against it out of pure habit.

The action causes him to scrunch his nose in laughter. You can’t help but follow after him. You laugh with him, feeling relief that the laughter you share is both of your realizations that things can't continue like this anymore. Not when it felt too good to break the rules. Not when you realize that maybe the rules need to be broken to start something new...again.

He begins to die down his laughter for a second, still smiling, but this time not showing his teeth.

“Y-You wanna try this again?” he asks first. “I’m willing to put in the work we need.”

“If you’re willing, I’m willing,” you brush the hair out of his face.

He kisses you again, softly this time. It’s real, and it feels different from all the times he’s kissed you before. There’s truth in his words. You feel that he’s already changed already, and it inspires you to change as well. For you and for him so that the two of you can work as a couple again.

“We’re so stupid,” he laughs again, brushing his nose against yours.

“We are,” you admit with a smile.

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]

I'm biting my fists

Big fan of your work! Since requests are open I was wondering if you may do a jk smut “holy sh*t i think you got ME pregnant” riding and complete  eagerness for jk 🫣

[Summary]: Jungkook is a little too obsessed with the idea of making you his. About making you both his wife and the mother of his kids.

[Theme]: Non-Idol AU (or Idol AU, however, you see it), Established Relationship AU, Pre-Fiances(?) AU

[Rating]: 18+ literally just sex, oral (m receiving), doggy, spitting, choking, ass slapping, hair grabbing, creampie, cockwarming, impreg kink, dom jk, sub reader, literally just vile I'm sorry

[Word Count]: 2,016

[A/N]: This literally took me almost 4 months, I apologize deeply. I also wrote it and then reread your ask and realized I didn't really follow it too much ㅠㅠ I am sorry I hope you still like it. My mind just went "woo-woo sex!!"

Your boyfriend is a big brat. Sometimes, even a bigger brat than you.

This all started because he was being a big cunt driving you home from your date. He took you out to a fancy restaurant for your 3-year anniversary, but for some reason, he was being a complete prick all the way home. Something about how you looked at the waiter a certain way and he didn’t like it.

So now here you are, your silk dress thrown somewhere on his bedroom floor, and your panties ripped down the middle. He’s naked and rock-hard in front of you, looking down at you on display on his sheets.

“You think it’s funny, huh?” your boyfriend smirks, his tongue coming out to lick at his lip piercing.

“I mean, yeah, a little,” you laugh. He’s so pent up, so overworked over nothing. You literally want to marry this man — he has nothing to worry about. It’s funny, but you’re also extremely turned on. Jungkook mad and jealous, is a huge, dangerous combination you can’t help but bend at the knees over in the bedroom.

His eyebrows knit together angrily as he pushes your legs up, his cold fingers sliding up your folds.

“A-ah,” you gasp, wiping the laugh off your face. His long fingers play with you, sliding and circling your juices between your folds.

“Not so funny now, is it?” he chuckles. He inserts a finger into you, and you grab onto his wrist in a useless attempt to calm him down for a moment. But he takes your wrist on his own, pinning it against the bedsheets next to your head. “Am I a joke, hm?” he whispers against your neck. “You think it’s funny to look at other men when I take you out?”

“N-No, Kook,” you swear. “I only look at you.”

“Damn right you do,” he bites your neck harshly, causing you to arch your back into his chest. You know for a fact you’re going to be purple and blue tomorrow. “You’ve got a smart mouth, Y/n,” he smiles against your ear. “Let me fix it for you.”

“K-Kook,” you whine, knowing where this is going.

“Get up,” he demands. You feel your pussy tremble at the look in his eyes. He’s going to torture the shit out of you, and you couldn’t be more excited and scared at the same time.

Your boyfriend sits down at the edge of his bed, spreading his legs and pointing to the space on the ground in between them for you. You fall onto your knees, sliding your hands up his thighs until they’re inches from his swollen cock. He’s so hard — it almost looks painful. But he looks down at you with hooded eyes, smiling devilishly at the events to come.

“Suck it,” he demands. And you do.

With your small hands wrapped around his cock, you give him a test pump before licking a long stripe from base to tip. The sensation has his head falling back, and you feel yourself dripping onto the floor at the sight of his Adam's apple bobbing from pleasure. You put him into your mouth, your tongue flattening against his frenulum so deliciously, that he grabs your hair in his fist and pushes you down further. The action causes you to gag, not ready for the sudden change in pace. But you accept it graciously, adjusting to his length in your mouth as you move with the pace his hand on your hair sets for you.

It’s always hard to adjust to him. You hate to admit it, but your big-brat boyfriend has a big-brat cock. You don’t think in the three years you’ve dated him you’ve been able to call yourself “used” to his size. But he likes it rough. He warned you when you said you didn’t like rough sex all those years ago that he’d change your mind. And boy, has he. You’re an absolute slut for this man, and he gets a tiny ego boost every time you submit yourself to him like this.

“That’s it, baby,” he coaxes you.

You bob your head onto him, looking up at him with your full mouth, eyes watery and big. He almost cums at the sight, pushing you off for a moment to compose himself.

You come off with a pop, a messy line of spit connecting your mouth to his dick.

He grabs your jaw with his palm, his thumb jutting into your mouth. You take his thumb in your hand, enclosing it around your lips and sucking on it just as you sucked his dick.

“Open,” he demands again. You do, opening your mouth and pushing your tongue out. Your boyfriend leans forward, taking your chin in his fingertips, and spits into your mouth. You smile, giggling with a mouth full of his spit when he slightly sits back, looking at all of you. He was about to say something, but you lean into him, taking his dick into your mouth again and sucking him harder and faster.

“A-ah-Y/n,” he moans quietly, although his grip on your hair returns harshly. “Ffuckkk—hah.”

He nearly laughs at the pleasure; you’re so perfect for him it’s funny. You know every single one of his pleasures, and he knows you do when you begin to play with the skin between his balls and cock as you fuck him with your mouth. The sensation has him pulling you off his cock again for good, himself on the edge of release.

“Get on the bed,” he pants.

“How?” you ask, resting your hands on his thighs. He leans forward again, but this time his hand comes around your neck, choking you a little more harshly than you expected. Your eyes search for him, completely lust-filled and intense.

“How I like you best,” he whispers against your lips. You lean in to kiss him, but he pulls away, teasing you in the most evil way possible.

You pout, but get up on your feet and lay down front-first against the sheets. You feel him come up behind you, touching the back of your thighs softly, gliding his hands up your skin until they meet the round of your ass. You listen to him moan softly as he spreads them apart, taking a good look at your swollen, dripping cunt.

“God, you’re so wet,” he nearly whines. “You gonna let me knock you up, sweetheart?”

“Mmhm,” you whine. The anticipation of his cock inside of you is getting too intense, and you wiggle your ass at him in an attempt to get him to get a move on. But he only slaps your ass hard, surely leaving a handprint. You gasp sharply, toes curling at the surprise.

“Fuck, I want to put a baby in you so bad,” he slaps your ass again. “Wanna show everyone how swollen I’ve made you. That you’re carrying my baby because you’re my girl.”

“J-Jungkook,” you gasp as he lands a third harsh slap on your ass. You almost feel like you might cum — he’s always hinted at wanting kids with you, but hasn’t really brought it to the bedroom. It’s hot, to say the very least. That, and the combination of his big hand slapping your ass.

“No one would question you’re mine,” he grabs your hips, pulling them up into the air where he situates the tip of his dick against your cunt. “You’d be too busy having my babies to give anyone else a glance other than me.”

You open your mouth to say something, but he’s already pushing inside of you, stretching you so well like how he always does. You fold your arms in the space above your head, arching your back into him as he slowly bottoms out. This position always allows his cock to kiss your cervix so delicately, you squirm knowing he’s going to pump you so good once he’s finished.

“Fuck,” he spits, panting at the sheer feeling of your walls around him. “Y-You good?”

You just moan against his pillows, nodding your head as you push your hips back, slipping further into him than you were before. Jungkook grabs your hips tightly, pressing his fingertips harshly into your skin as he pulls out and slams back in with force. You moan loudly into the fabric, but Jungkook pays you no mind, pushing your head further into the sheets as he fucks you like a demon.

His hips slap against yours, and you find yourself coming undone within minutes of his torture on you. The man behind you only laughs, his thrusts becoming harder, trying to push past the absolute grip you have on his cock from your orgasm.

“God, you’re so tight,” he groans, head lulling back in disbelief. “You’re all mine,” he grabs your ass harshly before landing another slap onto it. “Say it, Y/n. Say you’re mine. Say you belong to me.”

“Koo,” you tremble, completely overstimulated from your orgasm.

“Dammit,” he grips your hair in his fist, forcing you to look up. His body looms over yours, his breath tickling your ear as he demands again, “Say it.”

“I’m yours, Koo,” you whine. “I’m all yours; only yours.”

He grunts in your ear at your words, dick slightly twitching inside of you. The way you say his name sounds so sweet. He never wants to hear his name from another pair of lips. It only sounds right when it’s coming from you. The thought of you being his forever, of the diamond ring sitting in the top drawer of his closet wardrobe, looms over him. God, he can’t wait. He’s so eager and so very impatient. He wants you, he wants you as his — as his wife and the mother of his children — so badly, he can almost taste it. He wants to be your husband already.

“Fuck, dammit,” he curses, head resting against the back of your shoulder. He still fucks into you, hips unrelenting and only quickening with the orgasm he denied of himself just a while ago while you were sucking him off looming over his head. “M’ gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, baby,” you permit him. Your voice sounds like honey in his ears, and you find yourself cumming for a second time when his thick, hot ropes spill into you. It’s so much — his sweet voice filling your ear as pleasure takes over his body, the way his cum pumps into you filling you with so much of him you feel so full and used.

“A-ah, Y/n,” he says softly, kissing your shoulder with wet, soft kisses. “Fuck, you’re so good to me.”

“I love you,” you respond as your knees give out on you. He simply falls on top of you, letting you lie down with his cock buried deep inside of you. He plugs you up, even though he’s softening slowly by the minute.

“I love you, too,” he smiles.

“I think you might have gotten me pregnant,” you slightly turn your head toward him. Your boyfriend comes up to you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I guess we’ll find out,” he smiles gently.

“You’re fine with that?” you ask him, a little surprised.

“Yeah,” he hides his face in the crook of your neck. “I want like…an entire army of children with you, so I’m completely fine with that idea.”

“I’m not having more than two kids,” you scoff.

He simply looks at you with his bunny eyes, feeling embarrassed by his eagerness.

“Maybe three, but that is pushing it,” you change your mind. Fuck, this man has you wrapped around his finger.

“Regardless, I’m gonna make you mine,” he says surely, turning you on his back.

“I am yours,” you confirm as you push the hair out of his face.

“Officially,” he corrects you.

You don’t even have to ask what he means by that when he stares at your ring finger gently before kissing you into the pillows, the hand on your waist slowly tracing circles on your lower stomach with his thumb.

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]

hi! could pls write about JK being all after you and you "don't care" like in the Seven MV, but you end up together?

[Summary]: Jungkook has been pining after you for ages. You find denying him fun, in a way. But when he proposes the truth as to why he wants you so bad, you begin to see yourself fold.

[Theme]: Non-Idol AU (or Idol AU, however, you see it), Somewhat Fuckboy JK, Desperate JK, Library-worker Y/N

[Rating]: 18+ for sexual innuendoes. (no actual sex though, sorry guys)

[Word Count]: 1,943

[A/N]: I am so sorry this took me so long. I honestly have so many requests rn, I am somewhat downing. Here is this, though! Hope you enjoy!

“I don’t give a fuck, Jungkook,” you roll your eyes, clicking away on the crappy keyboard of the library’s computer. The system is slow, and it somehow pisses you off even more than the brooding man on the other side of the desk.

“‘You don’t give a fuck?’” he restates your question in shock. He scoffs into the air of the library, and you almost tell him to shut up out of the sheer force of it. “I bought you 7 pounds of roses. In your favorite color, by the way. Do you know how hard it is to find lavender colored roses in that quantity?”

“That’s not the point, Kook,” you take your glasses off. You really don’t have time to deal with his propositions as to why you should go out with him right now. This has been a whole month struggle. If you really want to get to the nitty-gritty of the situation, technically, this has been going on for about a year now. It’s only gotten this bad since about four weeks ago.

Jungkook has been after your ass since you started coming to his apartment to hang out with your best friend, who was dating his roommate. Your best friend, Saeyeon, was always over at the apartment to be with Taehyung. And at one point, she invited you over to see if you’d get along with the other 3 boys who lived here. She saw a potential in Hoseok for you, and you started to realize she was right when you saw that the guy couldn’t keep you from laughing every minute you were over there. Hoseok was your type to a T. Funny, understanding, hard-working, and handsome. But every time you were over there, there was this agitating, grating voice from the corner of the room.

Jungkook intervened in every attempt you tried to make on Hoseok. Eventually, you got so fed up, that you stopped showing up to the apartment at all.

“What’s the point then, Y/n?” he laughs in disbelief.

You look at him menacingly, rolling your eyes again after a while. Honestly, you have no idea what the point is. After his attempts to get you the fuck off of Hoseok, the guy couldn’t stop explaining why he was a better choice; why you should date him and not his roommate. The sheer honesty and willingness to fuck up his friend’s chance at dating you pissed you off, even if he were to later explain to you that Hoseok was as gay as they come. What made you more turned off was his audacity when he said he could fuck you anytime you wanted, at any given moment, all day every day, every-day-a-week. You were shocked, completely turning yourself away from the possibility of even considering going out with him after that. Even if you thought about the possibility every time you went home.

You thought that after a rejection or two, he would lay off. But he found out where you worked, where you did your laundry, where you took your walks, and where you went to have fun. There was no avoiding him. The guy had ambition like steel, and hasn’t given up his efforts in asking you for just one date since then.

“So there is no point,” he smiles, leaning his hands on the counter.

You look at the clock, reading 5:00pm, when you are supposed to clock-out. You sigh in relief, grabbing the hand-held kiosk and punching in your numbers. A part of you wants to roll your eyes again, knowing Jungkook came here purposely at the time you get off to try and hang out with you after you got off of work. “Hang out”, as in persuade you to date him.

“The point is that I’m not going out with you,” you state for what feels like the millionth time since last year. “All you want is a sleazy slut in your sheets. And you’ve got the wrong girl for that.”

You make your way around the counter, opening the half door to let you out of the office-circle in the help-desk section of the library.

“Woah, hey,” he chases after you as you walk in the opposite direction. “I didn’t say that. I said I could fuck you like a sleazy slut if you wanted me to. Only by your word, that is. We can do it vanilla, or if you like—I don’t know—role-play, we could do that, too.”

“Jungkook,” you pinch your eyebrows together with your fingers.

You watch him give you that typical fuck boy smirk, showing you the glory of his lip piercings on full display.

“Okay,” he laughs at your expression. “In all seriousness. One date—just one. That’s all I ask. No sex, no nothing. The sex is nearly a bonus—one of my many talents. But genuinely, I just want one date. Officially. To get to know you more than the fact that you love denying great opportunities when they’re given to you on a golden platter.”

“A golden platter,” you scoff.

“If you don’t like it, then we can stop there,” he gulps. “But genuinely, just give me a chance.”

Someone in the library shushes the two of you, and you feel heat rush to your cheeks out of embarrassment of getting scolded at at your own workplace. You start to walk out again, hating that you smile when you hear his footsteps following behind you.

“So?” he calls your name louder once the two of you are out in the parking lot.

“Why do you want me so bad?” you laugh at the situation. He catches up to you, walking beside you as you find your car.

You’re really not the biggest catch. You’re a total nerd and you don’t really party or drink. Sure, you like sex, but only with people you’ve actually been able to call your boyfriend. You work in a library instead of using your degree you just finished to get a job in the field you studied for. You’re a mess, but yet somehow an attractive, pinned after, biggest-fuck-boy-in-the-world wants a date with you, amongst other hidden innuendos. It really doesn’t make sense to you, and you think this is one of the reasons why you’ve been so strict on saying no. It simply doesn’t make sense.

“Dunno,” he shrugs. “You keep me on my toes. I like it.”

“So I’m a game,” you raise your eyebrow, leaning against your car when you find it.

“In a way,” he admits. “I want to win. I like you.”

“So then me agreeing to the date is you winning? You just gave your opponent the key to make you lose,” you laugh.

“No, the way to win is you liking me back,” he says.

He moves closer to you, somewhat trapping you against your car.

“So then what happens when I like you?” you propose. “Is the game over?”

“That game is, yes,” he says. The tip of his sneakers touch yours, and you begin to feel a little nervous, crossing your hands over your chest. “But then a new one starts.”

“And what’s that game?” you ask. The closer he gets to you, the quieter your voice gets.

“You date me. As in actually date me. Not just a date here and a date there. As in you date me as my girlfriend,” he smiles. “And then you fall in love with me, and then we get married and have 5 kids and a dog or two.”

You genuinely laugh at that, and he does a little, too. Although, there’s still a hint of seriousness in his voice that causes you to stop laughing for longer than you wanted to.

“The game doesn’t end, Y/n,” he smiles. “That’s why I say you keep me on my toes; why I say I like you. There’s always going to be another goal to work towards with you.”

You have to look away from him at that. The blush on your cheeks radiates, and you hate that your heart beats out of your chest from his confession. You’re supposed to say no. You’re supposed to never back down against him. For the longest time, you wanted him to lose, assuming that he was the type to get anything he wanted. You wanted to be the one he couldn’t have. But the longer you reject him, the more you find yourself wanting him just as bad.

“Is this what you say to every girl?” you look up at him.

“Just you,” he tucks your hair behind your ear with tatted fingers and rough skin. “Rejection doesn’t feel good. I’ve never been rejected so many times,” he laughs. “You scare me. I like it though.”

“You’re scared I’ll reject you?” you ask.

“You’ve been rejecting me already,” he reminds you. “But…yes. It’s a 90% possibility.”

You pause, looking past him and into the sky. The sun is setting, and it casts a honey glow over his skin. He’s attractive—that you cannot deny. He’s also ambitious as hell. At first, it annoyed you, but now you realize that it’s actually quite admirable that he’s been so consistent with you since last year. You don’t know if he’s been dating people during the time that he hasn’t been stalking you at the laundromat every Saturday at 3pm. But you’d like to think that even if he did, the fact that he’s remembered and made an effort proves that he still wants you in the end.

You don’t know what to think. But you figure that you really cannot know until you get to know who he is past that ambitious and attractive side of him.

“One date,” you agree, holding up your finger. “One. And if I hate it, then you have to promise to leave me alone. No more showing up at my work, or on my afternoon walks, or a—”

“I promise,” he says so quickly, you almost didn’t know if he was speaking the same language. “I promise—holy shit for real?”

He holds your waist in his palms tightly, and you feel strange when you realize that it feels like second nature to you. In a way, you feel like his hands on you feel right. You look down at them, and he takes them off of you, apologizing. You want to put them back on you, but you hold back.

“Does Friday work?” he asks you quickly again. You laugh at his excitement, feeling somewhat good at giving him what he wants. It felt good before to tell him no, but you realize now that this look on his face is worth more than seeing him disappointed because of your denial.

You nod as you laugh at him.

“Get out of here,” you push his shoulder playfully. “I’ll see you on Friday.”

You watch him nod, turning away. You do the same, unlocking your car before you hear his footsteps stop.

“Oh, and Y/n?” he calls out your name.

“Yeah?” you look at him.

“I meant what I said,” he continues.

He smiles when you look confusingly at him, not remembering which words he is referring to.

“The ultimate goal is for you to be with me. But I do come with all that extra stuff,” he smiles. “You know—the every-day-a-week promise I made to you a while ago.”

You roll your eyes, opening your car door. All this time, you had been saying that Jungkook’s sexual side was the biggest turn off of them all. But as you slide into your car, you shock yourself by your next words.

“I look forward to it.”

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]

Yes you have to be regular with it. But mostly where i live fresh beetroots are only in winters so i try to drink it as much as i can. Half the beetroot makes a 1/4th cup and that was enough for me. But you can also stop if it makes you nauseous or something.

Hmmmm, I'll have to see when they're fresh where I live. Although I'm always moving around, so it might be a jumbled effort. Thank you, though, anon!! Will give it a try!