As Per Usual, This Story Is Destroying Me.

As per usual, this story is destroying me. 🤷‍♀️😆

Team Bambi here! And I’m ready for my man to totally obliterate Jin. Sorry not sorry. Also, how can he be so cute and sweet in this chapter and so domestic (ie taking care of the glass in her heal and being so gentle with her) and yet be such a MAN and a total smoke show at the same time (ie THE SMIRKtm, HIM CARRYING HER TO HER ROOM, BEING A TOTAL SEXY MAN MAN CHECKING ON HER AND WORRYING FOR HER WELL BEING AND SAYINGN HES COMPETITIVE AND WILL GIVE JIN A FIGHT) all in the same chapter?

I’m not ok.

Paradise | JJK - Five

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, neighbors to lovers (not quite friends but not quite strangers), slow burn, Stripper!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, kissing, very brief mention of blood, yet another ridiculous romcom trope found its way into a chapter, a little discussion about feelings (yuck)

Word Count: 5.7k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: That sexy man on stage - the one currently giving your friend the lap dance of her LIFE - is your super shy neighbor, Jeon Jungkook?!

A/N: I really cannot thank y'all enough for all the love, so I'll just keep saying it - thank you!! 💕 I remember when, after the first or second chapter, someone asked how long this series would be and I said probably not more than five chapters - welp, so much for that! Unbeta’d as usual. Please let me know what you think, I’d love to hear from you! Taglist is open.

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“Well, he seems nice.” Jin’s voice cut through the uneasy silence in the hallway. At least, it felt uneasy to you. Judging from the smirk on Jin’s face, he was more amused than unnerved by Jungkook’s reaction.

“He’s really nice, actually,” you replied, tearing your gaze away from Jungkook’s closed door. “Just keeps to himself a bit.” A lot.

Jin’s phone buzzed in his pocket, still silenced from when he’d flipped it earlier, and he sighed. “That would be my ‘move your ass’ call from my manager. He’s very helpful like that.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m not sure what next weekend looks like yet, so I’ll give you a call about dinner at my place, okay?”

You nodded. “Okay. Good night, Jin.” “Good night.” With a feather-light kiss to your cheek, he strolled away, leaving you alone at your door, once again staring at the space where Jungkook had been standing mere moments earlier.

For one brief minute, you considered knocking on his door. You couldn’t shake the expression on his face when he’d seen you and Jin. By now, you were more than accustomed to his wide-eyed stare, but this time it felt different, and you weren’t sure why.

Or maybe you were imagining things. It had been an insane weekend, after all. Had it really only been two days since you’d been drunk on your date at Dionysus? Seemed like ages ago.

A good night’s sleep would clear your head right up.

With one last glance, you went inside your apartment, the sound of your door swinging shut echoing through the empty hall.

**********

Monday morning dragged. Like swimming in molasses. Like a sloth and a turtle playing chess. Like standing in line at the DMV.

It was really, really slow.

By midday, it seemed like it should be Wednesday already, at least. Closing your laptop, you decided to pop down to the noodle bar on your block and grab something to eat. In the hopes that some fresh air would revive you a little, you snagged a seat on the patio out back and whipped out your phone while you waited for your food.

You spent your lunch hour texting the group chat, filling them in on the whirlwind events of your weekend. Jisoo was elated to hear about your fingerbang adventures with Jungkook while Jennie, already aware of the salacious details of your Saturday night, acted like your movie date with Jin was her own personal romcom, bombarding you with giggly emojis. Meanwhile, Rosé and Leslie decided to place a wager on which guy you were going to end up with, despite your protests that a) they weren’t competing since you weren’t actually dating Jungkook and b) it was beyond presumptuous to think you might end up with either. Naturally, your friends ignored you. Rosé proclaimed herself Team Bambi while Leslie declared she was Team Worldwide Handsome all the way.

Such supportive assholes you’d surrounded yourself with. You wouldn’t trade them for the world.

Unfortunately, that hour did not unwind slowly, but flew by, a direct contrast to your morning.

Stopping at the mailboxes, you saw Jungkook standing at his box, head bent as he sorted through his mail.

Your stomach did a little flip as you vividly recalled what had happened between the two of you on Saturday. Honestly, you hadn’t stopped imagining it ever since, falling into a reverie every time something reminded you of your neighbor. Just the memory was enough to make your pulse race, as it did now as you peered at Jungkook. His mouth pursed as he read through a flyer and you flushed, remembering how his soft lips had felt pressed against yours.

You cleared your throat, trying to clear your thoughts as you approached. “Hey, Jungkook.”

He glanced up, large eyes blinking at you before he went back to the stack of envelopes in his hand.

Not exactly the greeting you were expecting.

A minute passed. You stared into your mailbox, which was empty for once, as a strange sense of déjà vu settled over you.

Another uneasy silence. They seemed to be unavoidable.

You tapped your fingers against the door of your mailbox, unsure what to say, finally settling on, “I hope I didn’t make you too late for work the other night.”

“Nope.” He shuffled his mail.

“Ah. That’s good. I was worried for a minute.”

No response. It was so quiet that you could hear the delicate jingling of the chains hanging from his ears as shifted from one foot to another.

It was like you’d gone back in time. Stepped through some unseen portal and ended up in the past. Back to when Jungkook was a timid stranger.

But right now, the way he ignored your attempts at conversation didn’t feel like shyness. It felt like he was giving you the cold shoulder.

Or maybe yet again you were reading too much into things?

WHAP!

The sound of Jungkook closing his mailbox made you jump. Without another word or glance, he walked off.

Maybe not.

***********

If Jungkook was trying to avoid you, he was doing a terrible job of it. Or perhaps the universe was meddling, determined to bring you together. Either way, you kept running into him over the next few days.

Monday evening, you were forced to leave your apartment to run some necessary errands. Jungkook happened to be exiting his place at the same time. He slipped into the elevator as you were locking your door, and you called out for him to hold it.

“Thanks, Jungkook,” you breathed as you entered, smiling.

You might as well have been talking to the button panel. No hello, no head nod, not even an uninterested grunt. Jungkook just slumped in the corner, gaze fixed upon the floor. Once upon a time, this lack of reaction wouldn’t have phased you. You’d have chalked it up to his shyness or his ever present earbuds. But you knew him better now, and he wasn’t wearing earbuds tonight, so the silence stung a little as the elevator descended, taking your mood with it. When the car arrived at the lobby, he bolted, disappearing into the crowd outside before you were halfway to the door.

Tuesday brought a repeat of your mailbox run-in. Blank stare at your greeting, noncommittal reply to your lame attempt at making him laugh (yet another mail mix-up had you handing Jungkook a misdelivered piece of his mail and saying “I have a joke about bad postal service but I don’t know if you’ll get it” - a solid dad joke if you’d ever told one), and a hasty exit.

It was as if the last few weeks had been a dream and you were waking up to find yourselves strangers again.

The thought made you rather sad.

You had to leave your beloved apartment again Tuesday night, despite your desire to crash on the couch and engage in your favorite afterwork activity - absolute fuck all. But Rosé and Lisa had requested your assistance in finding the perfect wedding gift for Jennie and Yoongi, and you weren’t going to leave them hanging. And just as the night before, you ended up stepping into the hallway at the same time Jungkook did.

You hadn’t planned it. It wasn’t even the same time you’d gone out yesterday. But there he was again, locking his door without so much as a glance in your direction.

This time, you hustled down the hall and managed to beat him to the elevator, flashing a warm grin his way as he entered. All you wanted was a tiny bunny smile in return. Maybe even just a nose scrunch. What you got was nothing, his eyes staring at the ground as if it was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. The elevator dinged, the doors opened, and Jungkook’s long legs carried him outside so swiftly, you almost felt like he was running to get away from you.

Maybe he was.

By Wednesday, you were dreading another encounter so much that you ordered in for lunch and skipped your daily mail check. As usual, you chose to deal with the awkwardness in the most mature way possible.

By hiding from your neighbor.

You couldn’t hide from your own thoughts, though. Your rude, annoying brain wouldn’t let you. All day, you worked rotely, going through the motions, your mind only seeing Jungkook’s face as glanced at you at the mailbox. Looking at you as if he didn’t recognize you.

When you’d left his place Saturday night - when you’d run away, your irritating brain corrected you - he’d seemed so excited at the thought of more time with you. Now he acted like he didn’t even know you.

The whiplash was confusing as fuck.

Thursday you replicated your plan. As long as you didn’t have to leave your apartment, you’d be safe, right? No awkward moments to fret over.

You called it a day at five, stretching as you wandered from your desk into your kitchen to dredge something up for dinner.

Thanks to a trip to the market on Monday, your fridge wasn’t completely empty for once. With the ingredients you had on hand, you could whip up a nice little stir fry. You were pretty sure you even had a bottle of oyster sauce somewhere in the cabinets above your sink.

Too lazy to grab your step stool, you climbed onto your counter to dig around for the bottle. Finding it buried at the back of a shelf, you brandished it triumphantly, hopping down. But as your legs extended, you clipped the edge of your dish drying rack, bringing it down with you. Along with all the dishes and glasses inside.

CRASH!

“Fuck!” you shouted, flinching at the unholy clattering of your dinnerware smashing onto the ground. Shattered bits of ceramic and glass scattered across the kitchen floor. Great. There went your entire set. Today was formally invited to kiss your ass.

You leaned against the counter, surveying the damage. Fantastic. You’d just lost at least half your dish set and several glasses. This was why you never cooked for yourself - somehow it usually ended in disaster, though this was much worse than a burned dish or two. Today was formally invited to kiss your ass.

A sudden rapping on your door startled you. You heard Jungkook call out your name. “Are you okay in there?”

Ah, that damn thin wall.

“Yeah, Jungkook, I’m fine.” Clumsy, but fine, you thought, as you stepped cautiously around the mess -

“OW! FUCK!”

- but not carefully enough to completely miss the broken glass. You lifted your foot, wincing as beads of blood dripped off your heel.

More knocks. Your name was being called again, this time with more urgency. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

Limping, you hustled down the hallway before Jungkook got any more agitated and knocked your door off its hinges.

Yanking it open, you came face to face with an apprehensive Jungkook, eyes wide with alarm as he peered down at you, dark hair falling over his forehead in waves. For once, he wasn’t dressed in his standard black sweats, but wore a white henley and jeans. The buttons on his shirt were undone, giving you more than an eyeful of his broad chest.

“What happened? I heard a loud crash and swearing.” He eyed the apartment behind you.

His obvious concern was touching. And super embarrassing.

You huffed out an awkward laugh, propping yourself against the doorframe on one arm. “Yeah, I kinda knocked my drying rack over and broke all my dishware. Made a big mess. Sorry I disturbed you.”

He visibly relaxed, running his tattooed hand through his raven locks. “It’s all right. I just wanted to make sure you were - is that blood?”

Glancing over your shoulder, you saw a trail of crimson footprints leading from the kitchen. “Ah, yeah, I also cut my foot a little. But it’s fine. I just need a band-aid.” You grinned weakly. “Thanks for checking on me, Jungkook. I’ll see you around,” You turned, hobbling down your hall towards your bathroom, figuring he could see himself out.

Only to whoop in shock as your legs were swept out from underneath you.

“Jungkook!” you yelped as he easily tossed you into the air. You instinctively looped your arms around his neck as he held you aloft, bridal-style. “What are you doing?!”

“Helping,” he muttered, kicking the door shut with his foot and striding down the hallway.

You knew you should protest. Your foot was cut, not broken. You were perfectly capable of walking. Sure, maybe it would sting a little, and maybe you’d make a mess. But it wasn’t anything that required this much care from your neighbor.

Yet you didn’t. Any objections died on your tongue as you leaned into him, marveling at the way his strong arms felt as they supported you. So safe, so secure in his embrace.

From your vantage point, it was all too easy to admire his profile as he stared straight ahead. The fine dark strands of his lashes. The gentle slope of his nose. The plush curl of his lips. That itty bitty mole. All these features were worthy of adoration on their own. But together? Goddamn, they made for one gorgeous man.

Indulging yourself, you exhaled the tiniest sigh of contentment.

All too quickly he arrived at your bedroom, smoothly laying you on the bed. You sat up as he walked into your bathroom, returning a moment later with your first aid kit and a damp washcloth.

“How did you… ?”

“When you were drunk the other night, I went looking for aspirin. Remembered seeing this,” he answered your unfinished question. Taking a seat on the bed beside you, he rifled through the kit until he found antibacterial salve and bandages, laying them on the blanket next to him.

“You mean, when you went snooping through my medicine cabinet without asking,” you corrected him irritably, earning yourself a half-grin from Jungkook.

You’d never felt so happy for something so small.

He gingerly pulled your foot onto his lap and wiped away the blood with the cloth, examining the cut with a frown. “Hmmm.”

Distracted by the way his large hands gently caressed your leg, it took you a second to realize he’d made a sound of slight distress. “What is it?”

“I think the shard is still in there.” He glanced around your bedroom. “Where do you keep your tweezers?”

Okay, this was too much.

“Jungkook, you don’t have to do this, I can take care of - “

“Tweezers?” he repeated, standing up.

You sighed, pointing at the bathroom. “Top drawer, right side.”

He wandered away to rummage as you flopped back onto your bed. Less than 24 hours ago, he’d been pretending you didn’t exist, and now here he was, carrying you around like you were reenacting the cover of some bodice ripper and acting like your own personal Florence Nightingale. He truly made your head spin.

In so many ways.

He emerged after a minute, tweezers in hand, and resumed his spot at your side. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you watched him as he closely inspected the wound. He brought the tool to your heel, pinching lightly at the glass. You hissed as the shard moved under your skin.

“Sorry,” he immediately said, rubbing your calf in apology.

“It’s okay,” you mumbled.

Clearly, he was going to be here a little while. Since your plan to avoid him had failed spectacularly, maybe it was time to try talking. Because you didn’t want to go back to feeling like strangers again.

“Jungkook,” you began.

“Hmm?” he responded, head bent over your foot.

“I didn’t…” You flailed. “...know that you owned clothing in anything other than black.”

He stopped what he was doing to look at you, blinking a few times. Then he snorted.

“That’s because you only ever see me when I’ve just gotten up or when I’m on my way to work, when I’m usually wearing my sweats,” he stated, resuming his work. “I have lots of clothing. In all sorts of shades.” He paused. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

True. You bit your lip, falling silent for a moment. Apparently the glass was a tricky beast, given how fiercely he was concentrating on your foot.

“Jungkook,” you started again.

Jungkook cut you off, making a victorious noise, waving the shard in the air. “Ha! Got it!”

You applauded, giggling as he cheekily half-bowed. He busied himself with applying the salve and band-aid as you took a deep breath.

“Jungkook.”

He singsongingly replied with your own name, lightly mocking you. You grinned, relieved at his teasing, feeling encouraged enough to go on.

“Jungkook…” Damn it, stop saying his name and just say it! “Have I upset you?”

His smile faded as he shot you another wide-eyed glance. “What?”

“Have I done something to upset you?”

He didn’t look up this time. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Sitting up, you reached out and covered his hand with your own, forcing him to stop his nurse routine for a moment. He stilled.

“I mean, every time I’ve seen you this week, you’ve acted like I’m a ghost or something. Like I’m not there.”

His face was lowered, but you could see that he wasn’t looking at your foot anymore, eyes darting to and fro. You pulled your hand away. The silence between you stretched, but you fought your natural instinct and didn’t rush to fill it. You wanted to hear what he had to say, no matter how long it took.

“I was just surprised. To see you with him.” He spoke so softly, you barely heard the words.

“With Jin?”

He nodded, shifting to face you. “It’s stupid. Because I knew you were dating that guy. I just… didn’t expect to see you with him.” He fiddled with the tweezers, picking at the blanket on your bed, not meeting your gaze. “Not so soon after what we did. After I told you how I feel.”

Ah, fuck.

Of course. You’d been so concerned with figuring out your own feelings that you hadn’t considered his.

Jungkook returned to his work, smoothing the bandage over the cut. You stared at his back, lost in thought, your conversation with Jennie tumbling through your brain. He’d been so honest with you on Saturday night, yet the two of you had assumed that he just wanted to sleep with you, like some fuckboi hoping to get his dick wet.

But would some lothario only out for a good time react like this at seeing a potential conquest with another guy?

For fuck’s sake, didn’t you remember what they said about assumptions?

“I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “You don’t have to apologize. You don’t owe me anything. You can date anyone you want.”

Well, obviously he was correct, but it was a little surprising to hear him say that. He just kept throwing your notions right back in your face.

Even if you didn’t need to apologize, you still wanted to. Because, unless you were reading him wrong, you’d hurt him. And the thought of hurting him pained you more than you could say.

“I don’t have to. But I want to. I’m sorry, Jungkook.”

Once again, he fell silent as his doe eyes scanned your face. You waited, hoping it was clear in your eyes that you meant it.

His hand reached out and traced over the band-aid, seemingly checking to make sure it was securely adhered to your foot. “How serious is it?”

“The cut?” You blinked, befuddled. “I don’t know, you’re the one who was handling it. Did it look too deep?”

“What?” His head snapped up at your question, and he laughed at the baffled expression on your face. “No, not the wound. Your relationship with Jin. Is it serious?”

Oh. It wasn’t. You’d hardly even call it a relationship. Right? You’d only been out a handful of times and hadn’t ever discussed these things with Jin. That was the same as no, wasn’t it?

Maybe you should talk to Jin before you answered.

Your mouth didn’t get the memo.

“No, it’s not. We only started dating recently.” He nodded slowly. “Okay.”

“The other night at Dionysus, that was our first real date.”

“Oh, shit. And I crashed it,” Jungkook grimaced. “Sorry about that.”

“We’re past that now,” you informed him, waving your hand. “Water. Bridge. Under.” There was no need to rehash that evening’s events again… or the aftermath. Or the aftermath’s aftermath.

Even if that had been particularly enjoyable.

“Go on a date with me.”

Your face must’ve registered shock, because he flashed you another half-grin. “Really, you’re surprised?”

Admittedly, you shouldn’t be. But it still amazed you when someone showed any interest in you. A lifetime of dating failures and being perplexed by the actions of others could do that to a person.

“Let me take you out. We should get to know each other a little better, instead of just continuing… what we did the other night.” He bit his lip. “Not that I don’t want to not do that! Er, I mean, I do want to do that, but that’s not all I want. Ah, shit, I’m doing this all wro-“

“Yes,” you exhaled, interrupting his unsure stuttering. “Let’s go out.”

The smile that crossed his face made your heart sing.

“Okay. Cool.” He stood suddenly, and you jumped to your feet as well, cringing slightly as you put weight on your injured heel. “I usually work on the weekends. But maybe I can get someone to switch with me. I’ll figure it out, and then we can make plans?”

“Yeah. Of course,” you agreed. “Whatever works for you. I’m pretty much free… all the time.”

He laughed. “All right.”

He slowly made his way towards your door and you followed, limping slightly.

“I should probably get going. Don’t need to be late for work again.”

“Again?” you exclaimed. “You said you weren’t late when I asked!”

Jungkook grinned sheepishly. “I lied. I just didn’t want to talk about it.” He stopped at your door as you swatted at him playfully. “Hey! It’s fine, okay? It was worth it.”

If you could somehow capture the warm feeling that enveloped you as his eyes met yours, bottle it up and store it away, you’d never be cold again.

He stepped out into the corridor. Like a lost puppy, you trailed after him to his door.

“Are you walking me home?” he quipped, nose scrunching as he smiled at you.

The honest answer was that you weren’t sure. Your feet just keep bringing you closer to him. Embarrassed, you shrugged, and turned to head back to your place. But his hand reached out and tugged on your arm, pulling you into his embrace.

“You should warn that other guy that I can be a little competitive,” he murmured, his face dangerously close to yours. “If there’s something I want, I don’t let anything stop me.”

“Is that so?” you somehow managed to croak out as his hand cradled your face, thumb caressing your cheek.

“Mmmhmm,” he hummed. His perfect lips were only millimeters away but it felt like miles.

“Well. I will, uh, definitely… definitely... uh, let him…” So pretty and pink. What were you saying again?

“Know?” He grinned, finishing your thought.

You just nodded, eyes on his mouth, all rational thought driven from your head by one simple command - kiss me, kiss me, KISS ME!

Maybe he read your mind, or maybe it was written on your face. Your eyes closed blissfully as he brushed his mouth against yours. But just as you leaned into him, he drew back, opening his door.

Your eyes flew open in bewilderment, only to glimpse that maddening smirk that haunted your dreams.

It was far more potent in real life. More wicked.

“I’ll let you know about this weekend. Good night, neighbor.”

You nodded, trying to recover from the way you’d momentarily lost yourself. “Good night, Jungkook.”

You remained in the hall for a minute after he closed his door, still trying to get your bearings. How could this man make you lose your head so easily? He hadn’t even been trying. His whispered warning about being competitive echoed in your ears.

Forget Jin. Would you survive?

**********

Back in your apartment, you vacillated for a few minutes, picking up your phone and putting it down several times before you finally pressed the call button.

Jin picked up on the second ring. “Okay, if you’re a telepath, what number am I thinking?”

“Huh?” Walking into your kitchen, you eyed the broken dishes littering the floor and the abandoned dinner ingredients sitting on your counter and sighed. Maybe your next call would be for takeout.

Jin laughed, the squeaky sound making you grin even in your confusion. “Thought maybe you were reading my mind. I was just thinking about calling you.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I finally have a fairly free weekend, so I wanted to know which night works better for you - Friday or Saturday?” He laughed again, the sound a little more unsure this time. “Unless you’re sick of me and need a break.”

Oh right, dinner at Jin’s! You’d almost forgotten. There was a possibility that you wouldn’t be home either night this weekend, if Jungkook was able to swing a night off. Your poor couch was going to feel so abandoned at this point.

“I don’t need a break,” you stated, tiptoeing around the broken glass, feeling anxious. “And I don’t have any plans either night. But before we decide anything, we should talk.”

“That sounds ominous,” Jin replied. “Should I be worried?”

“I don’t think so, but your mileage may vary.” Was this really such a big deal? Suck it up and just talk to him. Be a grown up, for god’s sake. “Jin, you remember my neighbor, Jungkook? The guy from the hallway on Sunday?”

He hummed. “I think so? I vaguely recall him gawking at us.”

“Yeah. Well, I think I can explain that. See, we, um, he and I kinda made out the other night.” You left out the part where he had you pressed against his door and coming apart in a mere matter of minutes. No need to go into all the details.

Nothing from the other end of the phone but steady breathing. You crept down the hallway and threw yourself onto your bed, more words bubbling up as you laid there staring at the ceiling.

“It wasn’t something I was expecting, but he and I have been spending some time together lately and… and it just happened. So before you and I do anything else, I just wanted you to know.” You sucked in a breath, plowing on. “And also, he asked me out on a date.”

“And what did you say?”

“I said yes.”

Jin fell quiet again. Normally, you found the rhythmic sound of someone’s breathing to be soothing, lulling. But under the current circumstances, every inhalation and exhalation was distressing. Your heart hammered as you began to panic, but before you punctured the silence with antsy babbling, he finally spoke.

“I guess we haven’t really talked about us yet, have we?” he mused thoughtfully, and you sat up, crossing your legs.

“No, we haven’t.” Your fingers flew to your foot, smoothing the band-aid down nervously.

“I appreciate you being honest with me, but we never said anything about being exclusive, so I can’t be upset with you, can I? It wouldn’t be fair.”

Okay, were all men as enlightened as Jungkook and Jin and you’d just never noticed, or….

“It wouldn’t be fair, maybe, but… I’d understand if you were.” You closed your eyes, thinking of Jungkook’s face when you apologized. You shouldn’t assume how Jin felt, either. “You can tell me how you feel.”

A beat passed. You wished you’d called him for a video chat, so you could see his expression right now.

“I’ll be honest. I’m a little jealous to hear you’re dating someone else,” Jin admitted. “I didn’t realize I had competition. But I like you. And I want to keep seeing you, if you want to keep seeing me.” “I do,” you answered softly. “I like you too.” “Good. Then I hope your neighbor is ready for a fight,” he murmured, voice husky.

He definitely is, you thought to yourself.

“So,” you began. “How about Friday?”

**********

You were a little bummed that there was no sign of Jungkook at the mailboxes on Friday. But when you returned to your apartment, you found a piece of paper lying on the floor just inside the threshold. This time, instead of a breathtaking portrait, there was a pastel drawing of a tiger lily, the vibrant orange petals popping off the page. In the corner was a note:

Couldn’t text you since I don’t have your number. Are you free tomorrow night?

It was signed with Jungkook’s phone number. You quickly entered it into your phone. It vaguely occurred to you that you could play it cool and answer him later, but… why bother, he already knew you didn’t have a life.

(1:05): Hey Jungkook

(1:05): Yes, I’m free tomorrow

Jungkook (1:08): hey neighbor

Jungkook (1:08): i’ll pick you up at 8

(1:09): you mean you’ll walk next door at 8?

Jungkook (1:10): just go with it

(1:11): 8 it is

Jungkook (1:13): can’t wait

********** (1:15): Guys why do I do this to myself

Bestie 😇 (1:16): ❓❓

(1:17): I have a date with Jin tonight and one with Jungkook tomorrow

Bestie 😇 (1:17): ❗

Queen Ji 👑 (1:18): I fail to see what the problem is

Bestie 😇 (1:18): You’re going on a date with Jungkook?

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (1:19): Eeeeeeeee!

Lovely Lisa 💋 (1:19): Pfft, you’ll be cancelling that after my boy Jin sweeps you off your feet tonight

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (1:20): Oh please, we all know she’ll be home by 9 tonight and knocking on Jungkook’s door by 9:01

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (1:20): And cumming by 9:02

Queen Ji 👑 (1:21): 🤣🤣🤣

Queen Ji 👑 (1:21): It’s true tho

(1:22): Really regretting my life choices right now when it comes to picking friends

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (1:23): Too late, you’re stuck with us for life, babe!

Bestie 😇 (1:23): What are you and Jin doing tonight?

(1:24): I’m headed over to his place. He’s making dinner for me

Lovely Lisa 💋 (1:24): Ooh, he’s cooking for you?!

Queen Ji 👑 (1:25): I’m so JEALOUS. I’m still envious over the cooking he did for you during your movie night, and that was just POPCORN

Lovely Lisa 💋 (1:26): Fuck, I bet he has a swanky apartment with a gigantic kitchen. Bambi doesn’t stand a chance!

Bestie 😇 (1:27): I’ve seen his apartment. Sorry Jungkook, but it’s a real panty-dropper

Queen Ji 👑 (1:27): Jungkook doesn’t need a ritzy place to drop our girl’s panties. Did you forget?

(1:28): Do I need to be here for this conversation?

Queen Ji 👑 (1:28): You started it!

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (1:29): What about Jungkook? Where’s he taking you?

(1:29): I don’t know yet. I just know he’s picking me up at 8 tomorrow

Queen Ji 👑 (1:29): You mean he’s walking next door at 8

(1:30): That’s what I said!

Bestie 😇 (1:30): Jungkook knows you’re dating Jin, right?

Bestie 😇 (1:30): Does Jin know about Jungkook?

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (1:31): Yeah, did you tell him all about your lil’ Saturday night escapades? 🥴

(1:31): I told Jin that we made out. And that Jungkook asked me out

(1:32): Nothing else

Queen Ji 👑 (1:32): And he didn’t care, I’m guessing, since you’re still seeing him tonight

(1:33): I mean, he said he was a little jealous, but that’s basically it

Lovely Lisa 💋 (1:34): So what has you so stressed?

(1:34): I don’t think I’m the type of person who can handle dating two men at once!

Queen Ji 👑 (1:35): You can handle it

Bestie 😇 (1:35): Buuuuut if you’re not sure, you can always cancel one. See how the other date goes

Bestie 😇 (1:36): Take your time, there’s no need to rush anything with anyone

Lovely Lisa 💋 (1:36): Yeah, I’m sure Jungkook will understand if you say you changed your mind

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (1:36): Uh, no, I’m sure Jin will be just fine if you ask for a raincheck for tonight

Bestie 😇 (1:37): I swear to God, you two

Bestie 😇 (1:37): Is annoying us really worth $50?

Lovely Lisa 💋 (1:37): Yes

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (1:37): Yes

Bestie 😇 (1:37): 😤

Bestie 😇 (1:38): ANYWAY… let’s play a game. Give me your first response, no thinking

Bestie 😇 (1:38): Point blank, decide right now - which one do you want to go out with this weekend?

(1:38): …

(1:39): …

Queen Ji 👑 (1:39): It’s both, right? Say it. Say both!!

(1:40): *tiny voice* it’s both

Queen Ji 👑 (1:40): *airhorn noises* 🥳

(1:41): Yeah, but

(1:41): Am I being selfish?

Queen Ji 👑 (1:42): If you want to date both, date both. As long as everyone is consenting, there’s no reason to feel selfish

Queen Ji 👑 (1:42): They’re adults. They know what they signed up for

Queen Ji 👑 (1:43): So don’t stress. Enjoy yourself tonight. And tomorrow

Bestie 😇 (1:43): As much as it pains to me to say it, she’s right

Queen Ji 👑 (1:44): RUDE

Bestie 😇 (1:44): I JUST MEAN, as long as they both know you’re seeing other people, then you shouldn’t worry about them

Bestie 😇 (1:45): You, on the other hand, I worry about 24/7. That’s my job as your best friend and I take it seriously

Bestie 😇 (1:46): But if this is what you want, then go for it

Bestie 😇 (1:46): You have my blessing

(1:47): Uh, thank you?

Bestie 😇 (1:48): You’re welcome 💃

Lovely Lisa 💋 (1:48): So both dates are on, then?

(1:49): Yeah

(1:49): They’re on

Sparkling Rosé ✨ (1:50): Woohoo! Let the games begin! 🎉

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Add two kids and you have the reason I can’t ever sit down to write. 🤷‍♀️

Capitalism kills art

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I AM WEAK

JUNGKOOK BIRTHDAY COUNTDOWN D-5

crazy body proportions

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Oh my goodness! Thank you for reading my story! I’m a bit rusty on writing, but this story wouldn’t leave my head. JK is such a muse.

Maybe I need to write a part two with them singing a duet?!?!

Karaoke Cutie

➸ 18+

➸ Summary: Most people hate Karaoke Night, but not you. You relish it. So much so your friends call you the Karaoke Queen. On one particular night out, you meet a friend of a friend who just so happens to love Karaoke just as much as you. 

➸ Word count: 4K

➸ Pairing: JK x reader

➸ Genre: Pure Rom Com Meet Cute type stuff

➸ Warnings: language like always, and suggestive themes. Plus sweaty shy tatted JK. He deserves his own warning.

➸ A/N: Hi! Can’t get vlive 210730 JK out of my head, and this is what happened in light of that. It’s probably terrible as I don’t get enough time to write these days with having a 4 year old and being in my third trimester of pregnancy and working 50 hours a week, but JK in this live was a revelation, so here we are. He deserves it.

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It was karaoke night, and unlike the cliché of the shy protagonist that gets dragged along to karaoke night, you loved it. You wouldn’t describe yourself as very outgoing or extroverted, but when it came to things you loved you really came out of your shell. Singing was one of those things for you. You certainly weren’t professional or trained even, but you loved to sing so much that it was likely you spent more time singing than speaking in your waking hours (and maybe your sleeping hours too, who knows?). Karaoke night gave you an excuse to sing, where in your regular day you instead just annoyed your friends and family with you breaking into musicals every moment.

Are you here yet?

The text read on your watch from your best friend Kiana who must have arrived a few minutes before you. You were about a block away, but she must have been just as eager to get a good spot in the bar as you were. It was Friday and it was always so busy, even this early (barely 9pm). You picked up the pace as you rounded the corner to see the cute dark haired beauty you called bestie standing at the front door to Bangtan Bar like every weekend. She nearly jumped up and down when she saw you and ran to grab the door with a huge smile on her face.

“The boys are coming!”

As you hustled through the door, you were a bit taken aback by the words of your friend and felt your head fling around of its own accord.

“Joon hates Karaoke Night,” you stated, matter of factly.

“But he loves pussy.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up at her shamelessness. Joon and Kiana had been dating for years, and everyone who knew them would agree that there was no argument about who was the dom in that relationship. Kiana would say jump and Joon would say how high. It was funny to see from an outside perspective as Joon was a 6 foot tall beef cake with muscles for days and a strong manly persona, while Kiana was a tiny pocket sized sweetie pie with a soft voice and even softer features. It was clear, though, that Kiana had strong armed her boyfriend into coming tonight, and he must have invited his friends to come to share in the “torture”. You wondered who would actually show.

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Holy 😳

I think I’m in love with this JK. What a freaking MAN.

I might need a sec to breathe. Lol

opposable - JJK | M

↣ You're invited to attend a high society dinner event, everyone is excited to meet your classy boyfriend but there's just one problem: you don't have one. Although your scruffy best friend could help, right?

pairing: zookeeper!jungkook x reader

genre: crack, fluff, smut, angst, bff2l

word count: 7.5K

warnings/tags: fake dating au, childhood friends au, rich!Y/N, sweetheart!JK, inexperienced!Y/N, JK handles the primates, mean coworkers, manhandling, sexual tension, strong language, explicit smut- rough sex, hair pulling, dirty talk, hickeys, scent kink, spanking, spit kink, oral (f & m), face fucking, unprotected sex

a/n: based on a dream I had...

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“Could you just come over?”

“Wha-Wait stop it Dea! Oh I’m so sorry sweetheart!”

You roll your eyes, tapping your foot on the tiles impatiently as you pull the phone away from your face to check if he’s still on the line because it’s suddenly too quiet.

“Are you making out with Dea again?”

“What? No! I was feeding her. What do you want?”

“I said that it’s an emergency and I need you to come over.”

There’s some crackling on the line, “my shift ends in ten minutes. See you in a bit.”

“And take a shower before you come over!” You manage to get out before he cuts the call.

You recline in the armchair, shutting you eyes while you wait for your friend’s arrival, sheet mask on, trying to calm your racing thoughts.

It’s so superficial and petty, you know, but you have a reputation to uphold with your colleagues and you just had to lie about your current relationship status. Some of your colleagues are much, much older than you, while the others who are around your age are in long term relationships with sports stars, CEOs of large companies and even actors, while you’re still single. It’s not that you yearn to be in a relationship, you’re quite satisfied with your lifestyle, but you manage to always get caught up in the bitchy drama going on at the office. It doesn’t help that most of your co-workers are women too, constantly competing about anything and everything.

So, when they were all having a discussion in the tearoom about the annual JS party, rambling about their outfits, cars and dates, the question of who you were bringing along was posed. Lie after lie was being spewed, some believed you while others had a sort of, ‘we’ll see’ look on their faces that pissed you off even further, you’re such a convincing liar, yet they didn’t believe you.

Obviously, you didn’t think of the consequences your deception would bring. On Saturday, the will be waiting to meet this farcical person that you conjured up in your mind in a matter of two seconds.

Here you are, sipping on your favorite wine while you wait for Jungkook to come over so you can explain your dilemma. He might have a solution, who are you kidding, he won’t have one. He’ll just be the shoulder you can cry on while you await your doom that is the deriding expressions as you walk into the hall with no man on your arm.

“Jungkook-ssi is here,” your housekeeper, Haneul bows and exits the room while you crack an eye open and peel off the mask to chuck into the bin.

Jungkook stomps in, still in his work clothes and you hold up a finger to halt his step, “did you shower?”

“You said it was an emergency!”

His eyes are large with indignance. You shake your head and point to the stairs, “you know how I feel about your monkey stink. Go shower.”

He huffs, keeping his eyes on you as he walks up the stairs, grumbling about his ‘monkey stink.’

Calling for the Haneul to bring in the snacks, you step out onto the patio, trying to let the fresh breeze ease your nerves as your gown billows around you.

Another ten minutes pass and Jungkook is joining you on the patio, eyes glued to the snacks as he pulls out a chair. You lean forward and sniff the air around him, the only scent reaching your nostrils is your coconut shower gel. Nodding to yourself, you give him a smack on his shoulder.

“Nice and fresh. No monkey stink.”

He rolls his eyes while attacking a piece of cheese, “what was the emergency?”

You sigh dramatically, tossing the slice of pastrami across the table.

“I fucked up.”

“What else is new,” Jungkook shrugs, giggling to himself while you shoot him a glare.

“I fucked up. BIG TIME.”

“How?”

With another sigh, you sit back in your chair and cover your face with your palm, “Imightveliedtoliterallyeveryoneintheofficethatimdatingthisrichandhotguywithhisownbachelorpadandsportscar,” you breathe, a confused sound coming from your best friend.

“I’m sorry,” he tilts his head so his ear is near your face, “I didn’t catch that.”

“I said,” you begin, “I lied to everyone in the office that I’m dating this rich, hot, successful guy and now they all want to see him at the JS party on Saturday!”

He spits out a grape and you scrunch up your nose in disgust.

“You did what now?!”

“I lied, okay?”

He’s blinking at you, laughter bubbling to the surface while you bang your fist on the table.

“Don’t laugh! You’re supposed to be helping me!”

Speaking through his laughter, he grabs your hand to still your fist that’s still banging on the poor table, “how am I supposed to help you?”

“By telling me that everything will be fine,” you sniffle.

“I’m sorry Y/N, but that will hardly be me helping you. This is a big deal.”

Yanking your hand from his hold, you bang your fist on the table again, “you think I don’t know that?!”

“God,” he pins your hand to the table again, “you’re worse than my chimps.”

Your breath is haggard, “do not compare me to your animals!”

“I’m just saying! Will you calm down and let me think?”

“Fine,” you lean back in the chair and fold your arms, watching him as he munches on a cracker.

“I literally don’t know of any ‘rich, hot, successful’ guys that meet your criteria. Most of the hot guys I know work with me at the zoo.”

“Yeah, not a chance. They’ll know it’s a setup! Wait, are you thinking of finding a guy to accompany me on Saturday?”

“Yes. Why? Have anyone in mind?”

“No,” you slump in your chair, sulking while you empty the contents of your glass.

“If only you weren’t such a goddamn snob.”

“I AM NOT A SNOB! How could you say that?!” You’re yelling in his face, “I hang out with you,” your eyes travel up and down his figure and he lets out a shocked gasp.

“Ouch. Okay fine, I worded it wrong. If only you weren’t so goddamn single!”

“You’re single too!”

“Dea is the only woman for me!”

“She’s a fucking orangutan!”

“I don’t care!”

“Jungkook,” you’re closing your eyes, taking two deep inhales to calm yourself lest you beat the man-child up, “I called you over to help, not to insult me like this! You think I don’t know that I’m single? You know I couldn’t even care about all that relationship bullshit, I’m just fine by myself! But those,” you point somewhere behind you, “damn annoying bitches at work think that relationships define who you are.”

“But Y/N,” his voice is much softer this time, “you aren’t the type of person to care about what others think either. You didn’t have to lie.”

“I know,” you fiddle with the belt on your gown, “I know, it’s just, they were like sniggering at me, like they knew that I’m single. Like ‘why are you even asking her who she’s bringing’, you know? I just- It just all came out because I was so mad…”

It’s silent for a while then you add on, voice small, “I wanted to prove them wrong.”

“Hey,” he grabs the seat of his chair and hops a little closer to you so he can wrap his arm around your shoulder, “it’s okay, I’m sorry for being insensitive.”

You play with the strings on his hoodie, “what are we gonna do?”

“Maybe we should find someone that you can take, just for Saturday.”

“But I don’t know of anyone plus it’ll be so embarrassing to explain everything to a stranger.”

He clicks his tongue, “me neither.”

You sit there for a while, face buried in his chest while you think of a plausible solution.

“Wait,” he grips your shoulders and pushes you away from him so you can see the excited look on his face, “what if- what if I pretend to be your hot and rich boyfriend?”

Shaking his hands off your shoulders, you chuckle and reach for your abandoned slice of pastrami, “don’t be ridiculous.”

“Why would it be ridiculous? Just think of it Y/N, I’m hot,” you roll your eyes, “I can pretend to be rich…You know up to your calibre. It’s a perfect plan!”

“I would never date a guy with a man-bun.”

“I’ll cut my hair, clean up, shave, do whatever I need to.”

Your eyes widen, “you’ll actually cut your hair? You’ve been growing it for months.”

“Yeah,” he grabs the ball of hair behind his head, “think it’s about time I chopped it off, plus Dea keeps opening it.”

You groan, “if we’re going through with this, no talk about Dea or any of your zoo animals. You aren’t a zookeeper for that one night!”

“Fine fine,” he holds up his palms, “so what are the rules?”

“Just make it believable,” you shrug.

“That’s all?”

He’s sporting a huge grin, one that makes you doubt this whole thing.

“Why do you look so happy?”

Shrugging, he holds up a breadstick to his mouth, “Just, I’ve never been to a party like that before.”

“You shouldn’t be happy,” you cock an eyebrow, “you should be shivering in your boots, a lot of high profiles are gonna be there.”

“I know, I know.”

“I hope you knowwhat you’re getting into.”

“I won’t do it if you don’t want me to!”

“I’m just saying!”

Topping your glass with more wine, you offer it to him, but he shakes his head, “I’ll ask Haneul to contact someone for suits, you can pick one.”

“No,” he’s staring at your garden across the yard, deep in thought, “I’ll get my own suit.”

“The last time I saw you in a suit was high school. I can only picture adult Jungkook wearing hiking gear or uniform.”

“I do not wear hiking gear!”

It’s Saturday morning, and the nerves are eating at you. You asked Jungkook to come over at 6:30PM so that you can go over a few things and assess his outfit for tonight. The party starts at 8PM, you don’t mind being fashionably late.

Jungkook storms into your closet, you think your jaw must be touching the floor.

Black suit adorning his figure, a silky black dress shirt peeks through his blazer. You almost don’t recognize him. You think that he notices your slack-jawed expression because he has a smug grin on his face.

“I- Your- You-“

“You like it?”

He twirls around twice, the blazer swishing as he goes, shiny black oxfords squeaking on your tiles.

“I’m- I almost didn’t recognize you,” you chuckle, your throat suddenly dry.

He bends down so his face is level with yours, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “you said you wanted a hot, rich boyfriend.”

You shove his shoulder, his new cologne filling your nose, your cheeks feeling a little toowarm.

Trying to think of something else to say, you’re at a loss for words each time you look at him, but he spares you the trouble.

“You like my hair?” He flicks the ends of his black strands.

“I thought you said you were cutting it?”

He brushes past you to admire himself in your closet mirror, “I did, it was a lot longer than this, but,” he adjusts his jacket and turns to you, “what do you think?”

“You look- you look good.”

“Thanks, Dea also-“

You fold you arms and cock an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue but he closes his mouth.

“When are you gonna get ready?” He asks instead, sitting on the bench you have placed in the corner of your closet.

You turn to flip through your dresses, tags still intact, “I thought we could match, so I said I’ll check out what you’re wearing first so I can choose a dress.”

Walking over to you, his chest presses into your back, your hands dropping to your sides when his cologne hits you again, your heart starts to pound in your chest. You’ve never had this feeling around Jungkook before, it’s a bit alarming, but you brush it off.

“Wear this one,” he pulls out a black dress, it has one strappy sleeve while the other side is bare, a thigh high slit through the right side.

“This?”

You take it from his hands, holding it front of your body as you walk to the mirror. He comes up behind you, “I think the one-shoulder thing would look good on you.”

Swallowing, you nod, “okay.”

Something glinting in the mirror catches your eye and you spin around to look at Jungkook, instantly regretting it from how he’s towering over you, “you’re wearing your piercing.”

His hand comes up to touch his eyebrow, “yeah, is that okay?”

You shrug, scanning your pairs of shoes to look for a pair that will match your dress, again, he’s behind you, pulling a pair off the shelf and handing it to you, “I like this one.”

He has good taste, you think. Well, he is your best friend.

“Okay.”

You stare at each other for a while, he stands there, hands still tucked in his pockets, you can’t tear your eyes away from his face until your arm begins to ache with the weight of the dress in your hand.

“I need to, uhm, change.”

“Oh,” he strides out of your closet, closing the door behind him while you try to calm your racing heart.

He’s just your best friend, the guy you’ve known since you were kids, the same guy that stuck gum in your hair, the guy who literally calls an orangutan his girlfriend. Why did you have to get nervous around him today, today of all days when you need to play it cool.

An hour and a half later, you’re dressed, hair and makeup done, ready to leave for the party.

Opening the doors of your closet, you see Jungkook sitting on your bed, busy with his phone. When he sees you walking out, his phone slips from his hand and falls between his legs. You bend down to pick it up for him, your hand coming up to hold his knee as you steady yourself. Still crouched down, you hand his phone to him, seeing his eyes flicker to the skin of your thigh exposed through the slit.

Standing up to your full height, you twirl around like he did, only a little slower.

“Do you like it?”

“Ye-“ he clears his throat “-yeah, you look great.”

Giggling, you walk to the mirror near your window and adjust the single sleeve, your gaze travelling to Jungkook who sits behind you, his eyes raking down your back to your ass. Why do you feel the need to make him as flustered as you are around him today?

Reaching behind you, you bring your hair over your shoulder, exposing more of your back to him. You see him lick his lips in the mirror, your breaths becoming a little heavier. Your eyes meet in the reflection, and you spin around, setting a smile on your face.

“Shall we?” You extend your hand to him, and he stands up from the bed, buttoning his blazer then producing his arm for you to hook your hand into.

All the way down the stairs, and out of your house, he’s silent, you are too, not knowing what to say to him when usually, you can’t shut up in each other’s presence.

You’re about to walk to your driveway when you stop to look at him, “we can take one of my cars.”

“Shush,” he holds a finger up to his mouth and you obey, following him further out onto your driveway, your breath hitching when you see the car that’s parked near the gate.

“What the fuck?”

He lets go of your hand and walks to the passenger side, unlocking the car and holding the door open for you, “get in, baby.”

He has a smirk on his face, and you’re rooted to the spot, questions flooding your mind.

“How did you-“

“I hired it,” he shouts so you can hear him, still standing in the same spot where he left you.

“Where in the hell did you hire a matte black Nissan GTR from?”

He chuckles, “don’t worry about it, sweetheart. Get in.”

Tentatively walking over to the car, you ignore the twisting of your stomach at the names he’s calling you, wondering how he managed to hire a car like this, with such a rare finish. He helps hold the train of your dress while you sit in the car, making sure that your seatbelt is on properly then shutting the door. You watch him jog excitedly to the driver’s side, that makes you realize that maybeyou’re a little excited too.

It’s too quiet as he drives, you spare him a glance to see that he has one hand on the gear stick, even though it’s an automatic, while the other holds the steering wheel. Has his side profile always been this gorgeous? You’re suddenly noticing a lot of things about him, the car smells of his cologne. So good.

You want to ask him the name but decide not to. That’d be weird.

His fingers drum on the steering wheel, his eyes flicker to you and you avert your gaze to the road. Feeling incredibly awkward, you pull out your phone to distract yourself. You didn’t think that Jungkook in a suit could have this much of an effect on you. He’s still your goofy best friend.

You notice that you’re nearing the hall, so you direct him through the gate.

“Turn here.”

He follows your instruction and is about to zoom past the entrance only to be stopped by a man with a bowtie.

“Let’s go,” you open the door and step out, the valet driver helps you out of the car.

Jungkook comes up to your side and holds out his arm for you to take like earlier, your palms sweatier than usual.

“Valet?”

“Yeah, just hand him the keys.”

“I don’t want him to scratch the car.”

Speaking through gritted teeth, you tighten your hold on his arm, “this is his job, he knows what he’s doing. Now hand over the keys.”

Hesitantly, Jungkook drops the keys in his open palm, you yank his arm to follow you to the entrance of the hall, giving your name and surname to the guy waiting there then following the crowd of people to the right.

“Fuck.”

“What?” You turn to Jungkook whose eyes search the crowd frantically.

“We didn’t go over the plan.”

Shit. Of course, you got forgot somehow.

“It’s fine, don’t panic,” you pull him into the corner near the restrooms, “you’re anything buta zookeeper, you’re my boyfriend, new boyfriend, we’ve only been dating for a few months. I told you, just make it believable and no monkey talk.”

He nods as you speak.

“Don’t worry,” you dust off his shoulder, “there’s gonna be a small opening show before the actual dinner then will be the time where everyone mingles and whatever. Just. Don’t speak if you don’t have to. I’ll do all the talking if you’re nervous.”

Taking a deep breath, he nods again, “okay, got it,” he gives you a small smile, the kind that takes you back to the nights where you would sit on your parents’ balcony, connecting the stars and making up your own names for your ‘constellations’.

Where do you think you’ll be in ten years?

I don’t know, but as long as we’re still friends, I’ll be happy.

“Hello Y/N,” quickly taking Jungkook’s arm in yours, you turn around to be met with the same sniggering faces from work.

“Hey Areum, Chohee,” you see them openly staring at Jungkook with wide eyes, “this is Jungkook, my boyfriend, the-“

“Investment banker,” you stare up at him but catch yourself before they can take notice of your baffled expression.

They just hum, unabashedly staring Jungkook down while you stand there awkwardly.

“Nice seeing you guys,” you try to walk away from them, but Chohee blocks your path.

“Come sit with us for the show, you can meet my boyfriend too.”

“Sure,” Jungkook beams at them, when they start walking to their seats, you give Jungkook one of your death glares.

‘What’ he mouths but you just shake your head at him and follow them through the aisle. The orange lighting helps you recognize a few of your other colleagues, their eyes bulging out of their heads when they see Jungkook, you tip your chin up proudly.

“Told you I could be your hot boyfriend,” he whispers into your ear once you get seated next to Areum and her boyfriend.

The lights dim and the curtains draw, a stumpy man walks on the stage to thank everyone for coming and announces the name of the performance. A classical song plays through the speakers and the spotlights on the stage bring two ballerinas into view, gracefully breaking into slow and practiced movements.

Glancing to your left, you notice that Chohee isn’t watching the dancers, instead, she has her eyes on you and Jungkook, her boyfriend has his hand on her knee. You look to your right, Jungkook’s mouth is open, in awe of the dancers.

“Jungkook,” you nudge his shoulder.

“Hmm.”

“Put your hand on my leg.”

“What?”

You lean in to whisper in his ear, “put your hand on my leg,” he turns to you, his doe-eyes wide in confusion. You raise your eyebrows and he catches up.

Without so much of a warning, his hand grips your leg, a little too high, specifically mid-thigh, where your slit begins, and you resist the urge to shout at him. He’s kneading your leg, palm rubbing and twisting your flesh. You tilt your head to the side to see Chohee’s eyes now on Jungkook’s hand that continues to attack your thigh.

Smiling to yourself, your gaze returns to the stage.

After a while, you begin to squirm in your seat, his passionate rubbing becomes too much for you, you nudge him again.

“Now you’re fucking hurting me, I’m not one of your gorilla girlfriends. Be gentle.”

His fingers dig into your skin, making you bite down on your lip so you don’t yelp in pain, “is that better?”

Before you can tell him that no, it’s only worse, he’s leaning forward and placing a soft peck on your lips, his hand coming up to push your hair over your shoulder.

You realize that your lips are puckered, and you sit back in your seat, feeling a little hot despite the lack of a sleeve on your dress.

“They were looking,” you jump when his breath hits your ear, “make it believable, right?”

You nod, unable to speak from the sensation that seems to build as the night progresses. You didn’t even realize that the music has been replaced by the loud hum of people speaking around you as they stand from their seats. The show must’ve ended.

Jungkook removes his hand from your thigh, redirecting the warmth to your palm to help you out of your seat. He makes sure to not step on the material of your dress as he follows you out of the aisle.

“Y/N, do join us at our table,” Areum smiles at you and Jungkook. Jungkook looks at you this time, waiting for your answer.

“Okay,” you smile back, thinking that everything is going smoothly so far, you think you can manage for the rest of the evening.

You spot most of your colleagues at the large table, you greet them as you sit, Jungkook bowing next to you.

There’s a basket of rolls on the table and Jungkook reaches over to take one, but you pinch his leg under the table. He retracts his hand, smiling at Mrs. Ahn, one of your older colleagues, then pouts at you.

You lean forward to whisper in his ear, “you have to wait for them to bring in the starters and announce that we can begin eating.”

He throws an arm around the arm back of your chair, smiling down at you while he speaks through gritted teeth, “what a load of bullshit.”

“I know,” you grin, face heating when he kisses your cheek.

“So, Y/N,” Chohee gives you one of her fake smiles, “how long have you two been dating?”

“Three months,” Jungkook says, his eyes drifting to you as he speaks, “we’ve been together for three months, but it feels like a lifetime.”

Mrs. Ahn coos next to you, you blush, busying yourself with opening the napkin. You have been together for what feels like a lifetime, just not as a couple.

“That’s so sweet,” Chohee clears her throat, “my boyfriend Chan here is actually playing the role of an investment banker in his next movie, maybe you can give him some tips?”

Her boyfriend grabs a cup of champagne from a waiter that passes the table.

“It’s a boring job really,” Jungkook chuckles, you nudge him but he’s quick to add, “I don’t even think you need any tips, just sit at your desk all day.”

Everyone at the table laughs, you hear someone say ‘tell me about it’ and you join in too, patting Jungkook’s leg.

“Good one,” you whisper, and he winks at you.

“Jungkook, you drive a real beauty, where did you get the matte finish done?”

“What is this? An interview? Her parents didn’t even ask me such questions when I met them,” he laughs again and the whole table chimes in, barbaric laughter surrounding you.

You pat his thigh again, his signature bunny grin making an appearance, glad to be the center of attention.

“I got the monkeys under control,” he whispers, and you chuckle again, without thinking twice you intertwine your fingers, glad that he accompanied you tonight, you don’t think anyone else would’ve been as smooth as him.

The food is being served and Jungkook is a little shocked at the portion size.

“We can get pizza after this,” you giggle, grabbing your fork and knife to cut off a small piece.

He pinches the meat between two fingers and chucks it in his mouth, it’s too late because Chohee already saw what he did.

“Jungkook,” you yank his arm, “remember your table manners,” you gesture to his fork and knife, his mouth forming a small ‘o.’

After the main course and dessert is served, you hear Jungkook whine from beside you.

“I’m still so hungry,” he whines a little too loud, catching Mrs. Ahn’s attention.

“Me too.”

You and Jungkook look at each other then back at her.

“This tiny crème burly isn’t enough for me.”

“Crème brulee,” you correct.

“Yeah this,” she points to her empty bowl.

“I thought they’ll serve us one chicken each,” Jungkook pouts.

“These JS people are stingy,” she leans in close to you and Jungkook, “they didn’t even give us any rice.”

She snorts, filling her glass with more champagne and downing it in one go.

“Is she one of the annoying bitches?”

“No,” you cough, “shush, she might hear you.”

“I like her.”

You whip your head to stare at him, “she’s married.”

“So? I said I like her, I never said I wanted to date her.”

You feel your heart begin to thump faster in your chest at his tone.

His eyebrow piercing jumps, “why? Are you jealous?”

“What? No,” you reach for your glass, taking a sip to break away from his heated gaze that makes you shift uncomfortably in your seat.

His hand returns to your thigh, the glass almost slipping from your hand when his fingers travel up your slit.

“They were looking,” his lips brushing your ear.

You both know that no one can see what’s happening under the table, but you don’t question it. Even when he keeps his hand there for the rest of the evening.

“I think we can go home now,” you yawn, walking out of the main hall with Jungkook’s hand in yours, “that’s enough mingling for one night.”

You turn around the corner, heading for the restrooms, “I need to use the restroom.”

“Okay, I’ll get the car,” he kisses your temple, making your heart clench in your chest.

Why did it feel so good to have him pretend to be more than a friend for one night?

Shaking that thought away, your heels click as you walk into the restroom. As soon as you enter, you want to turn around when you see Chohee standing at the sink, but it’s too late because she already saw you.

Trying to be as unnoticeable as possible, you stand on the opposite side of the sink, so you don’t provoke her. You pull out your pressed powder to blot your nose.

But obviously, you aren’t that lucky.

“Had a nice time, Y/N?”

“Yeah…and you?”

“I had a great time,” her high-pitched voice rings in your ears, “it was lovely to get to know your boyfriend. If only everything was true.”

You shove your compact into your bag, “what?”

“Yeah, we all know that your boyfriend is a poser. Is he even your boyfriend? I think you’d have to pay someone like him to actually date you.”

You walk around the sink to stand in front of her, ignoring her words. You can feel the blood rush to your ears.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re so stupid, you know that, did you actually think that no one visits the zoo around here? My real boyfriend recognized your circus boy. Said he took his niece there once.”

Anger coursing through you, you clench your fists, tired of letting them say whatever they want to you.

“Why do you have to be such a bitch?”

She scoffs, “I’m not a bitch, you are, for lying to all of us.”

“I’m not answerable to you about anything that happens in my life. You’re all a bunch of narcissists who make it your duty to tear other people down. If I lied to you, then that’s that. Shut the fuck up and take it. Maybe you should think about the fact that people like you need men for validation, otherwise you’re just a pathetic bitch, right? But I don’t. I know who I am, I might’ve lied but I’m not as fake as you.”

A little breathless, you storm out of the restroom then poke your head through the doorway to say one last thing, her eyes as wide as saucers.

“By the way, he might not be my boyfriend but what we do have is much more authentic than your relationship with that actor.”

You can feel the adrenaline pumping in your veins, tears streaming down your face as you walk out into the cold of the night. You aren’t crying because you’re sad, no, you’re happy because you wanted to do that for a long, long time. You know that your mascara is smeared down your cheeks with your tears. You yank the car door open and sit down with a huff.

“Woah, are you okay?”

The rush still surging through you, you place your palms on Jungkook’s cheeks and smash your lips together, a groan leaving his lips as you tilt your head to push your tongue into his mouth, he tastes sweet, like cream. Separating from him with a loud smack, his chest is heaving, pupils blown, like yours.

“I’m more than okay,” you grin.

He licks his lips, you pull away and put on your seatbelt, the fizzle in your body ebbing away as he drives off.

It’s dead silent in the car and after a few minutes, the reality of the situation hits you.

You’ve just kissed your best friend of fifteen years. What if you read everything wrong, you were faking it for this evening. What if he was so good at pretending that he even faked the tension between the two of you, his touches that went straight to your heart. A lump forms in your throat.

Wordlessly, he enters your driveway and parks the car off, then steps out to open your door for you.

“Give me your heels.”

You look a little confused, “why?”

“Your feet must hurt.”

Ignoring the way your heart beats a little faster at his request, you take off your shoes and hand it to him.

“I don’t want to walk barefoot.”

Silently, he grabs your hips and tosses you over his shoulder, you yelp and start to slam your fists on his back.

“Put me down! Jungkook! I-“

His thumb digs into your ribs, making you giggle.

“Stop it, you know- you know I’m ticklish.”

You can’t stop laughing, legs swinging as he walks up the stairs and into your room.

He throws you onto the bed and you gasp, looking up at him as you lean on your elbows.

“I want you,” he rasps.

You feel your core throb at his words, you notice that your slit has torn up to your bikini line, the black lace of your underwear being exposed.

“Jungkook, I-“

“I know you want me too,” he takes off his blazer and unbuttons his shirt, his toned skin making you salivate.

You’re about to answer but he swoops over you, pressing his body weight onto you as he suckles on your bottom lip, his palms smoothing down your hair.

“Hmmph, Jungkook,” you breathe.

He pulls away, his eyes ravenous, “what’s wrong?”

“It’s just,” you look away, thinking of how to explain to him that you’ve never actually been with someone before. You have, the sex just wasn’t enjoyable for you, the experience was mostly for the guy to enter and cum in the first few seconds. Uncaring about your pleasure.

“I know you aren’t a virgin,” you meet his gaze again, your cheeks burning up.

“Yeah I’m not, it’s just…I don’t like sex.”

“Why?”

“It’s too short and I always have to make myself…cum after,” the imploring look in his eyes making you lose all diffidence.

“Oh baby,” he sits up and yanks your hand, so your chest is pressed to his, his fingers slowly pulling the zipper of your dress down, “no one made you cum before?”

You shake your head and he tsks, a shiver running down the length of your spine when his lips touch the shell of your ear.

“You’re gonna love sex with me.”

You moan when he pulls your earlobe between his teeth, his thick scent fogging your mind, wetness pooling between your legs as he pushes the sleeve of your dress down.

“Just relax, okay, I’ll make you feel good.”

Nodding, you want to jump for joy at his promise.

He gets off the bed and pulls your dress off your body, his lust-filled eyes travelling down the length of your body.

“I always thought you were beautiful, Y/N,” his palms move up your legs, coming to rest on your inner thighs. You bite your lip, seeing his cock strain against his dress pants. He always thought?

He kisses the soft skin there, then in one swift movement, he tucks his hand under your back and flips you over, you groan as his palm digs into your scalp, pressing your face into the bed, your pussy clenching.

“Fuck, you’re soaked, Y/N,” he pulls your hips up so your ass is in line with his crotch, running a finger down your slit, making you hiss, “Do I turn you on this much?”

You whine, pushing your ass back for more of his touch.

“Hmm?”

You realize that he wants an answer, “yes.”

The sound of material tearing reaches your ears, the lace falling down next to you, your pussy being exposed to his warm breath.

“Fuck you smell so good, just wanna-“ he licks a long, hot stripe from your throbbing bud to your slit, making you moan into the covers.

His tongue is merciless, sucking your clit into his mouth, the sound and feeling of him spitting on you making your hole clench uncontrollably. His tongue moves up to swirl around your slit, mixing your juices with his saliva then shoving his tongue into you, his blunt nails digging into your ass cheeks as he massages your walls with his wet muscle, whines of his name leaving your lips from how good it feels, more of your arousal spilling out and coating his tongue.

He adds his thumb to your clit, your fingers holding on to the edge on your bed as you cry out, pushing your hips back against his face as he thrusts his tongue into you, flicking and curling against your walls. It all feels so good, no one has ever made you feel this way before, it feels so much better when he’s working you up to your orgasm instead of your own fingers.

Spitting once more, you feel it drip down your folds before he’s attacking your sopping pussy again, pushing his tongue into you while his thumb rubs your clit. The familiar heat begins to creep up on you.

“Jungkook, I’m gonna cum.”

He hums in answer, landing a smack to your ass that pushes you off the edge, your head tips back in a silent cry, spilling into his mouth, your hips moving back and forth as his tongue works into you, helping you ride out your high. You shiver when his thumb flicks your clit, a whine breaking into the thick air.

Smoothing his hands over your ass, he kisses up your back, his fingers weaving into your hair to pull your head back.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” you feel his clothed cock press between your ass cheeks, your back aching from staying in one position for too long.

“Please.”

“Please what baby?”

He unclips your strapless bra, sitting up to flip you over again, your boobs bouncing on your chest. He leans down to take your nipple into his mouth, his hand coming up to knead the other one, thumb flicking over it. You push your fingers into his hair, opening your eyes to see that he still has his shirt and pants on. He suckles on your nipple, making sounds in the back of his throat as he pulls your other erect bud between his index and ring finger, his middle finger rubbing on it, mewls escaping your lips.

“Jungkook,” you moan, his teeth tugging at your nipple as he looks up at you, the sight making a fresh wave of arousal leak out of you.

He shrugs off his shirt and unzips his pants, pulling it off then throwing it across the room along with his boxer briefs.

Sitting up so your chest is pressed to his, you cover his mouth with yours, moving your lips over his then kissing down his jaw, peppering more all over his neck then taking the skin between your teeth, suckling on it. He groans, purple blooming in each spot you attack.

Kissing down his chest, you look up at him as you suckle on the skin below his navel, your hand coming up to stroke the underside of his thick cock.

He grips your hair and pulls you off the bed, you hiss in pain as he positions you in front of him on your knees. His eyes are half-lidded, his throat being exposed as he tips his head back when you suckle on the head of his cock, the taste of his precum swirling into your mouth as your tongue flicks against his frenulum. Enclosing your lips around the head, you wrap your fingers around the base of his dick and push him into your mouth, your tongue rubbing the underside and pressing into the roof of your mouth.

You place both your palms on his thighs and take him to the back of your throat, gagging once then pulling back to take a gulp of air, earning a string of curses from him.

Holding eye contact with him, you take in his length and hold him at the back of your throat, swallowing once then pulling him out, spit and precum smearing all over your cheeks and chin. He places both his hands on your head, tangling his fingers in your hair as he pushes his hips forward. Sucking your cheeks in, you let him fuck your throat, inhaling through your nostrils as tears begin to paint your cheeks from how hard the tip of his cock is hitting the back of your throat, the expression of pure bliss on his making it all worth it.

“Fuck Y/N, fuck. Letting me fuck your tight throat like this.”

You hum, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth as your tongue presses against his throbbing length, your hand coming up to massage his balls.

“Shit shit, wait,” he pulls out of you but you keep your tongue on the underside of his head, the tip of your tongue flicking the frenulum, he pulls your head back and chuckles, an innocent expression on your face as you look up at him.

“Need to fuck you,” he pulls you up again and pushes you back onto the bed, lips attached to yours, feeling his sticky and hot cock press against your stomach.

Stroking himself, you both watch the way his head slowly disappears into you, your eyes fluttering shut when he bottoms out, groaning as he holds himself up on his elbows.

“You are so fucking tight, baby.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, “fuck me please.”

With another breathless chuckle, he draws his hips back then pounds into you, his hips smacking against yours while your head bumps into your headboard. He puts his hand over the top of your head and sets a slow place, his cock dragging in and out of you while your breath gets knocked out of your lungs when he brushes that sensitive spot inside of you.

His gaze doesn’t waver as he starts to pick up the pace, he sits up and grabs your legs to throw them over his shoulders, the new position allowing for him to hit deeper inside of you, making your eyes roll back, biting down on your lips from how good it feels.

“Let me hear you Y/N.”

He stills for a moment and you take the time to catch your breath, then he’s drilling his cock into you again, relentless with each thrust, your walls clenching around him, the loud squelching telling you how wet you are. His skin is dusted with pink, eyes shut as his cock moves in and out, your ridged walls squeezing him in.

His index and middle finger starts to rub your clit and your back arches off the bed, your moans becoming more high-pitched with each thrust, the pressure building in your abdomen. His fingers rub back and forth, your body spasming as your feel your walls close up around him, your second high of the night making you laugh tiredly.

“Fuuuuuck,” he pulls out of you and you watch him rub his palm over the length of his cock, his fist holding the base as he spills onto your stomach, deep, guttural moans breaking from his chest, your fingers tracing his sweaty abs.

With a loud sigh, he flops down next to you, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you close, “I wanted to do that since forever.”

Your heart rate begins to pick up at his confession, “really?”

“Yes,” he tucks a sweaty strand behind your ear, “can you tell me why you were crying when you came to the car?”

You poke the space between his pecs, “oh, uhm, everyone kind of knows that you work at the zoo. So this was all for nothing.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I’m not really an investment banker.”

You eyes flicker to his face, seeing his lips in a thin line, eyes a little empty.

“I said I don’t care. I told Chohee, which kind of means I told the whole office, that what we have is not as fake as what she has with that actor.”

“You did?”

His eyes sparkle to life, his palm rubbing down your back as he smiles at you.

“Yes, what we have is special and I guess what happened today wasn’t all for nothing.”

Giggling, you run your fingers through his hair, heart bursting with affection for the man in front of you.

“You know that I love you Y/N, I realized that the day you got your first boyfriend.”

Burying your face in his chest, you kiss his collarbone, “more than Dea?”

“What?”

“You love me more than Dea?”

He laughs and pulls you into his arms, your sticky bodies rubbing against each other. You grimace when you feel his cum begin to dry on your stomach.

“Yes, I love you more than Dea.”

He tips your chin up with his index finger to place a sweet, lingering kiss on your lips. One that seems to send shockwaves throughout your body, one that makes you feel like you’ve found the missing piece that you didn’t even notice was lost.

He clears his throat.

“Just don’t tell her that.”

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The danger of being double biased. These two are literally evil for this.

double attack

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