I Have Some Fic Ideas

I have some fic ideas…

Something like the movie The Holiday with two girls switching houses for the holidays. I thought it could be two separate stories from the perspective of each girl. One with JK as the love interest and one with Jimin as the love interest. Just have to decide which guy fits better with which storyline.

And another idea where JK is long time friends with OC and she is a recent new single mom and struggling with her post baby body and in an attempt to make her feel better he ends up accidentally confessing his feelings 🤭

Too much?

Holy…shit… I am shook beyond comprehension. The power of that writing. I actually feel like I learned a few things about writing smut while I was reading this, including the power of repeating a word or phrase to convey a feeling or emotion. I think I often forget the lessons I learned in college from poetry about rhythm in words, and then I read this and it’s like…oh yeah…

Very well done. Very sexy. Very Yoongi. Loved it!

three tangerines (m) | myg

title: three tangerines pairing: yoongi x reader rating/genre: m ; smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brother’s older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong… and this wasn’t a conversation for anyone sweet or smart. (loosely based off one part of “the window” by silvershine) warnings: pov switch (just one), age gap implied, cursing, dirty talk, choking, hair pulling, thigh riding, oral (m/f rec), sl*t/wh*re mentions, spanking, size kink, hand kink, pussy slapping, penetration, protected sex, rough sex, fingering, breast play, slight ass play, daechwita yoongi should be a warning in itself.. i think that’s it? he keeps the chains on so there’s that, too lmao note: this is a super late birthday present for the wonderful @sketchguk​ <3 ily, teresa and i hope you have fun with this one lololol. and thank you endlessly to @taesinferno​ @chateautae​ and @lavienjin for being angel betas! you all mean the world to me and you know i got you if you need anything in return. note 2: ALSO.. thank you all so much for the level of interest bc that taglist was popping. i did not expect that turnout (or to laugh so much at all of your answers and screams LOL) so you gave me incredible motivation to keep writing. i’m also trying something new which you will see if you get to the end. seriously, ty ty!  total word count: 12k drop date: november 16th, 2021, 7:17pm est

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When Yoongi told you he would be there if you needed anything, this isn’t what he had in mind.

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Oh man. 🤭

The drama continues! Love this story! Definitely team JK, sorry not sorry. I really really love reading this and love the level headed nature of the protagonist, even if she totally screwed up at the end of this chapter. At least she’s not swept up in the fantasy. Like, she actually is considering what is best for her-the scorching romance or the dependable, stable relationship. Makes it more relatable. JK’s pull is undeniable tho and I would be in the same state - forgetting everything else exists when in JKs presence (except In addition, I would have had no problem saying “peace ✌️” to Jin and jumping on JK at my earliest convenience).

Also, Um… the whole-he can’t touch you like I can-thing was 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

That was probably more than my already tortured brain can handle after the concert last night lol. But I’m a glutton for punishment so…🤷‍♀️

Paradise | JJK - Four

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

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

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: brief mention of alcohol-induced sickness, swearing, kissing, fingering, orgasms

Word Count: 6.8K

Disclaimer: 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: Still overwhelmed by the love y'all have given me for this story. The slow burn has been simmering for a while, hasn't it? Let's just crank that heat up a bit. 🔥

Unbeta'd as usual. Taglist is always open, as is my inbox - I'd love to hear what you think! 💕

Previous Chapter ♦︎ Masterlist

Pain. That was what Saturday brought you. So much pain.

You woke in mid-afternoon, head pounding, mouth dry, stomach roiling. Lying in bed, you tried to recall how you'd ended up in such a state. But you could only remember slivers of your night, flickering by in brief vignettes.

Cocktails. Jungkook smiling at you. More cocktails. Jin making you laugh. Wine. Jungkook whispering in your ear. More wine. Jin saying good night. And then... music? And a cherry blossom tree?

Gingerly, you sat up, glancing at the clock on your nightstand, and noticed that a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin sat there. As you reached for both, the memory suddenly hit you.

Holy shit. Had you really stormed into Jungkook's apartment and yelled at him?

God, you were such an asshole.

You groaned as your stomach lurched violently and dashed to your bathroom just in time to avoid making a mess. Fuck. You hadn't gotten sick from drinking in years. Why on earth did you have so much wine last night? You didn’t even like it!

Cheek pressed against the cold tiles of your bathroom floor, you attempted to reassemble the memories of your evening. Like putting together a puzzle, but the pieces were blurry, and the edges frayed. You remembered having a great time with Jin. And before that, Jungkook. And Taehyung? Yes, he'd been there too, at the bar, while you were waiting. Looking like a dream, from what you could picture in your mind. All of them had, honestly. You seemed to be drowning in gorgeous men lately.

There was an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach, not related to the illness you felt from too much alcohol. It had to do with something Jungkook had said to you.

But what was it?

After several minutes, you gave up, clambering off the floor and dragging yourself into the kitchen. Spotting a lone electrolyte water in the fridge, you thanked whatever deity was listening and shuffled to the living room, intending to spend the afternoon recuperating by laying on the couch like a sloth and watching tv.

As you crossed your apartment, something white caught your eye. A piece of paper, lying in front of your door. You flipped it over.

Your own face stared back at you, etched in shades of gray and black. Mouth slightly open, with one hand raised, finger pointing off the page, you appeared to be in mid-sentence, like you were admonishing the viewer. Yet your eyes seemed soft, peering at you with an expression of almost wonder.

You'd never seen yourself like this before. You couldn't believe that anyone did.

In the corner of the page was a note:

Hope you're feeling ok. I wanted to apologize for last night. I had too much to drink at Dionysus and said some things I shouldn't have. I'm sorry if I crossed a line.

P.S. See? I wasn't lying, you're cute when you're mad.

- Jungkook

Jungkook. The cherry blossom tree. Right, he was an artist. You’d learned this about him last night, when you'd given him an earful. Of, uh... fuck, what did you say to him?

No more wine for you.

Slumping onto your couch, you studied every line of the drawing, every little detail, like the delicate way he’d inked the curl of your lashes, or how he’d captured the loose strands of your hair that framed your face. This had to have taken him hours. Had he stayed up all night, working on this?

And his note. The bit about saying things he shouldn't have said. What was he talking about? Snippets of your conversation at the bar replayed in your head. He'd called you beautiful, you remembered that clearly, face warming even just in memory, but what else could he be referring to?

You closed your eyes, sighing.

"...definitely couldn't make you cum."

Ah, right.

Your eyes snapped open as it came back to you. The way he'd held you as he'd laughed and mocked Jin. You reread the note. Of course. Jungkook had been drunk. He'd been teasing you again, and the things he’d said had just been the result of too much to drink. He’d taken it too far, and he felt bad.

Obviously, Jisoo was wrong. Jungkook wasn’t attracted to you. He just liked to play with you. Rile you up. And why not? You were easy pickings. Never took much to get a rise out of you. Clearly he’d more than succeeded, if you’d been so wound up by his words that you’d actually yelled at him.

You sighed, wishing you knew what you’d said. All you could remember was being mad.

Should you apologize to him, for the way you'd barged in and berated him? You hated the thought of him thinking you were rude. That wasn’t how you usually acted, but you’d been so… keyed up last night. Not to mention Drunk with a capital D. Without knowing exactly what you'd said to Jungkook, though, you weren't sure. Besides, you weren't in the best condition at the moment.

Your head throbbed. No more thinking. You needed to rest and rehydrate. Stumbling to your bedroom for more aspirin, you carried the sketch with you, placing it on your nightstand. Would it be weird to frame it? Maybe. But you still might.

Minutes into a “Be Still My Heart” episode, you passed out on your couch.

When you woke hours later, your stomach was no longer rumbling and your head no longer ached, but you didn’t feel any more rested than when you’d awoken earlier that day. Still, it was an improvement, so you got up, showered, and threw on a pair of cozy pajama pants and a racerback tank top that read “Financial Analysts Do It With Models.” Nothing like starting the day at - you glanced at the clock - Jesus, at 7 pm.

No. More. Wine. EVER.

You ate some dry toast - your gut might have settled but you weren’t taking any chances - and curled up on the couch again, flipping aimlessly through your streaming queue.

The group text thread was blowing up your phone, all your friends wanting details about your dinner at Dionysus, but you didn’t have the emotional bandwidth to have that conversation at the moment - especially since you still couldn’t recall half the night. So you fired off a quick “too hungover to function” text with a promise to chat tomorrow, silenced your phone, and slid it into your pocket

A sweet tenor began serenading you through the wall.

Fine, maybe he wasn’t actually serenading you, but you were definitely enjoying the sound of Jungkook’s singing as it drifted across your apartment, his crystal-clear voice effortlessly traversing a tricky melody.

And it carried with it a memory, of you asking Jungkook what the fuck his deal was.

You sat up with a start as the last puzzle pieces shifted into place. Oh god, you’d marched right over to his apartment and asked him what his deal was and what he was playing at and…

And then you’d gotten completely distracted by how unbelievably hot he was and completely derailed yourself.

Flopping dramatically onto your back, you pressed a throw pillow into your face to muffle a pained groan. Well, it could’ve been worse, what you’d said to him. Mercifully, your inability to focus had kept you from making a total ass of yourself.

You’d just made an incomplete ass of yourself instead. Partial. Maybe half.

As you laid there, reliving the fragmented memories over and over, a sour feeling in the pit of your stomach nagged at you. Not from the gallons of alcohol you’d imbibed or the toast threatening to make a reappearance. It was guilt.

You couldn’t imagine what he must’ve thought of you after last night. To have someone just stomp into your apartment and start yelling? You’d immediately call them an asshole.

You didn’t want to be the asshole neighbor.

Fuck, your conscience really wasn’t going to let you rest until you made amends, was it?

Heaving yourself off of your couch with a weary sigh, you headed for your neighbor’s apartment to set things right.

The music cut off at the sound of your knocking, and you were hit with a sensation of déjà vu. It only amplified when Jungkook opened the door, clad in black sweats, looking contrite.

“Sorry, were you trying to sleep? I can turn the music down,” he apologized by way of greeting.

You shook your head. “No, the music’s fine. I just - can I come in?”

Jungkook nodded, stepping aside to let you enter, and again you felt like you were reliving the same moment. There was the sleek black furniture, the easel in the corner, the paint supplies strewn about - everything was the same as last night. Except for one thing - the cherry blossom tree was gone, replaced by a fresh, blank canvas.

Jungkook gestured to his couch, but you shook your head. You wanted to keep this short, eat crow as quickly as possible. You hovered near the door as he sat down.

“I’m a little surprised to see you up. Kinda thought you might sleep the day away,” he grinned, nose wrinkling slightly. His dark hair was tucked up into a little ponytail, looking exactly like you’d dreamed the night after you’d seen him dance at Paradise. Like your dream was a premonition.

(If only.)

You flushed, mindlessly fiddling with the drawstrings on your pants. “I just woke up a little while ago,” you admitted. You glanced back at the easel. “I’m not interrupting you, am I?”

“Oh, no. I always have that set up there,” he explained. “I’m not doing anything right now. I have to work tonight. No time to paint.”

“Ah. Well, I won’t take up too much of your time, anyway. I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” He cocked his head. “For?”

“For barreling in here last night and yelling at you. It was rude of me.”

He blinked. “You’re apologizing… to me?”

You nodded. “Well, yeah. I mean, I just pushed my way in here and started screaming at you. I feel awful about that. And I don’t want you to think less of me.”

He was silent for a moment, eyes scanning your face as if searching for something. “How much do you remember about last night?”

You pursed your lips. “Enough of it to know I acted like a jerk.”

“That’s not what I mean. Dionysus. How much do you remember from there?”

“Oh. I remember hanging out at the bar with you. And Taehyung.” You smiled. “I think he and I are best friends now, unless that was just a wine-induced hallucination.”

Jungkook grinned. “Nope, that is true. Lucky for him, not so sure about you.” His expression shifted, becoming serious again. “Is that all?”

“No.” You hesitated for a moment. “I know you made fun of Jin, my date. You said some pretty nasty things about him.”

“But you know exactly what I said?” Again, you felt like he was examining you, and you weren’t sure what he was looking for.

“Yes. I remember.”

“Then there’s nothing for you to apologize for,” he stated. “You were right to yell at me. You were on a date, and I was disrespectful. And I’m sorry.”

“Oh, no, Jungkook,” you objected, shaking your head. He shouldn’t be the one asking for forgiveness. “I got your note. Thank you, by the way.” Your face heated as you gave him a shy smile. “The sketch is amazing. I… well, I’m incredibly flattered by it, to be honest. I could tell you were talented from your painting last night, but to make me look like that takes real skill.”

Something flitted across Jungkook’s face too quickly for you to catch it.

“But you explained everything,” you continued without hesitation. “I know you enjoy teasing me. I admit I’m a fairly easy mark, the way I get worked up so quickly, as you saw the other day in my apartment, and again last night. I understand what happened. You were drunk at Dionysus, you didn’t mean the things you said. I appreciate you apologizing, but this is about me. I shouldn’t have invaded your space and shouted at you like that.”

A minute passed, and he said nothing, just observed you with those doe eyes. You felt a nervous need to say something, anything, to fill the silence, but before you could begin to babble, he finally spoke. “No.”

You frowned, brow furrowing. “No?” No, what?

“No.” He stood and took a step towards you. “No, you don’t understand. I did mean it.”

He kept walking towards you, and you backed up until you hit the door behind you. You were lost. “You meant what?”

“All of it.” He was standing a breath’s width away now, peering down at you with an intensity you vaguely recognized but couldn’t quite place. “I meant every word I said to you. Yes, I was drunk, but I wasn’t just rambling. I was trying to say what I was thinking.”

Those lips. Those perfectly pink lips. Déjà vu again. You couldn’t stop staring, even as you struggled to comprehend what he was telling you. His mouth was so distractingly close.

“What… you were thinking?” you echoed dumbly.

“Yeah.” He bit his lip, contemplating his next words, and you watched as he worried the plump flesh between his teeth. Jesus, you were practically hypnotized by the motion, and you forced yourself to look away, gazing into his eyes instead.

That seemed to give him whatever it was he needed to speak again.

“I was jealous. Of your date.” His eyes flickered to your lips and back, as he stammered. “But I - I couldn’t tell you that. So I mocked him instead. What I was trying to say… what I wanted to say was… was ....”

He trailed off, and you waited breathlessly, heart pounding, until you couldn’t take it anymore. “Was? Was what?”

“I wanted to say… he couldn’t touch you like I could.”

A hand, on your hip.

“He couldn’t make you scream, make you cum the way I could.”

Fingers, gripping.

“He wasn’t worthy of you. Because there was no way he could worship you like I could. Like I want to.” The timbre of his voice dropped, a low rumble that shot straight through you. “If you’ll let me.”

“Jungkook,” you protested feebly, head reeling, as his other hand tipped your face up, bringing your mouth so close to his.

So, so close.

The hand grasping your side was squeezing so hard, you were sure to bruise, but you didn’t care.

“Please let me,” he whispered, and you leapt across the space between you, crushing your lips against his.

Jungkook kissed you back fiercely, tongue plunging, teeth nipping, pushing you against the door as he slotted a leg between yours. You whimpered into his mouth, and that encouraged him to run his hand down your thigh and grip behind your knee, yanking your leg up to wrap around him.

A tiny voice inside your head declared that this was too much, too fast, begging you to slow down. But your body was fully in control, reacting instinctively to Jungkook’s caresses, and you weren’t stopping now.

Keening, you locked your arms around his neck, using his wide shoulders to anchor yourself while you balanced on one leg. His hair came loose, dark curls tumbling out of his ponytail, and your fingers tugged at the thick strands at his nape. Jungkook let out a needy whine, pressing himself against you, and you broke the kiss, moaning his name at the tantalizing sensation.

You’d never been kissed like this before. Every inch of you burned from Jungkook’s touch. Like a moth drawn to a flame, you yearned to let him engulf you until you turned to ash.

Jungkook’s fingers danced along your waist, dipping underneath the band of your pajama pants, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “Can I?”

That little voice screamed now, shouting at you to stop, breathe, think for a moment, but you told it to shut the fuck up.

You kissed him again, nose bumping his as you nodded.

With your leg still raised, hooked around his thick thigh, you were open to him. He traced lightly over your folds, swirling the slickness there, letting out a debauched groan at feeling how ready for him you were, so quickly. You bucked against him slightly, urging him on, and he answered your silent entreaty, slipping one long finger inside.

You were so wet that he met no resistance, and you sighed happily as he crooked his digit, stroking you just right.

His mouth roamed, exhaling hot air against your ear before sliding his tongue along the ridge. As he did this, he also slid a second finger inside you.

“Fuck!” you gasped, surprised by the sudden addition. He began to pump his fingers in and out, fucking you fast, and your head dropped, resting on his shoulder, as you started to pant. “Jungkook!”

He simply grunted, licking along your neck, as he continued to thrust his fingers rapidly. The sound of his filthy ministrations filled the room, a lewd squelching joined by soft whispers as he nuzzled his nose into your ear and murmured quiet words of praise, like an invocation. His palm ground against your clit, and you jolted, overwhelmed, letting out a cry as you came.

Your orgasm hit you so unexpectedly, so powerfully, that you thrashed, twisting in Jungkook’s grip, and your leg fell from around his waist. Your phone was jostled from your pocket and hit the ground, landing face up. Jungkook removed his fingers, releasing you from his hold, and as you bent to retrieve your phone, you saw you had a missed message from earlier:

Seokjin (7:27): Feeling ok today? I have a surefire hangover cure if you need it

Jin, being sweet and checking up on you. Jin, the man you went on a date with last night. Jin, whom you’d invited up last night, who would maybe be knuckle deep inside you right now instead of Jungkook if you hadn’t been so drunk.

Fuck. Guilt came roaring back, driving your euphoric bliss away and settling in the pit of your stomach again.

What the fuck were you doing?

You hurriedly stuffed your phone back into your pocket as you straightened up.

Jungkook was breathing heavily, eyes darkened, that intense look on his face once again making you shiver. As you watched, he brought his tattooed hand to his lips and sucked his fingers into his mouth, tongue swirling to collect every drop.

“Hmm. As sweet as I imagined.”

Jesus Christ. You had to get out of there.

If you didn’t leave right now, you were definitely going to fuck him, and as amazing as you were sure that would be, it wouldn’t help your befuddled brain at all.

“Jungkook, I - “

“I just wish we had more time.” He glanced at his watch. “Shit. I’m later than I thought.”

There was your out.

“Oh, fuck, I’m sorry, I should leave,” you blurted, reaching for the door.

“Whoa!”

His fingers wrapped around your wrist, gently prying it off the doorknob, pulling you back to face him. He looked abashed. “I’m not trying to kick you out. You know that, right?”

He seemed genuinely worried that you thought he was trying to get rid of you. Goddamn it, why did he have to be so sweet?

“I know,” you nodded.

“Okay. We’ll just… have to finish this another time.”

There was that cute little bunny smile that you loved so much. The transformation was astounding. How the hell could he fingerfuck you like that and then turn into this shy guy again?

“Another time,” you chirped, trying desperately to escape. You needed space. You needed to think.

You needed to figure out what the hell you were doing.

“Promise?” he implored, hand grasping your chin gently so your gaze met his.

His wide eyes would be the death of you.

“Promise,” you breathed.

You weren’t sure if that was a lie or not.

Jungkook leaned in and brushed his mouth against yours. “See you around, neighbor,” he exhaled softly, a ghost of a smirk dancing across his lips.

It took all your strength to peel yourself off the door and leave.

**********

Collapsing onto your couch, you whipped out your phone.

(7:47): 🆘🆘🆘🆘🆘

(7:47): NEED HELP

Bestie 😇 (7:49): What’s going on???

You quickly sent her a video chat request.

Jennie’s face popped onto your screen, alarm etched onto her pretty features. “What is going on?” she squeaked. “You NEVER want to be on video!”

“Jennieeeeee,” you wailed, propping your phone on your table so she could see your face while you laid on your side, looking as pathetic as you felt. “I’m in pain, and I don’t know what to do!”

You quickly filled her in on your date at Dionysus, leaving nothing out. At least, nothing that you remembered - there were still some slight gaps left that all that booze had erased. But you felt sure that you recalled all the important moments now.

Jennie didn’t interrupt, but her face went on an incredible journey as she listened, from surprised at Jungkook’s appearance, to elated at Jin’s charm, to absolutely appalled at Jungkook’s comments, and ending with bubbly giggles at Jin’s goodbye.

“Okay, wow, no wonder you are hurting today!” Jennie cackled once you’d paused to take a breath. “You know wine is not your friend!”

“That’s not the source of my pain, and that’s not the end of my night, Jennie,” you informed her dryly.

“But you said Jin went home? It sounds to me like you had an amazing time, minus the vulgar interruption from your neighbor. I can’t believe he said those things to you!”

“Yeah, I couldn’t believe it either. That’s why I confronted him.”

Jennie’s eyebrows shot up. “You? Miss I Don’t Do Confrontation? Aren’t you the one who once hated their lazy lab partner so much that, rather than just call them on their refusal to help, you dropped the entire biology course?!”

You rolled your eyes. “There’s no need to rehash that incident again, but I would like to remind you that I changed my major right after that, so I didn’t even need that class after all.” This was the problem with a best friend who remembered everything: she remembered everything. “But look - I was incredibly drunk! Thanks to all that wine, my anger managed to override my natural instincts, including my tendency to avoid, um, everything.”

“Fine. So what happened?”

“I banged on Jungkook’s door and demanded that he let me in. I accused him of playing games and asked him what his deal was.” You winced. “I think I even called him Bambi to his face.”

“What did he say??”

“Well, he didn’t really respond, because I kept getting distracted. I mentioned I was super drunk, right?” You sighed. “He’s an artist, Jennie. He had this painting of a cherry blossom tree… it was so lovely. I wish I had a photo of it that I could send to you, because I can’t describe his talent with words.”

Jennie tipped her head, considering. “So you didn’t get any answers from him because you got distracted by a painting?”

You made a face. “Um, no, it wasn’t just the painting. It was also… his face. I got sidetracked by how handsome he is.”

“You what?”

“I got distracted by his gorgeous fucking face and he ended up walking me back to my apartment and put me to bed, because, once again, I cannot stress just how fucking drunk I was!”

Jennie cracked up so loudly that you heard a voice in the background drone, “What is so funny?” A handsome face appeared over her shoulder, cat-like eyes blinking languidly.

“Hey Yoongi,” you waved.

“Hey,” Yoongi replied. “Nice shirt.” Then he drifted away.

“Man of few words, as always,” you commented.

“Yeah, I’m a lucky gal,” Jennie grinned. “Anyway, let me see if I’m following this correctly. You went over to yell at Jungkook for being a jerk at Dionysus and ended up, what - swooning over his cute little doe eyes? And instead of him defending himself or fighting back, he took care of you? And now you’re upset about it?” The camera angle suddenly tilted as she mirrored your pose, lying on her bed. “Babe, I bet that’s guilt. Remember how you felt any time we fought? You were always the first to apologize.”

She knew you way too well.

“I did feel guilty when I woke up this morning. Or this evening, actually. I slept most of the day away because, again, drunk. But, uh, that’s not what has me freaking out right now.”

“Oh my god, you are killing me with this story. Then what is it??”

You inhaled deeply and closed your eyes, huffing the words out in one big whoosh. “I went over there a few minutes ago to apologize and Jungkook told me not to, because he was jealous of Jin and said he wanted me to worship me and then he kissed me and pushed me up against his door and fingerbanged me into the most intense orgasm I’ve had in months.”

Silence. You cracked an eye open. Jennie’s image was frozen.

“Oh shit, Jennie, I think you’re frozen. Let me call you ba- ”

“He WHAT?!”

Jennie’s mouth was a perfect O as she stared at you, and you covered your face with your hands.

“He fingerfucked me. Oh my god, Jennie, it was so good, he got me off so fast. Like embarrassingly fast, I went from dry to dripping in nanoseconds, and I nearly climbed him right then and there but he had to get to work. So I ran back here and called you, because while Jungkook was fingering me, Jin was texting me.”

“Oh my god, babe, your neighbor is a goddamn demon.” Jennie shrieked, dropping out of frame as she rolled with laughter. She reappeared after a few seconds, wiping her eyes. “You mean to tell me that not only did he not apologize for saying those vile things to you while you were on a date, not only did he reject your apology, but he then seduced you? Wow.”

“It’s not funny,” you insisted weakly.

“Sorry, but it kind of is. God, I wish Jisoo were here. She’d be dying, too.”

“Sure, let’s all laugh at my pain.”

Jennie ignored your melodramatic whining. “Honestly, after experiencing him in motion at Paradise, and then hearing your shower story, and now this, I’m convinced Bambi might be an incubus in disguise or something.”

You sighed. “Anyway, you’re not quite right. I mean, Jungkook did apologize - did I not mention that? Oh!” You jumped up, grabbed your phone, and ran to your bedroom. “I do have some of his art that I can show you.”

“Wait, why are we back to talking about art?”

“Hold on, just check this out.” You held the sketch up, giving her a few minutes to examine it.

“Oh, wow. He really captured you so well.” Jennie's voice softened as she studied the drawing.

“He took some artistic liberties.”

Jennie glared. “You’re beautiful, and I won’t hear otherwise. You have the proof right there!” She paused. “Not to mention you have two hot as fuck men fighting over you. Jungkook really said he was jealous?”

“Yeah.” You bit your lip, putting the sketch down and laid down on your bed. “So he apologized, and admitted jealousy, and… and I don’t know what to think now.”

“He said he wanted you, right?”

“To worship me,” you corrected her. “He wanted to worship me.”

“What the hell does that mean? Like, he wants to fuck you? How long does this “worship” last - one night?”

“I don’t know,” you repeated, shrugging. “I’m not sure if he’s just out to fuck me. He seemed pretty sweet after he got me off. Like, I tried to rush out of there, but he stopped me. He wanted me to promise we’d continue... whatever that was.”

“He made you promise?”

“Yeah.”

"Hmmm." Jennie frowned. “Why were you running out of there?”

“Uh, because I saw Jin’s text, and I needed to think. Being around Jungkook… it’s hard to think straight.” “Oh, I am aware. My brain is still a little scrambled from my lapdance!” Jennie smirked. “But what did Jin want? Was he asking you out again?”

“He was checking up on me. He wanted to know how I’m feeling today.”

“That’s because Jin is a total sweetheart! He’d be so good for you.”

“I know.”

“Look, I know I’m biased, but I really think Jin is the better man here. There’s no head games with him. He’s not swanning around half-naked to tease you, or whispering wild words in your ear. He’s honest and upfront. Safe. Everything you could want from a partner!”

Her words weren’t anything you hadn’t already considered. You knew that Jin was a dream come true for someone looking for the perfect partner.

Was that someone still you?

Because even if you were still a little hazy on bits of last night, you couldn’t recall Jin ever making your pulse race the way Jungkook did. And until Jungkook had touched you, had made you fall apart the way he did, you hadn’t let yourself think for one second that you could have him.

So what did you want - the perfect partner or the burning flame?

Your head was starting to ache again.

“Are you still with me, babe, or did you freeze?”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I’m here. Just thinking.”

“Oh, that’s what that sound was. The gears turning.” “Ha,” you intoned lifelessly.

“I’m sorry. I’m not sure I’ve done much to help you here.”

“No, you have. Just talking it out helps.”

She hummed. “So, what are you going to do now?”

“I guess I should text Jin back, to start.”

"And what about Jungkook?"

You exhaled noisily. "I don’t know."

"I just don't want to see you get hurt."

You knew that. Jennie only wanted to see you happy.

Jungkook's face hung in your mind, the way he'd looked at you when you'd made your promise. Your gut told you he was being sincere in that moment.

But your gut had been wrong before. And your heart had paid the price.

"I know. I’ll figure it out.”

You must’ve sounded more confident than you felt, because Jennie believed you. After hanging up, you stared at the drawing on your nightstand until you drifted off to sleep.

**********

You dreamt of dark eyes and lithe fingers, and a voice whispering “Please let me.”

**********

Sunday morning, you were resolved.

You called Jin.

He answered by calling out your name in delight. “To what do I owe this early morning pleasure?”

You’d slept straight through the night and woken up early (for you) for once, around eight. After lying in bed for a while, again pouring over the events of the previous two evenings, obsessing over every word, every action, you came to a decision.

You needed to give Jin a fair shot.

Too much of your date was a drunken blur. And though last night, you’d believed that Jin couldn’t drive you wild the way Jungkook could, the truth was, he really hadn’t had the chance yet.

So who were you to deny a devastatingly handsome man the opportunity to knock your socks off?

(Only if he wanted to, of course. Sock knocking had to be consensual.)

“Hey, Jin. I wanted to know if you were free today?”

It turned out Jin had plans in your part of town (a dinner meeting - you idly wondered if there was ever day when he didn’t have a meeting scheduled), so he agreed to come over and watch a movie in the afternoon - with the caveat that you let him make you his famous peanut butter caramel popcorn in exchange for hosting the date. Like you were going to argue with a professional chef offering to cook for you.

That’s how you found yourself sitting at your dining table, watching with glee as Jin took over your kitchen. He bustled around the tiny space, tall frame stooping as he dug around for cookware and utensils, with a helpful point or two from you.

“This seems insanely complicated for popcorn,” you remarked, eyeing all of the ingredients as Jin pulled them out of his shopping bag. Given how your cabinets were typically barren, he’d had to pick up all the necessities on his way over.

“It’s not so bad,” he replied. “You just cook the popcorn on the stovetop, then prepare the caramel peanut butter sauce, then combine the two and bake for an hour. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.” “Couldn’t you use microwave popcorn and save yourself some time and effort?”

Jin looked affronted. “Microwave popcorn? Excuse me?”

You giggled. “Or what if you just got that caramel sauce they sell at stores - the stuff for ice cream sundaes - and poured that over the microwave popcorn? Instead of mixing all that - what is that, brown sugar and butter and whatever else you’ve got there?”

“One more terrible suggestion and I’m banishing you from the kitchen.”

“Sorry, chef.”

Jin took his eye off of the popping corn for a second to peer at you, eyebrow raised suggestively. “All right, you can stay if you keep calling me ‘chef.”

“Yes, chef. I’ll be good, chef,” you purred sweetly.

Noting the way his back straightened in response to your words, you filed that info away for later.

Jin appeared to be treating you to a private performance of his cooking series, telling stories, cracking jokes, and even giving you a brief explainer on the science behind caramelization. You were rapt, hanging on every word, mesmerized by how effortless he made it look. No wonder he was so in-demand - he put on a good show.

Your front row seat also allowed you to admire his beauty up close. Sure, he’d been just as handsome last night, but you were viewing him through a sober lens now, which meant you could appreciate him better. Wavy brown hair hung loosely in his face, skimming dark brows that moved animatedly when he spoke. His warm brown eyes sparkled when he glanced at you, crinkling merrily when he guffawed at his own jokes, and you kept catching yourself staring at his dazzling smile.

Jisoo was absolutely going to die of jealousy when you filled her in later.

Jin insisted on doing the dishes after the popcorn went into the oven, and again, you weren’t going to tell him ‘no.’

“So, is this how you got into cooking? Making elaborate snacks for your friends?”

“Nope. I started cooking solely to charm women.” He winked as he dried his hands, grabbing an oven mitt to check on the popcorn.

“Ah. And how is that going?”

He opened the oven door, waving his hand to waft the mouth-watering scent of salty sweet caramel towards you. “You tell me.” You were practically drooling. “So far, so good.”

The movie you’d chosen was a recent romcom Jennie had raved about. Jin had struck you as the type of guy to enjoy a silly romance flick. Your hunch was correct. His delightful honk of a laugh filled your apartment as the afternoon flew by.

Hanging out with Jin was so easy. You felt completely relaxed, sitting next to him on your couch, giggling at his reactions more than at the movie itself. He was an active spectator, cackling and gasping and shouting at the two leads as they blundered their way through an increasingly ridiculous series of obstacles meant to keep them apart until the final scene, when they declared their love.

“Ah, that was great!” Jin exclaimed as the credits rolled. He propped his elbow on the back of the couch, leaning his head on his hand as he looked at you. “You know, I was a little worried for a while there that they wouldn’t end up together.”

“Really?”

Jin snorted. “No, of course not! Films like this always end the same way, with a dramatic confession of love. They’re so predictable.”

You laughed, devouring a handful of popcorn. Jin’s hard work had paid off deliciously. “But that’s the beauty of these movies! You know exactly where they’re heading. There’s always a happy ending.” You sighed. “If only life were like that.”

Jin tossed some popcorn into the air, catching it in his mouth. “Would you really want your life to be like that? Predictable?” He chucked another piece and you giggled as it bounced off his nose.

“If it means I’ll end up living happily ever after?” You shrugged. “Doesn’t sound so bad to me.”

“I don’t know,” he mused. “Surprises can be nice. Chance encounters, unexpected pleasures - these are the things that make life worth living, to me. I get to travel because of what I do, and meet so many people, experience different cultures, discover new food - my life is an adventure and I never know where it will take me next.” He grinned. “I don’t know where I’ll end up all the time, but I’m still happy, because I enjoy the journey along the way.”

“Well, when you put it like that…” you trailed off as Jin laughed.

He made it sound so thrilling, living without knowing where the moment would take him. Your whole life was about knowing the next move, trying to plan everything out to reach the predicted outcome. The desired result.

Maybe you should try embracing the unknown. Pursue your own unanticipated delights.

Jungkook’s wicked smirk flashed through your mind. You pushed him aside.

“Tell me more about these unexpected pleasures,” you said, tucking your legs under you as you faced Jin on the couch. Time to make your move.

Jin’s eyebrow quirked as he regarded you, disappearing under his bangs. “I could tell you, or I could show you,” he suggested, his hand resting comfortably on your thigh.

You couldn’t help but burst into giggles.

Jin looked slightly shocked at your reaction. “What? Too much?”

“No, no, that was perfect,” you smiled. “You just sounded exactly like the guy from the movie for a minute.”

“Ah. It wasn’t the most original line, I admit.”

“You don’t need any lines,” you informed him, sliding closer. Cheesy romcom delivery or not, he was still cute, and you still wanted to know what those lips would feel like on yours.

“I don’t?” He thumb caressed your leg as he peered down at you.

You shook your head, tilting your face up. Jin took the hint, his other hand cupping the back of your head gently as he pulled you closer -

“PAY ME WHAT YOU OWE ME!”

Another giggle fit overtook you, and you laughed against Jin’s lips. He leaned away, fumbling in his pocket for his phone, trying desperately to silence his ringtone.

“I’m sorry, but was that ‘Bitch Better Have My Money?’'' you asked between giggles.

Jin nodded, face turning red. “Yeah. That’s my manager’s ringtone.” He glanced at his screen. “Damn, it’s almost 6. He’s probably calling to see if I’m on my way.”

The moment had passed, so you stood, stretching. “Thanks for cooking for me. Are you sure you don’t want to take any of the stuff you bought?”

“Nah, you can keep it. In case you want to try making the popcorn yourself.”

You doubted you’d put in the effort, but you thanked him anyway.

The two of you shuffled towards the door. Jin propped himself against the door frame and peered down at you. “Maybe next time, instead of a snack, I can cook you dinner? At my place?” He grinned. “It’s a lot more impressive if I make a whole meal.”

“You still think you need to impress me?”

He shrugged. “I’d like to try, anyway.”

“I guess I shouldn’t argue with that,” you remarked drolly, and Jin chuckled.

He towered over you, a warm smile on his lips. Here was your chance again. Surging up onto your toes, you tugged lightly at his shirt, yanking him down into a kiss.

No phone calls interrupted you this time. There was only you and Jin, his arms wrapping around your waist as your hands came to rest on his broad chest. His kiss was slow and sure, warmth spreading throughout you as his mouth gently caressed yours.

Not a blazing fire, but a smouldering flame.

Knowing that Jin needed to go, you pulled away, settling back on your heels as you smiled up at him.

A rattling to your left startled you. You and Jin weren’t alone.

Jungkook stood frozen at his door, keys dangling from the lock, as he watched the two of you with wide eyes.

A hush settled over the hallway.

There was that desperate urge again to fill the silence as Jungkook gazed at you, his expression unwavering. Rushing to speak, you stuttered a hello, but he quickly turned away, disappearing into his apartment, leaving you staring at the spot where he'd been.

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Um…excuse me, Sunny? WhAt?!???? This definitely warrants an apology AND a thank you. Wow. I can’t believe I just read what I read…but I’m… I’m definitely not mad about it 😳

Should I mention I gave birth to a baby 2 weeks ago? My body LITERALLY cannot take this kind of torture. 😆😆😆😆😆😆

All Wound Up (Tighter) | KTH, JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Taehyung

Genre: smut, porn with the barest of plots, strangers to lovers, Rock Star!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, kissing, dirty talk, fingering, masturbation (m), voyeurism, oral (m & f receiving), vaginal sex, threesome, orgasms

Word Count: 6K

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

Summary: Jungkook and Taehyung help you unwind.

A/N: Inspired by the body harnesses worn by the vocal line at Permission to Dance On Stage. Easily the dirtiest thing I've ever written. I'm sorry or you're welcome, take your pick. Unbeta'd as usual.

I have absolutely no idea what goes into making jewelry or harnesses, so if you’re hoping for authentic details or facts in this story *waves hand like a Jedi* this isn’t the story you’re looking for. Actually, that goes for anyone looking for anything remotely resembling reality. Reality didn’t leave the building - it never entered in the first place.

Dedicated to my Jimin support group @reliablemitten @hannahbee12719 @yeontan-my-love. I thought we needed a break from his diabolical ways, so I… wrote about a threesome with the other maknaes? Whoops. Special shoutout to Poppy and @smasmashin for the assist with the title (insert Jungkook wink with finger guns gif) 💕Let me know what you think - my inbox is open!

“What do you mean, they want a fitting?”

Hoseok just stared at you. “I mean, they want a fitting. How are you not getting this?”

You wrinkled your nose in irritation. “But… they sent in their measurements. They don’t need a fitting. I’ve done a thousand of these harnesses by now. Are you really doubting my skills after all this time?”

He shouldn’t be. Your body accessories shop, Dark & Wild, was incredibly popular and business was booming. It had been, ever since you’d expanded from typical jewelry like necklaces and arm bands into full-body harnesses and chains, opening up a new market and creating more demand for your painstakingly handcrafted jewelry.

You worked in gold and silver, leather and metal, twisting and shaping the harshest elements to create the most exquisite adornments. It didn’t matter how much they resisted; eventually, everything bent to your demands. Hoseok often joked that the toughest thing in your shop wasn’t your tools or the materials you worked with, but your will.

He wasn’t wrong.

Hoseok sighed, pinching his nose. “Of course not. I know you know what you’re doing! You’re the best there is. It’s why I made you my business partner all those years ago.”

“Excuse me, I believe I made you my partner when I opened this shop!”

“Right, when you realized you needed someone to run the books and talk to clients and generally do everything except craft the products.” He glanced at his watch. “Look, will you please just do this for me? These guys are friends of a dear friend of mine, and he promised they’d make it worthwhile.”

“You mean they’re willing to pay a lot.”

He grinned, lighting up the room like a tiny, annoying sun. “Yep!”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek. “But where exactly am I supposed to do this fitting?” You gestured around your shop, which was a workspace, not a storefront. All of your jewelry was sold online only, every piece made to order according to your clients’ desires.

Hoseok waved a hand. “I’m sure this is fine. But if you want, I know they’re staying at the Black Swan downtown. I can text and get their room number if you’d rather meet them there.”

“The Black Swan?” You whistled. “Fancy. Who are these guys again?”

“My friend Yoongi’s clients. He’s their manager. They’re in some rock band - Autumn Trees? No. Autumn Leaves?” He snapped his fingers. “Dead Leaves!”

You snorted. “Sounds emo.” Setting down the piece you’d been working on, you sighed. “Fine. I’ll interrupt my busy day to go meet these two total strangers in a hotel room, and if they turn out to be bloodthirsty killers and murder me, I’ll just haunt your ass for the rest of your life. And if they don’t turn out to be bloodthirsty killers, I’ll still haunt your ass for making me do this. It’ll just be a while before I get there.”

Hoseok beamed, pulling you into a quick hug. “You’re the best, sugar.”

“I know.”

Hoseok texted you the details the next morning. You were to meet your clients - Taehyung and Jungkook, those were their names - at 2. You spent the morning in your shop, finishing up a few pieces before lunch. Around 1, you gently packed their orders into your rolling carrying case and headed out.

You fiddled with the straps on your Doc Martens on the train to downtown. A sleazy looking guy sitting across from you leered as your leather skirt rode up on your thighs, and you scowled and gave him the bird. You weren’t in the mood to pretend not to notice, annoyed that you were making this special trip to begin with.

Your mood didn’t improve any by the time the train finally arrived 15 minutes later than it was supposed to, due to some issue on the tracks. Hustling down the crowded sidewalk towards the hotel, you swore as one of the wheels on your case suddenly came loose and rolled directly into a sewer grate. Picking up the case, you tucked it under your arm as you finally strolled into the hotel and directly into an elevator, collapsing against a mirrored wall in relief.

Sweat was prickling your forehead as you knocked on the hotel room door. You hoped you didn’t look like a mess, frowning slightly as you realized how late you were running.

You raised your hand to knock again, just as the door opened. Your fist bounced off of a solid chest. “Fuck! Sorry!” you yelped, retracting your hand as if you’d been shocked.

The face that greeted you was impassive. Gorgeous, but impassive. A pair of dark eyes assessed you with a sweeping gaze.

A beat passed.

“Um, hi.” You introduced yourself. “I’m here for your fitting?”

The gorgeous man said nothing, but opened the door fully and nodded to indicate that you could enter.

“Thanks.” You inspected him as you passed. Shadowed, hypnotic eyes framed with long lashes and killer cheekbones. A dark mop of wild curls held back by a headband. Black jeans and a black and white printed shirt. He looked like a rock star, all right.

A rock star from a very successful band, if the size of the suite was anything to judge by. You walked down a small corridor into a large sitting room, with plush couches and giant artwork on the walls. Two of the walls, anyway, since the wall in front of you was floor to ceiling glass windows.

“Shit,” you breathed, looking out at the city skyline.

“Yeah, it’s a nice view, huh?” A voice piped up beside you. Draped across one of the couches was another gorgeous man. Only this one smiled at you innocently, nose crinkling as he did. “I’m Jungkook. You must be…”

You gave him your name. He repeated it softly, the pleasing timbre of his voice making you wonder if he was the lead singer. Then again, you didn’t know anything about the band - maybe they were all singers.

Jungkook stood, running his hand through mint-colored hair, revealing a dark undercut. Small silver hoops glittered in both of his ears, matching the hoop nestled in the corner of his plump bottom lip. He was dressed a little more relaxed than the other man (who you now assumed was Taehyung), wearing an oversized long-sleeved black shirt and black joggers. His round eyes seemed so open and pure. You could imagine falling helplessly into them.

Yeah, definitely seemed like lead singer material.

“Sorry I’m late,” you apologized. “There was a problem with the train tracks and then my case broke.”

“No worries. We just got in from our soundcheck anyway, so the timing worked out,” Jungkook replied.

Taehyung continued to say nothing, just observing you with those eyes. You weren’t sure if you liked that or not.

“So, where do you want us?”

You glanced around the room. “Is there a mirror somewhere that we can use?”

“Uh, yeah. Right this way.”

You followed the men down another hallway into a bedroom. A bedroom that was almost wastefully large for being so minimally decorated, consisting of a gigantic bed, one night stand, and one armchair and table tucked into the corner. The largest tv you’d ever seen was suspended on the wall across from the bed, artwork hung behind the bed on a second wall, the third wall was all window, and the entire fourth wall? One colossal mirror.

“Well, I guess we’ll have to make do,” you muttered, earning a snicker from Jungkook.

You laid your case on the bed. Jungkook flopped onto the pile of pillows at the head of the bed while Taehyung sat on the edge.

“Who wants to go first?”

“I can.” Taehyung’s voice was surprisingly deep as he finally spoke. You motioned for him to stand beside you.

He began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Um, you can leave that on. The harness will fit over any shirt, so even if this isn’t the one you’ll be wearing on stage, it’ll work fine for this.”

“I don’t wear shirts on stage.”

Oh. Well then. “Okay.”

You tugged on the zipper on your case. It wouldn’t budge. Frowning, you tugged harder, only for the pull to snap off in your hand. “Ah, shit.” “Everything okay?” Jungkook inquired.

“No. Stupid zipper broke.” And of course all your tools were inside, so you couldn’t use them to fix it. “Do you have a sewing kit around here?” As big as the hotel suite was, there was probably an entire sewing room down one of the corridors.

Taehyung stopped undressing long enough to find you a kit. Just as you got the zipper open, you managed to prick yourself with the pin. “Motherfucker!” You sucked on your finger as both men looked on in concern. “Sorry. Just… It's been a bad day.”

You missed the glance they exchanged as you finally opened your case and removed Taehyung’s piece. Holding his harness in your hands, you turned, and blinked.

If you didn’t know better, you’d swear you were back in your workspace, because the figure next to you was as cut as the realistic fiberglass mannequin you used to photograph your jewelry. Your eyes raked over Taehyung’s smooth chest and the grooves of his abs, settling briefly on the defined v line above the waist of his tight jeans before you caught yourself.

But the mannequin you owned did not have a sprawling tattoo running from its neck down its torso and around its back, an enormous mass of rambling branches and trailing flowers that almost seemed to flutter as he breathed.

“Wow. That’s some gorgeous artwork.”

He just nodded.

You carefully draped the harness over his waiting frame. He lowered his head as you clasped the neck piece, and you inhaled something sweet and floral. Surprising.

Stepping back, you marveled at your handiwork. Taehyung had ordered a black piece, with slender twists meant to mimic thorns. Set against his tattoo, you now understood the request. The metal wound around his neck twice, first as a choker, then a larger loop that connected to a chain running down the center of his chest. At his navel, the chain split to flare out over his hips.

Jungkook joined the two of you, hand reaching out to gently touch the harness that hung on his bandmate. “Wow. You made this?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“That’s so cool.” He twirled one of the thorns between his fingertips. “You have very talented hands.”

“You’re not the first person to tell me that.”

“I wish I could make stuff. But I’ve been told my skills lie elsewhere.” He winked, taking a seat on the bed, reclining on his elbows, watching Taehyung spin in the mirror as he examined the chain.

You rolled your eyes at his cheeky response, watching Taehyung spin in the mirror as he examined the chain. The harness draped beautifully down his torso, the black metal accenting the tattoo and giving him a mysterious, sexy air.

As if those dark eyes didn’t do that enough.

Silently patting yourself on the back, you continued to admire the way the chain skimmed over Taehyung’s striking figure, only to stop when he asked, “Can it be tighter?”

“Tighter?” you repeated incredulously. “Well, yeah, sure, I can make it tighter, but don’t you need to move around the stage?” You still didn’t know if he played an instrument or danced or what, so you weren’t sure how much freedom of movement he’d need. “And if I do, there’s a chance the thorns could dig into your skin. Might hurt a little.”

“I can take it.”

Ooookay.

“You’re the boss,” you commented, and took the chain in your hands. Twisting lightly, you looked at Taehyung. “Is this tight enough?”

He shook his head. Something dark flashed in his eyes. “Tighter.”

You bit your lip and twisted another link. “And now?”

“Is the chain going to break?”

“No,” you scoffed, slightly insulted that he was questioning your work.

“Neither am I. Tighter.”

Your hand brushed against his chest as you wound the chain around your fingers. He was hot to the touch, yet a wave of goosebumps rippled down your arm as you glanced into his eyes again.

“Perfect,” he drawled, smirking.

His gaze lingered on your lips a little too long.

Fuck. You reminded yourself that you were a professional, and focused on the alterations you would need to make. Taehyung held the chain for you as you typed a few notes into your phone, then you snapped a few photos for reference before unclasping the harness and putting it away.

One down.

“My turn!” Jungkook sprang to his feet like an eager puppy and bounded to your side as Taehyung put his shirt back on, taking a seat in the armchair. Before you could ask about his stagewear preference, Jungkook reached behind his head and yanked his shirt off one-handed.

Again, you were greeted by the sight of firm pecs and ridiculously defined abs. These men clearly believed in treating their bodies like temples. Ones that their fans would be all too happy to worship at, no doubt.

Like Taehyung, Jungkook was covered in ink. His right arm had a sleeve of tattoos, a series of markings in various sizes and shapes that coated his arm in a chaotic collection.

“You guys really like tattoos, huh?” You couldn’t help but smile. “Way to fight the rock star stereotype.”

Jungkook grinned a sweet bunny smile, all teeth and wrinkled nose. It was rather disarming, and actually did make him look like less of a rock star cliche, so you begrudgingly gave him credit.

Then you reminded yourself to concentrate on getting the job done. You had so much work waiting for you back at your shop.

Jungkook’s harness appeared more simple than Taehyung’s in front, a simple gunmetal grey chain, no choker or loops, no thorns, hanging in a straight line down his torso and splitting at his navel. However, the back was more complex, a pattern of woven strands strung like a spider web over his shoulder blades, tapering down to his waist.

Jungkook stood still as you adjusted the harness over his form. Taller than Taehyung, he had to stoop slightly while you played with the closure. Your fingertips scraped the nape of his neck and he shuddered.

“Sorry,” you muttered. “Ticklish?”

“A little,” he confessed, peering over his shoulder to watch as you straightened several kinked sections, fixing the way the web draped over his strong back. “Thanks for doing this, by the way. Yoongi-hyung said you don’t usually do fittings.”

“That’s right. And you’re welcome.” You frowned slightly, wondering why so many links were twisted where they shouldn’t be. “Why exactly did you guys want a fitting, anyway?”

He shrugged, the harness lifting slightly as his broad shoulders moved. “We take our stagewear seriously, down to the last detail. We didn’t get to where we are by doing things half-assed.”

“Hmm.” You took a step back, scouring the chain for any other imperfections and finding none. “I can understand that.”

“I’m sure you can.” Jungkook turned and grinned at you. “Yoongi-hyung said Hobi-hyung said that you were the best of the best. That’s why we chose you.”

“You chose me?” You tilted your head.

“Your shop. That’s why we chose to buy from your shop.” He bit his lip.

You couldn’t help but smile at his embarrassed expression. “I think you’re good now, if you want to take a look?”

Jungkook rotated slowly, inspecting the harness from all angles in the mirror. The delicate chain made an interesting contrast against his solid frame. You couldn’t help but admire the way the metal shone against his skin, highlighting the muscles that undulated as he moved. You also couldn’t help but admire the muscles themselves.

“Thoughts?” you inquired.

Another grin. “I love it.”

He twirled a few times, letting out a high-pitched giggle, making you laugh in surprise. His giggle was delightfully at odds with his physique. It was charming as hell.

“If you have no objections, then I’ll just take it back to my shop and polish it up without making any alterations.”

You tried to slide behind him to undo the clasp, but Jungkook jumped away. “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean, what am I doing?” you repeated. “I’m taking the harness off you? So I can take it back to my shop, like I said?”

“Are you in that much of a hurry to leave?” His eyes glimmered.

Your eyes narrowed.

“The fitting is over, so I should be on my way. I’ve got a lot of work to finish up this afternoon.” You reached for the harness again, but he dodged you. “Hey! Stop that!”

He giggled, spinning around and grabbing your wrists - loosely, but with enough force that you were pulled against him. You inhaled sharply, eyes wide as you gazed up. The gleam in his eye seemed a lot less mischievous and a lot more… wicked.

“You seem stressed. A little… wound up. It must be difficult, running your own business, doing all that hard work yourself.” His thumbs stroked your wrists. “Don’t you think you deserve to have some fun?”

“Yeah,” a low voice rumbled from the corner, and you jumped. Taehyung had been sitting so quietly in the armchair for so long that you’d completely forgotten he was still in the room. “There’s no need to run off. Stay a while. Relax.”

You glanced between the two men. “Okay, I’m not really sure what you guys are suggesting, but I think I should go.” You were actually pretty sure that you knew exactly what they were suggesting. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t tempted to mess around with one of them, but both?

This kind of thing didn’t really happen, did it?

“We’re just suggesting that you indulge yourself a little,” Taehyung rose from his seat, crossing the room leisurely. With his intense gaze, the movement reminded you of nothing more than a tiger stalking its prey.

“Yeah. Come on. Play with us,” Jungkook crooned sweetly, watching you through lowered eyelashes. “We appreciate you coming here. Accommodating us.”

“Let us thank you,” Taehyung whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine as you realized he was right behind you. His hands ghosted over your shoulders, sweeping your hair out of the way as a pair of lips suddenly danced along your neck.

Your head spun, fragments of thoughts flitting through your mind. All those unfinished pieces waiting for you back at your shop. Whether it was unprofessional to sleep with two (two!) clients. If you should follow the likely well-worn path of a typical groupie and hook up with these rock stars.

If you deserved to cut loose. Unwind.

These were all swept aside by one incredibly loud statement: Fuck it, let’s ride.

Twisting the chain around your fingers, you tugged Jungkook towards you. He reacted immediately, lips smashing into yours. Taehyung pressed himself into your back, his hands on your hips as Jungkook’s hands threaded through your hair.

Trapped between the two men, you moaned wantonly. Two pairs of hands roamed your body. Two pairs of lips covered your skin in kisses. Your pussy throbbed, begging for attention, and you crushed your pelvis into Jungkook’s, trying desperately to grind against the erection that was jutting into your thigh.

Jungkook broke the kiss, chuckling. “Need something, baby?” he purred, nipping at your lips. You nodded, gasping as one of Taehyung’s hands slid down your front, coming to rest between your thighs. He rubbed his fingers along your crotch, the sudden pressure making you keen, growling into your shoulder as he felt the dampness growing there.

“I think she needs you, Kook,” he murmured. Just as you were starting to buck against his hand, setting a rhythm, he suddenly released his grip on you and drew away.

“Wha…?” you panted, looking back in confusion. Jungkook’s hand grasped your chin and brought your focus back to him.

“Come on, baby. Let me help you out.” He guided you to the bed, gently pushing on your hips to get you to sit. “Lie back for me.”

You did as instructed, sliding up the bed until you hit the pile of soft pillows. Jungkook followed, crawling up the bed.

But Taehyung had taken his seat in the armchair again.

“I thought…?” you trailed off as you looked at him, puzzled.

Jungkook followed your gaze. “Taehyungie likes to watch,” he explained.

Oh.

Jungkook took a moment to undo the straps of your boots, sliding them off and dropping them to the floor. His hands slid up your bare legs, stopping at your thighs, gently nudging your legs apart. You could feel your panties sticking to you as his eyes swept over you, and he leaned forward to shove your skirt up to your waist.

“Hmmm, I think you were right, Tae. She’s soaking through her panties.” Jungkook clucked his tongue. “Poor thing. You want me to remove those for you?”

You were no shrinking violet. You never shied away from using your voice. But something about Jungkook’s tone had you holding your tongue. You wanted him to take care of you. So you just nodded.

Jungkook hooked his fingers under the waistband of your underwear, swiftly tugging them down. Once they were freed from your legs, he turned and chucked them over his shoulder, directly into Taehyung’s waiting hand.

You watched, mouth agape, as Taehyung unzipped his pants, freeing the thickest cock you’d ever seen. As you continued to stare, Taehyung stroked himself a few times with his empty hand.

Then he switched hands, rubbing himself with the sodden, satiny material.

“Oh god,” you groaned, unable to stifle yourself.

Jungkook’s face popped into your field of vision. “Back to me, baby,” he commanded, and you turned your attention back to the minty-haired man kneeling between your legs. “I want you to watch me, okay?”

“Okay,” you echoed weakly. You propped yourself up on the pillows as best you could.

Jungkook smirked, lying on his stomach, the harness biting into his skin and leaving indentations as he slid his arms under your thighs, locking them in place with his forearms. Gentle kisses flitted against your folds, and you sighed happily. Then you gasped in surprise as his tongue slid inside you, lapping at your core.

Jungkook’s gifts did indeed lie elsewhere. Namely, his golden tongue. He had you moaning in no time. You dug your hands into the plush blankets, seeking to anchor yourself as he added one finger, then a second, then a third, working you open with his hand as his tongue suckled at your clit, his lip ring rubbing enticingly. His eyes twinkled devilishly as he watched you, drinking in the way you writhed above him just as he drank in your slickness.

“How does she taste, Kook?”

Jungkook just whined, the needy sound spurring you to buck against his face in reply.

You rolled your head to the side, looking into the mirror. Taehyung’s reflection fucked his hand feverishly, an intense expression of concentration on his face. Knowing that you were the focus of that fierce gaze pushed you over the edge, the tiny mewls falling from your lips becoming a steady wail as you came all over Jungkook’s face. He let out a hoarse “Ah!” at the sensation of you clamping down on his hand, and ground his hips into the bed as he licked you through your orgasm, until you finally pushed his head away.

A stuttered cry from the corner told you that Taehyung had cum as well.

Panting, you stared into the mirror, watching Taehyung as he came down. Jungkook sat back on his heels, licking his lips, looking satisfied. You observed him through half-lidded eyes, still blissed out from your release. His erection was mouthwateringly large.

You wanted to taste him.

“How do you feel now?” Jungkook asked, hands softly caressing your calves. “Still stressed?”

“Mmmm, no.” You sat up, and swung your legs underneath you so that you were kneeling. “Definitely not stressed.” Your fingers trailed up Jungkook’s thigh.

He tipped his head as he watched your hand move towards his bulge. “Did you want to play a little more?”

“Yes please,” you all but groaned as you palmed him through his jeans. He hissed, hips lifting at your machinations.

Taehyung stalked across the room, shedding his clothes. He was already half-hard again by the time he sat behind you, his hands tugging at your shirt. You raised your arms, helping him as Jungkook’s fingers reached behind you to unzip your skirt. Within seconds, you were completely naked, Taehyung’s hands caressing your breasts as his hot breath tickled your neck.

“You need a hand, Kook?” Taehyung asked, fingers rolling your nipples between them. You arched slightly into his touch, head dropping back against his shoulder as he fondled you. “I think you should show him how talented those hands are, baby. Maybe that lovely mouth, too. What do you think - should you take care of him now?”

“Mmm, yeah, I wanna suck him off,” you managed to reply, answering Taehyung while meeting Jungkook’s eyes. Jungkook wasted no time, standing to slide his jeans off.

For the second time that afternoon, you were stunned by the sight of a massive cock. Whereas Taehyung was thick, Jungkook was long, and deliciously curved. The bright red tip of his dick looked almost painful, and you held out your hands, beckoning to him to rejoin you on the bed.

He knelt in front of you, and you got on your hands and knees, crawling towards him until you held his cock in your hand. You stroked him lightly, taking the tip in your mouth, coating him with your tongue. Then you surged forward and took him in, not stopping until your nose brushed against his pelvis.

“Fuck,” he gasped. You hummed around him, pleased to take him by surprise.

Then you nearly choked, as a pair of lips kissed at your entrance from behind you.

Taehyung had dropped to the floor, burying his face in your folds as you sucked Jungkook off. He teased you with long, agonizingly slow licks, swirling his tongue around your clit, which was still sensitive from Jungkook’s petting. You bobbed on Jungkook’s dick, swallowing down the saliva that flooded your mouth, making him curse.

Jungkook’s hands were in your hair, unrestrained pleas escaping him as you worked him over, calling you baby again and again, begging you not to stop. Taehyung had one hand on your thigh, holding you in place while he continued to lave at you, the other gripping his cock.

The sounds in the room were a clash of whimpers and moans, wet sounds of mouths and hands. A filthy cacophony of delights.

Jungkook began to thrust into your mouth, and you gagged slightly, but didn’t stop him. He babbled as his hips moved. “Fuck, baby, take it all,” he wheedled, singing your name.

You moaned around him and he threw his head back. “If you keep that up, I’m gonna cum right in that sweet mouth.” You hummed again, giving your consent, but his hips stilled and he pulled out.

You remained on your knees, a protest forming on your lips, because you weren’t done with him, but before you could utter a word, you suddenly doubled over, hiding your face in the blankets instead as Taehyung sucked unrelentingly on your clit, driving you insane with pleasure.

You longed for more than just his mouth.

“Taehyung, please,” you practically sobbed. “I need more.” When did you become this needy creature, such a sniveling mess? What had these men done to you?

Jungkook climbed onto the bed, wrapping you in his arms and kissing you furiously. You lost yourself in his embrace, letting him plunge his tongue into your willing mouth as his hands roved downward, squeezing your ass.

Taehyung suddenly appeared by your side as Jungkook rolled you onto your back.

He gave you a dark look, eyes raking over your naked body. “Kook, I think she’s ready for more.” He dropped his head to your breasts, lightly teething at a nipple. “Are you ready, baby? You want Kook to fuck you now?” His tongue caressed what his teeth had just stung.

If someone didn’t put their dick in you soon, you were going to explode. “God, yes, please fuck me!”

Jungkook grinned lasciviously, leaning over to trail kisses along your stomach. “You’re the boss.”

Taehyung rifled through the night stand, tossing Jungkook a condom. Then he settled himself against the headboard, his hand lazily gliding over his cock as Jungkook sheathed himself and lined up against you.

The metal chain hanging from his chest brushed your skin as he hovered above you. He dropped his lips to yours, and with a kiss he pushed inside. He slid in slowly, making sure you were comfortable as you adjusted to his length. You’d never felt so full, your eyes falling shut as you focused on the incredible sensation.

Once the glorious stretch stopped aching, you urged him to move by lifting your hips.

Jungkook did not hesitate.

He snapped his hips, setting a brutal pace, and your eyes flew open as you began to pant. “Fuck! Jungkook!” was all you could spit out, your brain shutting down anything not related to the intense pleasure you were experiencing.

Your head lolled back, and you caught Taehyung’s eye. He was once again staring at you as you bounced underneath Jungkook, mouth open in rapture as he jerked off. The debauched sight was overwhelming.

You wanted to touch him so badly.

Time to make them bend.

“Jungkook,” you moaned, turning your attention back to the man fucking you relentlessly. Your hand wrapped around the chain dangling from his neck, and you yanked, pulling him down. He lost his rhythm, hands stretching out to stop himself from falling on top of you. “Jungkook, stop.”

He lifted his head, a concerned look on his face. “What’s wrong, baby,” he huffed, searching your face. “Am I hurting you? You wanna stop?”

Releasing your grip on the harness, you gently pushed him off of you, and he pulled out. Sitting up, you looked Jungkook in the eye. “I wanna ride you.”

“Oh hell yeah.” You didn’t have to ask twice. Jungkook threw himself on the bed and gazed up at you, quirking an eyebrow. “Hop on, baby.”

You shook your head. “Nuh-uh. Not there.” You pointed at the head of the bed, where Taehyung was watching you. “Up there.”

Jungkook looked at Taehyung, who nodded. He positioned himself next to the dark-haired man, leaning back against the headboard. “Like this?”

“Mmmhmm.”

Crawling up the bed, you straddled Jungkook. Slowly, you sank down on him, both of you sighing blissfully as you did.

Then you reached out, winding the chain around your hand, jerking him forward as you began to bounce on his dick. You crushed your mouth against his, swallowing the heavenly sounds he made as you rode him.

But you didn’t forget about Taehyung. The hand not wrapped around Jungkook’s harness crept towards his lap. Tearing yourself away from Jungkook’s lips for a moment, you tilted your head towards Taehyung.

“May I?” Your hand hovered above his cock, waiting.

He nodded.

Jungkook grunted in your ear, his teeth nibbling on your lobe, as you wrapped your hand around Taehyung and began to stroke. You gripped him as best you could, unable to close your hand around his thickness.

Taehyung’s head fell back against the headboard as he exhaled a guttural moan. The sound shot straight to your core and you clenched around Jungkook, who hissed.

You slowed your pace, rolling your hips to grind into Jungkook as you focused on pleasuring both men at once. From the wordless noises he made, you could tell that Taehyung was enjoying your hand, but it wasn’t enough for you.

“Taehyung,” you murmured. He glanced up. “I wanna taste you. Can I?”

He nodded.

You were flexible, but you couldn’t bend enough to take him from your current position. So you let go of Jungkook’s chain and pried his hands from your hips. “Be right back,” you winked, and before he could respond, you popped off of him, turning around.

“Fuck, you’ve got a great ass,” he muttered, hands reaching out to grope as you laughed and began to ride him, reverse cowgirl style.

“C’mere,” you purred to Taehyung. He towered over you on the bed, cock at the perfect level. You licked your lips and took him in.

You felt your jaw pop and knew that it would be sore tomorrow, but it was worth the pain. Quickly establishing a tempo, you alternated your mouth with your hands, stroking and sucking as he stared down at you, mouth falling open again in ecstasy. His fingers clutched at his sides, and you reached out, taking one of his large hands and placing it on your head, silently instructing him to take control.

As if that was the cue he’d been waiting for, Jungkook suddenly grabbed your hips, fingers curling into your skin, and began thrusting up into you, taking over the pace of your fucking. You moaned around Taehyung, saliva spilling over as you began to drool from the way Jungkook pounded into you.

But you were at the mercy of Taehyung’s hips now, too, as he began to fuck your mouth in earnest, mindlessly burying himself in the inviting warm wetness of your mouth. Breathy grunts and gasps accompanied every lunge of his hips.

A switch flipped in Jungkook as he fucked you vigorously, a surprisingly lewd stream of drivel pouring forth from his lips. “Fuck, you like that, baby? Like the way we fuck you? So fucking hot, taking us both like this. Wanna fuck this cunt all night, wanna make you cum on my cock ‘til you can’t see straight!”

You whined, frenzied, drowning in so many sensations. You were achingly close to climax, just needing a helping hand.

So you grasped Jungkook’s hand, guiding it from your hip down to your clit, and pressed his fingers against you.

He leaned forward, brushing his lips against the nape of your neck as he breathed, “You need me, baby?”

Unable to speak or nod, you squeezed his fingers, hoping he’d understand.

He did.

You came with a shuddering cry, Taehyung pulling out of your mouth to let the sound fill the room. You turned to liquid in Jungkook’s arms, euphoric, melting against him as pleasure rolled through you. As you spasmed around him, he came as well, chanting your name as he released inside you, filling the condom with his hot seed.

Taehyung pumped his cock, panting hard. “Baby,” he gasped out brokenly, “baby, I’m gonna… where can I…”

You opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue.

He groaned as he came down your throat, dark eyes widening as you licked him clean.

Jungkook sagged against the headboard, and you smiled as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you against his chest. You cocked your head up at Taehyung, and he read the question in your eyes, curling up beside you and resting his head on your thighs.

The three of you laid that way for several minutes, until Jungkook broke the silence.

“So… still in a hurry to leave?”

Hoseok called you the next morning, waking you from a dead sleep. You grumbled a hello.

“Morning, sugar! I don’t know what magic you worked with Taehyung and Jungkook, but now the other band members are asking for their own harnesses. They’re placing their orders as we speak.”

“Oh,” you grunted, your left eye falling shut as if you were trying to half-sleep while talking. “That’s nice.”

“Oh yeah!” He paused. “Hold on, text from Yoongi. Let me put you on speaker so I can read.”

You switched eyes.

“Huh, ok, looks like they also want a private fitting. Well, I don’t know how quickly you can make their pieces, but he says they’ll be back in town in a few weeks. Do you think you could arrange to meet Jin and Jimin then? They're the other guys in the band. Oh, they’re offering to host you again, said they’re happy to do it.”

You pondered for less than a millisecond. “Yeah, I can probably arrange something.”

“Great! Yoongi said they can’t wait to have you.”

A/N II: Part two coming at some point!

© 2021 by sunshinerainbowsbts. Crossposted to AO3. Please do not copy or repost.

HAIR FACE CHEST LEGS

🔥🔥🔥

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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