Jungkook BEST BOY, Breathe If You Agree

jungkook BEST BOY, breathe if you agree

all i feel is pain. also the amount of times i've re read this part. i love angst sm and can't wait for the resolution 😩 gosh this series >>>

( 06. ) A LOVER’S KISS.

a friends with benefits relationship never ends on a good note. unless, both parties are not dumb fucks who find themselves falling for each other along the way of their agreement, of course.

and in yours and jeongguk’s case, you should have known better than to think the two of you would be an exception to the so-called curse of being friends with benefits with someone you already hold dear to you, since not even five months since it was agreed upon—the line between being only friends and being a little like lovers only continue to get hazier and hazier.

━ jeongguk x reader ━ 3.8k words. ━ 18+ ━ smut | angst | fluff | friends with benefits au | idiots to lovers au | college au | yearning? pining? | ft. swimmer!jeongguk, editor-in-chief!reader (small appearances from swimmer!jimin & associate editor!taehyung) ━ warning/s: swearing | suggestive themes | jUST ANGST !!

note. no smut for this part, but i’m keeping the rating 18+ and have the smut label above since this drabble series overall isn’t suitable for minors !!

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EPISODE 06. the one with the martyr !

that ill-fated morning in the coffee shop didn’t just end with you seeing jeongguk and soomi talk outside.

it carried on with you not being able to stop yourself from staring more at their way, haru noticing where you were looking at when you didn’t return to the conversation as fast as a normal person would (if they were really immersed with the topic, that is), therefore spotting jeongguk himself. and at that point, it was the both of you then who was seeing jeongguk wave goodbye to soomi as she marched to the other direction, waving as well before jeongguk entered the café and at long last turned to you two, smiling with a hand up in the air.

that’s when haru teased jeongguk the closer he got to your table, asking him what the previous scene was all about, why he was with the student council vice president, why they looked chummy as hell, and jeongguk only laughed awkwardly, replying without even sparing you a glance, “soomi asked me out,” he said, like it was truly not a big deal.

“and?” haru gestured for him to continue.

jeongguk shrugged. “i told her yes.”

you couldn’t react appropriately that time. you couldn’t even force yourself to smile and act happy. instead, you nodded, sipped on your coffee, and went back to your task as if you didn’t hear anything. it was a fortunate thing that haru, being the talkative person he really was, was very engaged with the topic with jeongguk that he didn’t have the opportunity to notice your sullen mood. he just kept on teasing and listening to jeongguk’s stories, genuinely pleased with the news while you were there still wishing the ground would just swallow you whole.

as haru excused himself to go to the restrooms for a bit, that’s the instance you felt jeongguk’s eyes on you. he wasn’t being subtle about it too, he was straight up staring at you, waiting for you to bite and give him your attention, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to focus on him, very much angry and confused with what you saw and you heard, your head clouded with the worst combination of emotions out there.

however, you couldn’t deny that once the one minute mark was done, you were slowly growing distracted with the feel of his gaze and the sight of him through your peripheral vision, indeed looking at you.

you stopped typing and whirled your face towards him, raising your eyebrows. “what?”

“you’re not allowed to get mad at me,” is what he said.

“who said i was mad?”

“the whole fucking room can sense that you’re mad right now, you know.”

“i’m not mad.” you scoffed. “in fact, i’m very happy for you, jeongguk.”

he pursed his lips, getting his bought drink a while back to take a sip. “well, you don’t look very happy.”

“what the fuck do you want me to do? do you want me to jump in fucking joy for you? do you want me to do a fucking congratulatory post for you on instagram, huh?”

“hey,” he loudly placed his beverage back down on the table at your slight outburst, “you were the one who wanted this.”

“me?”

“should i remind you that just the other night—”

“i was just asking questions for soomi—did i tell you to go on a date with her?”

“no, but this thing between us wasn’t meant to keep on going forever, right? you told me that.”

“are you just going to quote everything i said that night?”

“yes. because from how you made it seem, you exactly wanted this to happen. so fuck it. maybe we really should just stop this bullshit before we get too comfortable.”

bullshit.

this bullshit?

“bullshit,” you repeated once more, this time out loud and with a laugh, anger intensifying, your chest weighing heavier at what you just heard—even heavier and worse when jeongguk just confirmed that he agreed to go out with soomi, the decision being so easy to him, like he really didn’t even consider for a second about what you would think; your body was going to cry in rage at his words and the recent thought, but you held it back until you still could in order not look more pathetic than you already feel, “is that what you think about what we’ve been doing? just ‘bullshit’?”

at the way his statement sounded from another person’s mouth, jeongguk realized that he might have uttered something below the line. he sighed at that, cursing under his breath, while you turned back to your laptop, glaring at the screen and fighting every nerve in your body that wanted to make you cry. “no, ____, i just—i used it for the lack of an appropriate term, okay? don’t take what i said to heart.”

“then what term would you think was appropriate instead?” you asked sarcastically. “a joke? a fixer? an itch scratcher, perhaps?”

“____—”

“you know, if you want to fucking hurt my feelings, you could just straight up and say it to my face that you’re tired of me and that i really don’t have any purpose in your life than just an occasional fuck,” you hissed.

“goddamn it, stop that,” he hissed back, the both of you trying to minimize your voice to not draw any attention to yourselves, “you’re just sputtering nonsense. you’re not like that to me at all.”

you inhaled, tilting your face up to the ceiling to prevent the tears from spilling at the frustration living inside your system. you hated how you were comforted with the way he clarified your claims immediately, though it still couldn’t beat the pain spreading all over thorax. as some tears managed to pour down anyways, you hastily wiped them, barely allowing them to pass your cheeks, though jeongguk was still quick to notice it, he just didn’t say anything or acknowledge it whatsoever.

“you told me you didn’t want it to stop soon,” you breathed out when you were sure your voice wouldn’t be shaky.

jeongguk picked up his beverage again to drink, easing his own nerves. “and you never told me the same.”

you flashed your gaze to him at his reply. “that didn’t mean i wanted it to.”

“you didn’t tell me that.”

“so, is that it? just because you thought i wanted out—you took matters in your own hands and just kicked me out of the curb by agreeing to go on a date with someone?”

“i’m not kicking you out of the curb.”

“then what do you call this?”

“nothing. you’re not my girlfriend,” he said nonchalantly, “so i don’t why you’re making it seem like i cheated on you.”

you clenched your jaw.

the reality check was like a slap on the face despite how the reminder to each other has always been a normal recurrence in the past, a way for playful banter even. but with the play of events this morning, with the image of jeongguk and soomi together grinning at each other fresh and embedded in your mind, the realization that maybe you were really the only one who cared too much like you feared, the statement punched you harder in the cheek. as a matter of fact, maybe being legitimately punched in the head was better, or being smashed against the wall would hurt less too.

“right. of course,” you said, your voice shaky then as you feared. “i’m sorry for acting like an asshole. you have fun on that date with soomi, whenever the fuck that is.” you proceeded to stand up, shutting your laptop close (as gently as you could), tucking it inside your bag and hurriedly gathering your notebooks and laid out pens to put it back on its case, shoving them too inside.

jeongguk clicked his tongue at your actions, holding your wrist to stop you but you hardly pulled it away from his grasp. “where the fuck are you going?”

“it doesn’t concern you.”

haru came back at that moment—impeccable timing, you applauded deep down—and jeongguk gave up on trying to make you sit back on your chair, resorting to looking at haru who was grinning when he arrived, obviously unaware of the tension between you and jeongguk for even when he returned to his seat, his light expression didn’t fade, just converted into something that got mixed with confusion due to what you were doing.

“leaving already, ____?” haru asked.

you glanced at him and smiled, a fucking irritating forced smile that you’re a nudge away from breaking. “yeah, i’m gonna move to the library.”

“oh, should i go with you?”

it was haru still who said that and jeongguk snapped his head to him in almost like annoyance. it showed in his face again—that scrunch of his eyebrows, that frown on his lips, the overall scowl he was beginning to wear—it was a good thing that haru was only staring at you to notice such an expression from jeongguk, because if he happened to spot that, it might give rise to subjects you two aren’t ready to discuss with anyone else. after all, it really was jimin and yebin who only knew you were fuck buddies. no one from your friend group with haru, taehyung, and goeun was aware of what you and jeongguk were doing between the sheets.

“no, it’s okay,” you said and jeongguk unconsciously relaxed on his seat. “i’d be distracted anyways if you were there.”

jeongguk rolled his eyes while haru chuckled.

“yeah, i get it. sorry, i can’t shut up even if i wanted to,” haru said.

“i’ll get going then.” you finished arranging your things, smiling at him. “bye, haru. you have a nice day.”

you didn’t even look at jeongguk as you left, just like what he did to you when he told haru the news that apparently he agreed to go on a date with soomi—not even a glance or an acknowledgement for that matter, which at last made haru look at jeongguk in a weirded out way, puzzled, chuckling a little again to relieve some of the bad energy in the air that he was able to distinguish this second.

“you and ____ okay?” haru asked, reopening one of his textbooks.

jeongguk settled for driving his stress away by going back to his drink. “yeah. don’t worry about it, we’re fine.”

“alright.”

you and jeongguk weren’t fine though, and he knew that in spite of saying otherwise.

as of this day, this wednesday where you were spending your vacant period inside the room intended for members of the campus publication, another weekend has already passed with you and jeongguk being far from fine. you had to give it to him however for reaching out later that day, messaging you and apologizing for how he came off as a dick that you only replied with a very petty ‘okay, cool.’ knowing that you’ll be getting under his skin if you sent an answer like that.

jeongguk always hated it whenever you left things for him to guess, always complaining that he couldn’t read minds and that reason was enough for you to remember being honest to him at all times. yet it was funny when you come to think of it that when you were indeed being honest these days with him, all it did was bite you hard in the ass.

“i’ve been seeing you here more often.” taehyung entered the office, causing you to raise your head from its position on the top of your folded arms against the desk in a fast manner, clearly surprised. “oh, were you having a nap?”

you blinked for a couple times as you regained consciousness, your body straightening before inclining backward on the swivel chair. you’ve been waking and then dozing off for a couple times in the past hour. “yep. next class isn’t for—” you did a quick check on your wrist watch— “another two hours.”

“same here. sorry for disturbing.”

“it’s okay.” you yawned, your mind going back to what he just said about seeing you here more often.

catching that brought back some bad emotions that you’ve been getting better at concealing these past few days, mostly because the reason why you’ve been hanging around in this place and being cooped inside of it so often than the standard was because you weren’t at jeongguk’s apartment itself, spending these three hours being eaten out or getting fucked or something plainly more enjoyable than napping inside the old organization room.

“by the way,” taehyung went to the worn out corduroy couch, laying down on it while grabbing his cellphone, “guk is going to stop by the convenience store before going here. you want something?”

speaking of the devil; you rolled your eyes. “jeongguk’s going here?”

taehyung was too focused on the message he was typing for him to see exasperation falling on your features. “yep. i’ve been bugging him to tell me what’s with him and soomi. did you see her IG story last saturday?”

“nope.” and i don’t plan to ever fucking do so. i’d be a plain fucking sadist if i were to do that.

“well, have you at least checked our GC? goeun’s been grilling jeongguk to spill.”

i have, but i muted it after seeing soomi’s name for my sanity. “nah, i’ve been too busy these days, sorry.”

“what the hell—just come here and i’ll show you the picture so you’d stop living in a fucking rock.” taehyung sat up properly, patting the space beside him.

you grimaced, your hands already beginning to get clammy at the thought of seeing whatever that picture showed. you have been avoiding the GC and any other social media platform where you and soomi are connected for the reason that you were positive photos of her and jeongguk would be shared (which turned out to be true). and yet here was taehyung, about to waste your efforts by pressuring you to look at them.

“no, it’s fine, the way i’m sitting right now is so comfortable and—”

“____, come on—”

“really, i don’t need to—”

“just hurry here, quickly, quickly—”

you groaned dramatically, muttering with a small pout that you weren’t a dog for him to call you that kind of way, taehyung laughing and jokingly apologizing just as you unwillingly occupied the spot he’s been gesturing for you to take. once there, you gulped and sucked your cheeks in, a poor attempt to make your face as neutral as possible before finally catching a glimpse of the picture.

your fingers on your knees stiffened at what you were looking at. there displayed soomi, smiling, a hand against her chin with the elbow connected to it resting on the table in view—and then there was jeongguk right next to her, smiling too, his eyebrows raised in a goofy manner, his shoulder accommodating a part of soomi’s head while his own slightly leaned down towards hers. the sight was a fucking eye sore—or maybe a tear jerker, considering how everything was starting to hurt and feel heavy that you wouldn’t question it if you suddenly fell on the ground, throwing a fucking tantrum.

“and here’s another one. they went to a karaoke bar alone for fuck’s sake and still jeongguk says they’re just friends.” taehyung chuckled, oblivious to your worsening condition as he swiped his screen to the left and played a short clip.

this one showed just jeongguk singing, the beautiful sound of his voice being heard even with soomi saying a bunch of things you weren’t able to comprehend thanks to your overwhelmed mind. all you were thinking now was that ‘he did that with me too’ and ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’, those two sentences (could the last one even be considered as a sentence? you weren’t sure) playing over and over in your head. but as the video ended, you did manage to concentrate on it for its remaining moments, staring at jeongguk who turned to the soomi’s phone at the last second and laughed, complaining about being filmed cutely.

“they kinda look good together,” taehyung said after the clip finished, amused, “which is totally weird because i never thought—” he stopped mid-sentence when he faced you and saw your head hung low, your hair covering most of his view on your features.

he tilted his head to the side where he could hopefully gain a clearer sight of your face but before he could catch a glimpse or ask about it, you pushed yourself up, coughing and clearing your throat. “sorry, uh, i think i’m about to sneeze.” you rushed to your bag where you had a tiny pack of tissue; he still couldn’t see you, and he didn’t even hear you sneeze, all he was looking at now was your back, watching you blow onto the tissue and walking to the near trashcan to throw it away, only to blow on another clean one that you’ve been holding.

taehyung’s mouth curved downwards. “you okay, ____?”

you finally locked gazes with him, your eyes a bit teary; he wouldn’t have found it weird if it was winter and you were both outside, but the room temperature was reasonable and your fidgeting state only roused his suspicions. “yeah, yeah. don’t worry about it, i’m fine. just been having this, uh, like, random moments of sneezing a lot these days. probably allergic rhinitis. this, this roo—room, is really, really, dusty,” you stammered by the end, chuckling because of the stupidity of it.

“ah…” he trailed, obviously not convinced.

you threw the dirty tissue and returned to your bag, spraying alcohol on your hands. neither of you were speaking for a solid 13 seconds, all that was heard was the zipper of your bag closing and your subtle sniffle, the steps of your feet too as you went to the swivel chair and slumped on it. while all of that was happening, taehyung remained staring at you, however he didn’t pry or asked, one of the qualities you liked about him truth be told. he always knew he should involve himself or not, and judging from your attitude, this wasn’t a good time for him to try find out what was wrong.

“do you want anything from jeongguk?”

you flickered your attention to him from the window. “what?”

“the convenience store, i mean. he’s texting me if i still want something else,” he explained calmly.

“oh,” you dabbed more tissue along the corner of your eyes and cupid’s bow, “no, no. i don’t want anything from him.”

“alright.”

more silence, and this one lasted much longer, until the door opened and it was jeongguk himself who was going inside the campus publication office. you didn’t notice it though for you were far too focused on the youtube video you’ve been distracting yourself with upon the quietness of the room, earphones on both ears, your chair turned around, so you weren’t facing the door—but a sudden cold sensation on your arm ruins your concentration, an earbud falling on your shoulder as you glanced sideways.

it was jeongguk, holding out a cold bottle of chocolate milk from a brand that he knew you loved.

“here,” he said.

you composed yourself.

this might be the lengthiest time you’ve been able to look at him for the past 10 days, and yet the rage that you were expecting to take over you upon this moment didn’t come. just a week ago you were ready to provoke him to fight; just minutes ago were you close to breaking down because of a stupid picture and video; now you were just seemingly numb and tired. you felt pathetic, as you usually did, and fucking stupid for only having this desire to jump on jeongguk and tell him that you weren’t mad anymore, hopefully making him embrace you and keep you close when you do.

you stayed rigid nevertheless. “i didn’t ask you to buy anything.”

“i know. it’s a peace offering.”

you pressed your lips together.

“and a mood booster,” he added with a hint of playfulness, cautious still, repeating what you told him one time.

you frowned, recognizing that this was how he was going to approach the problem, acting like it wasn’t a big deal and gauging your reaction to see if you were willing to do the same. you weren’t a stranger to this method of his since he has pulled this shit a couple of times—but only on minor ones that you weren’t that bothered by to remember and argue with him further. when it came to what happened though? the bigger fight between you two? with him calling what you had was bullshit? well, you weren’t so sure if you were still willing to put it behind the both of you for the sake of your ‘friendship’.

jeongguk’s hand was about drop when you grabbed the bottle, only to put it down on the desk yourself, muttering an insincere thanks and picking up the fallen earbud on your shoulder, placing it back where it belonged and twisting your chair around to get him out of your sight, his so-called peace offering being ignored.

he sighed at the treatment though didn’t push it. he just went to the couch to accompany taehyung.

throughout those remaining minutes of waiting before your phone alarmed to tell you that you should leave to attend your next class and be there on time, you managed to hear some of jeongguk and taehyung’s conversation, technically eavesdropping since for sure you weren’t making it clear that you were part of the discussion for you to have any right to listen to what they were talking about.

“it was just a date,” jeongguk said to taehyung when the latter asked about the IG stories.

“just a date? are you two going again then?” taehyung sounded like he was speaking with his mouth full of food.

“i don’t know.”

“you haven’t asked her?”

“no. she was the one who asked me out in the first place. i just agreed because she seemed nice.”

you lowered the volume of the song playing in your music app.

“you didn’t look so forced to go on a date with her based on the pictures.” taehyung snorted.

“yeah, she’s not that bad.”

“so, why haven’t you asked her out again?”

a long pause and you were no longer playing anything on your phone despite your earphones still being in place. you were holding your breath, anticipating what he was going to say, and praying that it wasn’t going to be anything that would cut your heart up in smaller pieces. you didn’t want to have another reason to be pissed off or hurt for the rest of the day

“i don't know,” jeongguk replied heavily, chewing. “just didn’t feel like it, i guess.”

taehyung laughed out loud at the dumb answer while you closed your eyes, sinking on your chair, being more confused than you already were.

note. sorry for the angst besties,, it just adds more flavor you the plot, ya know? HSJABSJABA

anyways hehe as i was editing this chapter, a song on my playlist came on that might be this episode’s ost !! it’s not part of the official playlist i made for this series but if you wanna become more emotional, listen to kathang-isip by ben&ben ! i swear it hits all the spots 😩 but it’s in filipino so hehe maybe just read the english translations aND YOU WILL UNDERSTAND MY PAIN SJDJSNSJ

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tell me they are not in love ?!!? pls the "baby" pet name made my heart melt 🥺 the smut babe it's so good and the escalation of it is PERFECT. the soft sex at the end...my heart exploded they are so in love ☹️ gosh oc stayed the night ... they said no boundaries here 🤧 but pls it was so domestic and cute my heart !! the cuddles at the end... hmmm yea they are just friends for sure ;)) I LOVED THIS AS ALWAYS !!! ugh so so good <333

( 09. ) A LOVER’S KISS.

a friends with benefits relationship never ends on a good note. unless, both parties are not dumb fucks who find themselves falling for each other along the way of their agreement, of course.

and in yours and jeongguk’s case, you should have known better than to think the two of you would be an exception to the so-called curse of being friends with benefits with someone you already hold dear to you, since not even five months since it was agreed upon—the line between being only friends and being a little like lovers only continue to get hazier and hazier.

━ jeongguk x reader ━ 3.4k words. ━ 18+ ━ smut | angst | fluff | friends with benefits au | idiots to lovers au | college au | yearning? pining? | ft. swimmer!jeongguk, editor-in-chief!reader (small appearances from swimmer!jimin & associate editor!taehyung) ━ warning/s: swearing | combined implicit and explicit sexual content | oral (f. receiving) | fingering | masturbation | penetrative + protected sex

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EPISODE 09. the one with the unexplored territory !

“i feel like i’m going to die,” you said after a few seconds of laying down on his bed, your laptop being placed next to you after you gave up on squeezing a few more paragraphs in.

jeongguk snorted, typing a set of sentences himself on his own laptop.

one thing to know about jeongguk is that he didn’t like using his dining table inside his apartment for school related tasks. he claimed that it was too far from the bed and the sockets available in his living space; other than that, he just felt ‘more relaxed’ if he did his assignments on somewhere comfier than a chair and a table. so, at this moment, the only thing he was using to keep his laptop within eye level were his knees and stomach, his back leaning against his headboard with two pillows stacked right behind him as well. it was your previous position before deciding to stretch your limbs and back, opting to make use of the bed with how it’s supposed to be utilized when some joints began to ache.

“take a nap,” he suggested.

you sighed, staring at the ceiling. “i can’t. i might oversleep, and i need to go home in about an hour.”

“i can just accompany you until you reach your apartment if you’re worried about heading back on your own.”

“nah, guk, you know i wouldn’t want you to bother.”

“then are you going to leave already?” he tilted his head to the side to glance at you.

“i’ve been here for about four hours now—i wouldn’t use the word ‘already’ if i do decide to leave.”

“but wouldn’t you want to stay for a little longer?”

you sat up, checked your word file, clicked the save button for another safety measure (even though it autosaves, you were just that paranoid), and closed your laptop. “why? what’s in it for me?” you teased, heading to your things that were placed on one of the dining chairs, quickly tidying up.

jeongguk closed his laptop too. “was that an invitation to start dirty talking?”

you laughed.

he crawled out of the bed and left his laptop beside his stacked pillows, soon walking towards you who had your back faced to him, busy with your belongings that you didn’t notice him do so; you even jumped a little when you abruptly felt his arms wrap around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder before he turned his head sideways and lightly pressed kisses on your cheek down to your jaw. “how about i at least eat you out before you leave? i missed the taste of you, baby.”

you blinked rapidly, controlling your breathing and acting unfazed. “that’s… that’s awfully straightforward of you.”

“don’t you want it too?” jeongguk teased with a chuckle, his teeth biting lightly on your earlobe. “we’ll just be quick, i promise. i’ll make you come fast.”

“hey,” you moved your head sideways and narrowed your eyes on him, “i want you to take time on things like that.”

he slowly turned you around and grinned. “yeah? want my tongue against that pussy for as long as you like?”

“would you want me to blow you in just three seconds and call it a day?”

“no, but i always feel like i’m gonna come in three seconds anyway whenever you put your mouth around me.” he snickered.

you laughed at that and he began kissing your neck, pushing you ever so gently against the wall beside the chair your bag was sitting on, his hand already roaming south and going forth with his proposed plan for tonight. you bit your lip as you moaned quietly, jeongguk’s hand caressing you between your legs, his audible wet kisses causing goosebumps to rise on your arms, the scent of his cologne becoming prominent at the close proximity of your bodies.

“guk…” you sighed, his fingers lifting your top up that you comply to, seeing him toss it somewhere on the floor. “let’s do this quick, okay? i need to go home in a few minutes.”

“okay, baby.” his mouth then began to travel downwards, first giving attention to your neck and collarbones, leaving damp marks on then before attending to your breasts next, gnawing on them softly and humming, whispering how ‘cute’ and ‘cuddly’ they were with a childlike chuckle, until he kneeled down and kissed you all over your stomach, seriously taking his time like you noted, all the while unzipping your jeans and tugging them off.

he brushed his lips against your thighs, a murmur of “lift your feet for me,” being spoken as he removed your bottoms and left you with nothing but your undergarments. jeongguk kept on kissing along the insides of your legs, arousing you more and more as each peck of his lips sent something straight to your core, the sound of his deep inhale once he was near your clothed pussy turning you on and you dared to flicker your eyes down to where he was, watching jeongguk rub the spot where you clit was supposed to be with his thumb, this eager look noticeable with his gaze.

“no teasing,” you warned.

your eyes met, and jeongguk chuckled and nodded before sliding your underwear to the ground, carrying on with licking your heat—an experimental and barely satisfying lick that was followed by another one that gave the same lacking feeling. you unconsciously pouted in greed of pleasure, lifting your feet again to discard of your panties, but the moment you raised your left leg higher, jeongguk was quick to hold it and move closer to your pussy, setting your thigh on his shoulder as he dived right back to his promise of making you come, no longer being timid now.

“ah, fuck,” you hissed, pushing yourself harder against the wall.

he groaned at the growing taste of you and sucked your clit with more intent, his eyelids closing as he concentrated on nothing but the sensation of your pussy lips on his tongue and the smell of your arousal conquering his sense of smell. you heard him grunt, felt him sway his head from side to side, and you placed both of your hands on the top of his head for some kind of support, puffing out air.

jeongguk pulled back and replaced his mouth with his fingers, gliding two of them against your slit as he stared up at you. locking eyes with him, he smirked, mouth and chin glistening with your slick that you immediately clenched at right at the same time when he slipped one finger in, jeongguk thus getting a feel of that action. “am i doing it right, baby?” he asked, kissing gently on your mound, lips puckered and all. “am i making you feel good?”

you nodded, whimpering as he added another finger inside. “yes… yes, guk.”

he went back in, sucking your clit while establishing a delicious pace in fucking you with his fingers. you moaned loudly and tightened your grip on his hair, lowering your cunt towards his mouth in search of that one angle that would help send you to cloud nine, too engrossed with the ecstasy you were experiencing to realize that you were practically grinding your pussy against his face at that point. jeongguk groaned, his cock hardening underneath his sweatpants; he couldn’t stop himself from sneaking a hand inside his sweatpants to fondle with his manhood, pausing a bit to use the hand coated with your juices to jerk himself off before immediately going back to work with more vigor, diving his tongue deeper inside you and holding your thigh on his shoulder firmer.

“fucking hell—fuck, guk—that feels fucking good—” you cried, your hands tugging on his hair and guiding him where you want it still. “you’re gonna make me come.”

he opened his eyes and stared up at you, moaning and licking up and down. that sight was absolutely one for the books, with his gaze dazed and fucked, his lips even turning up in a smirk. you moaned, begging him to make you come for you were really only a few steps away, and he slid the tip of his tongue inside your walls, his nose rubbing along your clit.

you screamed his name shakily and covered your own mouth afterwards in self-consciousness, jeongguk sighing when you clenched around the small muscle, precum leaking on the tip of his cock at just the thought of having his dick inside you instead—to feel that grip and that wetness surrounding his cock instead.

“oh my god—” your heart was hammering inside your chest, the knot so close to snapping. “faster, faster, baby, keep on doing that—”

he let out a snarl, fixed on granting you that orgasm, his hand on your thigh moving behind you to cup your ass, pushing your heat harsher towards his face. you bit your lip, whimpering, your horniness driving you to squeeze your tits together, massaging them and adding stimulation to everything that was happening at the moment—and jeongguk moaned loudly, enjoying his view below you as well.

“come, baby,” he grunted, his cock hard underneath his grasp; you couldn’t see it for you were too distracted with your pleasure, but no doubt you’d only get turned on further if you did, “come on my mouth—give me what i want, hm?”

“fuckfuckfuck!”

he growled, sending vibrations up your core, lapping on your pussy like a fucking starved and deprived man.

“jeongguk!” you cried—a final cry before the coil breaks and you’re coming on jeongguk’s mouth, your hips erratically thrusting towards his face with no control. all you wanted to do was feed onto the high you were feeling, obviously not thinking much to your lewd actions that jeongguk nonetheless and eagerly welcomed, sticking his tongue out for you to use and fuck as he rapidly stroked his cock back and forth.

it was already a given that after that happened, and you managed to calm down, you gestured for jeongguk to stand back up again, begging him to fuck you properly with needy kisses on his throat. he agreed immediately, literally commanding you to go at the bed while he rushed to get a condom, putting that one on and running back to you, no longer acting hesitant or what for he was sure you were stretched out enough to take his cock right away. you were practically dripping, perhaps both with your slick and his saliva from jeongguk practically making out with your pussy, that when he finally pushed his dick inside you, it went in so smoothly and so good, jeongguk moaning and pulling his shirt off before continuously ramming you with his cock.

another thing to know about jeongguk—that guy can go for ages. it was a pro and a con at the same time. a pro, because obviously, your libido was still quite high at this rate and you reveled at the fact that his was too; a con, because just like what was taking place right now, once jeongguk began fucking you, he was gonna want to go again and again as long as you wanted it as well. and most of the time, also like right now, you wanted him to fuck you over and over again until you were satiated too, your initial concern to go home supposedly in a few minutes fading away.

the latest hour you could allow yourself to leave jeongguk’s apartment was 9:30 PM because you didn’t want to take the bus too late at night. even though he always insisted that he could just accompany you until you arrived at your own place as what he did earlier, you didn’t want to be a burden and let him waste time heading home with you only to take another ride back to his.

plus, it wasn’t like you could sleep at his apartment too; he never asked anyways and you didn’t want to push your luck, thinking that it was probably best not to engage in sleepovers as it might complicate things too.

“so fucking amazing,” jeongguk hissed against your ear, fucking you for the third round that evening. he kept on kissing your cheek, your temple, your ear, and your hair while whispering that phrase repeatedly.

you wrapped your legs around his waist, the heels of your feet pressing on his ass once you were getting closer to come again. you embraced him, seemingly holding on for dear life as you closed your eyes, moaning and enjoying each of his thrusts. they were slower at the moment, feeling quite intimate if you were going to be honest—but per usual, you didn’t say anything, still not ready how to confront whatever topic might arise if you do. besides, you were convincing yourself that jeongguk was probably a bit tired to not be as ‘wild’ as he usually was. before yesterday, you haven’t seen each other for a few days because of his constant training for the upcoming swimming tournament next month, so you figured his body was truly exhausted to go all out tonight since he’s been working hard already to do so.

“gonna come, baby,” he softly said, one long and lingering kiss on your cheek. “come with me?”

you arched your back a bit. “go harder, babe.”

he pushed himself up, your arm sliding to hold onto his biceps instead as he slammed his hips towards yours with intent. it didn’t take long for either of you to come, jeongguk groaning as he did, his forehead touching yours, his cum shooting inside the condom while your warm walls squeezed him tight, your mewling mixing with his grunts and the sound of your skin hitting each other for the last time prominent until he pulled out, carrying on with the standard routine after having sex.

you tried to regulate your breathing, watching him pick up his boxers and wear them, jogging towards his fridge to get something to drink next. he returned swiftly and handed you a water bottle that you took, sitting up to drink from it properly as your gaze flickered to the digital clock he had on his bedside table.

11:14 PM it showed; you grimaced.

“stay for the night,” jeongguk said then.

you lowered the bottle, blinking at him in confusion. “what?”

“or are you magically okay with going home at this time?” he took the bottle back when you handed it to him.

you slid off the bed, searching for your undergarments. you were just thinking about how sleepovers was an unexplored territory in this set-up, and yet here he was, prompting the idea of doing it after the months you’ve been fuck buddies. you didn’t know how to feel about that, but whatever it was that you were going to feel eventually, you knew it was going to be far from anything negative (which maybe wasn’t a good sign on its own).

“you can just leave early tomorrow. i have training at about 5 AM too, so i can ride with you on the bus and you can get off at your stop.”

you finished clipping your bra on. you were either going to be a dumb bitch or you were going to be smart and not give in to temptation for once.

“what do you say?” jeongguk placed the bottle on the counter.

“are you going to let me borrow your clothes for me to sleep in? or do you expect me to sleep naked?” you asked with a teasing tone.

being a dumb bitch, it is.

he grinned. “well, i have no problem with you doing the latter, to be honest,” he snickered, “but of course, i’m going to let you borrow my clothes.”

“uh, then can i wash for a while in your shower too?”

“go ahead, ____. i’ll try to find you something that’ll hopefully fit while you’re at it.”

“okay.” you sprinted to his bathroom after getting all of your clothes from the floor.

you kept telling yourself to act cool as you washed your body with his soap, his familiar scent not really helping you indeed act cool and unbothered. you even had to ask borrowing his towel when you were done, contemplating for about three minutes before doing that since you were aware that it might not be hygienic for you to do so, but jeongguk soon knocked on the door and handed you a fresh one plus old clothes of his, your overthinking minimizing in relief as you thanked him and continued to dry yourself.

“can we go straight to sleep after i take a shower?” jeongguk asked when you were done, going inside to take one himself.

you nodded. “sounds great.”

“great.”

in that vacant period of him showering and you laying on his bed that notably had new sheets on when you hopped on it, you still thought if there was a way to possibly back out. you were already laying down, you already used some of his mouthwash, his soap as mentioned, and now you were wearing this shirt you knew he couldn’t wear anymore since he’s gotten bigger for it along with boxer shorts you swore you’ve seen him wear a couple of times (and you were wearing them with no panties inside, may you add, since you washed your underwear for you to wear when you head home tomorrow, letting it dry on the towel rack inside the bathroom).

“what’s with that face?” jeongguk laughed as he stepped outside, finishing his shower. his hair wasn’t wet which meant he might have washed his body too like you did.

you crossed your arms. “what face?”

“you look constipated.”

“consti—i don’t look constipated.” you denied.

he smirked, turning on the bedside lamp and proceeded to switch off the main light. you sucked in a deep breath, your fingers dragging the blanket up as you sank lower on the mattress. you kinda hated how normal he was acting, like you’ve been having sleepovers since forever; you mostly hated it because it was making you once again feel like you were the only one who cared too much.

“one pillow enough?” he asked, slipping under the same blanket.

“yeah.” you stared ahead.

“you don’t like sleeping with the lights on, do you?”

“nope. you don’t too, right?”

he hummed in agreement, the last source of light disappearing on cue. the only thing that was keeping the room remotely lit was now the moon and some street lights outside the building, and upon the darkness enabling you to become sleepier than you were, you brought the blanket higher to your shoulders and thought about turning your body sideways opposite to jeongguk, but you weren’t fond of facing the floor or any empty space when sleeping without a pillow being in between, so you didn’t continue with the idea.

“goodnight, ____,” jeongguk yawned, a short affectionate caress given to your hair.

you exhaled. “goodnight, guk.”

you ended up sleeping soundly despite your unnecessary worries. though other than that, you ended up doing something else too—and that was cuddling with him in the middle of your slumber (shocking), realizing that when when you woke up at about 4:10 AM because of jeongguk’s alarm and finding yourself already hugging his torso, your face pressed against his neck while an arm and leg of his was thrown over your body carelessly, the position clearly screaming ‘cuddle’ for you to mistake it as anything else.

you blinked a bunch of times, your barely awake brain not really processing anything vividly, then jeongguk stirred, pulling away to snooze the alarm and suddenly returning to his position, embracing you tighter with the front of his chin resting on your hair. that’s when you were seriously starting to wake up and couldn’t sleep anymore, only pretending that you were for the sake of avoiding any type of embarrassment, your heart thumping in that familiar rhythmic manner as you daringly decided to make use of those minutes behaving less cautiously and afraid.

you hugged him tighter, scooted even nearer, allowed your mouth press on his throat ‘without meaning’, and at each of your movement, jeongguk’s hand would groggily rub your back, as if he was putting you back to sleep, until his alarm rang again and the two of you were forced to wake up.

maybe not only to start the day—but also to come back to reality too.

note. yes,,, they are still apparently friends folks JHDSJHDJSD this chapter was really just pure filth and fluff (as a part of the commercial break still) hehehehe also im kinda rusty with smut scenes for some reason so meh wish my good luck for the next ep that will also *spoiler alert* contain smut :>

THANK YOU FOR READING & FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED ! ♡(ˆ‿ˆԅ)

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ahhh babe i'm so excited for this !! i can already tell this is gonna be one, hot steamy fic !! pls jungkook's tattoos will be the end of us all 😩 can i be added to the taglist ? 🥺

Marks On Your Skin || myg + jikook (teaser)

“Baby,” Yoongi tilted your chin so you’d look at him, “are you sure that’s what you want?”

You gulped, pupils blown wide at the fact that Yoongi was even considering what you’d just said.

“Because if so,” he placed a gentle kiss on your cheek, whispering the next words into your skin, “you know I’ll make it happen for you.”

⊱──────── ✬ ✬ ✬ ────────⊰

Despite not having any of your own, you loved tattoos. The beautiful pieces of body art had always intrigued you for as long as you could remember. You also loved your long term partner, Min Yoongi, who was just as tatooless as you were. One night while tipsy, you let a fantasy slip that you’d meant to keep hidden: you wanted to be fucked by someone with tattoos. And while Yoongi, always so eager to please, can’t help you with that, he knows just the 2 guys who can.

➥Pairing: boyfriend!yoongi/reader, tattoo artist!jk/reader/tattoo artist!jimin

➥Genre: established relationship, smut (almost pwp), fluff, foursome

➥Rating: 18+

Coming Soon!

A/N: ok so this is a bit different lmao but actual tattooed jungkook has been making me go through it lately and this idea just happened to pop up outta nowhere; after discussing with with @dntaewithluv I figured I wanted to give it a shot. Also as a disclaimer: all my graphics are made by me, but I did find the Jimin edit on Pinterest (watermarked with “sgfgdolans”) and I made the JK edit too~

Anyways I’m hoping to have this out relatively soon as I anticipate it’ll be shorter than most of my other works (no promises). I’m also working on Pick Your Fighter and the angel/devil smau as well as the next OFY drabble, so I’ve got a lot in the works currently.

I hope you look forward to this, and if you wanna be added to a taglist, please let me know!

my heart is mended now (for right now 😭) they are too cute and gosh their feelings <\333

( 07. ) A LOVER’S KISS.

a friends with benefits relationship never ends on a good note. unless, both parties are not dumb fucks who find themselves falling for each other along the way of their agreement, of course.

and in yours and jeongguk’s case, you should have known better than to think the two of you would be an exception to the so-called curse of being friends with benefits with someone you already hold dear to you, since not even five months since it was agreed upon—the line between being only friends and being a little like lovers only continue to get hazier and hazier.

━ jeongguk x reader ━ 3.1k words. ━ 18+ ━ smut | angst | fluff | friends with benefits au | idiots to lovers au | college au | yearning? pining? | ft. swimmer!jeongguk, editor-in-chief!reader (small appearances from swimmer!jimin & associate editor!taehyung) ━ warning/s: swearing

note. no smut for this part, but i’m keeping the rating 18+ and have the smut label above since this drabble series overall isn’t suitable for minors !!

[ chapter index. ]

EPISODE 07. the one with the fever !

jeongguk shouldn’t have come.

he shouldn’t have went to his uncle’s restaurant and asked his auntie, the main cook, to hopefully serve him some rice porridge for take-out; he shouldn’t have looked too concerned when goeun mentioned earlier that day that you skipped the rest of your classes because of your ongoing fever, only attending the first one and ending up in the clinic when you could barely keep your head high inside the classroom; and most importantly, he shouldn’t have skipped swimming training this afternoon just to rush to your apartment and see how you were doing—because when it came to you and him, it was still practically hopeless.

you haven’t been talking to him or regarding his presence as anything significant for that matter. the only time you did, it was only to relay messages from taehyung or haru, or maybe even just regarding the varsity swim team—but then you started doing that more with jimin too, hanging around the university pool to talk to yebin and jimin and never him. when he had the balls to confront you about it, asking why you were still cold towards him when it’s been three weeks now since the fight happened, when he’s been frankly trying to patch things up with you, you only gave him a look and said, “i have no reason to talk to you, jeongguk, that’s why. i’m not avoiding you.”

“are we not friends anymore?”

“we are,” you said, your face softening for a short while, “but i don’t think we can be as close as we were.”

he knew what that meant, of course. by not being as close as you were, you meant that the both of you won’t be fucking around anymore. that was already a given though, it was already understood by jeongguk the moment he was crazy enough to agree to have a date with soomi, but hearing you confirm that felt like a nail in the coffin somehow. he had to control his features when you told him that, acting like he was okay because after all, it was him who apparently ‘threw you out of the curb’ and he should just at least accept that it was his doing that led to this.

so, yeah, jeongguk shouldn’t really have come to your apartment at this instance. it was him who said it too, you weren’t his girlfriend, yet why couldn’t he stop himself from being restless until he visited you and made sure you weren’t as bad as goeun expressed in the GC? he knew how you were with sickness; you loathed it, but ironically took care of that sickness by not doing anything that would help you feel better. hence why you probably still went to that class earlier despite being well aware you were having a fever.

with a sigh, he rang the doorbell and knocked twice after, waiting for you to open it where he’ll have to face you and explain this whole gesture he was doing in case you’d call him out for it.

“____?” he called when it’s been taking longer than usual. “it’s me. open up.”

you pulled the door open and emerged at the other side the second he said that. jeongguk’s gaze fell on you, his forehead wrinkling at the sight of your obviously tired appearance. you were wearing blue pajama bottoms and a white tank top, a considerably revealing outfit but what has jeongguk hasn’t seen at this point for you to care? “sorry,” you weakly said, indeed unconcerned about your assemble, “for taking long. uh, what are you—”

“can i come in?”

you met his eyes and frowned. “why are you here?”

“do you really have to ask that?”

“well, yeah. you have training this afternoon.”

“you know?”

“it hasn’t been long, jeongguk.” you snorted, swinging the door wider then and walking back inside your studio apartment, heading to the bed again while jeongguk followed behind you, though instead of going to the bed as well, he went straight to your kitchen.

“i bought rice porridge.”

you sighed, laying down. “thanks.”

“you want to eat it right now?”

“i can eat it after you leave.”

“i’m not leaving until you eat it.”

“because?”

“because you wouldn’t eat it then,” he said, glancing at you to see that you were glaring at him. “what? it hasn’t been that long for me too. i’m positive that you’re not going to get up on that bed except when you have to pee.”

you rolled your eyes. “so what? i’m feeling better than earlier. i just need to sleep this one in.”

“have you drank some medicine for that?”

“yeah.”

“how many hours ago?”

“i’m not sure.”

“why are you not sure? aren’t you keeping track?”

“no.”

“how come?”

“because i was attempting to fucking sleep rather than make a timetable, to be honest.”

“well, can you try remembering—”

“jeongguk, stop acting like my mom—you’re making my head hurt worse than it does.” you groaned.

he ignored the way you called him jeongguk, the most annoying thing you’ve uttered in that sentence aside from pettily comparing him to your mom. it has been like that since three weeks ago, ever since that stupid argument at the coffee shop happened—and if he hasn’t made it apparent enough, he fucking hated it. it created a distance between the both of you that you clearly knew because you never called him jeongguk except when you were serious. you always called him guk even before you were fuck buddies, then an occasional baby or babe when it came to bed. don’t get him wrong though, jeongguk always liked the name his parents gave him, but he just didn’t like how it always came out of your lips because of bitterness.

“i’ll stop acting like your mom when you stop acting like a fucking kid,” he answered after a few seconds, too concentrated on transfering the take-out in one of your ceramic bowls to quip that back quickly. he carried on lifting the bowl carefully out of the counter and walking towards you, placing it on your bedside table, the closest flat surface he could spot. “now, come on, just eat.”

you massaged your temples with one hand, your head facing the roof. “can you just leave first?”

“you really want to get rid of me that much?”

“you’re not supposed to be here.” you told him frustratingly. “you’re not—we’re not—it’s just different now, okay? you can’t do this type of shit.”

“why? ‘cause i’m with soomi? me and her are not even exclusive.”

“does she know that? or are you just deciding things on your own again?”

“three dates,” he said with a grit of his teeth, “three fucking dates—that’s all that has happened so far.”

“oh, so there really was a third date?” you flashed your eyes to him, irritated. “have you kissed her?”

“does it matter?”

“no.”

“then you don’t need to know.”

“you did kiss her, did you?” you said with a scoff; you continued moving your thumb and middle finger on your temples, easing the headache away as you returned staring at anywhere but his face. “i bet you already fucked her too.”

jeongguk gave you an exasperated look. he couldn’t believe that even sick like this, you really still had to go use some of your remaining strength in arguing with him. the fact that it was as stupid as whether he and soomi fucked was further pissing him off. “i came here to check if you were okay, not to start a fight with you again.”

“i’m fine, i already told you.”

“what did you have for lunch?”

“stop asking and leave.”

“did you just eat instant noodles?”

“it’s none of your—”

“try to remember when you last took medicine so we can see if you can take it again.”

you shut your eyes, giving up in arguing for every word you said took a toll on your worsening headache, the hand rubbing your head eventually covering entirely what’s above your nose, your palm spread over it. you took even deep breaths, each breath escaping your mouth as a loud gust of air, and jeongguk couldn’t stop himself from suddenly reaching forward to gently remove your hand to replace it with his own, your said hand laying down on your stomach as you stared at him.

“you’re burning,” he whispered.

you grabbed his wrist and placed it away from your face, caving in. “i think i took the paracetamol after goeun left.”

“which was this morning?”

you nodded.

“and you didn’t take one again after that?”

“no.”

“____,” he sighed, disappointed, “and you expect me to leave you alone?”

“i’m fine,” you defended one last time, “i know i just need to sleep this one out and i’ll be good as new when i wake up.”

jeongguk abruptly sat down on the space next to you and you narrowed your eyes on him, more so when he grabbed one of your pillows that was by the foot of the bed and put it on his lap, sitting cross-legged. if that wasn’t strange to you enough, he really had to reach for your bowl of rice porridge, using the previous pillow as some kind of support, grabbing the spoon to stir it around the deep dish.

“eat this and drink your medicine after.”

“jeongguk—”

“do you want me to feed you?” he dryly asked. “because you know i’ll do that just to get you eating.”

you grimaced, sighing for the nth time this afternoon, and slowly sat up, a wave of dizziness conquering your vision for a second or two that stopped you and had you wincing. it made him return the bowl to the bedside table and assist you in sitting up first, soon passing the pillow from his lap to yours once you were settled and handing you the porridge so that you could start eating at last.

“did your auntie make this?” you asked after three scoops.

jeongguk stood up, intending to find your medicine and get you a glass of water as well. “yeah.”

he found the paracetamol tablets on the kitchen counter easily, still inside a paper bag with a receipt from the pharmacy he’s assuming where goeun bought it. he poured water from one of your pitches inside the fridge to a glass, and went back to place all of them to your very useful bedside table today, comfortably waiting then on the spot he took minutes ago, cross-legged again with his palms pressed down on the mattress beside him.

“make sure those socks are clean,” you muttered, nodding at his toe socks.

he smiled a bit. hearing that line from you after so long felt nice. “they are, don’t worry.”

while you were busy finishing your meal, jeongguk began composing a text message to his coach excusing his absence for today’s training, reasoning that there was an emergency that he had to attend to. before pushing the send button though, he pursed his lips at the consequences he’d have to surely face tomorrow, his guess being that he was going to be required to run more laps than his teammates for their daily morning run at the tracking field until his legs officially turned jelly.

glancing at you to see that you were maybe two scoops away from already finishing the porridge however, jeongguk thought that the punishment he was bound to experience was worth it if it meant you were going to feel better after his visit—or greater yet, if you and him would be back to being friendly with one another after this day too. he knew that the latter one might have been his goal all along in going here, since he’s genuinely convinced that if he has to go one more week of being treated like this by you, he was going to throw an embarrassing fit.

“thanks,” you muttered as you swallowed your last spoonful of porridge, jeongguk stealing the empty bowl from your grasp to place it momentarily on the near table, offering you the medicine and the glass of water next. you told him your thanks again, and allowed him to take it away from you when you were done while grabbing the bowl to bring all of them to the sink, doing the honors of washing them as well.

jeongguk was seriously supposed to leave after he did that; he was supposed to deem what he did for you as sufficient. but as he set down the bowl in the dish rack, glancing at you to see that you were still sitting, perhaps because you just ate, and was adjusting the blankets covering half of your body, jeongguk just couldn’t tell himself to stop here before everything became a bit too much. he was just so worried—he didn’t want you out of his sight until you were at least 99% fine. he was fucking mad at himself for being this way.

“how are you feeling?” he asked, returning to his place.

you yawned. “okay.”

“better?”

“kind of.”

he smiled and touched your forehead with the back of his hand, checking again if there was any progress. “i should have bought you a cooling patch before going here.”

“jeongguk…” you wrapped your fingers around his wrist like earlier, lowering it down too, but this time, you didn’t let go as quickly as you did, “does soomi know you’re here?”

he furrowed his brows. “why should she?”

“i have no energy to explain something to you that you already know.”

“i told you—we’re not exclusive.”

“still...”

“still, what?”

“you’re dating her,” you said, “and we’re… well, i’m just assuming she doesn’t know that—that we used to—”

“she doesn’t have to know that.”

“what?” it was your turn to furrow your eyebrows at him. “you should tell her that at least for her to be—”

“i’m not serious about her, ____. she’s not someone i see myself calling my girlfriend.”

“then why keep dating her?”

he shrugged. it was his go-to action these days whenever he was questioned about anything soomi related. “i don’t know.” that was his go-to answer too. “i just don’t know how to reject her.”

you scoffed. “don’t break her heart. if you really don't like soomi, don’t let her invest more feelings in you.”

“like you care about soomi like that.”

“it’s just common sense, okay? it sucks to be led on.”

there it was again, the bitterness, the same vibe jeongguk would get whenever you spoke the entirety of his first name to him. “have you ever felt i led you on?” he asked.

he tried being cautious but it was just no use at your current state with one another. a lot has already happened ever since he agreed to go on a date with soomi; he already felt tons of emotions that he knew he wasn’t supposed to feel for someone who’s only just a friend—yet he always pushed them away, because even though he wanted to believe that maybe the reason why you’ve been behaving so indifferent with him was because you were feeling the exact emotions he was going through as well, he also knew he wasn’t ready to confront them, didn’t know what to do with that information if ever you confirmed his suspicions. jeongguk has always been vocal about it to absolutely everyone, but really, he just didn’t know if he was set to be in a serious relationship, especially if it was going to be with you.

he was already just… just ridiculously attached to you. you were too familiar to him; you were someone he wanted to stick around him and constantly be in his vicinity for a long time. you already established a special place in his life even as just one of his closest peers, and he was afraid that if you and him were to date, inevitably enlarging that spot of yours much more than it is, the heartbreak would be a million times worse in the end if things didn’t go as smoothly as he liked. it was a stupid assumption and a typical one that is; however, jeongguk truly didn’t think he was prepared for that anytime soon.

“what do you think?” you unlatched your fingers from his wrist.

he frowned. “i think we’ve always been clear on where we stand.”

your mouth curved upwards for a bit, your eyes on the other hand appearing melancholic. “fuck buddies?”

“friends,” he corrected. “you know you’re one of my best ones, right?”

“i always had a hunch.”

“you are. and fuck, you’ve been really killing me, treating me like this.”

your lips twitched once more. “you started it. do you know how much you hurt me?”

“i know,” he said, moving his gaze down, “and i’m sorry. i should have been more sensitive. our set-up is already complicated—i shouldn’t have made it messier.”

you crossed your arms, hugging yourself, a hand fiddling with the material of your top. “sorry too. for overreacting. i knew i had no right to be so mad like this.”

“it’s okay. you wouldn’t have reacted like that if i didn’t rile you up.”

“did you do that on purpose?”

“no,” he chuckled halfheartedly, “i was just mad as well… about other things. ridiculous things.”

“which were?”

“i’ll tell you in another day.”

you rolled your eyes, snorting. “okay.”

jeongguk stared at you, eyes shifting all over your features briskly, this yearning expression displayed on his own. without holding back, he abruptly blurted out a confession that had you blinking, surprised yet at the same time, expecting it. “i miss you so much,” he said. “would you let me hold you just this time?”

too honest, that’s what he was, though miraculously, you didn’t become angry at his statement. you just turned away from his face as you pushed yourself forward from leaning on the headboard, scooting down lower and getting yourself in a comfortable position on your bed.

“friends are allowed to cuddle, right?” you said, pulling your blanket to your side, an obvious invitation.

jeongguk no longer questioned it or pretended not to be eager, only rapidly crawling closer to you, sliding an arm behind your shoulders, the sensation of your utterly warm body because of the fever oddly consoling him that he still welcomed it with a tight embrace, letting out a shaky exhale when he actually felt your arms encircle his torso, your cheek pressing on his chest. he hugged you tightly, whispering that he missed you again, and you just nodded, confessing that you appreciate him for coming today despite his busy schedule.

“are we okay now?” he murmured against your hair, inhaling and getting a whiff of your familiar scent, relaxing him.

the tip of your nose touched his adam’s apple. “yeah.”

you ended up asleep in his arms that afternoon. he tried napping with you, but couldn’t, because he kept on thinking of one thing over and over again for him to be truly at peace.

he was going to try telling soomi first thing tomorrow that he wanted out.

note. they’re fiNALLY OKAY AND WE HAD A CHANCE TO SEE MORE OF JK’S PERSPECTIVE ABOUT THE WHOLE THING NOW BUT AS WE CAN SEE,,, THERE ARE STILL THINGS LEFT UNSAID !!!!!!!!! we still have nine more chapters to go sO DEFINITELY A LOT ARE STILL WAITING TO HAPPEN HDJSHDJHSJDHJ

THANK YOU FOR READING & FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED ! ♡(ˆ‿ˆԅ)

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