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you have me hooked already ahh cant wait !!! i wanna know the backstory behind oc and jungkook and how they got to where they are at right now gahhh my heart can't wait. they sound so soft and cute before and the anticipation to find out everything is real 😭 the tone jungkook has and his personality i don't know whether i hate it or if i find it attractive 😩 the angst i already feel it's gonna be so good so spicy!! also the smut 🤧 cant wait for your next update !! <33

01. returning home | love ain't a business

chapter summary: the worlds collide when a certain someone unexpectedly returns home and crashes the party.

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 5.7k

genre/rating/au: 18+ | fwb, e2l, bfb, and fake dating au | smut, angst

warnings: descriptions of panic, smut in the forms of: unprotected sex, shower sex, multiple orgasms, breast play, fingering

author's note: huge thanks to pals at bangtansorciere for helping me with parts of this fic when i felt a little insecure about my writing!

crosspost: ao3 | wattpad

chapter index | m.list

↠ prologue | [01] | [02] | [03] | [04] | [05] | [06] | [07] | [08] | epilogue

After forming the verbal agreement in the bar, Jaehyun had introduced you to his lawyer the next week to discuss your contractual relationship at length. There were a few papers you needed to sign – a non-disclosure agreement followed by the contract itself – that made the arrangement more daunting at first, but, when you’re reminded of Jaehyun’s hopeless face, the fountain pen moved on its own as you signed a year of your life away without a second thought.

Plus… the amount of zeroes attached to your ‘monthly stipend’ was definitely a great bonus. With your tuition paid for and the fact that you no longer had to work in the shitty café that served awful coffee to customers who call themselves ‘influencers’; you were living the dream. Until—

“Come on, just move in with me!” Jaehyun pleads, bottom lip jutting out. “What if my parents come for a surprise visit?”

You groaned, shutting your laptop as gently as your frustrations would allow you to. Despite your mountain of homework, Jaehyun had forced himself over, eager to set the plan in motion over pizza and a movie.

“No,” you whined, exhaling irritably before grabbing a slice. “I like my shoebox-sized apartment. Besides, couples don’t have to move in together for their relationship to look convincing.”

Jaehyun tilted his head to the side while tapping his chin with his index finger. “Ah! What if you don’t have to pay rent?”

You won’t lie, he had you wrapped around his finger with that statement. Your mouth hung open for a second before you placed your pizza back on the paper plate and frowned. “Okay… I’m listening…”

Jaehyun began to explain, in great detail, all the free amenities his luxurious penthouse offered, and you tried hard not to drool on your old leather couch at the mentions of a spa, a swimming pool, and dry-cleaning service. Sure, you weren’t all about the money, but hey, a girl’s got to live, and if receiving a monthly stipend was a dream come true, this was now a fantasy in the making.

You tried not to be too eager when you agreed.

In a few short days, you managed to collect any clean cardboard out of the apartment’s recycling to pack your things into, much to Jaehyun’s disgust. Ignoring his comments as he helped you pack, you filled them to the brim with your things – random trinkets, sketchbooks, portraits, clothes, and your meager amount of fabric and sewing supplies. Your apartment was a mess by the end of the first week – various sized boxes littering your apartment. Some were taped shut while others hung open, contents threatening to spill out as they were stacked precariously on top of one another. However, while you arranged for your departure over the course of a couple weeks, you weaved through the chaos expertly like a ballerina, taking care not to accidentally bump into the overflow and risk toppling the mountains of cardboard thus braking whatever was inside.

When Jaehyun called you the morning of your move, frantic that there was a problem in the company, you expected that you’d just be moving your things in alone. However, just as you taped your very last box and observed the single bedroom apartment you lived in through some odd number of years, you heard voices outside of your door followed by a few loud knocks.

Not expecting any visitors, you peeped through the hole to find three men in blue jumpsuits and white gloves. One of them, you assumed to be the leader, was gazing at the clipboard in his hand, flipping papers while he waited patiently. Confused, you unlatched the deadbolt and stuck your head out.

“Yes?” you answered hesitantly.

“Hi, we’re from 2! 3! Moving Company. Helping you move as easy as 1, 2, 3 since 1993,” the man recited cheerily after a quick bow. “We have an order to help you move under the name of one” – he scans the clipboard quickly – “Mr. Jeon Jaehyun. He’s hired us for the entire day. Do you need help with packing your things, ma’am? If you’re done, we can start the moving process.”

“I—no, thank you. I mean, yeah, I’m done with packing. Uh, please, come in,” you stuttered. Slightly miffed at the lack of communication from your supposed fiancé, you make a mental note to reprimand him later when he returned from his meeting.

You opened the door wider to let the workers in, shrinking to the wall by the entryway as they began hauling boxes out of the apartment. As you watched the workers grunt as they lift your heavy furniture, you were ultimately grateful for Jaehyun’s impulsive act.

While the three movers streamed in and out of your apartment, you stood awkwardly to the side, moving robotically around to try and get out of the way. Helping them seemed wrong and you couldn’t offer them water since your cups were all packed away in a box. Not knowing what else to do, you retreated to the floor of your living room and pulled your laptop from your backpack, finishing some last-minute coursework you hadn’t had time for while dealing with the tornado that was your current life.

You didn’t even get to the 500 minimum word count in your essay before one of the workers peeked in from the open door to inform you that they were done. You blinked in surprise, glancing around rapidly to find that yep – you were sitting in an empty apartment, devoid of furniture and the hazardous stacks of boxes.

“We’re going to Mr. Jaehyun’s apartment now. Would you like to join us in the van, or will you be driving yourself?” he inquired.

Closing your laptop shut, you shook your head and smiled, informing him that you’ll see them there. The worker responded with a low incline of his head before closing the door.

After packing your laptop, you stood and slung your backpack over your shoulder, inspecting the apartment slowly before making your way to the bedroom for the last time.

Devoid of your bed and desk, the room felt bigger, especially with the window open and the soft breeze filtering in. You couldn’t help but reminisce at the space you once occupied, thinking about the all-nighters spent studying and sleepovers you hosted over the years.

And though you didn’t consider yourself to be a nostalgic person, the memories flowed into your brain unwillingly, reminding you of an instance of happiness that felt like lightyears ago.

---

“I got you, baby,” Jungkook whispers, fingers knitting tightly in yours. He kisses your forehead tenderly before moving to your lips. He pecks once – twice before engulfing them with his, letting out a long sigh as you exhale. “Fuck – you’re so good to me.”

Jungkook thrusts slowly while he busies his hands on your tits, alternating between gentle massaging motions and harder squeezes, paying rapt attention to your sensitive nipples as he rolls them with his thumb. You push your head back on the pillow, crying out his name with every languid roll of his hips, the intensity of his gaze making you lose yourself quicker than usual.

He brings one of his large hands to rub circles on your clit, sweet saccharine praises tumbling past his lips, pushing himself deeper into the velvet walls of your cunt. You howl his name louder, your fingernails scratching against his muscular chest before you pull him in for another kiss. When you part, Jungkook rests his forehead on yours and closes his eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply before he rights himself back up, hand returning to its place between your thighs.

“Faster… please?” you whimper, gazing up into his dark gaze.

“Only if you touch yourself for me,” he breathes, pressing your thighs close to your chest as he adjusts his position.

Jungkook pulls away, leaving only the head of his cock before slamming back inside. You squeeze your eyes shut as you tremble, head already swimming as your blood roars in your ears.

“Jungkook!” you cry out, gripping the bedsheets on your side.

You spy the mischievous half-smirk on his face, his tongue darting out to wet his plush lips before he drives his hard cock into your cunt in earnest. Your fingers tremble as you try to emulate his touch, though you need not try so hard when Jungkook’s cock continues to brush against the spot that makes you see stars.

“You’re so much more sensitive today, baby—” he groans, curses falling under his breath. “Are you gonna cum already?”

Nodding vigorously, you force yourself to keep looking at him – branding his intense gaze into your memory. The bed creaks loudly underneath you, but all you hear is the sound of his jagged breathing and the occasional murmur of your name. It doesn’t take you long to cum, not when he so readily obliges your silent requests, changing his thrusts in tune with the small sounds escaping your lips.

“Cum for me—” you moan breathlessly while the sea of pleasure continues to slam against you.

Jungkook grunts as he chases his own high, marking your legs with half-moon indents from his forceful grip. His thrusts begin to stutter after a while, body trembling above you as he struggles to maintain eye contact, his dark hair falling past his eyes.

“Cum deep inside me, baby,” you plead, lightly scratching his abdomen with your dull nails.

“Shit—I’m cumming—” Jungkook unravels at the sound of your voice, grunting loudly as he tips his head back and floods your cunt, pushing himself deeper at the last second to abide your request. You groan alongside him as the warmth spreads, your hands gripping tightly on his arms while he thrusts sluggishly a few more times.

The sound of stuttered breathing fills your room as you gradually bring your legs down. Jungkook cradles your cheek to lift your face towards him before claiming your lips in a gentle kiss, slipping his tongue slowly inside to swipe at yours.

“Sticky,” you mumble into the kiss. “Wanna shower.”

Jungkook hums in affirmation, slipping out of you with a hiss.

Body thoroughly sated with pleasure; your wobbly legs refuse to listen when you try to stand. As you pitch forward with a shriek, Jungkook’s thankfully ready to catch you; his strong arms wrapping around your midsection. Your head bumps harmlessly on his sculpted chest instead of the floor while your cheeks heat up from your clumsiness.

“Whoa, hold on there,” he chuckles breathlessly. “Let me help you.”

He carries you effortlessly into the bathroom before setting you down by the sink while he fiddles with the shower knobs. While you wait for the water to heat up, Jungkook spends a few minutes holding you in an embrace, his hands running up and down your back while his chin rests on top of your head. You swear you could fall asleep to the sound of his soft hums and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. When the steam fogs your bathroom mirror, he helps you inside by the small of your back, ready to catch you should your wobbly legs fail to keep you upright again.

“Are you gonna fall if I let go?” he teases with a wink.

You stick your tongue out with a scrunch of your nose, nudging him away with your shoulder. “I think I’ll be fine, Jeon,” you emphasize with a playful eye roll before turning around to wash your face.

Jungkook snickers at your response, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Hey, have I ever told you how absolutely beautiful you are?” he murmurs, pressing kisses on your shoulder to your earlobe.

His hands cup your tits, squishing them together while his fingers tweak your nipples, rolling and pinching the buds gently. You can’t help the shudder as electricity shoots down your spine and you press your head to the crook of his neck to meet his lips.

“You’ve mentioned it once or twice, I guess,” you joke, the last few syllables turning into whispers when Jungkook’s hand travels south to play with your clit.

“Mmh, I think I should come over more often then. You know, so you don’t forget,” he chuckles, trailing your jaw with his nose before taking a nip at the shell of your ear, making you whimper and buck your hips into his hand. “Oh, I love hearing you moan. Be louder for me, sweetheart.”

It’s hard to say ‘no’ to Jungkook, not that you want to, and you find yourself pressed against the glass walls of your shower with his hard cock deep inside of you, coaxing out another orgasm from your battered walls before he fills you up yet again. Even when the water drops to a lukewarm temperature, he holds you there, hands cradling your body as he whispers how beautiful you are, proving his claim by marking the words into your skin.

When you finally leave the shower, the water has turned ice cold.

His still wet hair stains his shirt a darker color and you find it endearing when he shakes his head like a dog, laughing when some of the drops fall to you. Once you’re fully clothed and ready to go to sleep, you walk him to your door, hands intertwined together. Neither of you seem to want to part; the grip on your hand tightening when you open the door to let him through.

Jungkook stands in the hallway for a few minutes – shuffling his weight between his feet while he stares at the carpet floor; his mouth opening and closing several times though no sound comes out. When you peer at him quizzically, he shakes his head and offers you a dimpled smile.

“Same time tomorrow?” he jokes, chuckling softly when you shake your head and offer him a sad smile. “Just kidding. I know you have work. Good night.”

“Good night, Jungkook,” you whisper, leaning against the door frame.

Jungkook turns around to plant a kiss on your lips before whispering a final ‘good night’. He opts for the stairs instead of the elevator, turning back for a moment to wave before heading downstairs. In your daze, you almost chase after him – to ask him to stay and to confide the feelings you’ve harbored deep inside for so long. But you bite down the inside of your cheek until it stings and plant your feet firmly on the ground.

And when you no longer hear the sound of his receding footsteps, you close the door to your apartment to whisper the words to yourself instead.

---

It takes another week after your hectic move before you finally settle into Jaehyun’s apartment, the guest room gradually filling up with your random assortment of knick-knacks and photos. You’re never one to adapt so quickly, but the transition’s much easier when your bedroom is fitted with a large four poster bed, a sleek wall-mounted TV, and a walk-in closet half the size of your old bedroom.

Jaehyun makes for an excellent roommate too, though you rarely see him recently with the mess that’s his office life right now. He’s been complaining non-stop about an incompetent manager in one of the branches that has costed the Jeons a few million dollars because of some misplaced assets, and you listen empathetically, nodding along despite not understanding a single thing.

The times when he is home is full of laughter as the two of you spend time trading memories and sharing stories from college. Tonight, you’re on the couch eating Chinese takeout while watching a bad romantic comedy, criticizing the movie scathingly in a posh, nasally voice.

“I don’t quite care for Jonathan. I think he’s a bitch,” you mock, pointing your chopsticks at the actor on the screen.

Jaehyun laughs, mouth full of food as he tries to talk without choking. “He is indubitably a bitch,” he agrees in the same tone, nose high in the air. He snickers for a few more seconds before gesturing at the remote next to you. In his normal voice, he asks, “Hey, can you pause the movie for a sec? I have to tell you something.”

You press the button on the remote, freezing the actors on screen. “What’s up?”

“So, I’m sure you know it’s coming, but my parents want to meet you. I told them that you’ve been busy with your own thing, but we’ve been engaged close to a month now and I think they’re getting restless.” Jaehyun eyes you closely and when you nod, he continues, “I’ve been thinking of a plausible backstory to our relationship. My parents are not going to be keen on the details, but I think we should at least be on the same page.”

You nod again, biting your chopsticks in contemplation. “How elaborate do we need to get? They say a lie is better when it’s close to the truth, so we can tell them how we met in college and stayed friends before you confessed to me.”

Jaehyun looks incredulous, eyebrows shooting up his face. “I confessed to you? Wouldn’t it make more sense if it’s the other way around?” he teases, nudging you by the shoulder.

The two of you bicker childishly for a moment, laughing while finishing your food. In the end, you and Jaehyun has devised a good enough story about how the two of you met, using your original idea of starting out as friends before eventually falling in love. To prepare even further, you quiz him on your birthday and your favourite colour while he makes you memorize all his favourite food and what he’s allergic to.

“I think that’s about how much I can handle tonight,” you wince, holding up a hand after rehearsing your ‘dating’ story for the fourth time. “When do you think we should meet your parents?”

“I was hoping for this weekend… for lunch?”

Your head falls to the side as you scowl at his sheepish smile. Groaning, you lean your head against the couch, running your hand over your face. “You’ve already scheduled it, didn’t you?”

“Guilty,” Jaehyun chuckles meekly.

“God, you’re so impulsive,” you chastise, though there’s no bite in your words as you prop your head on your elbow, smiling wide at him. “At least tell me about these things! What if I was actually busy with something important?”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry!”

You can’t stay mad at your friend, understanding that he’s only excited about the prospect of his plan working. Jaehyun arranges the takeout boxes in a pile before grabbing the remote and settling back onto the couch. The movie continues with the couple confessing their love to one another before a parade of paparazzies burst into the building and demanded answers.

“Jae.”

“Hmm?”

“Do we have to deal with those?” You point to the TV just as the male lead yanks a camera and smashes it on the ground. “You know… considering the fact you’re the second son of the biggest conglomerate in the country?”

Jaehyun frowns, pausing the movie again. “I guess so, but only during important events. I wouldn’t worry about it since I’m the youngest. Besides, I highly doubt they’ll say anything negative in the press,” he laughs. “I can see the headlines now: ‘Taming of the Son’ or ‘Jeon Corp’s Second Son’s Heart Has Finally Melted’ – you know, cheesy shit like that.” Jaehyun emphasizes by waving his hand, as though he’s pressing the words into the air.

You roll your eyes and throw him a helpless smile while shaking your head. “Well, as long as there’s no rumours about me ‘marrying up’ or – God forbid – ‘being a gold-digger’, I think I can live with it.”

He returns your smile with an empathetic one, placing a warm hand on your knee. “I swear, I won’t let that happen. We can even keep it under wraps until you’re ready too.”

As impulsive as Jaehyun could be, you’re grateful that he still has your best interest at heart. The two of you spend the rest of the night laughing while coming up with other equally ridiculous headlines that might pop up once you reveal your engagement to the press.

---

Soft piano filters through the speakers while four figures chatter quietly amongst each other. The Jeons have reserved a VIP room in the fancy Japanese restaurant fifteen minutes away from the apartment. You’ve always wanted to try this place, but the number of zeroes behind each meal platter has thoroughly deterred you from stepping foot inside.

To say you’re nervous is an understatement, despite the fraudulent nature of your relationship with Jaehyun, you’re still obligated to convince them into thinking that you’re really in love. So, you let the youngest Jeon hold your hand on the table as you smile demurely at him when he tells them about how you got together, batting your eyelashes for effect.

Mrs. Jeon coos with every story about your fake dates, squeezing her husband’s arm and whispering, “Honey, remember when we did all that?”to which the patriarch simply nods, grunting a few times in affirmation – though the light flush colouring his cheeks suggests that he’s enjoying the attention.

“Okay, I think I’ve heard enough of my son’s voice,” Mrs. Jeon says, shushing Jaehyun with a wink when he gasps dramatically. Turning her attention to you, there’s a glimmer in her eyes when she talks. “Tell me about you! Jaehyun tells me you’re going for your masters, what’s it about?”

In between bites of sushi and sips of tea, you launch into the story of being an apprentice costume designer for the theatre back in college. Realizing how much you loved sewing, what started as a hobby became the centre of your life; from helping your roommate with a few loose buttons to actually designing and crafting the dress her younger sister wore to homecoming. When you mentioned about taking on a few commissions, Mrs. Jeon insistedthat you sew a dress for her, which only amplified the tightness in your chest.

“So, right now, I’m pursuing a major in business, but I’m hoping to ultimately open a boutique of my own. Honestly, though, none of this would’ve happen if Jaehyun hadn’t helped me,” you grin forcefully, ignoring the stabbing guilt by squeezing your fiancé’s arm. You decided to drive the point home by pressing a quick kiss on his cheek, leaving a small imprint of pink on his skin. “I owe a lot to him.”

Hook, line, and sinker.

Mrs. Jeon squeals in delight, fanning herself happily before launching into a similar story about how Mr. Jeon helped her pursue her own passion. You listen attentively, nodding and smiling along while you shift in your seat. When the silence arrives, following the end of her story, Mrs. Jeon’s bottom lip quivers slightly and she brushes off the stray tears that fall halfway through her cheeks. Mr. Jeon whispers her name gently, a withered hand lifting her chin as he dabs the tears away with a napkin.

“Oh, gosh, I-I’m sorry,” she blubbers, half-laughing while pushing Mr. Jeon’s hand away. “I’m just… so glad Jaehyun’s found someone to love.”

Your blood runs cold at the warm display of tenderness. Though there’s no doubt that you and Jaehyun are great at mimicking what a real relationship could look like, the difference is like night and day. In their own personal bubble, the Jeons don’t realize that you’re pretending – that the relationship you’re holding in your hands is built on the foundation of cold, hard cash. All your failed relationships are proof that you’re not suited for this role. What were you thinking when you agreed at the bar that night? How could you convince anyone, let alone them, of love when you know nothing?

You grind your heels into the carpet though every instinct is telling you to run – that you can’t continue to swallow the guilt and act like you’re in love.

Your stomach churns.

Your vision darkens.

Your heart is beating too fast.

Steady your breathing, you reprimand your lungs, squeezing your eyes tight. Do it for Jaehyun.

It’s no use.

The bile continues to rise – filling your mouth with bitter anguish while you sit there and lie.

Liar. Liar. Liar.

Guilt continues to puncture holes through your heart as you helplessly watch the older couple swoon over each other, clearly still madly in love after years have gone by. Jaehyun tightens his grip on your trembling hands, a ghost of a smile on his lips – the counterpart to your deepening scowl.

This was too much, and you only have yourself to blame for agreeing so hastily to Jaehyun’s plea. The needle on your moral compass swings wildly around; torn between wanting to support your friend and coming clean about your arrangement.

The dress you’re wearing plasters to your skin as the temperature rapidly rises, until the confession sitting on your tongue is a sin you can no longer bear. Jaehyun’s best attempts to calm you down through whispers only you can hear are drowned out by the high pitch ringing in your ear and it was only a matter of time before the Jeons caught wind of your trembling figure.

Mrs. Jeon whispers your name softly and the arrow of iniquity lodges deeper into your heart. “Is everything okay?”

You gasp, watery eyes zeroing on her concerned gaze before snapping over to Jaehyun. He shakes his head, a pleading look in his wide-eyes, mouth parting slightly to whisper, “Don’t.”

No. You can’t do this. Not to the lovely older couple sitting in front of you.

After smiling apologetically to Jaehyun, you return your gaze to his parents. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, you begin. “Mr. and Mrs. Jeon—” Jaehyun’s hand squeezes yours in a death grip and you wince, but you don’t let it deter your resolve. You allow the seconds to tick by and in the moments before you reveal the plan, peace washes over you, helping you breathe easier before you continue.

“There’s something I have to tell you. The truth is—"

You’re interrupted by the loud crash of a door slamming into the wall, your private dining area invaded by the arrival of a mysterious stranger.

Only the stranger isn’t mysterious at all.

No, because should the sun ever die and total darkness swallows the earth, you’ll still be able to recognize that face in the sea of shadows.

The sable-coloured eyes that once held great adoration for you; the same ones that would form into crescents when you told a good joke.

The soft raven-coloured hair you ran your fingers through while you watch him sleep peacefully in your arms.

The plush lips that remind you constantly of your beauty – praises whispered into the air or marks carved into your skin.

Great tidal waves of memories slam repeatedly into your vulnerable state, pulling you deeper into the riptide—

The searing touches.

The kisses.

And the almost ‘I love you’s.

Though you no longer do double-takes at every stranger with dark hair and dimpled smile, your heart will always remember.

Because it’s the face that belongs to the one and only Jeon Jungkook.

Once an easy-going senior, now stands a proud businessman, though the rumpled dress shirt and askew tie begs to differ. He’s different – older;with extra crinkles and lines you’ve yet to acquaint yourself with. However, there are still hints of his younger self that exists in the set of his jaw and the moles on his face – the very same ones you’ve kissed to form constellations all over his skin.

You’re still stunned at the way he seemed to materialize out of thin air, eyes blinking slowly while you adjust to this new version of him.

Jungkook squints while his gaze sweeps the room, the corners of his lips turned down into a frown. You almost mistake the look he gives you as softness, but that’s impossible; there’s no way he’d be happy, especially upon receiving the news. Sure enough, in a blink, his hard gaze returns, boring holes right into your face.

The room stops breathing. It waits for one of its occupants to make the first move.

Mrs. Jeon stands abruptly, a half-gasp, half-scream of his name leaving her lips, breaking everyone out of their reverie. His arm slumps around her shoulder in a quick side hug, a small smile on his lips while his mother prattle on about his disheveled state, but he leaves her chattering figure to walk the short distance to where the rest of you are sitting.

Mrs. Jeon falters when her son makes no indication that he’s listening, eyebrows scrunched to the centre of her forehead while she looks over at her husband.

Silence arrives as an uncomfortable sixth guest. It sits prettily in the corner with a wicked smile, its looming presence overshadowing the sunny afternoon and brightly coloured furniture.

Jungkook leans forward to place both his hands on the table, nose flaring as his eyes drag between Jaehyun, your intertwined hands, and then you. If you were already on the verge of running before, you wish for the ground to swallow you whole now.

“Now, what’s all this about a wedding, hm?”

His voice is much too calm, a coldness seeping to the words. You can’t help but wince, feeling like a child chastised for sticking their hand in the cookie jar before dinner.

Oblivious to the tension, your fake fiancé bursts into laughter, standing up to greet his elder sibling with a hug. “Hyung! Oh my god! This is the best surprise ever!” Jaehyun’s eyes flit around Jungkook’s appearance. “Wow! How’s Japan? Did you come straight here when you heard about the news?”

Jungkook tears his gaze away from your figure and you exhale, letting your shoulders sag slightly. He fixes his brother with a concerned look – mouth thinned to a straight line as he grabs Jaehyun by the shoulders. “Jaehyun, listen to me very carefully.”

The room waits with bated breath, four pairs of eyes staring at Jungkook.

“As the future head of Jeon Corp, I don’t – won’t –approve of this marriage.” He spat the last word out in disgust, his head whipping towards you, jaw set, and eyebrows drawn tightly to the centre of his forehead.

You don’t dare look at Jungkook, fixing your eyes to your husband-to-be instead, watching with concern as his face crumples. Sure, you were about to reveal the plan to the Jeons prior to Jungkook’s arrival, but seeing Jaehyun look so defeated unleashed your overprotective side, reminding you once again why you chose to be in this agreement in the first place. You stand abruptly, silverware clattering against ceramic.

“What! You can’t be serious. At least tell us why,” you demand coldly, no longer cowering at Jungkook’s gaze. “Jaehyun and I… we love each other.”

Jungkook remains skeptical, cocking an eyebrow as he released his brother’s shoulder. “Oh? And you’re such an expert on love, is that it?” Never mind that he just called you out on your biggest insecurity, Jungkook laughs, though it’s not the same twinkling laughter you’re used to. No,this one sound hollow – devoid of emotion.

He tilts his head and stuffs his hands into his pants, a cruel grin appearing on his face. Ignoring your stammering, he continues to taunt, “Can you swear to love each other through sickness and in health or whatever bullshit that comes your way?” Every few words are punctuated with a step until he towers over your figure, leaning slightly forward.

Mrs. Jeon tries to placate her son, whispering his name under her breath, but Jungkook silences her with a hand. “No, I want to hear her say it,” he rebuffs, stabbing your shoulder with a finger.

You swat his jab with the back of your hand. “I swear,” you reply firmly, your hands curling into fists by your side. “Don’t you dare question our commitment. I love your brother.”

The confession hangs in the air, neither of you backing down from your staring contest. You even out your breathing as best as you could, trying to avoid giving him the satisfaction of seeing you rattled.

The seconds tick by, five statues staring at each other.

Jungkook’s the first to break, realization dawning in the way he grits his teeth as he faces away from your gaze. You watch him unclench his jaw, yet his shoulders continue to cage him in. When he breathes in, fingers raking through his disheveled hair, it sounds staggered.

Jungkook eyes everyone in the room individually, lingering on his brother. Standing your ground, you don’t flinch when his soft eyes hardened into a glare when it’s your turn before the inner corners of his eyebrows turn up and he shakes his head. Sighing, he pinches the bridge of his nose. When he talks, it’s directed at you, “Prove it then,” he mumbles. “Prove to me how much you love him. I don’t care that our parents have agreed. This is my brother you’re marrying.”

You’re taken aback, your gaze flickering quickly between Jaehyun and his parents. They don’t return your stare, choosing instead to eye the intricate patterns on the carpet floor. Setting your jaw, you look at Jungkook to give him a determined nod. “Fine. What do I have to do to prove it to you?”

Jungkook returns the action with a shrug, “You’ll see,” he mutters before moving towards the door, briefly clasping Jaehyun on the shoulder as he walks past. “It’s good to see everyone again, but I’m exhausted from the flight. So, I’ll be seeing you all later.”

Compared to the cacophony of his entrance, he exits quietly; leaving nothing behind but four stunned figures as the soft padding of his loafers against the carpeted floor disappear with the click of the wooden door.

chapter index | m.list

↠ prologue | [01] | [02] | [03] | [04] | [05] | [06] | [07] | [08] | epilogue

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Can you possibly do a Rockstar!Jungkook? :)

jjk|| Rock my World (Tour) [m]

a/n: This is rated M for Mature readers.

so I wrote this entirely while vibing to Streets by Doja Cat. Happy Yom Kippur to all my Jewish peeps! AHAHA

warnings: explicit language, use of the word sl*t, degradation (and a sir kink)

tags: dom!jungkook x subfem!reader, rockstar!jungkook, pwp (18+), praise kink, cock worship, nipple play

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He throws you against the bed in a feverous passion which engulfs the both of you in unprescedented embrace of lust and feral desire. Guitars, all kinds, line his walls and you stare in not the portraits of legendary rock stars as he rigorously undressed you, ferociously tugging random articles out of his fucking way.

His leather feels cold under your fingers, a smirk tugging at his lips as he attacks you in a flurry of chaste kisses. "Take it off, take it off..." he says under his breath, kneeling before you and tossing his jacket away from the both of you.

All of your friends have bets on how big his dick is. All of your friends, coming into that party you just ditched, bet against you.

As his fingers fumble over his belt buckle, you sit up and wedge yourself between them. His eyes lift up to meet yours and you witness the second desperation transforms into need. Your lips clash with his, his venom feeding the adrenaline in your veins. You're sure you had self control before you entered the room.

"Why are you so sweet...too sweet." He hums against your lips. His arms pulls you on his thighs and you grip on his back. His mouth dips below your collar and your eyes roll back with every tantalizing lick he paints on your skin. You spread your thighs across his and chase the demand he has over your body.

Your breath spikes as his hands squeeze you tight, forcing your heat to press against his tenting length. Your clit is already so swollen with arousal, you glide against him in desperation. You sigh out a satisfied moan as he presses down your hips and rolls his pelvis into your little cunt sensually.

Biting your lip hard, your body shivers when you feel Jungkook's calloused fingers explore your dripping folds. "Needy little thing, is all you think about getting fucked by my cock?" His voice booms against your back as his free hand grips your throat. You rut against him for friction, a mindless response to his question. You swallow.

"Yes," you hiss. "Yes, sir...yes, fuck~!" Tears form in your eyes as he watches your body search for his touch in a panicked sort of pleasure. You're numb, lost in his sex as he coats his dick in your arousal, the tip of his gorgeous cock kissing your clit while you grind hungrily. "Good slut, good little fuck toy...lose your fucking mind over it..." He growls next to your ear. His fingers dig into your thighs, intoxicating pain filling your thoughts.

His masterful fingers unlatch your bra and release your tits, the swell of your breasts gripped mindfully by the man about to fuck you senseless, the tips of his digits playing lackadaisically with your bud.

"I feel you pulsing, y/n...you just need me inside you so bad..." The stretch makes your mind short circuit.

His girth splits you and fills you unlike what you've felt before. You gasp, your hands finding the nape of Jungkook's head as your walls convulse around his protruding length. "Tight thing...such a tight little thing," he groans against your lips, sucking on the bottom with a wild passion. "Good girl..." he sighs as he bottoms out deep inside of you.

With his arms draped around your waist, his hands rub your waist as his mouth sucks thrilling marks under your chin and on your throat. A thin film of sweat covers you both. His skin glows a honey-like hue under the rays of the sun pouring in through his windows. His thumb fiddles with your clit as you adjust to such girth penetrating you.

"You fit so good," you hoarsely comment. He kisses your neck delicately, hissing quietly. A mirror above his dresser catches your eye. His tattooed arms starkly contrast your skin, his eyes fixed on where the both of you are connected. He pecks you under the ear, "You compliment me so well, doll...are we comfortable?" You hum, his thumb dragging your bottom lip.

"Pretty fucking bitch," in a mess of limbs, you two rearrange each other so that you're laying on your back. A charming grin now paints his face, his hair damp with perspiration. He pants as he plunges himself into you and back out creating a rhythm between both your bodies. Leaning forward, Jungkook pistons his cock into you in a dizzying spell. With a jolt and stutter, you cry out. "Ah, aaah~ fuck, Jungkook~!" Your cunt clenches hard around him, glazing his cock with your thick cum. With hooded eyes, jut your hips to meet his head-spinning orgasm.

Jungkook's hand weaves into yours against the mattress as he admires your afterglow. You reach to touch his face and kiss him tenderly.

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