Mr. Jeon: Ecstasy

Mr. Jeon: Ecstasy

the last words jungkook spoke to you before you fell asleep in his arms ring in your ears and in your mind days after. he's changed, you think you're a step closer to truly having him.

» genre: series, smut, fluff

» word count: 4.7k

Part 4 | Masterpost

i walk into school like i'm on cloud nine. i can't be bothered. i have nothing else to waste time on other than school and jungkook. i have nothing else going for me. no friends to hang out with, no parents to impress, what else am i supposed to do? ive never known anything besides what i've been taught to prioritize, which happen to only be those two things.

im disappointingly not in the maths wing until my last period, but my third to last class is adjacent to the math wing where his classroom resides. sometimes i can catch him outside of his classroom, preparing for his four classes.

today i see him for the first time by my locker, speaking professionally with another teacher.

what business would he have with a literature teacher? the new, young, and pretty one at that. they're smiling at each other and i have no reason to think it's anything other than professional, until he catches me staring.

he seems surprised to see me, he likely didn't know where my locker is and this isn't some elaborate set up. no flirting during school hours is a set of my rules.

i was going to smile and move on with my day, until he turns back to her, leaning his arm casually beside her on the doorway and acting cool. this is clearly a trick he's familiar with, he's oozing with attractiveness and she stutters on her words and slightly blushes. he grins and encourages her to go on about her favorite shakespeare works.

he continues to eye me as she talks, she doesn't seem to care a bit that he stares off for most of their one-sided conversation.

i decide, to discreetly do what i can, he's staring at me for a reason, might as well give him a show.

i smirk and turn back into my locker, reaching up into a little bin at the top where i keep the candy i've accumulated throughout the year as prizes, and i was correct in assuming i had a sucker in the mix.

i can feel his stare as i unwrap it and dart my wet tongue out to lick it, looking at him once i'm satisfied and putting it in my mouth and letting it sit against my cheek.

he ticks his head and looks back at mrs. book lover, acting as if he's disinterested and ignoring me but i know as soon as i look away he looks back at me.

i close my locker and sling my bag over my shoulder, holding miscellaneous folders and notebooks in my other arm. i notice a taller boy staring at me slightly in awe once i look up. i stare at him wordlessly and he plays cool, “y/n, right?”

i furrow my brows, “yeah?”

he smiles and sticks his hand out, “i-i’m jisung.”

i debate my options here. i know jungkook is watching me, now probably closer than ever, if i shake his hand he may definitely count that as a violation. i'm already on thin ice after my lollipop stunt.

suddenly a median solution presents itself to me and i sprint into action, stepping forward with a grin like i'm going to shake his hand, and instead letting the first few notebooks from the stack in my hands fall off and onto the ground, effectively attracting attention, avoiding having to touch him, and, bending down with my behind facing jungkook, an added bonus, teasing him.

jisung is quick to pick everything up and hand it to me, “i should get to class, nice to meet you.” i quickly tell him, turning around and walking towards my free period, which happens to be mrs. hot nerds room. jungkook is ogling me as i walk his way.

their conversation halts as i stand between them, “are you with me this period, erm…”

she looks at her clipboard of names for mine and i interject, “y/n, yes i am.”

she nods with a smile, “perfect you can take a seat-”

“actually mrs. soom, i came to take y/n as well. she failed her last quiz so she gets to spend every free period with me until she aces my next one.” jungkook smiles smugly at me, knowing i only did that on purpose and i may actually know math better than him.

she's shocked by his message, “oh well of course, y/n you really ought to be focusing more on your studies.”

i give her a half-asses bow, “yes of course, well i'll meet you in there mr. jeon.”

“nonsense i'll walk with you, make sure you don't skip out on it.”

i hum sarcastically as he escorts me away from my classroom. the bell rings and the hallways are quickly cleared, leaving only littered papers and gum wrappers on the floors.

we walk silently throughout the school, looking entirely normal, and i begin to run through every scenario in my head as to of what he could have in mind until he pulls me into a stairway, “why are we going downstairs? your classroom-”

“i know where my classroom is y/n.” he cuts me off rudely, not explaining further and dragging me down a set of stairs and into the basement level.

ive never actually been down here if not to fetch supplies for other teachers. there's classrooms on this floor but it's largely used by cleaning crew and summer school, which is why i'm unfamiliar with it.

he grabs my arm roughly and leads me to the front of a thick door, making quick use of his keys and locking it back after shoving me inside the room and turning the lights on to reveal a tiny workroom, only sporting a single, small desk and chair, an old copy machine, and some outdated books.

“don't you think it'll be suspicious-”

“nothings suspicious. it's true, you failed my last test. this floor is not off-limits to maths teachers as it's the only floor with math history textbooks, and the only floor without any functioning cameras. so if someone cares enough yes, they'll see me taking you down here. and if anyone asks, i was making you look for the seventh edition calculus textbook, and we couldn't find it, understood?”

i nod my head, “good story, b-but why did you actually take me down here? y-you said nothing was to happen during school hours-”

he leans into me, “yes, but i promised you something as soon as i saw you, and i'm delivering that.”

i scan back to two weeks ago, our phone call where he promised i could have him again as soon as possible if i recorded me touching myself and sent it to him.

i grin, “d-do you mean it?” hardly believing jungkook would be so nice to me, but his behavior entirely has changed since the hotel. i don't know what exactly sparked it, and it's subtle, but i know i am too afraid to ask.

he leans down and connects the tips of our noses, “whatever you'd like baby, a reward, for listening so well.” i close the gap between our lips and kiss him passionately, craving him always as soon as i part from him, he's like a scent constantly swirling around me, a song skipping permanently in my brain, every corner of my thoughts he consumes and it gets worse the closer he is to me.

so when he finally lets me be near him, to touch him, i feel as if ive completely lost myself.

his hands stray around my body, settling on unbuttoning the top part of my uniform and exposing my bra. he leaves my lips and leaves me panting, sprinkling slow kisses down my neck and chest until he mouths at my boobs, looking up at me, “you haven't told me what you want to do baby.” he lets a tongue slowly slip against my nipple and i whimper, “worship me, make me feel good, wanted.”

he smirks up at me, “you're precious.” he backs me up against the cold wall, beside the door, “wanna know another reason i took you down here?”

he continues to play with my chest, using his tongue, fingers, teeth, anything he pleases and i let him, playing with his hair as he goes. “yeah?”

he smiles, standing back up and hovering over me easily, his other hand ghosting over my crotch and running his digits along my slit, “so no one hears your loud mouth, you have no idea how terrible you are at being discreet.”

i giggle, “sorry, i just get so excited.”

he grins, “don't i know. you're so easy, you don't even know it.”

i hum, “isn't that why you like me?” his fingers continue to play with my clit through my panties, and the other with my nipple.

"your innocence is what first attracted me to you, but you're not so innocent anymore.”

i allow my quiet whimpers to slip past my lips and i frown at his words, “a-am i less attractive to you now that i'm not? i-i did it for you, i do everything for you-”

“quiet baby, i didn't say i didn't find you attractive.” he stalls me with a kiss and pulls my panties down as he works his mouth into mine before pulling away and instructing me to kick them off, “at first it was your innocence, but now it's the way you're completely infatuated with me.” i look at him confused and he continues, “is there anything you wouldn't do for me y/n? right off the top of your pretty head can you think of a single thing?”

i shake my head, “i-i just trust you, is all.”

he scoffs, “i don't know why, but that just makes you all the more sexy to me.”

i grin at his praise, “you should keep saying nice things about me. you've been so mean before.” i wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to me with a pout, “you said it yourself right? i behave well.”

he connects our lips for a moment, “you're actually quite a brat, like that little tease show you put on in the hallway.”

i grin and chuckle a little at the thought, “i was so worried you'd be upset, b-but no one would have known why i did that, no one pays attention to me anyway-”

"that jock did. you mesmerized him.” im quick to shake my head, never having seen myself as the type of girl to incite that reaction out of men, “don't disagree, he was a bumbling mess watching you tongue that sucker. but he's gonna go home and wish it was his tiny cock on your tongue.”

i look him in the eyes determined, “i would never.”

he smirks, “you would if it was me.”

i nod, “of course.”

he lowers his eyes, “you astound me.”

i kiss and bite at his neck, “is that a good thing?”

he grins at my attempts, “of course baby.”

i come to a halt at his top, unable to kiss or touch any further with the fabric in my way. it dawns on me in that moment that jungkook and i have never actually been fully nude around each other. i place my hands along his shoulders and drape them down to his chest, “i-ive never seen you.”

he slowly takes my hands in his, “i know.” i look up at him, thinking for a moment before reaching for my top, unbuttoning it the rest of the way and letting it fall to the floor before reaching to undo my bra. i struggle with the clip and he laughs at me, “let me help you, turn around pretty.”

i do as told and face the wall, a blush forming on my cheeks as the fabric comes undone and i turn back around, letting it drop in front of his gaze.

he watches me with a familiar hunger, his hands not wasting for than mere seconds before groping my breasts and his mouth attaching to my neck, leaving me pressed against the wall again and gasping.

i feel something hard against my hips, rocking into me and recognizing it as his dick, and i busy myself with touching him best i can as he occupies himself.

“j-jungkook~” i whine, feeling impatient and wanting him inside of me already. i can feel my walls tightening in around nothing, aching for him only.

“what baby?” he growls in my ear and i moan as he nips at a particularly sensitive spot beside my throat.

“p-please, want you.”

he chuckles, “aren't you having fun now? you're so impatient.”

he rolls his hips against my palm, almost like he's fucking my hand, why do that when you could actually be having sex?

"jungkook please,” i grip and pull at his shirt, “n-need you now, it hurts.”

he steps back from me and smirks, unzipping his jeans and untucking his shirt before pulling it off of his body.

i ogle at his bare chest, mr. jeon occasionally wears shirts that he seems to have slightly outgrown, and is known to brag to his male students about how much weight he lifts, but i hardly payed attention to any of it until now. “wow.” i let myself touch him, almost unable to believe he's real, a built chest that slims down to a thin waist that accents his hips so well, and arms strong enough im certain he could throw me across the room if i begged enough. maybe one day i will.

“if you keep eye fucking me i won't have time to actually fuck you.” he teases.

i pout, “i asked you to be nice to me.”

he closes the gap between us and kisses my swollen lips, “i'm sorry baby,” i pull away from him and demand compliments.

he looks at me blankly and sighs, “im really holding myself back right now y/n,” he palms at his hard on through his boxers.

i shake my head, “cant fuck me until you tell me something nice. it's not that hard jungkook. you tell me i'm perfect all the time.”

he grins, “because you are perfect baby, you're so pretty,” he leans in closer, distracting me with his lips and the words slipping past them, “knew you were special when i first saw you, you always stood out to me,” he pulls his boxers down to his thighs as he speaks, “couldn't stop staring at your gorgeous legs, wanted to touch you so bad i couldn't stop myself, i was hoping one day i'd have any excuse to be alone with you.” i feel his hard tip against my heat, collecting my slickness and he drowns out my whimpers by shoving his tongue in my mouth.

before shoving inside of me he whispers, “the day you forgot your homework was the best day of my life. ive never been so excited, so captivated by someone.”

he angles his hips upwards and nudges my legs further apart so he can slide himself in. at the angle he can only he a little less than half, but it's perfect for now, still only the second time having something as large as him inside of me.

i wince in pain and to my surprise he doesn't ignore me, he uses shallow, slow thrusts to ease into me and plays with my clit until i'm completely relaxed and letting out quiet moans.

“see gorgeous? i care.”

i hum and smile, opening my eyes to view him, staring at me with an unreadable expression. i can tell he's holding himself back, “y-you can go harder, i can take it.”

he groans and laughs, “i'm fine, focused on you baby.”

“i-it's okay jungkook.” i insist, he's too smart and catches on.

with a scoff, “you think i'm not enjoying myself if i'm not being selfish?” i shake my head and he picks up his pace a little, “here's another lesson for you then baby.” he decided to be nice about it, i was expecting to be berated for underestimating him, “some people get off on pleasing others. like you.”

“like me?”

he grins, “yes baby. you like to satisfy me. don't care if you get anything of equal value from me.”

i hum in agreeance, “you teasing me is enough. j-just want to be good for you.”

i feel myself grow warmer and wetter between my thighs and jungkook grins and halts, grabbing the back of my thighs and picking me up and digging my back against the wall. “help me out will you baby?” he teases, looking downwards, needing me to direct his length into me. i do my best and he sinks right in, much deeper this time and i let out a moan that was loud enough for him to silence me.

he presses his lips against mine as he begins to thrust himself into me. his dick almost feels bigger than i remembered, or i'm just much more aware this time around of how he feels inside of me, stretching me deliciously and rubbing against my walls with an unmatched force, and his tip hitting something so sensitive it has my entire body reacting and moaning into his mouth.

he chuckles and mumbles a “found it.” before repeating this motion over and over again while i struggle to keep whatever composure i have left.

i can feel him staring at me smugly, his confidence peaking as he fucks into me in a rough rhythm that's perfectly abusing me.

he pulls away and tells me to cover my own mouth and i do, biting down on my lips and putting a hand over my mouth as the other grips his neck tightly, as if he'd drop me, he doesn't seem to be struggling an ounce.

“feels great doesn't it baby? you know what that is?” he says between groans, i shake my head and hardly manage to squeak out a no, my inability to speak only feeds his ego. “it's called your g-spot baby. can be hard to find, but it feels so fucking good doesn't it?”

i lazily shake my head, “so good jungkook.”

he smirks, “aren't you lucky im big enough to find yours? these little boys your age couldn't do this.”

“no one's like you jungkook.” i manage to say in a coherent sentence, whimpering at the end as he grazes it again.

“all about you right now baby.” he puts in extra effort to pick up his pace and fucks into me with admirable force and it's enough to have me coming abruptly around him without much warning.

he moans with me as i tighten around him, my back arches off the wall and my legs tighten around his slim waist, practically forcing him inside me, not that he fights me. he slows down to let me ride it out, keeping his word until the end and not focusing on himself at all. he didn't even do this when he took my virginity.

busy admiring his compassion he gently pulls out and murmurs to let go of him, holding me as he puts me down on my two feet again, “you good?” he asks and i nod, feeling very tingly but stable. he helps fix my hair as i button my shirt and fix my skirt.

he notices me looking for something and smiles, “stop looking for them.”

i glance up at him, “where are they? i kicked them off-”

“i have them.”

i pause, “well hand them over.”

he giggles like a teenager, “no.”

the softer, humorous side of him is a surprise to me. i suppose he, as every human, has that fun side, he's just never put his walls down enough for anyone here to see it yet, and i'm the first.

i grin before scoffing, “you can't just keep them! i-i’m messy i need them.”

he shrugs, “they're a reward for me. a reminder of a job well done.” he smugly grins in my face.

i frown, “whatever. i'll get them back.”

he hums, “okay.” and begins redressing himself, much to my confusion.

“what are you doing?”

he stops and looks at me, “getting… dressed?”

“you didn't finish, you can't go out there with a, erm.” i point at his crotch and he chuckles.

“a boner, a hard on, an erection.” he sings, teasing me for my lack of experience.

“y-yeah that.”

he shakes his head, “guys hide this stuff all the time, don't worry about it.”

“hide it all the time?”

he nods, “yeah, guys can get random ones every once in a while, or something little does it, or they get in their heads and it happens.”

“how do you hide it? wouldn't it be obvious?”

he grins, “strategies vary, tuck it in your waist band if you can, luckily i can,” he says with a smug smirk, im not entirely sure what he means but i continue listening, “or just cover it and pray it goes away.”

he grabs his jeans and i tug on his wrist, preventing him from further dressing himself, “please, i want to.” i pout. “you said anything i wanted.”

he sighs and checks his watch, then looks back at me, “you really want to?”

i nod eagerly, dropping to my knees in front of him like last time. he exhales heavily and looks down at me, “fuck i can't say no to you.”

i grab onto his length and smile, “help me be quick?” i ask, willing to do anything he asks so he can finish and we don't run out of time.

i grip him move my hand from the base up, using my tongue to lick at his head.

he cusses at the sight, “fuck, don't you worry, i won't last long.”

“is that a good thing?” i ask innocently, beaming up at him and he drinks in the way i look at him, so pure despite taking his length as far as i can into my mouth without hurting myself.

he kicks his head back and moans, his hand hitting the back of my head and gently moving me how he wants. “good thing right now, yes.”

i hum against his crotch and he responds with a gentle thrust into my mouth, startling me enough for my throat to close around him and pulling away coughing.

“fuck, sorry, you alright?”

i take a few breaths and go back in, looking up at him with tears brimming in my eyes and he groans before warning me, “fuck im close.” he exhales, “you wanna try swallowing it baby?”

i pull away from him and stroke him instead, “what?”

he whimpers, composing himself, “shit, stick your tongue out baby.” he moves my hand off of him and begins stroking himself. i stare at him in awe, never having seen this before. is this what he looked like over the phone? god i can only imagine. every muscle in him strains as he works himself onto my tongue and i taste a warm, almost salty, thick liquid on my tongue as he groans and cusses.

he finishes and takes a step back, admiring me as i sit on the floor with my mouth wide open for him. he chuckles out of breath, “you can close your mouth baby, if you don't want to swallow it i'll grab a tissue.”

i warily close my mouth and slightly wince as it goes down. i open my eyes and he stares at me with one eyebrow cocked up, “did you do it?” he says almost in disbelief.

i open my mouth to prove to him nothing was there anymore and he grins, “shouldn't have doubted you, my perfect girl.”

i grin widely as he helps me back up, quickly redressing himself as close to how he was before. he sighs and looks around, “okay…” before grabbing the first calculus book he can find and handing it to me. “seems like we had to settle on this one.”

i laugh and nod, “okay.”

he puts his hand on the small of my back and unlocks the door, leading us out and towards the stairwell again before putting some distance between us.

“i'll meet you in my room, go ahead and sit in your seat and work on your packet.”

“but where-”

“i'll be there in a minute, go, class ends in less than a minute.”

i pout and he gives me a stern look, guess he is a teacher after all.

“okay.” i mumble and toddle towards his room, taking my seat in the second row beside the window and dragging my books out and onto my desk.

he was right, the bell rings and soon enough students start to pour in, all talking amongst themselves before class starts.

i turn to my desk mate, “did you see where mr. jeon was?”

she scowls then widens her eyes, “oh! i saw him talking to mrs. soom by the vending machine.” i frown and tell her thanks.

moments later he walks in and makes casual remarks to some of the students before meandering over towards my desk, noting my angry disposition as i avoid looking at him.

he continues to grin and make his way around the room. just when i think he's merely going to pass by me he bends down to my bag, “ah y/n,” he speaks, picking up a water bottle from the ground and placing it in my desk, “sorry, i knocked your water over.”

he grins, his hand lingering on the object.

i examine it, i clearly didn't have a water, and it's still cold and unopened, did he pretend to do all of that just to give me water?

i decide his act is enough to explain what he was doing before class, that desperate mrs. soom probably ambushed him when he was busy getting water for me.

i smile and open it, “it's okay, thank you mr. jeon.”

wait no longer, if i had to guess i will wrap this series up with 5-7 parts total ... the end is near !! as always thank u for reading and i hope u have a good day <3 - ara :)

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Mr. Jeon Masterpost

Hello and welcome to my Mr. Jeon miniseries :)

✩ This series is completed

intro: your hot maths teacher has his eye on you, and you don't know any better than to let him play with you however he pleases.

description: student reader x hot maths teacher jk <3 innocent, virgin (kinda dumb) reader. jk is manipulative at times, cold, soft dom. but is it all a show?

index: ♡= fluff,  ✗= nsfw/18+,  ☾= angst

Part 1: Obedience - ✗

Part 2: Possession - ✗☾

Part 3: Jealousy - ✗☾

Part 4: Ecstasy - ♡✗☾

Part 5: Deceit - ♡✗

Part 6: Truth - ☾

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Is There Somewhere - jjk

try putting an unstoppable force (alcohol) and an immovable object (two horny teenagers) and you get me and jungkook making out at a party our freshman year of college.

» genre: fluff! angst, secret relationship, friends to lovers

» word count: 4.3k

» warnings: mention of blood, sex and profanity.

Is There Somewhere - jjk

There's always a certain fear that comes with having it all. The moment you realize you have something you couldn’t stand to lose, the notion all humans choose to ignore, that everything is finite, mortal, begins to creep into your mind. Some are fortunate enough to ignore this, to not let the fear of the future dictate their decisions. Others play it safe, or are completely driven by their fears and anxieties.

I sit around a campfire with several of my best friends. We’ve known each other for years, grown up together, went from playing tag in the schoolyard to drinking in our parents' empty house. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for a single person here, but telling them the truth is apparently the exception to that rule. Can’t I have the best of both worlds?

I believe deep down that they’d be supportive, that this wouldn’t be that big of a deal and they totally wouldn’t see it as breaking the rules or putting the group on the line. However the possibility that any of that is remotely true, is enough to turn me away from telling anyone. Ever. We’ve discussed our groups ability to withstand the tests of time for years, theories ranging from normal to psychotic depending on who's bringing it up (namjoon whose more than happy to give his genuine input or taehyung who merely wants to speak as much nonsense as humanly possible, at all times). The only thing we’ve all agreed about were three things. 1: arguments are resolved quickly and calmly, and never talked about again. 2: the “know your audience” joke, which is our kind way of reminding each other a joke may have been distasteful or too far. And the final 3: we don’t date each other.

“It just always seems like as soon as you have a couple in a friend group it's just bound to implode.” taehyung shrugs, rotating his double marshmallow inside the fire (we’ve told him they’ll burn, he is not concerned).

Mina frowns, “I don’t think so. A general statement like that is too vague, it really just depends. I think we could do it.”

Taehyung looks up surprised, “You and I?!”

Mina’s eyes widen and she looks at him bewildered, “No! Idiot, our little group. I think we could withstand it.”

He laughs at her, “You’re just a hopeless romantic and chronically single. You’re pro-love in any situation.”

She ass-eyes him and slouches in her lawn chair, “You’re mean. I like a good friends to lovers trope, I think it's romantic. Especially if they’ve known each other for years, I mean, come on, a single person knowing just about everything you’ve ever done, bad and all, and still choosing you? Who doesn’t want that?”

Taehyung lifts his charred marshmallows out of the fire with a satisfied smirk, “Perfect.”

Jungkook laughs beside him, joining him on the log bench with the rest of the s'mores fixings. “Jesus Taehyung, who's going to eat those?”

“Me.” He says admiring the food.

I watch the fire crackle and try to move past the conversation previously being held. I figured Jungkook of all people would also pretend to have no say or care, being my boyfriend and all.

In our defense, we did not see this coming. Try putting an unstoppable force (a horny teenager) and an immovable object (alcohol) and you get me and Jungkook making out at a party our freshman year of college. And I even consider myself a very rational human being. I put others before me, I make good decisions, I am a responsible person who makes responsible decisions. And yet, somehow, there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop myself from seeing Jungkook.

I make it sound simple, like we realized there was nothing to do and we did nothing, but damned did we try. The morning after the party was an awkward one. We hadn’t done any irreparable damage at that point, it wasn’t like we slept with each other, we’d simply had too many drinks. I would’ve kissed anything remotely human-like with that much tequila in me.

All I remember is waking up in my dorm room at the sound of gentle knocking on my door. “Go away.” I mumble through restled bedsheets.

“I brought you iced coffee.” Enough said. I leaped from my bed, not bothering to debate who actually was at my door, and especially not what I looked like or what I was wearing. This became obvious as I opened the door to Jungkook, who is always noticeably well-kept (unless you catch him in the mornings, but that’s an impossible task as he wakes up at ungodly hours to exercise). He grins and hands me the coffee, one of his own in his other hand. I thank him and close the door behind him as he invites himself in, admiring my room. “You finished decorating.”

I nod, sitting back down on my bed and groggily sipping on my drink. “Yeah, now I just need to hang those photos, but I need a step stool or a chair.”

He looks around before finding the string lights with clothespins but no photos attached. “You can’t reach that?”

I scowl at him, “No.” He chuckles, taking the pile of photos I have and halting them before handing them to me and standing on my bed. "Is there any specific order you want these in?”

I shake my head, “No, and you don’t have to do this, I was gonna try to convince the cute guy down the hall to do it for me.”

He narrows his eyes and begins clipping the photos, “Why have that cute guy do it when you could have this cute guy do it for you, and better?”

I look up at him but he pretends not to see me, busying himself with the task he gave himself. “Because it’s actually just a ploy to get him in my room so he can rail me.”

He winces and I laugh, having said it on purpose to elicit such a reaction, “Gross Y/N.” I join him by standing on top of my bed and begin clipping the photos he gave me. We work in silence for a few minutes, and apparently teetering back and forth and on my toes on my bed is not as easy as you’d think. I catch myself a few times and as does Jungkook, usually one of us moving throws off the balance of the other, until one fatal lean back to check if the photos in front of me were equidistant leaves me entirely unbalanced and falling (thankfully) onto my bed, but (not so thankfully) taking Jungkook right down with me.

I can’t give you the details of how exactly he fell, but however he fell he managed to drop face first, and his nose collided with my hip bone. I cuss and groan before looking towards Jungkook, who does not seem to find this half as amusing as I do, “are you okay?”

He finally looks up to me, eyes wide and panicked as blood runs like a stream out of his left nostril, “i-is my nose bleeding?”

I took him out of my room and to the nearest restroom I could find and instructed him to sit on the counter and lift his head. He grumbles and complains the entire time, “I know what to do, mom.”

I laughed as I wet a bundle of paper towels, “Oh yeah, you had a bloody nose like every day in middle school.”

He tries to shake his head and grins, “Yeah, it made me look cool and tough but I had to have missed a month's worth of recess.”

I hand him a paper towel and he plugs his nose with it. I jump up onto the counter with him and begin cleaning him off, “God you made a mess.” I mumble, wiping at his face and even his neck, “hope you didn’t get any on my bed sheets, I just bought those.”

“I think you’re forgetting I’m entirely in this situation because of you.”

I scoff, “I told you you didn’t have to help me.”

“I just wanted to talk to you.”

I stop wiping and let my hand drop to my lap, “What about?”

He moves the bloodied towel away from his nose and looks down, and I make a mental note of how close I must have gotten when I was helping him, and he notices too, but we’re both too stubborn to move. By this point, I hadn’t decided what I was going to do if Jungkook brought up the night before. I was hoping, like me, he’d also pretend it never happened and move on.

I was wrong. There was no time to run through every scenario, I mean he woke me up for god sake. I had no idea what to do or what was going to happen.

“I mean, don’t you think we should talk about it?”

Out of all the possible things I could have done in that moment, I chose to lie. “A-about what?”

He looks at me with brows furrowed before his gaze falls to the tile below us, “So you’re going to pretend you don’t remember.” He chuckles, “You know, I thought you might, but I had more faith that you’d be able to reject me honestly than lie to me.”

His words break my heart, “Jungkook I-”

“No, don’t please.” He turns to climb off the counter and walk towards the bathroom doors, and I’m unsure what possessed me to do what I did, but with no ounce of hesitation I grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back. My method of stopping him had worked, but apparently my brain on a whim only thinks ahead five seconds, and as soon as he looked down at me I was absolutely speechless.

He turns to walk away from me again and I guess I was lucky enough to have one last chance, this time spinning him around myself and looking at him with just as much passion as he showed me, and I pushed up on my toes and grabbed the back of his neck, rather forcefully pulling him into a kiss.

It was not my finest moment, but it got the point across. I definitely caught him off-guard, but once he realized I had no intention of pulling away this time he quickly took control. It was as if we had both silently agreed to let go of the shackles just this once. I let him back me into the wall and lick at my lips, pressing against each other and kissing almost greedily. I let my hands run through his hair and his hands raked my body, trying to find a spot anywhere but never settling, like he couldn’t have enough of me.

It wasn’t until the bathroom door opened that we could pull away from each other. In walks a very disheveled looking freshman girl, whose face wrinkles in disgust upon the sight of us.

“W-we were just leaving, bloody nose.” I chuckle awkwardly and point at him, passing the less-than-entertained girl and dragging Jungkook back into my room.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding once I closed the door behind me, leaning against it and catching my breath as Jungkook does the same against the desk across from me, pulling out the chair and sitting on it. His nose begins to drip again and I chuckle, handing him a tissue.

He looks up at me before taking it with a grin, “thanks.”

Silence falls again. The tension built up in one tiny room could not be cut with a chainsaw. “So, that was something.”

I nod, tucking my lips together, “Yep, sure was.”

He sighs and runs his hands through his messy hair. It’s a mess because of you. “Y/N, c-can I just be honest? Because I’m tired of doing this.”

I furrow my brows, “Tired of doing what?”

He throws his hands down defeatedly, “I’m tired of pretending there's nothing between us!” He confesses, I stand silently, racking my brain, “I’m tired of treating you like a friend when you haven’t felt like one in months. I figured I just had a crush, a-and it would pass eventually, but it hasn’t and I can’t get you out of my head. You’re driving me crazy with all this joking and flirting and kissing me a-and not even entertaining the idea that you might like me back.” I stare at the ground. Radio-silence in my mind. I hear him sigh, “Is it too much for you? I-I mean, can you say anything?”

I open my mouth but all that leaves it is hot air, and I look at him, and suddenly the words spill out, “I like you too Jungkook.”

His eyes lighten but he doesn’t seem convinced, “So why have you been so, mean and indifferent towards me?”

I sigh and lean my head against the door, “To punish myself for falling for you. I didn’t mean to hurt you as well.”

He looks hurt, “Why would you punish yourself for liking me?”

“Because we can’t be together, Jungkook. In any way.”

He rises from his seat and stands in front of me, “Why not?”

I let my head fall and look up at him apologetically, “Because, think of the repercussions if we don’t work out. Not only is there a chance we lose each other permanently, forever, but there's also a chance we take our friends with us.” I laugh, “Hell, we could take the entire group down with us.”

He shakes his head, not believing a single word coming out of my mouth, “You always think the worst Y/N, us being friends only puts us in a better position to start a relationship, not a worse one.”

I stare at my socked feet, “There’s just too much to lose Jungkook, I-I can’t take that chance.” He exhales and lifts my chin. I can tell he wants to kiss me by the way he stares at my lips, and I know he’ll break me if he does. “Don’t.”

He shakes his head, “Stop me then.”

And I don’t, he presses our lips together and I don’t so much as push against him. I let him lift my arms around his shoulders and rest his arms against my hips. This kiss is entirely different to the last, or any. It lingers for minutes after he pulls away.

“Do you really want to walk away from this knowing you never even tried?” He asks, hardly parting from me to ask such a question, his lips brush against mine as he speaks, and he kisses me more the longer I take to respond.

I pull away this time, “I-I want to fight so bad, but I can’t take losing you, or anyone else.” I feel myself beginning to choke up, tears threatening to brim in my eyes at the dilemma presented in front of me.

He nods, “I understand, I really do, so I have an idea.”

I look up at him with eyes filled with hope, “What is it?”

He smiles and leans his forehead against mine, “Be mine, in private. We don’t have to tell anyone else, we can sneak around and do everything normal couples do, except we just don’t tell our friends.”

I bite at my lip, “That might work…”

“And if you’re right, we do end up not working out, that way no one knows and we can just go back exactly how it was before. Or at least, act like it's the same, no damage done to the group.”

I hum and think it over. I can’t think of a better compromise myself. Jungkook’s always been the mediator whenever arguments arose. He always finds a middle-ground, and I’ve always admired his skills. “Okay.” I whisper.

“What was that?” He teases.

I grin, “I said, okay, I-I’ll go out with you- oh!” I can hardly finish my sentence before he’s grabbing my hands and swinging me around my room and throwing us onto my bed in a fit of giggles.

“Good decision. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some stuff I need to do.” He says, lifting himself off my bed.

I pout and watch him grab his coffee, “You’re leaving already? What do you have to do?”

He smiles and takes a sip, “Need to eat lunch, finish unpacking, and I think I promised to meet Jimin in about three hours.” He checks his watch and leans against the desk, and I take that as an open invitation.

“Well for the next two and a half hours I’ll be your helper.” I jump up beside him and sling his arm around me with a grin, “Let’s go!”

And from then on out, for five months, Jungkook and I have been doing exactly as we discussed. A couple in private, friends in public. And as a testament to his skills and our sneak 100, everything has worked out.

But as the days wear on I can tell he gets more and more tired of the double-life. He’s asked several times about just telling them, and each time I argue it.

Today has only solidified my opinion, that our friends would not be as understanding as he thinks they’d be.

“What do you think, Y/N?” I hear Jungkook ask me over the fire crackling in front of me. I look up at him, knowing only he could read my expression as what it was.

“Think of what Jungkook?"

He nods, “What Mina and Taehyung were talking about. Do you think it would be a bad idea if someone in our friend group got together?”

I hum and stare into the dark abyss of the woods, “I think the fact that none of us have tried is a big reason why our friendship is as strong as it is.”

“That doesn’t mean the idea itself is inherently bad, though.” He makes a s’more and puts it in his mouth, fixing the other marshmallow while he finishes the first, “You know, we’ve talked about this a lot haven’t we?” He asks, looking at Taehyung, who laughs, “I guess.” Jungkook nods and turns his attention back to me, “Do you think there’s any chance that a relationship wouldn’t actually affect the group at all? Or that it may even be beneficial?”

I narrowed my eyes at him, trying my best to portray the message ‘stop fucking talking’ as best I could without outright telling him to shut up. “You never know.”

He grins, “That’s the spirit, you and Taehyung are so pessimistic.”

Taehyung chuckles, “You and Mina are deluded by your chronic bitchlessness.” Jungkook scoffs and shakes his head but Taehyung continues, “I mean Mina I get, but seriously when was the last time you got laid. It’s like you’ve been celibate since school started, I’m beginning to worry you’ve forgotten a major part of the college experience.” He’s obviously joking, and Jungkook usually laughs it off, but instead he says the outright dumbest thing he’s ever said.

“Two days ago actually.” He says confidently with a smug grin, which quickly falters as Mina and Taehyung’s head snap around and look at him.

“Two days ago?” Taehyung asks, Jungkook opens his mouth to make up some excuse but the damage was already done, “two days ago, and we’ve been on this trip for… three?”

He shakes his head and laughs, “No, no, the day before we left, i-it doesn’t feel like we’ve been here for three days already.” He laughs it off but they don’t seem to have entirely bought his act.

I’m in awe of his insensitivity and ignorance and quickly rise from my chair to say I’m going on a walk. “In the dark?” Mina questions but I ignore her.

I cool off for a moment but only get about 30 seconds of silence before I hear what's no doubt Jungkook running towards me. He breathes deeply and walks beside me, “I pissed you off didn’t I.” He states.

“You think?”

He sighs, “That’s my bad, I-I took it too far. I’ll drop it, I promise.”

I tug my blanket around my shoulders, “They’ve made their opinion pretty obvious, Jungkook. Maybe one day, but not now.”

He nods, “I understand, although it is worth mentioning the only voice of opposition is Taehyung, of all people. I take any opinion of his with a grain of salt.”

I quietly chuckle, “That’s fifty percent of that conversation, the rest didn’t chime in cause they weren’t listening, thankfully. Since your big mouth decided to tell the entire wilderness you had sex two days ago.”

He grins and scratches the back of his neck, “I’ll admit that wasn’t my finest moment.” He sighs and shoves his arms in his pockets and flips his hood up.

“Are you cold?” He shakes his head. “Go back to the fire.”

He smiles at me, “You first.”

I take a deep breath and look at him, “I want to be alone.”

He shakes his head, “My father raised me right, I can’t leave a pretty girl alone, especially not in the dark woods.”

I stop walking and eye him, “You’re annoying. Do you know that?”

He grins and pulls me towards him, “Absolutely. And the longer you stay out here the worse I will get, so for my sake and yours, let’s please go back to the fire.”

I sigh and turn us around and listen to him excitedly babble the entire way back. As we’re approaching the others he leans over and tells me, “I’ll spend the rest of the break making this up to you, if you let me, of course.” He grins charmingly, parting ways to sit down on opposite sides of the fire.

The conversation between all of us dies down soon after. All of us groggily, somewhat drunkenly staring into the fire.

Until one person giggles, then another, and another. Yoona, who’s sat beside Namjoon and was the first to laugh, gets nudged by him and he tells her to shut up. She shakes her head and defeatedly looks around. “I-I’m so sorry guys,” she cracks up, “I can’t take it anymore, it’s almost mean at this point.”

I look around and receive about a fifty-fifty in looks. Mina, Taehyung and Jungkook look at her like she’s insane while the others all hold back their giggles and grins.

“What the hell are you laughing about?” Taehyung finally asks, annoyed they left him out of a joke.

She looks at Jungkook and then me, “You two do know that we know… right?”

Jungkook and I glance at each other and shake our heads, “What do you mean?”

Yoona sighs and leans forward, “We know you’re seeing each other, or fucking, we’re not sure entirely, its a running bet actually.”

“Yoona you’re such a buzzkill!”

“Snitch!”

One by one they all jokingly berate her, and I sit back absolutely dumbfounded. “How long have you known?”

She shrugs, “We all just kinda brought it up to each other, and Jimin and Namjoon were debating whether you guys were dating or just having sex, and frankly I am tired of hearing them whisper between me, so what is it between you guys, exactly?”

Jungkook tries to jump on her question but I’m quicker, “Wait, so, you guys aren’t like, mad? At all?”

They all look at me like I’ve lost my mind, “Why would we be mad? We’re your friends, we want you to be happy. All that debate about how we all stay friends is just that, debate. It’s just talk. Life happens, you don’t always get to decide who you’re attracted to.”

Yoona soothes my nerves and I have little time to relish in the relinquishment of my fears as Jimin eagerly jumps into the conversation, “But seriously please tell me you guys are just fucking and its not serious yet-”

“They’re definitely dating.” Namjoon intersects.”

They bicker back and forth until Jungkook throws an acorn at them, effectively hitting Jimin and silencing them both, “We’re dating, eat shit Jimin.”

He opens his mouth offendedly and Namjoon raises his arms victoriously, and like normal, they continue to argue like children.

Mina and Taehyung are the first to go, walking towards the tents and calling it a night, soon followed by most others. I don’t pay much attention to anything, my mind much too occupied by the events of the night as I stare at the burning firewood.

It isn’t until a hand reaches in front of me that my attention is drawn back to reality. I follow the tattooed arm up to see Jungkook’s smiling face, “Call it a night?”

I nod and take his hand, letting him lead me to our tent. I suppose now I notice they always let Jungkook and I pair, I always assumed it was what happens when there's only three girls, the thought never occurred to me that they could have done it on purpose.

We get comfy in our sleeping bags and I feel him reach a hand out, letting it dance across my back, “You wanna talk about it?”

I turn to face him and shake my head, letting a dopey smile spread across my face, “Nothing to talk about. Just enjoying that massive weight lifted off my shoulders.”

He kisses my head, “Good, you didn’t deserve to carry that.”

“I still don’t regret it. Kinda liked sneaking around with you.”

He hums, “I’m sure we’ll find other ways to keep things exciting.”

I close my eyes, letting myself slowly drift off, “I’m sure you’ve got a list of ideas already.”

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figured i needed to sprinkle some fluff into my very smutty jjk list. here u go! as always thank u for reading and hope u have a serene day <3 - ara :)

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Mr. Jeon: Jealousy

“You’ve trained her well.” He says impressed. “Bet she’d do anything you told her.” I nod, looking up at Jungkook. I place my hand on his thigh, “Anything."

» genre: angst! smut, fluff at the absolute very end (unless simping counts in which case, plenty)

» word count: 5.7k

» description: teacher x student, voyeurism, almost cuckold but not really ... just read i can't think of a term for this. two members ;)

Part 3 | Masterpost

jungkook’s pov

I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. If only I had any ounce of self control I wouldn't be in this situation to begin with. if only i was as smart as i thought myself to be.

My eyes scan over her name in my phone.

How can someone be so trusting?

It’s not even that she doesn't know, she seems not to care at all. Each conversation with her is a testament to that. I’ve spent the entire weekend texting her. Never initiating anything myself, I really ought to remind her of my no spam rule, but i think it to be cute, and necessary, that she's this obsessed.

jk: what if i am just using you?

y/n: i just like having your attention. you can do whatever as long as you don't leave me.

jk: and if i left you?

This leaves her typing for quite some time. I can see she's deleting what she's typing and trying over and over again before she finally sends her response.

y/n: don't warn me. just go and never come back.

y/n: i hate being teased like that.

The conversation flatlines soon after, leaving her on read and not being bothered to continue the conversation. She’s got class early anyway, I'm doing her a favor by at least leaving her be for the night.

My shoes click against the tile floors as I head into the school, pushing past the wooden doors to be met with silent halls.

In silence like this you can't help but wander. ask yourself questions like how you ended up here. I never considered myself to be a very deep individual. In fact, I always believed humans were never as fathomless as they believed themselves to be.

It was simple. I became a teacher because my mother was one, and I loved my mother. I saw the joy it gave her, and I chased after her and her life by following in her footsteps while my elder brother followed in my fathers. my parents had favorites, as all do. you're always inclined to love the things that love you back.

I've never asked myself the question if I was ever, genuinely happy in my decision to teach. and now i feel as if it's an unfair question entirely. What qualifies a person to be happy? I lost my mother after my second year teaching at my university job. I always associated her with teaching. Could I ever truly love something, after losing the very reason I started it?

Once my mother was gone I coped much better than anyone thought I would. i'm not sure what they expected, but the sympathetic stares and dinner invitations went stale very quickly, and I left my job and hometown as soon as I found another, even higher paying, job at a different school.

No one here knows anything about my past. They only know what I tell them, and I’ve enjoyed my time here. The people are kind, they don't pry, they invite each other to drinks, dinners, discuss their marriages, families, the economy, and so on.

One man has always stood out to me. He's young for a teacher, like myself. He must be incredibly smart as everyone praises him and holds him in high regards. The staff refer to him almost constantly when struggling with concepts, the subject never mattered.

He was tall, dark hair, wore glasses, dressed average, never attracted attention to himself, and yet he always had it. He looked at me as if he saw through me. I hated it. And it felt like he knew that, too.

I began to see him more and more as the months went on, until it became almost guaranteed that I'd see him when passing through the foreign language wing.

And today was no exception to that.

“Ah, you again.” He grins widely at the sight of me, coffee in one hand and his leather folder in the other, settled underneath his arm.

I force a grin, “It’s me, again.” I stop in front of him in the hall, “Good morning, namjoon.”

He bows his head slightly, looking at me through the top of his black rimmed glasses with a smirk, “good morning to you too jungkook.”

I clear my throat and sigh, “I suppose we have some things to discuss.”

He lingers purposefully, making me uncomfortable with his silence, and I hate to admit it works. “We do.” He extends an arm into the dark room behind me, “If you don't mind.” I turn on my heels and head into the room, watching him set his things down at his desk before opening the blinds to allow a small amount of light to creep into the room, “I'm quite prone to headaches, I don't so much enjoy unnatural light. i find it too harsh.”

I mentally roll my eyes at his behavior, but keep my composure, simply exhaling as I stare at him, “can we stop with the theatrics and you just tell me what you have in mind?”

He ignores me and continues to stare out the window and play with the blinds, before meandering back towards his desk and sitting down with a laugh, “Pretty bold statement considering you're at my mercy. Your entire reputation as an educator on the line. A little harsh, don't you think?”

I shrug, “I'd simply like to handle this already. I figured if your intention was to ruin me, you'd've made a case already.”

He spins slowly side to side in his seat, twirling a pen around his hand, “Who’s to say I don't have one tucked away in my desk?” he chuckles, “I wouldn't put anything past me.”

“Do you?” I ask.

He hums, “I might.” a smile tugs at his lips and he leans forward on his desk, “Have a seat, please.” he watches me intently as I reluctantly sit in the chair on the other side of his desk. He curls his bottom lip and his brows furrow before opening his mouth, “I can't comprehend why a man like you would entertain a relationship with a student.”

He's practically laughing at me, I suppose he doesn't know as much as he thinks he does, “I’m not in a relationship with her.”

He peaks at my response, “You’re not? What would you say your relationship with her would be labeled as?”

I hold my tongue, racking my brain for any mild way to put this, and fail to find one, “Well you clearly know what we did last week, call that what you may.”

He chuckles, “Yeah, strange how I found out though don't you think? All you'd have to do was close the door. I would have walked right past your room, but you didn't.”

I shrug, “I didn't think things would escalate to that.” Lying straight through my teeth.

He nods, “Well you're lucky I’ve always considered us very similar individuals.”

“What do you mean?”

He smirks, “You think you're doing something original? There’s always one, jungkook.” I sigh, not entertained, I didn't come to be reprimanded for my actions like a child. “You’re playing it wrong, all too dangerously.”

I finally let out the sarcastic laugh I’ve been holding in, “please tell me how to ‘play the game’ correctly.”

“Well for starters, I'd like to say it's normal for a man to feel this way, despite any age gaps. So long as she's over the age of consent of course.”

I wince at the thought, “of course she is.”

“Yes of course, and we as educators see hundreds of people a day, thousands a year, and hardly any of them outside of our wall of profession, be it students or teachers. So the likely chance that someone catches your eye and isn't one of those, is slim. The sad reality is so, the more married to your work, the closer you marry your work.” He chuckles at his own joke. “So all i ask from you is three things.”

I sat up in my seat, “please go on, i haven't got all day.”

He nods, “I can't sit here and tell a grown man what to do, but you cannot be so careless. If you're intent on keeping her around, don't interact with each other while you're at work. It’d be one thing if she was simply a student here and not yours, you could just argue you met in other circumstances. But luckily the semester ends soon, until then you can’t waver the professional line.”

“She already knows this.”

“Good, secondly, on the chance you do get caught, I’ve never known anything about this.”

I laugh, “I figured.”

“I've taken it upon myself to look into your personal life, and I'm not fond of blackmail, but consequences to meet these requirements will result in unfavorable things for you.”

“Mhm, wouldn’t want to jeopardize your spotless record.”

He smiles, “Glad we understand each other, and lastly, I want to talk to her.”

I raise an eyebrow, “You want to talk to her?”I shake my head in disbelief, the hoops he’s making me jump through, “Just the two of you? I’m not sure she’ll agree to that.”

He shrugs and heads towards the door, “I don’t care if you’re there or not, it won’t change anything that I do, whether you’re watching or not.” He gives me a shit-eating grin, acting like this purposefully to get under my skin. I’m not a fool, I know what he’s planning to do.

I go throughout the rest of the day lost in my own thoughts, and when the final bell tolls I slouch back in my seat. “Y/N, can I see you for a second?”

I call out to her as she passes my desk and heads for the door. She looks surprised and turns around, “Yes Mr. Jeon?”

I lean forward on my desk, resting my forearms on it as I look around, waiting for the classroom to clear out before glancing back up at her, “Do you have plans tonight?”

She ticks her head to the side, “No, I don’t.”

I nod and sigh, “Okay good, I have someone that wants to meet you.”

“Who?” She asks, puzzled.

I sigh, unsure how much information I can actually trust her with. If I tell her what I’ve gotten myself into she’ll have no reason to go. It’s solely beneficial to me, and if she isn’t interested in seeing another man then that puts me in the worst possible position.

I grin and look up at her, “It’s a surprise. Wear something cute.”

She nods slowly and takes a step away before stopping, “W-where are we going?”

“I’ll pick you up at the bus stop near your house at 10.”

With the details all sorted to her liking she skips off happily to her last class of the day.

I take one last breath before she opens the car door, sitting down and looking at me with a large grin, “Hi.”

I smile back at her, trying not to show my nervousness, “Hi baby.”

She sits back in her seat and blushes as she clicks her seatbelt on, “Are we going to your house?”

I shake my head, “Our guest decided on the location, it's about a half hour away.”

She hums, “That’s kind of far.”

I nod and begin driving, “I know, do your parents know you’re gone?”

She glances at my side profile then looks out the window, “I don’t know.”

I chuckle, “You don’t know? You still live with them don’t you?” She nods silently, and I rack my brain for any thought or memory of ever having seen or met her parents but to no avail. “Are they away a lot?” She shakes her head, clearly not a fan of talking about this but now I'm interested. “Do they not pay much attention to you?”

She chuckles so quietly I almost miss it over the humming of the engine. “You could say that.”

She stays silent the rest of the ride. I had predicted a relatively interrogative ride to the hotel but our conversation at the beginning had put her in some kind of mood.

A few blocks away and already into the city I try to lighten her mood.

I place my hand on her thigh and she falls out of her trance to stare at me for a moment, but quickly falls back into it.

I mentally sigh, wishing it would have been that easy, “Baby.” I call out to her, she looks to me and responds quietly, “You look very pretty. I think our guest will agree.”

She grins and takes the hand I placed into hers and plays with my fingers, “You think?

I grin, eyes on the road, “I think he’d be an idiot not to.”

“So it's a he?”

I hum, “What do you think about that?”

Her lips tug, “Nervous.”

“Nervous? Why are you nervous?” I tick my head.

“Because you're nervous.”

I glance at her then immediately back to the road, “Don't worry about me. We’ll see when we get there.” I pull into the parking of the familiar hotel. I ought to have predicted he'd choose something more opulent like this. He’s always given me “daddy’s money” vibes. Not that his salary couldn't support this as well.

“Woah is this where we’re going?”

I park the car and nod, “Yes, follow me.”

We walk past the automatic doors in the front, revealing a gold and white interior to the building's monotone exterior. I had gotten a text a few hours earlier of a room number, the lady at the desk only looking up from her book for a moment before turning around in her seat.

The elevator ride was also silent, but I can feel her body heat she’s so close to me.

“Come here.” I extend my arm to her and she latches onto it as the elevator dings and I search for the room.

As soon as I find it I knock on the door. I feel her grip on me tighten and the door opens in front of us to reveal the same man I had talked to earlier that day.

Your POV

“Ah, hello y/n.” a man grins at me, ignoring jungkook and extending his hand outwards towards me. “I'm Namjoon, or Mr.Kim.”

I looked from him to Jungkook, and he nods to me so I let my hand become engulfed in his. I don't step away from Jungkook for a second as we enter the hotel room. I have a weird gut feeling but I also have faith that Jungkook would never put me in danger. I’d do anything for him, and if this is a test I know I’ll pass.

Namjoon walks to a table by the window where a glass jar of liquor sits and some shot glasses, “Jungkook?” he offers.

He laughs, sitting us both on a large bed in the center of the room, “You first.”

He smiles at him, “You’re sharper than I thought.” He downs a shot, refills it then hands it to Jungkook as he pours another.

Namjoon then stands with the glass in his hand and meanders towards me, sitting beside me and leaning rather close, to a point where I could smell the cologne. I don't know what scent that is, but it smells like he’s got money.

“Would you like to try it, dear?”

I stare at him and Jungkook speaks up from behind me, “Only do it if you want to, baby.”

Namjoon glances at him with hooded eyes then back to me with a small grin, “Of course, you should never do anything you don't want to.”

I gulp and let go of Jungkook’s arm, taking the small glass with two hands before drinking it.

My face immediately winces like I had eaten an entire lemon and I stick my tongue out. “bleh.”

They both chuckle at my reaction, “First time?” someone asks and I nod, never having drank before.

It settles on my tongue and I find the aftertaste quite nice. “That's not that bad actually.” I say but a displeased expression is still present on my face.

“Here.” Namjoon hands me a water. “Drink this after, as a chaser.”

I untwist the bottle and take a sip, “Is that what you call what you drink after alcohol?”

He grins, “Yes it is, you are a quick learner aren’t you.” I smile up at him and he leans closer, pulling a strand of hair behind my ear and staring at my lips.

This reeks of trouble, but I know Jungkook is beside me. Surely we wouldn't be here if he wasn't in on whatever is happening, right?

Worried nonetheless I pull back and turn to look at him, who’s already staring at me with an unamused face. “W-what's going on?” I ask him.

“Don't be so dense, baby. I think Namjoon is interested in teaching you as well.”

My eyes widen and I grab onto him, “But y-you’re okay with this? Do you want me to do this?”

He grins, “Why would I bring you here if I wasn't? Do what you want baby.”

“I want you.” I insist. I don’t so much care for the other guy. Unless I’m explicitly told to entertain him, I’m not interested, and frankly a little embarrassed.

He stares at me speechlessly, then looks towards Namjoon. “You’ve trained her well.” He says impressed. “Bet she’d do anything you told her.”

I nod, looking up at Jungkook. I place my hand on his thigh, “Anything!”

He bites his lip before speaking to me again, “Even if I told you to let him have you?”

I frown at him, more confused than anything, he told me only a few days ago I was not to have boyfriends or let anyone else touch me, and now he's asking me to do exactly that? “W-why-”

“No why. It's a yes or no question, y/n. Would you?”

I nod determined, “Yes, i-if that's what you want.”

“It is. Now stop staring at me.” He rises from the bed and walks over to the liquor, pouring himself a shot and taking it before sitting in a seat in the corner of the room.

Namjoon crawls in front of me, “Just like he said gorgeous, look at me.” I do as told, committing to the idea that this is what he wants and I want it too.

“W-what are we going to do?” I ask him, still feeling my knowledge on the topic of intimacy is still growing.

He smiles, leaning in so close his nose almost touches mine, “Whatever you'll let me.” He closes the gap and presses his lips onto mine, leaning me downwards until my head hits the pillows. He licks at my lips and a hand comes up to my jaw, massaging it and I knowingly let my mouth fall open and he kisses me with tongue.

I can't remember doing this before, and he grins as if it's obvious, “So cute.”

My cheeks heat all the same, and he kisses me more feverently, his large hands sliding everywhere on my body until one slides into the top of my dress and over my boob, lightly pinching my nipple and causing my back to arch into him.

"Baby likes that huh?” I look at him, my lip gloss reflecting on his lips as well and I hum.“Where else do you like being touched, kitten?”

The nickname confuses me but I answer him the same I’d answer Jungkook. I grab his other hand as he continues to flick at my nub with the other, and lead it down to my very lower stomach, “h-here feels good too.”

He sucks at the skin on my neck rather harshly than Jungkook does and I wince. “This part?” He asks, his hand applying pressure where I put him but that wasn't right.

I shake my head, “no.”

He smiles and bites at my ear, “Then, where?”

I whimper and push his hand further down to my naughty bits, “h-here.”

He hums and adjusts his hand directly over my good spot, pressing his fingers up and down my underwear, “Right here, you said?”

I moan and my body squirms, “y-yeah there.”

He persists, focusing on my chest and his other hand moving up and down until he pauses, removing both hands and pulling my dress up to my waist, completely revealing my lower half.

“Lift your hips baby.” He grabs onto my underwear and takes them off. He then turns to Jungkook, amusedly sat twirling liquid around in a glass, and hands him the garment, “here, it's yours, really.”

He looks up at him sharply, and ignores his gesture. Namjoon chuckles, “Your loss.” He then turns back to me, both hands on either of my knees as he widens my legs, “Wonder why he’s so upset?” He dips his head down between my thighs and my brows furrow, until I feel what must be his tongue. Licking multiple stripes before a finger flicks at the super sensitive part of me in a pattern.The feeling both new and overwhelming has me gasping and the bedsheets crumpling beneath my hands. “Oh f-fuck!”

“What is it baby?” He laughs, quickly resuming.

“F-feels really good.”

He leans his head against my thigh, “Has Jungkook never done this for you?”

I shake my head, glancing at him whose eyes haven't left us, “N-no.”

He grins, “Well that's okay, not every man can do this. Only the good ones.”

I whimper as he continues to touch me, “h-he’s really good.”

“Is he?” I nod, choking on my words. He smirks, “Ask him to try then. You can tell us who's better.”

I look over at Jungkook who’s now sitting on the edge of his seat. “Jungkookie?” I call out to him, “C-can you? Please?”

He twitches in his seat, “You don't seem to need my help baby. She's easy, she’ll come just like this if you let her.”

Namjoon laps at my area rather viciously and I moan out as he pulls back and chuckles, “Yeah, I can tell. Such a sensitive girl.” He coos, pushing a finger in lightly at my entrance and I try to push back the noises in my throat but I fail miserably. “Oh you like that, don't you?” He pushes a finger in all the way and begins to pump it in and out of me, lightly curling his finger.

I shake my head vigorously, “y-yeah, Jungkook taught me.”

He adds a finger and moves faster, “Did he? Did you come on his fingers?”

I nod again, “Y-yes, fuck.” My back arches and it's as if he predicted it, I feel the familiar tightening and burning sensation in my lower stomach, like I’m gonna pee.

He pulls his hand away completely and laughs at me, “Can't have you finishing that easily, can we? It’ll ruin the fun.”

I pout. “I-i was close, please-”

“Why would I let you finish when you’ve barely touched me? Doesn't seem fair does it y/n?”

I shake my head, “No. That's not fair.”

He grins, sliding his bottoms off and completely exposing himself to me. “So baby, what can you do?”

I stare at his dick, very different from Jungkook’s. I guess it never occurred to me they wouldn't all be the same. He's definitely longer but not larger, if that makes sense. “I-i can use my mouth, or my…”

I gesture at the area he left unfinished and he grins, “Do you know that word?”

I shake my head, “Only the medical term, i guess.”

He grins, “Your pussy?”

I wince, not liking that word, and he laughs, “don't like that word?” I shake my head. “Well, you can decide if you'd rather use that or your mouth.”

I'm unsure of the right choice here. Jungkook always tells me what he wants. “What do you want?” I ask him, scooting closer.

He smiles and grips the bottom of my dress, “arms up.” He slides the fabric off of me easily, leaving me completely bare in front of him. He ogled my chest before answering, “Why don't you ride me?”

“Ride, you?”

He nods, leaning against the bed frame and stroking his member with his own hand, “Haven't done that either?” He laughs, “Must be a pretty shit teacher to skip all the fun parts.”

I ignore his comment to Jungkook and simply ask, “H-how do I do that?”

“Come here, like you're going to sit in my lap but don't sit yet.”

I do as told, uncomfortably hovering above his hand that's holding his dick, “okay, now-”

“Now replace my hand.” I do as best I can. “Now sit on it, put it inside you baby.”

I look him in the eyes and he nods, encouraging me to do it. I cautiously sink onto his length, only getting what seems to be a third of the way until it begins to burn a little, then halfway I had to stop. “Ow, fuck.”

He massages my back and hums, “It's alright baby, take your time, you're doing well.”

I slowly sink more and more, my legs growing quickly tired until I collapse down and shove himself in the rest of the way and I cry out.

He moans in my ear and grabs at my ass. “God baby, so fucking tight aren't you?”

“Hurts.” I pout.

He chuckles, “A lot of girls would kill to sleep with a guy like me, you’ll learn to like it. Pain feels good doesn't it baby?”

I take some breaths and it starts to feel much better, I nod my head and he chuckles, “Lean into me, let me help.”

I do as told and he begins to push in and out of me, thrusting harshly but keeping most of himself inside of me. I can feel myself growing hotter, feeling how deep inside of me he reaches and rubs against my walls.

I whimper and bite at his neck as a distraction but this seems to encourage him, thrusting harder and faster and I yelp.

He groans and halts suddenly, flipping us around to where I’m on my back and he’s between my legs, “Fuck if this is how you feel now I can't imagine how you felt your first time.”

I don't know what he means but he doesn't give me any time to ponder his words as he fucks into me aggressively.

I mumble incoherent things as he groans beside my ear, “Gripping onto me so tight, so fucking wet too, just like a whore, got another man watching me fuck you and everything.” He whispers and chuckles, “Tell me, is he watching you get fucked?”

I force my eyes open for a moment and glance at where Jungkook is, staring off at the ground. “N-no.” I mewl.

He growls, “Can’t stand to see it can he? His baby with another guys dick in her?” He laughs, “I know I’d be pissed.”

He continues to thrust into me, one arm balancing himself and the other reaches down to my sensitive area. He begins to rub and flick at it and my back arches as I moan loud.

He cusses in response to my walls tightening erratically, before he moans loudly and stills inside of me. “Fuck.”

He thrusts a few more times before pulling out, and aiming his member towards me as he paints my face and stomach white.

It surprises me and I close my eyes until I feel him lay next to me.

I slowly open them back up and glance around, Jungkook looks away as soon as my eyes meet his, and Namjoon rests beside me with his eyes closed and an arm across his forehead.

He's the first to speak, “Don't you know what to do?”

I shake my head and he chuckles, “Well I’d tell you but I’m not your teacher.” He stands and begins redressing himself. He walks to the bathroom for a moment and fixes his hair before digging into his pockets for a card. “I have the room until 11am tomorrow, do with it what you will.” He grins and tosses it at Jungkook before walking out of the room.

The entire thing happens too fast for me to catch up and it leaves me puzzled.

I look at Jungkook who’s still avoiding eye contact. “Jungkook?” He hums. “What do I do?”

He sighs, “Either grab a wet towel or take a shower.”

I nod and slide off the bed and head into the bathroom. I look around, only a hand towel was out so I grab that, wet it and begin to wipe the white substance off of me.

Once I think I have it all I head back out and stand in front of Jungkook, covering myself best I could, “d-did I get it all?”

His eyes slide over me darkly, looking me up and down before settling on my face, “missed a spot, on your cheek.”

I turn around and wipe at my cheek, “did i get it?”

He nods, and I continue to stand there. “What are you waiting for? Get dressed.”

I frown, “b-but, I’m not finished.”

He looks at me confused, “Not finished?”

I shake my head, “n-need you to touch me.”

He exhales and chuckles, “You didn't get to finish did you baby?”

I pout, “No, didn't let me.”

“Aw.” He coos, getting up from his seat. “Talked all that shit and he left you unfinished? Not much of a man after all, I guess.”

I agree and let him back me up to the bed. “w-will you, please?”

He grins down at me, “I can't say no to your begging, y/n.”

I smile and pull the back of his neck in for a kiss, which he only lets me have for a moment, “Face the bed.” I frown, wanting to kiss him more but I do as I’m told, “Get on it, stay on your knees and put your elbows on the bed.”

The position is weird to me but exposes me perfectly to him. What I can't see is the large grin across his face.

“So pretty baby, do you know how pretty you are?”

I hum contently and feel his slick tongue against my folds. “Still wet too, but not as wet as I get you.”

I shake my head, “You’re much better. He was too mean, too hard.”

He coos, circling a finger against my hole, “At least now you know what other men are like. He’s the epitome of every guy your age.”

“What do you me-” I’m cut off by two of his fingers sliding in at a delicious angle, and pulling them back out slowly, scissoring them before dipping them back in. “God Jungkook.”

He smiles as he watches me, “No one can worship you like me baby. They can't make you feel this good.”

I nod, “F-feel so good.”

He hums, picking up the pace, “I’m sure it does baby.”

It doesn't take but a minute more of his work until the feeling comes back, and he notices the way I tighten around his fingers so he adds a third and his tongue.

“Fuck Jungkook.” I whimper. “T-too much too much.”

“You can take it baby, let it go.”

Only a few seconds more of his relentless actions and I’m cumming against him, hard.

My body easily falls limp and I curl myself up in the sheets, feeling exhausted and worn out.

Jungkook disappears into the bathroom for a few moments, then he reappears beside me, towel in hand as he uncovers my lower half and wipes at my area. I whine and try to move him away, “let me y/n.” I snuggle into his leg and relent, allowing him to touch me until he stops, “I have your clothes, do you want to put them back on?”

I shake my head, not wanting to move another muscle until I at least get a good nap in.

Jungkook begins to stand again but I tug on his arm, “Stay with me, please.”

He sighs, “Let me take you home baby.”

“Why? So I can be alone again?” I snap at him, feeling emotional and tired. “I'm so fucking tired of being left.” I whisper, muffled against the pillows.

He pauses for a moment before walking away. I sigh, letting my body go limp against the bed. I shouldn't have put that onto him, or let myself think he has any reason to stay.

The lights shut off and he shuffles back into the bed beside me, not settling until he hands me something, “put this on please, you’ll get cold like that.”

It registers in my tired brain that he's handing me his shirt, and I look over at him, shirtless and barely in view due to the dark room. The only light from the barely covered window’s city lights, and I feel as if I’m about to burst into tears.

“a-are we staying here?”

He nods, also seeming rather tired, “Yes baby, all night.”

I feel a tear run down my cheek and I turn my back to him, wiping it away before sliding the shirt on.

I let myself fall back onto the bed, he pulls me close, his chest pressed against my back and he inhales my strawberry shampoo. “Thank you.”

I hum, “why are you thanking me? I really should be thanking you, thank you.”

He shakes his head, “You don't deserve anything happening to you. Including me.

I chuckle, “I know.”

He exhales, “I don't mean it like that, baby. I mean you're better than all of this.”

I let a silence settle around us. My brain runs circles around the question I know I shouldn't ask. “I want to say something but I’m afraid it'll scare you.”

He pulls me closer, “You couldn't scare me if you tried.”

I smile, “Do you think we could've had a real shot, if we had met under different circumstances?”

He pauses, “I do.” He kisses my shoulder and mumbled something about how I should go to sleep, but I was already halfway there, and soon after I am comfortably curled up in his arms, sleeping peacefully against his chest above the city lights. and for once I feel wanted.

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DDLG - jjk

he was looking for someone to pamper and tease and i couldn't be happier to oblige, but who wouldn't? everything about him is addictive.

» genre: smut! ddlg ... clearly.

» word count: 2k

DDLG - jjk

i wasn't entirely sure what i was to jungkook. if we were just friends, maybe more, or just someone who matches his sexual desires perfectly enough to keep around.

i never dared to ask. i was afraid of the answer. regardless of a label, i knew what was expected of me. i'm his baby. he's my daddy. he was looking for someone to pamper and tease and i couldn't be happier to oblige, but who wouldn't? everything about him is addictive. the way he smiles, the way he laughs, the way he walks, or hums when he's focused on a task, the mischievous grin and dark hooded eyes when he's making his intentions clear to me with a mere look.

there was nothing about him that was lacking. to say he had me wrapped around his finger was simply an understatement.

so here i lay, in his bed, between his satin sheets as i play with them, enjoying the way they feel against my bare skin.

he'd put in a request half an hour ago. giving me specific instructions of how he wanted this to go, the text read, "inside of my closet is a present for you, since you've been a good girl :) put it on, i want you on my bed and waiting. you know your rules, ill be there soon princess <3"

his intoxicating image has made a home in my mind, playing tricks on me. you know your rules, he said. he knew how excited i would be, and how impatient i am. i'm sure the prize for waiting and doing as he says is much better than giving into my desires now, but my agitated body disagrees with my rationality.

it began as a slight rut against the bed. the sheets folded just right underneath me, and i liked it. so i kept going. pushing my hips against the bed desperately. the more i do it the more needy i become, and the faster and harder i'm compelled to grind myself against the soft sheets. i let out quiet moans and whines. my eyes tightly shut as i yearn to feel something more. i imagine myself sat atop his lap. situated on his strong thighs as he guides my hips just the way he wants them.

i unconsciously moan his name, the only name i know. the only comprehensible thought i can make up. i know grinding against hardly anything won't get me what i want, a sweet release, so i decide to lean back against the pillows, spreading my legs slowly as i run a finger against the lingerie, his present to me for being a good girl, he said. but what i was doing was anything but good. that was rule number two, only under the name rule, and i had never broken it before.

the guilt overtakes my thoughts for a moment, causing my hand to drop against the bed. so worked up and impatient, tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

"you finished?" i hear his honey voice speak, finally walking fully into the room. my eyes widen and i sit up straight on the bed.

“i-i did as you asked daddy."

he stares at me, looking me up and down as he bites his lip, absolutely adoring the sight. "i knew you'd look delectable in that color. i almost cant keep myself from touching you." he speaks slowly, sensually, leaning down to me and pressing his lips against my ear, "but i'll have to, because you've earned yourself a punishment." i open my mouth to plead my case but he's quick to wrap his strong hand around my neck, squeezing at the sides. "not a word. you know what you did. i'm awfully disappointed. i had the whole night planned out, but you ruined it."

“sorry." i speak weakly, hardly audible. i almost think he doesn't hear me until he smiles.

"you will be." he backs away from me, moving to the other side of the room to rummage around in his closet.

"you've been so good to me baby. did you think you'd get away with it? did you think i would be too stupid to notice you dripping before i even got here?" he chuckles, "how dare you take me for an idiot."

my eyes begin to water at his insulting words, "i-i don't think that at all, i was thinking of you, i-i want you daddy please." i cry out, my heart racing from fear.

“i'm sure you were. if you wanted to be a pathetic slut then you should've just said so. but now, ill have to treat you like one, so you won't do it again, got it?"

he looks me in the eyes, a hint of worry evident in his eyes. he's never been rough with me. unsure of how i'd respond to it, scared of pushing it too far. but all i want is to please him, so i nod. agreeing to take whatever punishment he sees fit. he brushes my hair behind my ear, kissing my neck as he joins me on the bed, "your crying won't change my mind. lay down. ass up."

i gulp nervously, complying with his instructions, the curiosity eating away at my mind. i hadn't paid any attention to the objects he grabbed. he placed something cold and flat against my ass, smoothing it around the area, "say your color if it becomes too much."

"i-i can do it daddy." i reassure him. knowing his last statement about my crying was a lie, he was genuinely worried for me. but he was just as curious as i was, he wanted to see how far he could push me. and i was willing to go as far as i could for him. just as quickly as the object of lifted off of my behind, it's smacked back down, the sound bouncing around the room with my cries following quickly after. he places the cold paddle against the place he'd hit, circling it around the heated area. "that's one, count for me baby." he lifts it again, slamming it back down against my body with an equal amount of force. i can see him enjoying this almost too much.

i would have never pegged him for a sadist, but the way he watches the paddle as it smacks against my ass, making it jiggle and turn tart-red repeatedly, has me rethinking the way i'd drawn him up in my head.

"t-two." i choke out. he does it again, and again, and again. for the sixth one he switches from my left cheek to my right, finishing out the ten spanks on that side. "ten." i gasp, out of breathe and exhausted already. i feel his hands on my butt, massaging the agitated area as he showers me with compliments. "turn around baby, let me see your pretty face."

i sniffle and wipe the tears on my cheeks as i sit up to face him. he asks, "how do you feel?"

i nod my head, "good." he smiles, tugging me into his arms and placing gentle kisses on my head, "you did so well my baby, i had more for you but i don't think i can bear to see you cry anymore."

my eyes flash to his for a moment, "im sorry, i'm just sensitive. i liked it, really." i tell him. not sure if i'm honest, but if he asked to do it again, i know i couldn't tell him no.

"lay down. relax, the hard part is over." he tells me. i nod, crawling towards the head of the bed as i lay against the pillows. he's quick to meet me, pulling me in for an intoxicating kiss. he starts off slow, showing how much he cares through his actions but he gets carried away, growing more aggressive. shoving his tongue in my mouth and biting my lips.

i feel his hand dancing around my hips, slipping off my panties before sliding my bra off my shoulders, leaving myself completely bare for him to use however he pleases.

"you're gorgeous. i can't tell if i want to preserve your perfect skin or mark it until you're covered in nothing but me." he growls into my ear, making me whimper at the thought.

he smiles, dipping a hand between my legs to feel how hot and wet i was. he curses, "fuck, you really did like to be spanked didn't you?"

i don't answer, too distracted by his hand so close to where i need him the most. he's got me so worked up, so desperate for him to do anything at all. he knows it too, grabbing his final toy of choice and putting it against my heat. i jump at the feeling of a foreign object replacing what was the warmth of his hand.

he shushes me, peppering kisses on my bare shoulder, "im gonna make you feel good baby, this is your reward."

i allow myself to relax further into the bed, feeling him turn the object on. it's light humming filling the room, he begins to move it up and down my slit, wetting it and watching me squirm from an unknown pleasure.

he turns it up a notch and i let out a moan. he places his other hand on my lower stomach, massaging it and adding pressure. he decides to push it even further, slipping the vibrator inside of me slowly. i grab onto his arm, the need to have something inside of me only somewhat satisfied by the object. i know i'm close as my stomach feels tighter and i grow more and more sensitive, "d-daddy, please.”i whimper.

he looks at me with curiosity, "please what baby?"

i hum, trying my hardest not to come undone right here, "i-i'm so close."

he chuckles, "then come, i never said you couldn't."

i shake my head, "wanna come on y-you." he doesn't react immediately, too focused on the way i look while he controls my pleasure.

he then removes the toy, all of his clothes following after, "how can i say no to that?" i smile and he crawls over me, his finger under my chin to make me look him in the eyes as he enters me, "god you're so much tighter." he says, hardly keeping himself together.

he begins to thrust slowly but i whine, "h-harder please."

he looks taken aback at first, then he grins mischievously, "have i turned you into a slut baby?" he begins pounding into me, lifting my hips up to get a deeper angle inside of me, hitting my g-spot with every thrust causing me to scream out and grab at his bare back, moaning his name in his ear as a token of my approval.

he chuckles darkly in my ear, "you're gonna cum so fast aren't you? go on. cum all over my cock baby, you've earned it."

my orgasm comes crashing hard, my walls tightening repeatedly on him as he hisses, struggling to keep up as he feels himself a lot closer than before. "fuck baby, you're shaking, do i make you feel that good?"

"yes," i answer breathlessly as he fucks me into overstimulation. after a few minutes of him pounding into me i feel him twitch, with little warning he spills out inside of me, continuing to use me to ride out his orgasm.

he pulls out and immediately crashes onto the bed beside me. i lay still, my body feeling numb as it comes down from a mind blowing orgasm. he laughs, "fuck that was good." i smile at his enthusiasm and he continues. "so round two?"

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