Test Dummy - Jjk

Test Dummy - jjk

college gives you the perfect fresh start, far, far away from your brother and any of his cock-blocking friends. or so, you thought.

» genre: fluff! best friends brother 👀 college au, little steamy and mentions of s3x.

» word count: 4.1k

Test Dummy - jjk

We’ve all heard about “forbidden love”. We’ve seen all the movies, read all the books, watched all of the predictable tv shows. I mean, what did you think was going to happen, they weren’t going to get together?

And yet, we continue to eat it up, every time, without fail.

“What is your beef with romance? Would you rather it be easy and straight to the point or do you think writers should end every romance in tragedy?” Mina scoffs and laughs at the foot of the bed as she proof-reads my essay. “I just don’t understand your point, y/n.”

I snatch the laptop away from her, “If you’re going to start making comments before you even finish reading it, I’m not going to let you read it at all!”

She laughs and rolls onto her back on my bed, “Fine, whatever, you probably don’t need anyone else to read it anyway, I’m sure it’s great.”

I nod, “You’re right, I don’t, you asked, remember?”

She grins, “Did I?”

I roll my eyes, “Shoo, leave my house.” Her boyfriend had texted her fifteen minutes ago saying he was on his way from her parents house, “why didn’t you invite your new boyfriend again?” I ask, referring to the cellphone in her hand as she slings her coat on and grabs her purse.

Her brows raise and she thinks about her words before speaking, something I most definitely never do, and she reminds me all the time. “Honestly? I knew your brother and his heathens would be back too, and the last thing I want him around is more testosterone.”

She laughs, having previously mentioned this one is the jealous type (which is apparently, something she’s into) and she was correct in assuming my house would look the same it did in high school, Seokjin and his friends all running around the house, being loud, eating all the food, and bothering any other life-forms in the house.

“Yeah you’re right, this place is still a sausage fest. However, I think today only four of seven losers are here. Not sure though, they’ve been quiet the last hour.”

She nods, “Must be eating.”

I shake my head as well, “Food! Oh god I’m totally gonna go crash their party, I’ll walk you out.”

I bid Mina goodbye and sigh in relief as I close the door. Not that I didn’t enjoy Mina’s presence, we’ve been friends for years and despite going to different schools after graduating, we’ve still kept in touch, but entertaining people for that long, is always taxing on my social battery.

Just as Mina and I make a habit out of reuniting during school breaks and holidays, as does Seokjin and his annoying group of friends.

I stroll around the downstairs area of my family home, parents gone somewhere I’m sure they mentioned but I’m sure I ignored, and no boys to be found. “Must be in his room or something.” I mumble to myself, opening the fridge and bending down to grab a soda.

“Actually we’re in the basement dusting off the pool table, hand me one?” I practically jump out of my skin at the sound of another voice in the room, let alone directly behind me. He grins widely, “Hi, pretty.”

I smack his shoulder and shove a drink in his hand before walking past him, “Don’t you ever scare me like that again, and furthermore,” I lower my voice and turn to face him, now separated by the kitchen bar, “why the hell are you talking to me like that here? That is beyond off-limits!”

He’s still sporting a shit-eating grin, “You were actually being serious about not telling your family?” I widen my eyes and gesture around us, he scoffs, “Y/N, seriously?”

I sigh, “Jungkook, this is just,” I pause, “too weird to deal with right now.”

He circles the table coolly, still leaving a respectable distance between us, “I vividly remember you saying something different a few months ago, probably when we were in my bed, but oh! Maybe it was yours?” He laughs, as if what he was saying was actually funny, “Sorry, after so many times I just get confused.”

I scan the room again, my face dark red and my hair falling from behind my ears as I aggressively point my finger, “We already talked about this and you promised me Jungkook! Now drop it.”

He takes steps closer until his chest is brushing against my finger and I drop my hand in defiance, “I didn’t agree to be your sneaky-link, I want to be your boyfriend.”

“No.” I state simply, turning to leave the room.

Jungkook quickly grabs onto my arm, “Come on Y/N, just rip the bandaid off, and tell them you’re seeing someone! Better yet, he’s right god damn here to support you! Aren’t you exhausted from this constant tug and pull thing you’ve got going on?”

I pull away from him and very theatrically tell him, “NO.” He sighs dramatically and I scoff, “What on earth do I have to tell anyone? Not only are we not together, but you are also Seokjin’s best friend.”

He throws his head back in annoyance, “I don’t understand-”

“And I will be more than glad to talk you through it, after break.” I stop him right there, tired from repeating the same argument over, and over again.

Before leaving for university, the thought of ever being with one of my brothers delinquent friends sounded appalling. I had to listen to their male nonsense my entire life, being dragged around and made fun of and simultaneously, extremely cock-blocked. Not a single date-night, crush, date to dances, anything. If I wanted one, he’d be scrutinized and scared off. It was impossible, and incredibly annoying.

So imagine my delight, leaving for school knowing I had successfully avoided both my brother, and every single one of his associates.

That is until Jungkook transfers his second year, and didn’t tell anyone where-to until it was too late.

Which I figured, whatever. The likely chance we’ll ever cross paths is slim to none, no problem!

Except he latched onto me like an actual parasite. It had taken him long enough to find the overlap in our schedules, my study time coincided with his! Oh and his gym-time too! And he liked getting coffee around the same time as me as well! Oh and he doesn’t like the treadmills at the gym anymore, and would much rather run at the same time as me, on the same path, and at the same pace.

I questioned his motives from the start, and eventually gave up on pushing him away. I could have worse company, I suppose. And compared to the rest of his and Seokjin’s friend’s, I did know him the best, and disliked him the least.

We actually grew close in a short amount of time and I found myself enjoying his company, although I still struggle to admit it. I tried so hard to clear my life of my brother's shadow looming over me but Jungkook never mentioned it. He actually seemed to pick up on my avoidance, and what I was trying to do by going to a big school and one I knew no one else was attending. He was perfect in the sense that I never had to tell Jungkook what I was thinking, he just, knew. He also knew what to do, and just what I needed.

As one should have expected, you can’t just fling yourself into the dating world head-first and expect everything to work out how you imagined it would. I had no experience! No precursor, no context clues, no cues, and absolutely zero clue that the rules and expectations of college-dating was completely different to those you read about.

I was on the third failed date when Jungkook decided it was time to ask, even though I knew he was hesitant.

It was autumn, the leaves turning cool to warm-tones and trees shedding, I remembered the extra crunch during my morning run with Jungkook. He sat against my bed with a textbook in front of him and a notebook in his lap when he looks up at me on my bed, “How did your date go?”

I hum, looking at him questioningly, knowing damn-well I had never mentioned my dating life to Jungkook. “You know, you won’t shrivel up and die if you ask people for help.”

I begrudgingly chuckle at his comment, “I don’t need to ask for help. Men are just stupid and horny.”

He nods, “I don’t deny that, but, perhaps you’re fishing in the wrong pool.”

I sigh, “I’ve fished from different pools! I did the ‘helpful guy in my maths class’ and the ‘cute guy always in the library’ and even dating apps! And one would think if you just wanted to have sex, you would NOT put ‘looking for a relationship’ in your bio, but I suppose some people just aren’t that logically-inclined?”

He grins and leans his head back against my bed, “actual dating isn’t what half of the guys your age are looking for right now. Sorry to say it, but unless flings are what you’re looking for, first-year guys aren’t going to offer more.” He speaks easily, almost tentatively, as if he was breaking hard news to me. “At least, not this early in the year. But I get your enthusiasm, it’s not like you got out much in school.”

I raise my eyebrows to that, “That’s for damn sure.” We both chuckle, and I sigh annoyed, “It’s just upsetting, like everyone is at a completely different place in their lives than me, I mean, fuck I’ve never so much as made out with someone!” I laugh and he hesitantly laughs after me, looking at me with an expression I couldn’t register at the time, but I continued, because he was listening, and for once I felt comfortable enough to tell someone other than Mina, and I needed that. She wasn’t here anymore, and doing things on my own wasn’t working. “I just, feel so detached and angry.”

He nods, leaving a few moments of silence to ensure I was done before speaking, “I mean, if it bothers you that much and you think it’d help, I will certainly volunteer to be your test dummy.”

I smile before his words really sink in and I look down to him with brows furrowed, he’s grinning with a pained expression, “what do you mean by that Jungkook?”

His eyes widen and he raises his hands in surrender, “I-I strictly mean it in a if-it-would-help sense, just, trying to offer solutions! Sorry, that was weird and wrong.”

He slouches back down and buries himself in his work, and it’s not spoken of again.

Two weeks later, and my morning runs with Jungkook have become a given, and as the leaves turn redder and begin to brown and fall off, I find his presence more and more comforting. I’m not sure exactly when the lines blurred. I wish I could say I was on something. I wasn’t sober, I was lonely, I was just being stupid. But none of it was true. Well, that last bit is partly true, I was stupid, for not seeing what was going on until it was right in front of me.

“Why not you?” I speak aloud, almost as if my thoughts had slipped past the gates in my brain and right out of my mouth.

It catches Jungkook off-guard, my out of context bambling. He was just stretching against a nearby tree after our run, and asked me what coffee shop I was in the mood for. “Why not me, what?”

I stare at him, mouth agape, and I’m sure it takes me much longer than it should have to conjure up a response. I ran through my options, lie, surely. It’s not supposed to go like this.

Or, just tell him. Jungkook had been a more than good friend to me up until then, why not? “Why not you?” I repeat. He doesn’t speak, leaving me to fill in more of the blanks. I catch my breath finally, “You, Jungkook.” I say, he nods, slowly, almost like he was worried or scared. “Why not go on a date, with you?”

He stares at me. Emotionless. He doesn’t react. He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t so much as move the stray hair falling into his eyes from underneath his hoodie. I laugh, “Nevermind, that was stupid of me.”

He stills, before shaking out of it then shaking his head profusely, “No no no no, not stupid.” I raise my brows and he looks me in the eyes, “I mean, are you being serious?”

I nod slowly, “Well, yeah, it makes perfect sense, and you even brought it up, a while ago.”

He hums, “Yeah, I’m sure I did, but, when?”

He asks for a reminder, “When you told me you volunteered to be my ‘test dummy’ for relationships. So why not, show me what it’s like.”

Something told me his reaction was disingenuous, “Oh, yeah, sure.”

He smiled anyway, picking up his bag and water, “Well, in that case, let our first date be a coffee date, on me.” He animatedly looped his arm around mine and walked away from our running trail and towards the nearby shop.

Jungkook was, as expected, a perfect gentleman. And I thought, that was what he was supposed to be. We were doing this whole thing so I could get some experience under my belt with less hassle and pressure, it was perfect.

There was always something, though. A little voice screaming at me that something is wrong and needed to be addressed. But neither of us did. Not when he walked me to my ‘doorstep’ (the front of my building) on our third date and told me, “this is when any good man would likely try to kiss you.” He looked at me, I looked at him and nodded, “the third date?” He nodded, “Yep, of course, only if you’re showing signs you’re interested, and even better if he explicitly asks.”

I nod and smile up at him, both of our hands shoved into our pockets, the wind making the nighttime much chillier. He bites at his bottom lip and shifts his weight from his toes, to his heels, and back and forth, until I say, “so, are you going to ask?”

This stops him, “ask… what?”

I laugh, thinking how stupid of a question, “To kiss me?”

His eyes widen, and then he leans back, shaking his head with a grin, “No no, this isn’t-”

“What, did I do something wrong?”

He quickly shakes his head, “No, nothing, you’re perfect.”

I ignore the way my cheeks flush despite the cold, “Okay then.” I lead on, he looks at his feet. He never tried to leave, he never told me goodnight, offered to kiss me on the cheek, he just did, nothing.

And I simply wasn’t having that.

I leaned up on my toes and pulled my warm hands from my pockets and placed them tentatively on his face, and I kissed him.

It was quick, I had kissed someone before, albeit years ago, and I was not confident at all in my skills. But I was confident in myself. I knew he wanted to kiss me but didn’t think it was right.

I bid him goodbye that night, and life went on just as it always did. From that line crossed, every line there on after became more and more blurred. When exactly “trial dating” became real dating, I’m unsure.

It gave me a perfect excuse as to why I was spending so much time with Jungkook, and why I was enjoying it, until I tried wine for the first time. We both had a decent amount, and I had sex for the first time.

That, still, is one of my largest regrets. I mostly wish we could go back, and do it differently. Or had at least weighed the outcomes of putting me, the guy I liked, and a bottle of wine and zero reference of a tolerance in a romantically-set up room.

From then on, Jungkook and I have argued over what we are, what to do, what we were doing, at all. I had made a bubble. A perfectly constructed, safe space. No one holding me back, judging me, or shadows looming. I was comfortable in my bubble.

That was until break came, and my bubble literally, popped.

I told Jungkook, (I’ll admit, rather coldly) that from the moment we were back in our hometown, none of this had ever happened. “If they ask, we kept up with each other on campus as friends, but that was it.”

He did not take well to this, but what was I supposed to do? Re-introduce one of my brother's closest friends as “my friend I go on dates with and kiss and sleep with every so often but he’s not really my boyfriend I don’t know we haven’t figured it out yet.” ???? Absolutely not. It is too complicated, too fast, too much for my brain to deal with all at once. It is bad enough returning home, and even worse knowing my problems were following me and harassing me in my own kitchen.

Jungkook sighs, having relented, “I don’t know what else to do, y/n.”

I pause for a moment, then shrug, “I’ve told you, i-it’s a hard situation. And any normal guy in your position would most definitely not be invited to my home during holiday, let alone bonding with my entire family and even join us for freaking christmas dinner if he wanted.”

His eyes look past me before nodding solemnly, “I get that, really, I-I’ve kept my distance! I’ve done what you asked, but you’re not even meeting me halfway.”

I put my hands out in front of him, “There is no half-way Jungkook.” I look to the basement door when I hear a voice and the steps creaking, “As of right now, there is nothing to talk about.”

He opens his mouth to complain and I loudly hush him, “Ah! Stop talking.”

He tries speaking again, no doubt further complaints about how unfair I’m being, and thankfully he notices Seokjin seconds before he slings his arm around him with a grin, “Wondered what was taking you so long to grab my coke.”

He laughs it off and Seokjin crosses the kitchen to grab a drink from the fridge, and I turn to leave before he calls out to me, “Yeah?”

“There’s still pizza down there, and we found the missing 4 striped ball.” He points at the basement door with the drink in his hand and chuckles, “Which if I remember correctly, you lost when you practically threw it at me.”

I roll my eyes, “I did not throw it at you, you hid it from me so I couldn’t win, I was beating you so bad you had to cheat.”

He chortles, “Yeah, that may be, but I’m nowhere near the best player anymore, you could easily win even if I cheated.”

I nod, “Yeah I’m sure-”

“Actually, Jungkook beat me twice and Taehyung forfeited, that's why we sent him up here, so we could have our own losers match.” He makes himself laugh even harder, walking back over to Jungkook, “We’re gonna go play mario kart in my old bedroom, you can join us or see if y/n is still the best at pool.” He speaks to Jungkook, but looks at me.

I shake my head, “It’s not that deep-”

“Of course! We have to.” Jungkook says quickly. I narrow my eyes towards him and he grins cockily, “unless you know you’ll already lose.”

I roll my eyes, “Comedic, you’ve always been a sore loser, I refuse for the sake of your ego.”

He scoffs, “Nope. Liar. You know you’re no good anymore and you’ll lose.”

I shake my head, “You’ll say anything to get me to play.”

He leans against the table, “Just one round. And I’ll even offer best of three, when you lose.” He grins cockily and I mock him.

“Whatever. ONE round, that’s it.”

Seokjin claps, “Perfect! Winner can run their victory lap around the house and boasting rights until next year, and loser pays our dinner later.” He pats our backs excitedly before jogging up to his room, Taehyung not far behind him.

Jungkook and I enter the basement, setting up the game and talking shit, as one does. “Who’s breaking?”

He smiles, holding his chosen pool cue, “Ladies first.”

I nod, “Such a gentleman.”

He laughs, “Yeah, that’s what got me into your pants.”

I mess up my shot and berate him. “I have half the mind to come over there and use this forcefully.” I lift up my pool cue and he pretends to be scared.

“Oh no! Please don’t!” I walk over to him, slap his chest and I only get one good (albeit, wimpy, compared to his strength) hit in before he grabs both of my hands and backs me into the pool table. He leans into me, our bodies touching leaving absolutely no room, and he kisses me.

I’m able to forget my surroundings and lose all rationality when he kisses me. He licks at my lips and I let his tongue slide past, soon enough his hands drop the cue, mine long forgotten as his hands slide down my body and he lifts me onto the table.

My hands are split, one tangling his hair and the other feeling his chest. He continues to kiss me fervently, hungrily, like he was touch-starved and in dire need of attention. He pulls me close and rubs against me, showing me how bad he wants me and it takes all the strength I have left to pull away, calling out to him. He ignores me the first time, kissing me in response to his name. I pull away again, “Jungkook.” he hums, busying himself with kissing and biting my neck, “Jungkook, w-we can’t.”

My pleas fall on deaf ears. “Jungkook, please,” my hands tug on his arms that are wrapped around me, “not here.”

He buries his face in my neck and leans into me with an annoyed groan. I let him rest like that for a while, waiting until he lifted his head and looked at me. “I don’t actually want to play pool.”

I chuckle, “Me neither.”

He takes a deep breath and nods, “Okay so let's use this table for a much better purpose.” He leans back into kiss me and I turn away, laughing at his desperate attempt.

“Jungkook, it’s bad enough, what we’re doing, let alone to do it in my house, where Seokjin is literally in, right now.”

He whines, “I don’t care! I will go up there right now and tell him-”

“Tell him what?!” Jungkook stops in his tracks. “Tell him what, Jungkook?” He doesn’t respond. “Exactly. We don’t have a label. I’m not ready to figure this out yet, there’s nothing to tell them now.”

His gaze softens and he steps towards me, his hands resting on my thighs as he draws circles on them, “But we’ll tell them eventually? It won’t be like this, much longer?”

I sigh, scratching his head and looking him in the eyes, “if we become official, if we really work out, then yes, of course. We’ll tell them.”

He kisses me again, barely parting our lips, “Okay, I’ll stop.”

I kiss him back and laugh, “Really? That’s all it took?” He furrows his brows. “Jungkook, I’ve been saying that since the beginning. Albeit, quite meaner.”

He nods, “You were being a megabitch, but I really like you so I didn’t mind.” He presses our noses together and smiles. I push his chest offendedly and he doesn’t move an inch, “You were stressed, worried, and confused, I don’t blame you. I should've been more sympathetic.” I kiss him again and thank him, followed by my own apology for mistreating him. “But there is still something different this time.”

I hum, “Yeah? What.”

He grins, “You acknowledged us being together.”

I roll my eyes, knowing I couldn’t hide the way my cheeks heat while trapped in his arms, “Whatever, stop talking.”

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Unstoppable force (the hopeless romantic in me) vs immovable object (my raging cynicism)

bts as boyfriends! <3

Namjoon

attracted to your intelligence & creativity

loves late night deep talks

gets shy/nervous easily

wants affection, struggles to admit it

recommends his favorite books

sightseeing, nature, museum dates, wants to explore, learn, & grow with you<3

Seokjin

yeah he's gorgeous but wins you over with his humour, makes you feel forever young. (get it, haha)

best friends with your siblings & parents.

cooks with u !!

loves it when you play video games with him.

dinner dates uwu

gets red easily (doesn't take much).

would be your personal photographer

Yoongi

shy baby! crushed on you for a long time before pursuing you.

very respectful, shows affection in little ways.

love language is probably gift giving & acts of service.

coffee dates, stargazing, just talking and enjoying each other's presence <3

so incredibly easy to love

encourages you to pursue your dreams.

Hoseok

shy in the beginning, quiet but quirky.

extremely supportive of everything you do.

would want to buy you things n dress you like a doll (would def do the matching outfits thing)

movie nights, dancing in the living room, karaoke at the bar.

would smile into the kiss

extremely passionate and committed

Jimin

wasted no time pursuing you.

especially sweet to you, but would still make fun of you.

loves to cuddle, play wrestling, nice dinners, showing you off 💅

every single love language to ever exist embodied in one human.

clingy. cmon now.

loves unconditionally and wholeheartedly

Taehyung

TOUCHY. cant get enough. doesn't matter how or where. especially clingy in the mornings.

quality time and physical affection.

wants to travel the world with you.

dinner dates, karaoke (singing while cooking with you 😫) shopping trips, mingling at clubs.

110% spoils you.

would giggle while kissing you.

Jungkook

everyone knew he liked you because he shares his food with you.

wants to play video games with you (preferably in his lap) just to see you pout when you lose (bc he would NOT let you win)

child-like type of love, food fights in the kitchen, bumping into each other purposefully, playful bickering, little kisses

sings to you and begs you to join him.

movie dates with comfy clothes + fluffy blankets, loves to be little spoon too 😡

so so so incredibly proud of you and reminds you constantly. your #1 fan 4 life.

words of affirmation !

fun fact: this is a revamp of the first ever bts imagine/drabble i wrote 🥺. feel free to add on 🕺 id love to hear what y'all think <3 and as always wishing everyone who sees this a very very fantastic day! - ara :)

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Drinking Games - jjk

"you wanna kiss me soooo bad."

» genre: angst, fluff, slight crack

» word count: 1.6k

Drinking Games - jjk

"truth or dare is so lame! play a drinking game, or something." jimin yells entering the master bedroom. the rest of the group settles around the floor and on the bed, lounging around as we all decided to take our little group upstairs to play some games, except no one can agree what to play. "some of us have to be sober enough to drive out of here." eunmi rolled her eyes.

i grinned and nodded along, "some of us simply just don't want to drink that much." i added, leaning into eunmi as she smiled at me.

"or you're just a lightweight who's afraid she'll embarrass herself if she gets drunk." jungkook says coldly with a chuckle from the other side of the room, taking a long sip of the beer in his hand. i stare at him with unamused eyes, before downing the rest of my solo cup and throwing it at him.

"worry about yourself asshat, or do you just flirt like a twelve year old?" eunmi and i crack up at my joke as jungkook gives a raging glare, "don't be so mad jungkookie! not everyone has the confidence to flirt like a normal person-"

"god shut up! the sexual tension in this room is suffocating.” taehyung interrupts, no longer amused. "you hate each other, we get it. how about we play seven minutes in heaven. with this big ass master closet.” he swings the doors open on the master closet, and he was right, it was practically the size of another bedroom. “with one rule." he stops talking and waits for the complaints, but no one objects. "only rule? don't be boring."

everyone nods and sits in the circle, grabbing an empty bottle and placing in the middle, "since jungkook started an argument with y/n, i say he gets to go first."

“great idea!” i raise my new cup to that and jungkook cries.

"what? fuck you that's not-"

"do it pussy." jimin giggles at his friends misfortune. jungkook lets out an angry sigh and spins the bottle hard, leaning back and watching it spin around, "wait what happens if it lands on a guy?"

jimin ticks his head, "re-spin if you're straight." they give awkward looks to each other before the bottle stops, sealing his fate and my doom.

taehyung claps his hands together, "perfect! jungkook and y/n! up and out of here."

"can i count as a dude? re-spin-"

"no, up! you agreed to play." taehyung grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet then towards the closet door.

"you kinda look like a dude, if that makes you feel better." jungkook says before shutting the closet door behind him. i roll my eyes and lean against the wall, looking up at him giving me a weird look.

"what?" i cross my arms.

he chuckles, "nothing. you're just short."

i scrunch my nose and lean towards him, “tall enough to do this.” i flick his forehead and he catches my wrist with a scowl.

"bad girl y/n." i pull my arm away from him and lean back into my corner. "you know, what you said in there actually got me thinking."

i laugh, “you have thoughts? i always thought of your head like a void.”

he drops his eyes as if silently saying seriously? before actually speaking, “you’re actually onto something. you know when i first met you i was speechless. you just thought i was shy, but i really didn't know how to talk to you.”

“speaking to me like a normal human wasn't an option?” i question, skeptical of his story.

“i-it just wasn't that easy! id never been like that before, where i just overthought everything i wanted to say so i couldn't say anything to you.”

i shrug, “i just figured you didn't like me.”

he scratches the back of his neck, “yeah well, now you know that wasn't the case. i-i actually really liked you, and then you made that mean joke about me not being able to talk to women, and i'll be honest, it hurt, since i liked you, so i made a hurtful joke back-”

“yeah the one about me trying to get with a guy who was clearly gay? remember it vividly jeon.”

“anyway, in some contorted way, that became the only comfortable way to talk to you." he takes a step towards me, leaving no room for me to move, “so i know this game is meant for two people to make out or even worse, but maybe you'll take this instead.”

his hand gently grips my chin and he leans down but i quickly push his chest, "you’re off limits jeon, and you've been drinking.” i sigh and he steps back, offended and dejected. “how much longer do we have in here?"

his face turns into one of amusement, “about five, bet i could make you beg for me in four.” he says sleazily, stepping back towards me.

i laugh, and stick my hand out but he holds his ground, leaving my hand against his chest, "away you perv. unless you're going to give a genuine confession or happen to be extremely attractive, i don't put out." i grin.

"i'm not hot to you?!" he practically shouts, giggles erupting from the other side of the door.

i shush him and place a hand on his shoulder, "jungkook, you're embarrassing yourself."

"no y/n you are!” he's a little quieter this time in his declaration, the alcohol clearly showing by now. “i just told you i'm not good with words around you, a-and that i really liked you when i met you and that you were the one that started this annoying bickering and you won't even take me seriously!”

“what do you want me to say? that i'm sorry for making a joke that you chose to keep up with for two years?” i scoff, “takes two to tango, jungkook.”

he groans in annoyance, “god you really are a piece of work. yes! i want an apology. i’m sorry for not being honest earlier and for any harm i caused you.”

i can't decipher his actions tonight, other than the simple solution that liquid courage is the reason he decided to be so honest. i exhale, “i’m sorry too, for making that joke and hurting your feelings. i didnt know how you felt back then, and if i did i wouldn't have said that.”

he nods and thanks me, leaving us to spend the last four minutes in silence until i laugh.

his brows furrow, “what's funny?”

i cover my grin with my hand and shake my head, “nothing, just, remembering back then.” he stares at me, silently encouraging me to continue, “i was wondering why i’d say that to you, and i remember thinking how cute you were when i first met you, and it sucked that you didn't talk to me, so i said that. so if anything, we both wronged each other from the start.”

instead of the actual point of my story, jungkook latches onto this, eyes beaming, “you liked me?!” he says, receiving no answer, “you thought i was cute…”

i roll my eyes, “that's what you got out of that-”

“do you still think i’m cute?” he excitedly asks, staring at me intently.

“i-i would rather not say.”

he scowls at first then smirks, “that means you do.” he lifts his chin in the air, “it's ok y/n, most women can't resist my charm, i wouldn't expect you to be any different.”

i shake my head, fighting a laugh, “whatever, and you don’t still have a thing for me?”

he puffs his chest and crosses his arms, “of course not, it's been two years.”

i nod sarcastically, “hm, okay, so that's why you tried to kiss me earlier?”

he scoffs, “you must be confused, i don't recall.”

“mm okay okay, so if i do this,” i close the gap between us, positioning myself directly in front of him and draping my arms around his neck lazily, one of my hands slowly pulling his head down, “you won't kiss me?”

he blanks for a moment before grinning, “tempting offer.”

i laugh, “you're staring at my lips.”

his eyes shoot up to mine, “only because i’m expecting you to give in, since you wanna kiss me so bad.”

i scoff, “i would have already if i wanted to.”

his eyes glaze back down to my lips and he stares, shaking his head, “god you're fucking annoying.”

i open my mouth to yell at him but he presses his lips against mine before i hey the chance to protest.

the kiss is surprisingly good, feverish but soft, and he pulls away first, looking at me cautiously before he grins, “see? you did wanna kiss me so bad.”

i scoff, “you literally kissed me!”

he mocks my exact words in response and i cut him off, pulling him back in and crashing my lips against his, rough enough to effectively push him against the wall closely behind him.

this time he doesn't hold back, licking at my lips and taking my invitation in when i part them, his hands grabbing at my waist as mine become entangled in his hair.

we stay pressed against each other just like that until loud and constant bangs come from the door, “time is up! get out losers.”

we pull away and stare at each other breathlessly, until i make the first move of backing up and wiping my out, “might wanna fix your hair.” is all i tell him before walking out.

taehyung examines us with surprise, "you didn't tear each others eyes out?" he laughs,

"his cheeks are red as hell." jimin points out.

jungkook wines and hold his face, "it's the liquor."

taehyung scoffs, "if the liquor's name is y/n then i'd believe you."

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phew very old story, hope u enjoyed! have a great day! - ara <3

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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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thank you so much for reading! i've been sitting on an angst fic that created a hole in my heart after writing it so thag should be up soon ... as always hope u have a beautiful day!

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