PIERCED ; Jeongguk

PIERCED ; jeongguk

pairing: piercer!jeongguk x reader

synopsis: “Can you get them hard for me please?”

genre: smut

warnings: boob play

word count: idk

author’s note: hey loves… i haven’t been active but i promise that after exams i’ll start writting and posting!!

“Alright Y/N are you sure you want them done?” Your piercer Jeongguk pointed at the nipple piercings sitting in his gloved palm. “Yes Jeon, I already told you like a thousand times.” You sighed impatiently sitting in front of him.

“Fine pretty, then let’s get you ready hm?” He smiled and started disinfecting his tools. After a few minutes, he turned to you. “Could you take off your top for me? Bra too.”

You nervously bit your lip before doing so. Anxiety was crawling up your back because the fact that you were sitting topless in front of Jeongguk made you feel a lot of emotion and feelings. He must've sensed how tense you were and gently rubbed your shoulder. “Don’t be shy okay? I’ll be nice don’t worry” He smiled softly.

His words seemed to have some effect on you because you felt a comfortable wash of warmth through you. “Can you get them hard for me please?”

“W-What?” Your warmth was gone and you were back to your anxious self. “Your nipples Y/N. They need to be hard to be pierced.” He chuckled when he saw your shocked expression.

“O-Oh yeah, sure.” You smiled and brought your hands to your boobs, gently massaging them and then pinching your nipples every once and then. But it seems like it wasn’t working. Even though the room was cold your nipples wouldn’t get hard by any chance.

“Want my help?” Jeongguk offered looking at you as if he asked you to help him with cleaning the studio. “Jeongguk..” You whispered.

“What? I’ll just get them hard that’s it” He shrugged patiently waiting for your answer. After a good minute of having an inside fight with your brain, you agreed to his offer.

“Alright pretty tell me when it’s too much okay?” He teased, bringing his palms to your chest and playing with your boobs.

His hand felt so much different from yours, they were a lot bigger and quite rougher. Suddenly you felt a small pinch.

“Oh!”

Oh.

Please god, please tell me he didn’t hear m-

“Seems like you're enjoying this huh?” He chuckled and continued playing with you. Not making a big deal of it.

Well, it's a normal reaction to touch, especially if a super hot guy’s doing it.

You noticed he brought his face closer to your chest, looking up at you as if he wanted permission. So you just waited for him to do what he had in mind.

First, his nose touched your right boob smelling your sweet scent while his other hand played with your left one. Then his lips continued the action.

He started kissing your boob and then went to your nipple, sucking and biting it gently. You threw your head back and moaned in pleasure. He just smirked up at you and went to your other boob. Doing the same thing.

The actions seem to work, your nipples are finally getting hard. You wanted to let him know but he had other things in mind. His head went lover kissing your tummy, and navel and then coming to the zipper of your pants. He put it between his teeth and dragged it down, you were too lost in lust that you didn’t even hear the knocking on the door.

“Yo Jeon! How much longer till you're done? You've got another customer waiting here!” His colleague Hoseok shouted from behind the door. “Looks like we gotta get to work pretty.” He winked before shouting back to Hoseok. “Just a few minutes! Tell her to wait!”

Jeongguk was gentle when he did the piercings, making sure to comfort you with his sweet words and letting you clutch his shirt while he pierced through the sensitive skin.

“Alright cutie you're all done. Don't forget to send me updates if something seems off to you okay? Or you can come here so I can see what’s going on.” He smirked.

When you look at yourself in the mirror a hot flush went through you, your cheeks were burning red and your skin was all sweaty.

Looks like you gotta update Jeongguk sooner than you thought.

© 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 2023. All rights reserved.

hey now that the requests are open i would like to ask you for a part 2 of fighting heart ???!!!!! Maybe her family dealing with the relationship, lots of jk being whipped for y/n of course, him being happy for once???? (hes been through a lot). I was thinking maybe a scene with y/n being jealous since he is a boxer and theres a lot of girls into him (??) and some smut plss. (never made a request before so i hope this is okay)

idk if you wanted fluff but it’s what fighting heart!jk deserves 😤

fighting heart | jeon jungkook

REQUESTS OPEN

warnings: 1.4K words. fluff. just fluff.

also no smut, but I do have other FH!JK requests with smut so don’t you worry

Jungkook had never worn such an expensive suit in his life. It was more than three times his rent and just being in it made him feel like he was betraying his family. The money used for the suit should’ve gone toward paying off their debt, but it didn’t. He was actually happy it didn’t, he can’t remember the last time anything was done for him. It definitely wasn’t before you came into his life.

You’re the one who got him this suit anyway, it was a present for his first mini press conference. At first he rejected it, he’s still waiting for the day he can do things for you instead of the other way around but soon he’ll get there. He’s already gotten so many calls for agencies but he’s sticking to his roots. He’s keeping Jin around, and his usual team of rough housers. He’s even brought Hoseok along in his journey as his trainer and he couldn’t be happier and nervous at the same time.

He was on stage, a few reporters in front of him and camera flashes highlighting the bruise on his eye. He’s still getting some good hits but his defense has definitely improved since he started training correctly. He squinted with the brightness of the light but he tried to speak through a shaky voice, “You know, I’m grateful for everyone here tonight and honestly, I wouldn’t even be up here if it wasn’t for my beautiful girlfriend, Y/n L/n.”

An eruption of cheers echoed through the walls of the banquet hall as Jungkook then pointed his hand to the person next to you, “And of course, Mr. L/n for providing me with this opportunity to grow as a fighter—“ more cheers “—and for creating the person I love.” Some laughter at that.

Everyone was loud in the way they cheered but it wasn’t a surprise. The press conference was being held at one of the many L/n hotels. This is technically the first time Jungkook has met your father and he’s praying that his win tonight was enough to impress the man to approve of your relationship. By the time the questions came to an end, he was immediately bombarded by spectators who watched the fight.

You stood back letting him get some limelight as your father was next to you and Jin on the other side. You looked up at him nervously, he’s let you organize this event but he’s yet to tell you how he really feels about your boyfriend. He took a stride toward Jungkook who was surrounded by new fans waiting for his autograph—something he never experienced before—but with his growing presence in the media and industry, he’s becoming popular quick.

Jungkook looked up nervously, “Sir—“

“You did good tonight Jungkook,” your father said sternly, “You’ve brought in a lot of press for the hotel and I’ve gotten offers to sponsor more fighters. You also seem to be treating my only daughter well… You aren’t the type I expected Y/n to want to be with.”

Jungkook’s heart was racing listening to the man continue. “But, I can see that you value her and appreciate everything she’s helped you with.”

“Dad…” “I do sir,” Jungkook admitted before you could tell your dad to cut things short, “I love Y/n with my everything.” You smiled shyly as he said that. Your dad seemed pleased, “I’m looking forward to sponsoring you in the future, Jungkook, and you’re welcome to join us on our trip to New York next month, we’ll schedule a visit to Madison Square Garden.”

Jungkook’s jaw dropped at the prospect, eyes shifting to yours as you gave him a proud smile. Your dad turned toward Jin, “Come on, let’s work to write up a contract for upcoming fights.” Jin nodded, giving a thumbs up to Jungkook and following after him. Jin was going to be his main manager and with his law degree help, he’ll be able to find him all the right resources he needs.

You went to join Jungkook, finally, when you were cut off by a group of girls who flocked around him like pigeons. They were in his face telling him how good he was, how hot he was, if he could sign an autograph. Jungkook looked overwhelmed, struggling to speak and you just watched.

“Wow, you’re so fit, you handled your opponent so well.”

“If you need someone to take care of all your wounds, I’ll give you my number, feel free to call me at any time.”

“Do you sign autographs? Can I get your signature?”

It was unbelievable, truly. These women must have completely tuned out the part where Jungkook mentioned you in the conference, or even now that he had talked to your father. They turned a blind eye to you, throwing themselves at Jungkook and you weren’t having it.

Without thinking, you pushed through the crowd of at least six women and joined him. Immediately he wrapped an arm around your waist noticing the cute furrow in your brows and pout on your lips. He visibly frowned, eyes softening and that little sparkle appearing in his irises, “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I’m going to have to share you now with all your new fans,” you said in a whiny voice that only someone spoiled would use. He looked at the girls around him who had stepped back but were still clearly hovering. He pulled you into his chest, “Awe baby, I’m only ever going to be yours, fans or no fans.” He whispered as he tilted your chin up to plant an extremely soft kiss on your lips.

You smiled, eyes closing for a second as he did it again, and then another one. He kissed your cheek making you smile, then your other cheek. He pressed a kiss to your nose, and forehead, speeding up his pace as he bombarded your face and neck with little pecks of a kiss. You couldn’t help but laugh, fighting him off but he only hugged you tighter, “Jungkook,” you whined when you heard the clicking of cameras again, all aimed toward the two of you.

He smiled, finally stopping but holding you close. You just smiled, “My dad likes you, and now I’m so excited for you to stay at my apartment in New York!”

“Yours?” He asked, making you nod, he looked back to where your father had just walked off to me, “Does he really like me? I wanted to impress him so badly but I was so nervous up there. You know I’ve never been in a situation like that.”

“Yes, he liked you, silly,” you said, fixing his suit, “Plus you looked so handsome up there nobody even noticed you were nervous.” He smiled, feeling his heart swell with warmth and shyness as he dug his face into your hair. A huge, scary, fighter like Jungkook, shy when you compliment him.

“Oh and I’d like to say, welcome,” his brows furrowed in confusion as you smirked, “To the Nepo life. My dad’s going to work all his connections to get your career up there.”

“Baby, I don’t want you or him to feel like I’m usi—“ “I know! But you’re a good fighter, all you need is the good connections, everything else you’re doing on your own. You’re the one stepping into the ring, you’re the one at the press conferences, you’re the one in the media. Everything is you, since the beginning. Since Jin saw the potential in you, not of what he could make you.”

Jungkook listened to your words of affirmation, always feeling like enough whenever you talked to him. He smiled softly as you leaned forward to press a kiss against his cheek. It was wet, traveling toward his ear as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

You nipped at his earlobe, “And you’re free to use me… however you want, especially if my clothes are off.”

He visibly shuddered, looking around nervously to see if anyone can see what you’re doing to him. The only person he saw staring was Hoseok, who flashed him a thumbs up and some facial expressions that told Jungkook the guy knew what was happening between you too.

He took your hand, “Let’s go, I want my real prize for winning tonight.”

“Your real prize?” You asked, following after him, little kitten heels clacking with each step on the marble floor. He nodded, giddy as he said, “You.”

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Tangsuyuk Love

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: College student Jungkook passes cute notes with a customer who always orders take-out tangsuyuk at his part-time job. Meanwhile he’s trying not to miserably fail his Math class, while hiding his ever-growing crush on you.

Genre: college au, f2l, fluff, smut, one shot, did I mention FLUFF?

Warnings: mild swearing, sexual content, hold your heart palpitations!

Word Count: 11.5k

A/N: I wanted to write something light and sweet before I continued with Good Riddance. It will be easy, she said. It will be fun, she said. It will be quick, she said. Ha. haha. ha. ha. Ignore my pain. Enjoy!

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it’s me. not him. | jeon jungkook

summary: things get complicated when two people are in an unlabeled relationship. they only get further complicated when the friend of the man you’ve been messing around with wants you for himself. what makes matters worse is that you want him too.

➣ strangers to lovers

➣ 10.7k words

warnings: smüt. pseudo cheating. soft angst. mature relationships. yoongi x y/n in the beginning. jk is yoongi’s friend. drinking. jk is kinda an asshole. y/n is kinda an asshole. jk is seeing someone. secret sèx. protection. missionary. y/n has a tattoo. make out. grinding. heavy petting.

song inspo: jessie’s girl — rick springfield. heartless — kanye west [but we don’t stan] FYTB — brent faiyaz

“So why isn’t Hobi coming again?”

Even if he was the one to ask the question, he wasn’t fully listening. His attention was on the screen before him watching as his player beat the hell out of Jimin’s. His fingers worked rapidly against the controller as it vibrated with every few gifs. His mouth was parted and sparkly eyes focused only on the video game but he was waiting for his question to be answered.

“No clue,” Namjoon answered while watching the game they played while holding a drink, “He probably just doesn’t want to drive.”

“Is Yoongi still coming?” Jimin asked before cursing under his breath at the realization that he was going to close. Namjoon shook his head no but neither one of them were looking at him.

“I think so,” Namjoon told them watching as Jungkook delivered the final blow to Jimin’s player before their time ran out and he was declared winner. Jimin groaned in frustration slumping back into the couch as he let the controller fall onto the cushion.

Jungkook was laughing watching his friend throw a tantrum, completely unaware of the front door opening just slightly. It wasn’t until Namjoon waved a hand in that direction saying, “Hey.”

“Hey,” Yoongi responded back distracted by whatever was behind him and finally you came into view. Jungkook couldn’t see you well enough, he couldn’t make out the quiet conversation you were having with Yoongi as Hoseok came out from around you two with a bright smile.

“I thought you weren’t coming,” Jungkook turned his attention to him ignoring the sight of Yoongi taking you to the kitchen for a drink. Hoseok was greeting them all with some handshake as he hopped over legs to a seat, “Yoongi offered to drive.”

He looked back over to the pair in the kitchen still unable to see your face clearly but he could tell you were laughing together about something. Jimin reached out to poke Hoseok’s leg, head shaking in the direction of the kitchen as he said, “Who’s that?”

Hoseok looked at him with furrowed brows trying to understand the question before it dawned on him as he looked to the kitchen. The corner of his lips turned upward as he leaned closer to the other three as if sharing a secret, “That’s Y/n.”

Jungkook blinked a few times waiting for the guy to go on but he didn’t, so he found himself asking, “Since when did he start seeing someone?”

“They’re just messing around,” Hoseok said waving off the idea of Yoongi in a relationship with someone at the moment.

Shortly after the topic had been dropped, the noise from the kitchen flowed toward the living room where the others were and Jungkook couldn’t help but look. Blame it on curiosity but he wanted to see what you looked like. He pretended to debate between different plasters on the screen but he let his eyes follow your direction as you sat down on the loveseat with Yoongi.

“This is Y/n,” Yoongi said casually as you looked at them all with a small smile. Your eyes met Jungkook’s for a little longer, instantly drawn into his looks. He had this dark aura that surrounded him while also having an innocent look in his eyes that probably didn’t mean anything. The only reason why he looked away is to focus on the game as Namjoon introduced himself to you first.

Jimin did a small introduction and when it was his turn he barely glanced back at you as he mumbled, “Jungkook.”

“You really went to pick up Hobi since his lazy ass didn’t want to drive?” Jimin asked Yoongi as he took the controller back in his hands ready for a new match. Jungkook was barely focused on the game now. You were attractive, very attractive to him and he was fighting hard not to check you out.

It was to the point where he felt like smiling for feeling ridiculous. It was such a minor inconvenience that he found the girl his friend’s messing with to be attractive. He ran a hand through his long shaggy hair brushing it back and off his glasses as he leaned forward to get closer to the television from where he was sitting.

“He lives near Y/n and I was already going that way to pick her up,” Yoongi said with a shrug as he watched something play on your phone with you.

“Yeah, they’re going out later, we should go,” Hoseok cut in, drawing Jungkook’s attention back that way. It was a Saturday night and the group was just lounging around playing video games like a bunch of losers as Hoseok will soon say.

“It’s better than playing Mortal Kombat and drinking beer all night like a bunch of virgins,” Hoseok chose to say instead.

Jungkook ignored his comment just due to the fact that it was painfully obvious that he’s not a virgin. The man is hot.

He didn’t even have to say anything when Yoongi was cutting in, “First of all who invited you to be inviting other people?”

Hoseok just grinned as he nudged your head, “Y/n’s cool with it, right? It’s a Saturday, why not go out as a group?”

“Alright but I don’t want it to be a group thing,” Yoongi began to argue as he faded into the background. Jimin looked at you offering the controller, “Do you play?”

You looked at the flatscreen, “What game?”

Jungkook was just in the middle of switching to a new one when you asked already taking the controller from Jimin. “Dead by Daylight.”

Yoongi and Hoseok were still complaining about something and you were bored so why not? Plus, the guy with the tattoos was the other one playing.

You swear you don’t have any bad intentions but this guy was so fucking hot. Yoongi was attractive, that’s very clear and you wouldn’t be hanging out with him if he wasn’t but this guy…

He was just your ideal type.

Jungkook couldn’t help but smile a bit as you chose Meg Thomas as your survivor, “You’ve played before?”

He’s not necessarily impressed because a lot of people game but it did make you even more intriguing.

You were good too. You played well and Jungkook actually enjoyed playing with you for the round you did together. There was light teasing here and there about some missed opportunity of getting blood points or too slow of a reaction time but he liked it. He liked it so much in fact that he found himself openly sizing you up from the way your leg was crossed over the other to the way your arms stayed at your sides and the controller on your lap.

You wore clothes clearly meant for drinks later and he didn’t mind the view. It wasn’t anything too crazy but the pair of jeans you wore hugged your figure nicely and the top showed just enough cleavage to make him notice. Your neck was adorned with gold necklaces of various makes and your hair was styled to frame your face.

He found you very attractive and he found out how much of a problem that was when Yoongi threw an arm over your shoulders pulling you into his side as he said, “Look, we’re going out later just the two of us. I don’t want you all there.”

“You suck,” Hoseok groaned and that small moment where Yoongi pulled you into him distracted Jungkook so much that he let the stupidass cenobite, Pinhead, kill him.

“Wow, you aren’t that good at this game,” you joked as the round came to an end. Jungkook scoffed, “One more round.”

“Y/n, let’s get going unless you want to wait in a long line to get in,” Yoongi said and just like that you were up on your feet setting the controller down on the couch. Jungkook did the same watching as you and Yoongi started gathering your things.

“Please Y/n, I want to get drunk, let me tag along!” Hoseok begged you after trying to get Yoongi to bring him but failed. With a sigh you nodded, “Fine.”

“Whatever,” Yoongi mumbled as he took your hand in his, “Alright, see you guys later.”

“Bye,” you said before your eyes met Jungkook’s specifically, “It was nice meeting you all.”

A string of goodbyes filled the room and he tried not to stay at the way your hips naturally swayed when you walked but it was hard. The only reason he looked away is because Yoongi placed his hand on your waist as he led you out.

It was in that moment Jungkook felt so fucking mad that he didn't meet you first. He didn't even care how you and Yoongi met or that this is the first time he’s ever met you. All he cared about was that you came with his friend who you’ve apparently been hooking up with and he found you hot.

He obviously didn't know that you had come to your own realization as well tonight, damn did you choose the wrong friend?

“How’s your girlfriend?” Namjoon asked Jungkook suddenly and his eyes shifted toward him. “Who?”

Jimin chuckled, “Yeonwoo, the girl you’ve been talking to for months.”

“Oh yeah,” Jungkook said. Is it bad he forgot about her? They’ve been in a talking stage for months and were hooking up but they just haven’t made it official. Yeonwoo wants to be but Jungkook is trying to hold off on it and now he’s pretty grateful he has. It would only make him an asshole if he was flirting with you while having a girlfriend. Even if the other think he’s practically dating Yeonwoo at this point, he’s not.

“She’s alright,” he shrugged as he scrolled through his games and found a new one to play, “But she’s not my girlfriend.”

“Yeah, sure.”

You met Yoongi at work surprisingly enough. You’re a store manager at a popular streetwear shop and he happened to frequent there. You got to know him little by little just by having small conversations with him everytime he came in. One day he asked for your number and next thing you know you’re in the back of his car hooking up. You’re not dating but you’ve been messing around for a while and as far as you knew it was sort of exclusive?

Well, it’s supposed to be you think, but… his friend was so hot. Jungkook was so hot that you want him. Is that bad? Does that make you a bad person? It’s not like you’re dating Yoongi—not yet anyway—but that first night you met Jungkook, just wow.

You just didn’t expect him to also be in a situationship of sorts.

Now you’re staring at the girl as she sat across from you. She flashed you a smile, “I’m sorry, what’s your name again?

“Y/n,” Jungkook answered as you stared into each other's eyes. There was tension there, you could feel it. Maybe he thought the same about you, was just as attracted and interested in you. Why else would you catch him staring at you every now and then? Even the first time you met there was a flirty undertone in the way you talked during the game.

“I’m Yeonwoo,” she said, making you look away from Jungkook. You gave her a smile before drifting your attention back down to your phone.

You sat on Yoongi's lap, his hand around your waist loosely zoned out almost. It was late already, the Sun had set long ago and the group had just been enjoying time together outside. Your fingers played with his hair mindlessly as he talked with whoever was next to him.

“No, this guy got wasted and made us call it an early night,” Yoongi said with a scowl as he retold the events of Saturday.

The three of you had gone out even if Yoongi didn't drink, he was fine going just for you which was great. Hoseok was fun and you didn’t mind letting him come along but he did get drunk faster than you did. It wasn’t a big deal though because you’re comfortable around him enough to not get annoyed by his drunkenness.

Out of all the guys, Yoongi was closest with Hoseok so you’ve met him a couple more times than the others and he’s funny. What you didn’t know was that he was equally as close to Jungkook and it made being attracted to the guy slightly more complicated.

“Well I had a good time,” Hobi said with a shrug and a shit-eating grin that made it obvious he didn’t care.

“Where are you going?” Yoongi asked, feeling you move his hands off as you tried getting up from his lap. You pointed to the kitchen and left.

“Bring me something.”

Jungkook shouldn’t look at you. He should ignore the voice in the back of his head telling him not to go to the kitchen. He’s supposed to be with Yeonwoo, she begged to tag along to Hobi’s place and he brought her. He should not be thinking about the fact that you were alone in the kitchen while Yoongi talked to Namjoon about something.

There’s just no reason for him to go to the kitchen. He doesn’t need to get anything, anyway.

“Excuse me.” You could've melted away with just that, but Jungkook just had to put his hand on your waist when he walked a little too close behind you. You moved forward trying to act normal as you opened the fridge door again to get the drink Yoongi had asked for again.

He pretended to be busy picking through some snacks in the cupboards just next to you. You tried to ignore his proximity but then his arm went over your head to shelf above you and his tattoos just drew your attention in. Your head nearly hit his arm and when he pulled back with a bag of chips he looked down at you, “Looking for something?”

“Just looking,” you said as the two of you stared at each other, not paying attention to the fact that you were extremely close to each other.

Jungkook looked amused as he asked, “At the fridge or at me?”

“At whatever is catching my attention,” you said boldly and he smiled, bottom lip being dragged between his teeth. His hair was so long and soft, it just made him look so good. He looked like a bad boy but you know he’s not. You mean, he seems like a good guy and all but his looks are just so yummy—you were nearly forgetting about being here with Yoongi, the man you’re sleeping with.

With that reminder you grabbed the first two cans you found in the fridge and closed it, “Found it.”

“That’s what you were looking for?” He asked with his back against the counter watching you, “Nothing else catch your interest?”

“Who knows, maybe something else did,” you said, giving him one last look before leaving the kitchen.

He couldn’t hold in the small groan that bubbles in throat at the sight of you walking away. He swears to the universe that the second he finds out your little fling with Yoongi is over, he's swooping in. He’ll just wait until Yoongi fucks it up or something and he’ll be right there ready to comfort you. Maybe he could even get Yoongi to end it with you.

“Jungkook!”

Oh shit. Yeonwoo.

When he came back out he couldn’t stop the slight scowl on his face looking at Yoongi who was whispering who knows what in your ear. You were back on his lap but your eyes met Jungkook’s one last time.

"Yeah it's late," Yoongi cleared his throat awkwardly, arm tracing the expanse of your back suddenly, "I think Y/n and I are gonna call it a night."

"That's code for they're gonna go fuck," Jimin laughed saying it loud enough for everyone to hear but neither you or Yoongi denied it.

"Aw, but it's still early," Jungkook tried to sound nonchalant as he tried not to stare at you when you made a move to stand. His eyes trailed to Yoongi, "Thought you were gonna go out with us tonight."

"Change of plans," Yoongi had looked back at him with a wink as he held your hand cutting through the circle of people. Jungkook let it go but caught your smile as you walked past him. He imagines he's not so great of a person? What kind of person thinks about his friend's girl—or fling— when the girl he’s been hooking up with is right there next to him? Him. Jungkook. That's who. How could he not when you looked like that? And your voice was so nice to hear, your smile warm the way he likes it.

Just like that, you were gone.

He had to be the luckiest person in the room.

Now, he’s not a house party guy—yes he hands with his friends often but it’s not usually to get drunk at some party. It’s usually just lounging around at someone’s house drinking and playing video games. Plus with work he usually never has the energy to go to a full blown party but God was he thankful that he came out tonight.

He couldn’t even hide the smile on his face as he made his way across the packed living room to go to someone in particular.

Like before, his hand went to your lower back, “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

At first you were startled at the touch but when you turned a smile broke out on your face, “Didn’t know you were expecting me at all.”

Jungkook just smirked as he lifted his cup to his lips, “Well you know… I didn’t know that either.”

“Fuck Y/n! I’m done playing with you if all you’re going to do is win.”

A familiar face appeared from behind you and Jungkook’s brows furrowed.

He looked at Jungkook as he smiled, “Hey man, when did you get here?”

“A while ago,” Jungkook answered, watching him as he stood next to you.

“You’re just mad that you’re a sore loser,” you told him, making him roll his eyes. He went back to Jungkook, “You know Y/n?”

“Sorta,” Jungkook answered, looking back down at you with that haze in his lowered eyes. Taehyung looked between you two with a little smirk, “Perfect, you both don’t know that many people here and I’m tired of being dragged behind whatever Y/n wants to do. You guys talk, I’ll be back… maybe.”

He patted Jungkook on the shoulder blissfully aware of the tension between you two but unaware of the fact that you’ve both been messing around with someone else.

“What are you drinking?” You asked, forgetting the game you had been playing with Taehyung to turn to Jungkook. He shrugged looking down at the cup, “No clue, some weird mix of alcohol. Wanna try it?”

“Should I be scared?” You asked stretching a hand out to take the cup but he avoided it choosing instead to bring the cup closer to your lips.

“No, I’ve got you,” he said teasingly as he pressed it to your lips and you drank from the cup as he tilted it while you angled your neck back for the liquor to pour down your throat.

“Tastes like ass,” you scrunch your face in disgust as he pulled the cup back and he couldn’t help but laugh. He shrugged, “It does.”

“How do you know Tae?”

“We went to school together,” Jungkook said simply, his hand came to your hip, casually moving you closer to his side when some guys tried cutting through the small space left between you and another person to get somewhere. His hand stayed there for a while, “You?”

“We work together,” you told him, feeling his fingers graze the exposed skin of your back from under your top. He should’ve moved his hand by now or you should’ve told him to but neither of you did anything.

“Where’s Yoongi?” He asked even if he didn’t care. As a matter of fact, he’s very happy at the thought that his friend isn’t here and he’s getting to see you alone. He just needed a reminder that you’re both technically off limits to each other.

“Not here,” you said with no explanation as to why he didn’t come with you but neither of you seemed to care.

God, just look at him.

Him with the tattoos covering every inch of his arm and some of his neck. Him with the pretty piercings and bright smile. Him who was definitely not the guy you’ve been hooking up with. You and Yoongi aren’t technically dating but you’re also kind of exclusive. It’s not because you think you don't feel for the guy, but you’re just not looking for a relationship.

You’ve never been so thankful by the fact that you’re still single as far as you knew because you want this guy.

You want him bad.

“So how’s your girlfriend?”

“What girlfriend?” Jungkook asked and somehow—some way—you were making your way over to the empty couch. Groups of people wanting to play the game you were at had slowly pushed you two aside and now you’re sitting next to him—thigh pressed against thigh as you squeezed into the open space.

“Yeonwoo,” you said.

Jungkook chuckled, “She’s as much of my girlfriend as you are Yoongi’s.”

“So… not my girlfriend at all, right?” He added looking into your eyes. He’s really just waiting for your confirmation that you and Yoongi were in fact not dating even if it was complicated between you all.

“Sounds to me like she’s single then.”

“Well I guess you are too,” Jungkook said, licking his lips.

“Guess I am.”

Neither one of you said anything for a while as you both took time to think about this. You distracted yourself with your drink but you didn’t miss the way his arm went to the back of the couch. It wasn’t in a flirting sort of way, more to stretch better in this small space, but it was hard to ignore the fact that he was slightly facing you now.

He brought his hand through his hair making you watch the action and suddenly you knew what to talk about. You pointed your index finger at his hand, “Let me see your hand.”

“What?” He asked, looking down at it before stretching it out in front of you shifting his gaze to you. You weren’t looking back at him, you were focused on the ink covering his hand. He smiled now, “Let me see yours.”

The easiest trick in the book as now your hand was next to his and he just so casually happened to notice the size difference. Picking up on the action, you took the next step to place your palms together matching where his fingers were with yours. His tattoos were so… mouthwatering. You couldn’t even try and play off how much you wanted him but you were trying very hard to not look desperate.

Jungkook didn’t care how he came across. He shamelessly laced your fingers together letting your joined hands rest on his thigh, “Do you have any tattoos?”

“Maybe,” you said with a flirty look in your eyes. Jungkook looked you over from your arms to your legs. Tonight you weren’t wearing jeans, you were wearing a tight little skirt that made your legs look long. You smiled now, “You can’t see it.”

“Where is it?” He asked openly, checking you out. You leaned close to his ear, lips nearly brushing against cartilage as you said. “Guess.”

His lips parted in surprise at the tingle that ran down his spine from the whisper and he was curious. You weren’t wearing much tonight and if he couldn’t see it then it must be something intimate. He laughed softly as his arm brought you a little closer now.

Somewhere between conversations about tattoos and video games, you made it to his lap. You weren’t all the way on him but a part of you was and it really wasn’t your fault.

Some drunk people plopped down on the couch forcing you even closer to him. Then, his hand was running along your back to your waist, using very little effort to get you onto his lap. Now you were fully sitting on him.

With nowhere to rest your elbows you placed it on his shoulder blade, turned to the side so that you could talk to him and his arms held your waist loosely.

His hand was on the flat of your back, thumb caressing your spine, “Tell me about yourself.”

“What do you wanna know?” You were making yourself comfortable on Jungkook’s lap. People surrounded you and the music was loud but since you were so close you could hear him just fine. Taehyung—your mutual friend—was off somewhere else after leaving you with Jungkook and you think you know why. He doesn’t know that you’ve been hooking up with Yoongi or that Jungkook is his friend. All he knew or had seen was that you and Jungkook were clearly physically attracted to each other and he was playing matchmaker. Not that either of you minded right now that it’s just you two.

“You work with Taehyung, right? Where?” He asked starting off easy with his questions. Your arm that had been on his shoulder stretched behind his neck practically hugging him as you said, “Retail store. I actually met Yoongi there.”

The reminder that you’ve been messing around with his friend should’ve been a red flag already but he didn’t seem to care. He definitely didn’t care that his phone was being blown up by Yeonwoo—who was not his girlfriend no matter how much she wants to be.

You released a small gum in thought as you tried thinking of something to say. You looked down at the tattooed hand that had been resting on your thigh with his other arm around you and you pointed to it, “Let me guess. You do tattoos.”

His head leaned on your shoulder just slightly as he smiled, “Are you going to let me tattoo you?”

“Maybe,” you said, your hand now playing with the hair on the back of his neck making a shiver run down his spine at the way your nails scratched his scalp enough to feel good.

His head was tilting upward at the action bringing himself even closer to you, “Maybe where your secret other one is.”

As he said that his eyes seemed to trail down your body with a few ideas of where it might be. It made him think about the fact that Yoongi knew where it was and that thought made him pull you into him even more. His hand was so high on your thigh now it was nearly under your skirt but still at a reasonable distance from where your legs met. His palm was flat on your skin and his fingers spread apart like he was trying to cover the expanse of your thick thigh with one hand.

You decided to be bold now, your hand went over the one he had around your waist and you brought it lower. It was now on your butt and you brought it closer to the side of your hip only lower. His hand was just over the crease in your side where your pelvis was and your thigh seemed to fold into your hips when you sat down and his fingers absentmindedly squeezed just slightly.

“How about here? It’s pretty close to the other one,” you said in a sultry voice that made his eyes roll just slightly.

Jungkook couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted you. You were only making his head spin even more with that thought and he couldn’t hold back now.

“Can I tell you something?” He asked, looking you in the eyes. You nodded and he cleared his throat as he moved closer to your ear. In a low and deep whisper, he said, “I want you.”

Once again you met his stare and his nose traced along your cheek until his mouth was so close to yours there was nothing left to do but close the distance. Your lips just barely touched in a tentative kiss still questioning this, but then the hand behind his neck was pressing him forward and he smashed his lips onto yours with desire.

It was short, only a couple seconds until you broke apart. You laughed in disbelief pressing his head toward your neck to hide from his dark gaze. You probably shouldn’t be kissing him but it didn’t stop you from doing it again. Jungkook’s jaw protrudes with the eagerness in which he kissed you, slipping his tongue against yours without much effort and the hand on your butt was squeezing.

Your heads moved in all sorts of directions, tilted to the side to deepen the kiss and nodding with the force of it. Both of you had your eyes shut and his brows were even scrunched together making look mad almost but it was due to the intensity of the kiss.

He almost forgot where the two of you were.

Almost.

“Alright alright, please don’t fuck on my couch,” a voice cut through and as you tried to pull away Jungkook only followed you until your pulled on his hair to keep him in place. You turned to Taehyung as you were both out of breath and lip gloss smeared on both of your mouths. Jungkook was using his tongue to clean it off the corners of his mouth, thumb rubbing it into his actual lips before reaching out and doing the same to you.

Taehyung watched as Jungkook rubbed the gloss off your mouth making him do a disgusted expression, “Yeah… go fuck somewhere else.”

Once he was gone you turned to Jungkook who began to leave light kisses on your neck, “Let’s go somewhere else?”

You should’ve thought this through more and thought about the aftermath of what doing this might cause but you didn’t. Instead, you began to get up from his lap with his hand on yours and he followed right after you.

You went straight to the front door.

Jungkook was barely inside your apartment when he dragged you back into him to kiss.

His hands were on your hips with yours around his neck as he walked you into your apartment with no idea where to go. All he knew was that he wanted to pick you up and so he did making sure that your legs wrapped around his waist.

“Where am I going?” He asked between kisses. You pointed to the hall and he went that way without question. The door swung open and he tried kicking it with his foot before setting you down on the bed under him. The first thing he did once he set you down was yank off his blue Balenciaga denim jacket. He flung it somewhere in the room and went back to kiss you.

His lips pulled away from yours so they could attach themselves to your neck, placing kisses along your jaw and down your jugular. You angled your neck to the side to give him more access as you delved your fingers into his dark locks. You felt Jungkook's hands roam down your body gripping your side making your back arch off your sheets. His hands went to your back feeling along the material of your denim shorts and gently touched your ass, making you breathless before you felt his fingers grab the edges of your shirt and as they roamed back up your back he was bringing up your shirt. You helped him out by bringing up your arms and then your shirt was on the floor next to you.

“You’re so hot,” Jungkook groaned as he watched you below not exchanging a word with him as you slipped your hands behind your back, unclipping your bra and taking it off. He watched, almost hypnotized, at your body's exposure. Jungkook licked his lips looking down at your bare chest, he lowered his head to your breasts. He still can’t find the tattoo.

You grabbed the edge of his shirt and tugged on it . He sat up straighter reaching for the back of his shirt and yanking it up. The ripped black shirt landing on the floor next to yours. He wore his silver chains and rings that matched the hoops in his ears and belt. His tattoos danced across his skin with every flex of his arms.

You reached your hands out to touch him, and heard a low groan come from between his lips as your hands ran over his chest feeling every ridge of abdomen muscle, nails lightly scratching against his skin. You ran your hands down him feeling every muscle tighten as you explored the ink on his arms and shoulders. He was hovering over you now keeping one hand on your side and the other flat against the sofa to keep himself from toppling forward.

Jungkook lowered his mouth to the expanse of your neck as you did as told. Jungkook's kisses started moving lower, kissing along your collarbone. His tongue licked down to the valley of your breasts, before tracing circles around your hardened nipple bringing one into his mouth and kissing. The tip of his tongue flicked at your bud before capturing the whole thing in his mouth and sucking. His hands were at your sides, running from your ribs to your hips then back up. The sensation of his mouth around you and his tongue flicking at your nipple made your back arch into his mouth, hands tangled in his hair with want. With your back arched it made it easy for him to snake his hands behind you and lower them to the hem of your shorts before bringing them back to the front. Jungkook played with the button of your shorts pulling on the zipper and he began lavishing your other breast with the same urgency. Jungkook was rough with the way he took you in his arms but at the same time his kisses were gentle and intoxicating.

You raised your hips letting him tug the denim off kicking your leg up as he ran his hand down your thigh to your ankle dropping the material to the floor. Your panties came next but he didn't have the patience for them. He tore the flimsy lace off as his lips kissed along your legs. Soon, he was licking and nibbling every single exposed part of your body: Your collarbones, stomach, belly button, your sides and the area around your breast. The inner part of your thighs got a lot of attention from his mouth as his hands spread them further around himself. He was inching closer to your wet heat.

Neither one of you were thinking about anything else at the moment. As far as you knew, you were attracted to him and he was attracted to you so there was nothing wrong. The thought of Yoongi being the last person you slept with along with being his friend didn’t even cross yours—or his—mind.

"Jungkook," you licked your lips when his hair tickled against your cunt meaning he was getting closer. He hummed in response.

He stopped.

He didn’t kiss or touch or even roam his hands along your skin. He just stopped, then he looked up and smiled in triumph. You smiled too.

Right there in red ink were the words:

BITE ME

So he did. He leaned down to where your hip bone protrudes and began leaving soft kisses there, teeth poking out to nip at the flesh before attempting to kiss back down to your cunt. Jungkook thought about you telling him to put one near it and then his mind began going crazy. From where the first one was that means he’d be very close to your pussy and who’s to say anyone will stop him from fucking you in the middle of a tattoo session?

Your voice was dry as you asked, "Condom?" It took him a second to pull away looking you in the eye as he sat back on his haunches. The bulge in his jeans became more prominent with the type of material. He wanted to eat you out but if he had it his way this wouldn't be the only time he'd have to explore your body so he was in no rush to do it all in one night. This was clearly a quick, drunk fuck. Maybe he’ll get to have you again and then he’ll really get to feel and touch, lick, every little thing. You sat up a bit to reach into some drawer and you brought out a condom. Jungkook bit his lip in concentration as he began to roll it onto himself.

Once he was situated between your legs again he brought his fingers to his mouth, spitting on his middle and ring finger before bringing it down. You released a soft moan as his wet middle finger began to rub against your clit, running circles around it and descending further down your folds slicking it with moisture. He looked into your eyes as he dipped the finger down to your entrance, teasing the bundle of nerves hearing the light squelch of slick. He licked his lips at the way your mouth parted in an ‘o’ shape when he let his finger sink into your swollen walls. Your fingers wrapped around the arm he had on the bed to keep himself from toppling over you.

"Need to stretch you,” he mumbled under his breath and you weren’t sure if he was talking to you or to himself because shortly after he was adding a second finger swallowing your moans with his lips in a hungry makeout. Your hips bucked to meet his hand and his palm rut against your clit making your toes curl at the pleasure.

“Just fuck me,” you said against his lips rolling your eyes at the way he smirked, nodding his head before letting his tongue meet yours.

He thrusts his fingers one last time before pulling out and reaching for his dick watching your body laid out for him like he was going to devour you. With a hold on your hip, he guided his cock into your folds. Your mouths drew open in silent gasps as he bottomed out waiting there for the stretching. He kept going until he couldn’t fit any more inside of you, his hands hurting from holding himself up. Your legs kicked up for your knees to be bent and feet flat on the mattress at either side of him and he was able to press his knees closer to you.

You sat up on your elbows to watch the way he completely filled you and your heads almost touched with how he tried looking down at the same thing. With a teasing smile you brought a hand to the back of his neck bringing his mouth down onto yours and he growled. Steady thrusts, in and out, drawn back fully before pushing in softly began. You let out a moan from it, and it spurs him on causing him to start thrusting faster. He moves down your jaw, your chin, jugular, neck and nips you again further down this time and your fingers tug on his hair in response. You grip his

"Does it feel good?" He licked the corner of your mouth as you watched his hips draw back before pushing forward harshly. You nodded, legs wrapping around him, "Yes."

"Want you to think about me like this," Jungkook moaned out as a hand came to your hair grabbing a handful of it for control. He didn't pull but he just needed something to hold tight, "No matter who you’re with.”

He starts thrusting more roughly losing his rhythm in the process aggressively fucking you. You kiss him for a moment before he moves down and leaves a bite on your chest. You moan out from this and he moves his hands down to your hips. He thrusts into you hard, "I promise I’m better.”

You both know what he was talking about and even if you’ve been with Yoongi for a while, you didn’t deny Jungkook.

"Jungkook," you moaned again, clinging to him, feeling your climax close, "Fuck, just like that.”

"That’s right," he growled into your chest as he began to pound into you, "Say my name." He clings to your sides wanting to be as close as possible, "I want you saying my name when you cum.”

“Jungkook,” you repeated, making him get more forceful, nails digging into your skin from where he held you. You’re sure the back of your thighs will be bruised by the way his kept hitting yours with each thrust.

“Y/n,” he said your name too as you forced his head toward your neck feeling his hands pinch your hips to keep you in place for him to fuck how he wanted to. He dug his face into your exposed neck and his mouth left slobber with each nasty kiss. He wanted to mark you or feel your nails digging into his back leaving long scratches down his shoulder blades.

"I'm cu—" he cut you off with a kiss as he snuck a hand between your pressed bodies, thumb on your clit rubbing patterns until you reached your climax.

“Say my name,” he growled against your mouth, eyes locked with yours as your noses kept bumping into each other. Your eyes looked pleading, “Jungkook.”

“Again,” he said with a harsh thrust pushing his cock deeper into your fluttering walls. It kept bumping into that soft spot in your pussy that had your eyes rolling in pleasure.

“Jungkook.”

“Again,” another harsh thrust, bruising hands pinching your sides, “Fuck Y/n, again. I’m so close baby.”

“Jungkook,” you repeated feeling yourself unable to stay still, “Jungkook.”

“Jungkook,” you whined when his hand came down to your ass, nails digging in as hell moved your cunt on his cock to his liking.

“Y/n,” he breathed out with scrunched brows in pleasure, “Y/n.”

“Oh fuck,” he groaned pressing his lips to yours, feeling your pussy twitch and tighten around his cock until suddenly your legs were wrapping around his waist and you were letting go with a final moan of his name.

The warm constriction of your walls urged him to release, and he did. He held your body to his as he orgasmed inside the condom, your legs wrapped around him locking him in. Heavy pants and sweat covered you both as your highs began to dwindle.

There should have been a moment of regret, maybe even guilt but there wasn’t. Jungkook laid down next to you just as out of breath as you and all he could think about is how good it felt. He took off the condom watching you as you got up to use the bathroom.

He wasn’t sure what to do now, if you already felt bad for liking it—because he knew you did—or if you didn’t care.

He personally didn’t care.

He sat up on your bed waiting for your return and when you came out still naked he licked his lips at the sight. You came back to the bed and looked at him, “Well that happened.”

Jungkook gave you a quick kiss on the lips dragging you back to him, “Mhm. What does that mean? We can go again?”

“I mean you’re already here…”

Jungkook has made a mistake, a huge mistake that he’s gotta deal with.

It’s not that he regrets sleeping with you—the exact opposite actually. That’s the problem though because he wants to do it again.

Then again.

Maybe a few more times after that.

Add another time.

Basically he just wants to sleep with you whatever chance he’ll get. The problem with that is the fact that you both have someone you’ve been in a talking stage with. You clearly weren’t struggling as much as he is but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel your eyes on him every now and then.

He’s surprised nobody could feel the sexual tension between you two when it’s so thick in the air he’s practically suffocated by it.

“You’re being quiet today,” Yeonwoo said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

They’re currently in a bar sitting at a big booth with all the other friends and of course you. When Yoongi said you were coming out it made Jungkook more than eager to come out too. Then he thought about seeing you here with Yoongi and he felt the need to bring Yeonwoo even if it was only for a distraction.

Apparently she wasn’t even good for that because he’s painfully aware of the fact that Yoongi’s been kissing along your neck all night. The same neck he had peppered with his own kisses and small bites of affection just the other night. He released a low score that was barely audible with the way he disguised it with his drink covering his mouth but his lips still curled up in a look of distaste and disbelief. He wasn’t even pretending to listen to Yeonwoo.

It didn’t help that you were also very aware of Jungkook’s displeased expression. Ever since sleeping with him, being with Yoongi made you feel guilty. Then you felt shitty because you weren’t feeling guilty for what you did. You were feeling guilty that Jungkook was watching you be with Yoongi. You felt bad that you were here with the guy you’ve been talking to for weeks while the guy you slept with watched. You didn’t care enough for Yeonwoo to feel bad.

“Get out, I need to pee,” Jimin said, shoving you lightly as you sat between him and Yoongi blocking the exit of the booth.

“Don’t touch me,” you responded playfully. You’ve been fitting into the group too well and that made you feel even more guilty.

You think you should end it with Yoongi, just to be safe. Not because you think you and Jungkook are going to be anything but you are not a homie hopper. It just so happens to be that the homies hop to you. Not your fault at all but you should end things with Yoongi to avoid awkward situations like this.

Jimin shoved you one last time, “I’m gonna pee on you, get up.”

“Yoongi! Move, he’s hurting me,” you joked and Yoongi got up with an annoyed groan. Jimin slid out sticking his tongue out at you before sprinting for the bathrooms. Yoongi urged you to sit back down and Jungkook couldn’t even hide the smile on his face as you slid in to sit next to him now. Yeonwoo was on the other side between him and Hobi, and now he’s right there with you.

Almost immediately your leg was pressing against his under the table and the hand he had on his lap was sliding over between you two and his pinky was running along the side of your thigh.

This was becoming a very dangerous game you two were playing.

Turns out, Jungkook isn’t patient at all. The second he realized he didn’t like Yeonwoo as he did you—only after being with you for a short time—he didn’t want her anymore. Well in truth, he never really wanted her other than for sex but still, right now that he’s driving her home he’s realizing just how much he doesn’t want her.

"You looked like you were enjoying yourself tonight." It wasn't hard for Jungkook to pick up the sarcastic tone in Yeonwoo's voice as he drove with one hand. The other hand was brought up to his mouth where he couldn’t help but nibble on the nail of his thumb. Were you going to Yoongi’s tonight or was he going to yours?

He shrugged, staring only at the road, "Yeah, we were with my friends."

"That's the only reason?" Yeonwoo asked but Jungkook still remained calm, nonchalant, "What other reason would there be?”

"I see the way you were looking at her." "Looking at who?"

"Y/n." This time his jaw did clench a little, an accident honestly. He forced a dry laugh out, "She came with my friend, remember?

"Oh, are you kidding me?" Yeonwoo sat over the covers facing his back, "Like that matters to you. You have a thing for Y/n."

"Listen to yourself!" Jungkook scoffed suddenly defensive now, "Why would I go out with you tonight if that was true?" He was pulling up to the front of your building but the conversation clearly wasn’t over.

Yeonwoo was quiet for a moment staring up at him before speaking, "Because she chose Yoongi."

You didn't choose Yoongi, Jungkook wanted to say, You just hadn't met him yet.

"Then why would you keep begging me to date you if you think I don’t want you?"

Once again, Yeonwoo paused, "Because I really like you."

He released a deep sigh, already tired of talking about something that was clearly right about. He just wanted to be done with this.

“Alright well you shouldn’t,” Jungkook said bluntly, “I think we should end it right now because I don’t feel the same.”

Her jaw dropped, “Seriously?”

Jungkook didn’t even hesitate as he said coldly, “Dead serious.”

She was speechless at his crudeness that seemingly came out of nowhere. Well, Yeonwoo knew the guy was an asshole but to experience it was different. Jungkook was getting impatient watching her sit in his car and keep him from driving off. So in true asshole fashion, he reached across her front to open her door—a clear indication that he wanted her out of his car.

With a scoff she left slamming the door in the process.

Now all Jungkook had to do was drive home and wonder what you were doing with Yoongi.

“You’re quiet tonight,” Yoongi said as he stood in your bedroom. The two of you just got to your place and went straight to your room where Jungkook had been the most recent person to fuck you in your bed.

“Just tired,” you said with a shrug as you began taking your jewelry off at your vanity. Yoongi just nodded as he looked around your bedroom.

Just then something caught his attention.

His brows scrunched in confusion, narrowing slightly at the sight. Looking back to see what you were doing, he went to grab whatever he found.

Shoved under your bed was something denim with white writing on it. He held up the denim jacket and from the reflection in the mirror you finally saw him. You’ve never whipped around so fast.

He looked at you, “This yours?”

“Yeah, I just bought it,” you said quickly, making him look down at the jacket again. His brows went up, “Really? What store is it from?”

You stood up ready to take the jacket but he kept it out of your reach, “I forgot.”

“Hm,” Yoongi said looking down at it, “Alright, here's a better question. Who’s that jacket from?”

“I told you I bought it.”

“Really because you can’t even remember the store,” Yoongi argued as he held it out, “And funny enough, I know someone with this exact jacket. Matter of fact, you know someone with this jacket too. So why don’t you just tell me the truth, Y/n. Is this Jungkook’s?”

“Y/n,” he repeated when you didn’t answer him, “Is this Jungkook’s, yes or no.”

“I mean I can’t say no,” you mumbled going back to your vanity to hide the fact that you were slightly panicking.

“And how do you have it?” He asked but he already knew, of course he did. He’s not stupid and he has noticed Jungkook looking at you from the beginning but he thought nothing of it.

“Not hard to guess how,” you said, fully giving up the idea of not looking like a piece of shit right now. You were going to look bad no matter what you say.

“Alright so do you plan on sleeping with all my friends or is Jungkook just lucky?”

You didn’t say anything making him scoff. He started to get his things, keeping the jacket with him.

“Alright whatever, I guess we’re done then.”

“Dude, where’s Yoongi? He said he was gonna be here like an hour ago,” Namjoon said, looking out the window of Hoseok’s apartment as if he could see Yoongi from high up.

Actually, he can see your apartment from Hoseok’s window and he knew you were home. He had just been at your place earlier so he has a pretty good guess as to why Yoongi isn’t here yet. It’s not like you didn’t tell him what happened. Damn, if he knew Yoongi would break off your little fling over a jacket, he would’ve made sure to leave it somewhere much more obvious. The reason he forgot it is from how quick he flung it off and threw it on your floor.

Jungkook wouldn’t be surprised if Yoongi didn’t come to their weekly hang out. He’ll probably lie and say he had to work late, it doesn’t matter though.

He’s not a bad friend, alright? He’s really not, he’s never taken any of his friend’s girls but this time he just couldn’t help it and obviously he doesn’t feel bad about it.

Just as he was getting ready to tell them Yoongi probably wasn’t going to come, the door swung open.

“Damn, you should’ve at least brought food if you were gonna be late,” Jimin said, sounding a little annoyed as Yoongi marched into the living room with a backpack hanging off his shoulder. Jungkook kept his attention to the video game he was currently playing, mumbling a quick ‘hey’ in acknowledgement.

“I wasn’t gonna come but figured why not,” Yoongi said as he set his backpack down on the sofa and started opening it, “Besides I’ve got something.”

Oh boy, here we go.

Jungkook was mentally prepared at least.

“Oh my god, you did bring food!” Jimin cheered clearly, not picking up on the harsh tone in Yoongi’s voice.

“No, something better,” Yoongi finally pulled the jacket out and without wasting another moment, threw it at Jungkook hitting his shoulder, “You forgot this.”

Jungkook didn't say anything as he pulled the flung jacket off his shoulder and let it fall to his lap, “Thanks for getting it for me.”

Yoongi scoffed, “Wow, I knew you were a piece of shit but I thought we were friends.”

Suddenly the room went quiet. Hoseok even paused the game as the other three in the living room looked over to Yoongi and Jungkook, then to each other in confusion.

“We are,” Jungkook answered, looking over at him finally.

“Right… because friends fuck the person their friend is seeing?” Yoongi asked bitterly. At that everyone seemed to finally catch on to what was going on. They were all looking at Jungkook in disbelief.

Jungkook had the audacity to shrug, “Not like you two were dating.”

“Oh, so that gives you the right to get at Y/n?”

“What about Yeonwoo?” Hoseok asked in a quiet voice but Jungkook still rolled his eyes.

“I ended it with her probably around the same time Yoongi ended it with Y/n.”

“And you know that how? Because now you’re with Y/n?” Yoongi asked, standing up. Seeing him stand up automatically raised Jungkook’s defenses and he was getting to his feet too.

“I mean you did break it off with her,” Jungkook said. Yoongi rolled his eyes, “Even if I didn't, that clearly wouldn’t have stopped you.”

“Guys, let’s not fight over a girl, alright. Just sit down, talk it ou—“ “I’m not fighting over a gir—“

“I am,” Jungkook said, cutting Yoongi off, “Yeah I’m with Y/n. Yes, I left my jacket at her place the night we fucked. Yes, I knew you broke it off because she called me like right after you left and I went over. And no, I don’t feel bad about it.”

Namjoon shook his head, “Jungkook…”

“I mean for what it’s worth, you’re still one of my best friends, hyung,” Jungkook said with a shrug as he started gathering his things. The others watched him as he headed to the door, “See you guys later.”

Jungkook was leaving but he wasn’t going too far, not when you lived just a couple blocks away.

When he showed up at your door holding his jacket you knew something happened.

“Oh god what happened?” You asked letting him in. He planted a kiss on your forehead as he cut past you to get inside. He set his things down on the table, “Eh, nothing. He just talked to me about it.”

“Really? That’s it?”

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Jungkook said while sitting down on your couch, “Come here, let’s play.”

He was already reaching for the two controllers you had for your game console. You shook your head, “Alright well I don’t believe that it was that easy. He was mad when he left here.”

“I mean yeah he was mad but he’ll get over it. You were only talking for what? Two months?” He asked looking for the game he had been playing before he left to Hobi’s place. His phone buzzed and when he checked his notification he saw a text.

jimin: did u actually sleep with y/n?

jungkook: yeah

jimin: why :’) that’s fucked up

jimin: how’d it even happen

jungkook: ran into each other at a party

jungkook: idk it just happened

jimin: did it really just happen tho

jungkook: yeah ok. maybe I liked y/n since Yoongi brought her over

“Are you listening to me?” You asked slightly annoyed. He set his phone down, turning to face you. A smile stretched across his lips as he put an arm around the back of the couch, “Of course I am baby, but come sit over here, that way I can hear you better.”

Jungkook didn’t bother with his friends for over a week. It wasn’t because they were mad at him or they fell out he just didn’t feel the need to. Yoongi was probably still mad and he thought it was better to give him time to cool off.

He still wanted to be friends with the guy, they’ve been friends for too long to just call it off over one thing, y’know? Yes, he knows that what he did was kind of messed up but at the same time it wasn’t. You and Yoongi weren’t dating, yeah you were hooking up but Yoongi never once called you his girlfriend. He never talked about going on dates with you or making it officially. So how is it Jungkook’s fault that he was attracted to you?

Sure, he should’ve warned Yoongi and told him that the second he fucked it up, Jungkook was going to try and take you out but he didn’t. Jungkook was clearly too impatient for that and yeah alright, what a sucky friend but he doesn’t regret it.

“Jungkook I don’t want to go,” you told him as he laid on his bed waiting for you to finish getting dressed. He looked up from his phone, “Why?”

“What do you mean why?” You scoffed lightly as you stood at the edge of his bed, “Yoongi is going to be there and I just don’t want to cause any more problems. You can go without me just drop me off at home.”

His brows furrowed, “I don’t want to go without you. It’s fine.”

“No, I don’t want to go.”

“Babe,” he said with a sigh, “It’s fine. They won’t say anything, you’re going to be with me and—“

“That’s the problem, imagine me just walking in with you when everyone knew I was with Yoongi,” You told him honestly, “They probably think I’m a slut. I just don’t want to deal with that. Go hang out with your friends. I’m not worried.”

“Y/n, you’re going,” Jungkook said standing up. He was fully dressed already and had just been waiting for you, “It’s a party, nobody’s going to notice and if anybody calls you anything I’ll beat their ass.”

So you ended up going to Jimin’s place. You tried backing out at the last minute but Jungkook wouldn’t let you. You weren’t in a good mood. You wanted to go home, you didn’t want to deal with any awkward tension tonight but clearly that wasn’t up to you if Jungkook was dragging you here.

Jungkook knew you were mad but he just wanted you to come with. Well, you’re not dating yet since it’s only been two weeks since the first night you spent together but he likes you, probably the most he’s liked someone in a while. Was it so bad that he wanted to enjoy a night with his friends and you?

He took you by the hand leading you in ignoring your low remarks about wanting to go home.

Yoongi still didn’t know what to think.

He knew he couldn’t be as mad as he wanted to be. It’s not like you cheated on him but it sure did feel that way.

He knows you weren’t dating. He knows he never asked you to be his girlfriend, and honestly, he knows he didn’t want to put a label on it. That’s not the main problem.

The main problem is that you and his so-called best friend, went behind his back to fuck and then had the nerve to be disrespectful when confronted about it. You didn’t care if Jungkook had been messing around with Yeonwoo and Jungkook sure as fuck didn’t care that you were messing around with him.

He’s mad, yeah, but he can’t expect to never see Jungkook again. They’ve been friends for a long time and even if he felt a sort of way over it he couldn’t make his other friends react the same. That’s why when Yoongi saw Jungkook walk into Jimin’s apartment he wasn’t at all surprised.

He wasn’t surprised but he was definitely shocked and annoyed to see you right behind him holding hands as Jungkook led you around like you were his.

Absolutely no shame when Jungkook brought you to where Yoongi was with the others.

You looked anything but happy to be there telling Jungkook you want to leave over and over again.

“Hey,” Jungkook said with a smile as he did some handshake with the others before getting to Yoongi. Tension was already filling the air and he wouldn’t even bother looking at Jungkook, he was looking at you.

Of course Jungkook noticed the way he glared at you and that only made him stand in the way and cut off his stare, “Hey hyung.”

“I want a drink,” you muttered under your breath trying to find an excuse to get out and the others knew it too. That’s why Hoseok was jumping to his feet, “I’ll get one with you, Y/n.”

It was awkward for all of them, it really was. They wanted to dislike you for fucking around behind Yoongi’s back but they also couldn’t because you were now with Jungkook. They were both their friends and they don’t want to choose sides even if one is at fault.

“Careful Kook,” Yoongi warned as he watched you leave with Hoseok, “Don’t want Y/n going for one of your friends, do you?”

His jaw clenched, “I’m not worried.”

“Maybe you should be, it wouldn’t be Y/n’s first time jumping around between friends now would it—“

Jungkook stood directly in front of him now, the younger obviously taller, “Y/n chose me over you. So get over it.”

“You just got here,” Jimin said, not wanting his two friends to keep arguing.

Jungkook shrugged as he forced his glare back at Yoongi.

“Yeah, I’m already sick of being here.”

::.

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Cruel Intentions (Part 4)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, mafia!Jungkook

Warning: yandere themes, manipulation, smut, oral sex (m & f receiving), mentions of death, fingering, squirting,

Word Count: 12, 963

Description: Flashbacks of you and Jungkook's relationship; Soobin and Jungkook officially meet.

You were feeling weird. Unlike yourself.

You blame it on Stockhold Syndrome. It had to be.

As another month passes, your feelings towards Jungkook appear to change. You don't notice it as it happens - but now it hits you suddenly. You no longer feel as disgusted being around him. His presence doesn't bring you the same anger it once did - and that terrifies you.

At night when you two lay in bed, you find warmth and comfort in his embrace. Breakfasts in the morning were more inviting, and you find yourself waiting for him to come home for dinner each day when he leaves to manage his business.

Maybe this is how you find yourself entangled in the shower - the hot water against both of your bodies. His large hands massage your body with the body wash - the scent of vanilla filling the bathroom along with the steam. His lips are kissing your neck, hands cupping your breast fondly. He enjoys the way your back arches against him - but he tries to keep his cock away from touching you. It's hard and throbbing, but he wants to take things slow with you. He doesn't want to go all the way until after he wedding. But, you make it hard for him to stop. Your moans and whimpers, the look of lust in your eyes when he touches you. It get's to him, even if you don't know it.

Jungkook's hands trail from your breast down to your stomach until he reaches between your legs. He shudders, and he's not the one being pleasured. But he finds his own pleasurable satisfaction with getting to pleasure you. You were growing comfortable with him, and all he had to do was keep doing what he was doing to make you this way.

While his left fingers pinch your nipple, his right swirls onto your clit. You lean your head back and whimper, eyes shut. The water dies down the moans, but Jungkook can hear them clearly. They do nothing but encourage him to continue. His lips find yours, but before his tongue could dance with yours, you break away. "Why don't you ever want me to do anything for you?"

Jungkook was taken back by your question. He shrugs. squeezing your breast. "You're not as experienced as I am." He also didn't want to make it seem as though you needed to. He was happy with waiting for the wedding - it was a tradition in Bangan after all.

"I've given a blow job before." you retort, even if it was a while ago and ended disastrously. "I can give you one." you offer, turning to face him.

Jungkook gulps when you wrap a hand around his cock. You've never touched it before, never having the need to. You begin to stroke it, your eyes peaking at Jungkook. He turns away from you with a tiny flush to his cheeks. You proceed to get on your knees, opening your mouth and taking the tip in it. Your tongue swirls around it to get a feel of it.

Jungkook hisses. His back falls against the cold shower glass and he wishes he had something to hold onto.

You don't put him all in your mouth at first. You take your time, making sure what you were doing was something he indeed enjoyed. Your hand wraps around the base of his cock and you pump him while your tongue swirls his head.

Jungkook's hands fall under your chin, his head hanging low. He opens his eyes to look at you, and you stare up at him. Droplets of water were falling from his hair and falling onto your cheeks. You blink a few times, caught in a trance. You remove your hand from his cock and bring him more into your mouth. Your head is bopping against him, the sounds of you slurping loudly is evident - even with the sounds of the shower.

Jungkook bites his lip at the sight, trying not to sound like a teenage boy moaning at a blow job. You were gorgeous, and he was glad you felt comfortable enough to do it. "You're so beautiful, baby." His hands grip your chin, his eyes never leave yours. It was embarrassing how he was close to cumming - but who wouldn't be when it came to you? You sucked him hungirly, and he begins to question how many time you've done this.

Jungkook tries to remove himself from your lips, but you only clamp down harder, sucking him in more. He hisses, feeling himself about to cum. He didn't want to cum in your mouth - he wasn't sure if you were into that. But it was too late to ask, because when he feels the back of your throat, he's cumming. He's twitching, feeling himself go numb.

You gag at the amount of cum he was harboring inside of him. When Jungkook releases himself from inside of you, you spit a bit of the cum out and swallow the rest.

Jungkook leans down and kisses your lips, humming.

Within the next hour, Jungkook and you were within another boutique - a bridal one. He has a wide smile on his lips as you two enter the empty shop - you had an idea that it was empty for a reason, that being your arrival. But you scan the many dresses on display for you and release a sigh. You were going o have to marry him - and though you and him have been sexual acive, the thought of marrying him was still something taboo in your mind.

"Ah, Jungkook-ah." a woman emerges from behind a table, hands waving around. "I was expecting your arrival. And this must be the wife."

"Soon to be." Jungkook nods, his eyes on you. "We still haven't found the perfect dress for her."

The woman nods. She turns to you. "So what is your dream dress? Mermaid? Flare? Ball Gown?"

You aren't sure what to say. You haven't thought about a wedding dress since you were in High School - and even then that was just for fun. You turn towards Jungkook. He nods his head at you. "You can get whatever you want." he states. "I'll base my suit around your dress."

"I-I'm not sure." you respond to the woman who nods and shrugs.

"We have a high selection of designer bridal wear. Come with me," she motions with her hand. "I'll bring you to the dressing room and you can try on what I bring and you and the husband will decide together."

The first dressed you were put into wasn't your style - but it was beautiful. It was laced all over, hugged you perfectly and flowed behind you. The woman told you it was hand-sewn and you just knew a piece like this was expensive and priceless.

Jungkook's eyes widen as you walk out, the woman behind you in case you trip. "You look beautiful!" he coos. His eyes wander all around you to get the full feel of it. He can imagine you wearing this at the wedding - it wasn't as traditional as what his Hyung's wives wore, but that was best. His wedding would be the best.

"It's alright." you click your tongue.

"You don't like it?" Jungkook tilts his head. "How about you try something else on?"

You nod your head, and soon you're back into the dressing room. You've tried on a variety of dresses - all for some reason Jungkook lept claiming he loved. Which wasn't a lie - he adored all the dresses upon you. But you were the one that had to wear it, so if you didn't like it he wouldn't push. You stepped out in the next dress, a mermaid gown with a deep, plung neckline. The woman told you it would be perfect because of the fishtail train - and you actually believed her. She also suggested to you wear lace bridal gloves, going far up your arms. You weren't sure if you enjoyed it or not.

Jungkook smiles again as you walk out. He doesn't say anything, but he was sure you'd know his response. He waits for you to say that you hate him like you've did the last 10 dresses.

"I think I like this one." you murmur, eyes trained on your reflection in the mirror. "I'm not sure about the gloves."

Jungkook's head snaps to you. "You like it?" he furrows his brows.

You nod your head. You turn to look at him. "Do...you?"

"Don't ask dumb questions, baby." Jungkook stands. He turns towards the woman whose eyes are flickering between you and Jungkook in anticipation. "We need this dress as soon as possible. Within the next month."

She nods her head vigorously. She already has your measurements - so the dress should be done in no time. Jungkook was paying good money for this and her job was on the line if it couldn't be complete.

When you're back into your clothing, you aren't allowed to look at the price of the dress - Jungkook tells you to stay back. You do with crossed arms, your eyes trailing across the bridal boutique. Within a few minutes, you and Jungkook are done and before you can ask where else the two of you were off to, his phone rings.

You're quiet as you enter his car. "It's Sung-ho." he says. Your head turns to him. Sung-ho was one of the men assigned to take Soo-ah to and from her dance lessons daily. It was easier for Ye-Rim to work and not worry about being late in taking her.

Jungkook answers the phone. You're not bothered - Sung-ho calls all the time to assure that he has Soo-ah and is dropping her off at home. However, when Jungkook yells obscenities - you're taken aback.

Jungkook turns on the car with a press of the button. He throws his phone down and releases a breath. "You're going to hate me." he murmurs, his hands gripping the steering wheel.

Your eyes narrow at him. "What's wrong with Soo-ah?" you rush to ask.

Jungkook turns to you. His eyes are serious as he responds. "She was taken for ransom."

Soobin's eyes scans your weeping figure behind the tall man who's glaring daggers at him. He gulps, the eyes of the unknown man were rough and if looks could kill - he wouldn't be standing here. "Y/N. Who's this?" Soobin asks behind you, his eys flickering between you and the man.

"Don't talk to her." Jungkook hisses, stepping forward but is stopped by your hands wrapping around his bicep. "Who are you?" he then asks. "Soobin...age 21." Jungkook watches as Soobin's eyes widen. "You lived with your mother, Byeol, who was once a nurse in her lifetime. You don't have a father figure, or even met your dad at that. Am I correct so far?"

Soobin doesn't know how to respond. How did he know an abundance of information about his life?

Jungkook shakes his head with a scoff. He turns to you, the tears now dripping down your chin. You were scared - not for yourself, but for the boy who stood a few feet away from the two of you. "Is this the boy you've left me for, Y/N?" he snarls. "You expect him to raise our son in the middle of nowhere? With no protection? I've walked right into this shack of a home imagine someone trying to hurt the two of you?"

Soobin's caught off guard by Jungkook's words. By the way you look away, he knows now that this is the man you've been running from for months. The man who you refused to speak of - with good reasons. Jungkook hovers above you as he speaks lowly of Soobin, and though you don't cower, you are visibly uncomfortable.

"Y/N!" Soobin shouts. "Are you willingly leaving with him? Or is he forcing you?" he demands an answer. For the months he has come to know you, he's grown concerned and protective of you and Jin-Seon. He was no match for Jungkook - while he stood a few inches taller than him and buff - but he wouldn't allow you to be taken advantage of without a fight.

"Didn't I say don't talk to her?!" Jungkook hisses, he takes a few steps closer to Soobin, who returns does the same. You tug at Jungkook's bicep nervously. You didn't wish to see Soobin hurt - not in your honor. You'd never forgive yourself if anything happened to him. "You have no right to speak to my wife."

Soobin swallows. His eyes flicker to yours at the revelation. You don't meet his eyes, ashamed that you've kept such a large part of your life away from him.

"I don't care what she is to you. Y/N is my friend." Soobin states. "And if she doesn't want to leave with you, then she won't go." Soobin is firm in his words. He and Jungkook are having a stare down, all the while you're preparing for the worse.

Jungkook furrows a brow. "Are you going to stop me?" he scoffs. He tilts his head as he eyes Soobin up and down before turning to you. "You're attracted to...that?"

Soobin clenches his fists. "Y/N. You don't have to go. You and Jin-Seon-"

Jungkook is quick to turn back to Soobin and remove the gun from his waist. He points it at a startled Soobin, who takes a few steps back. He gulps, eyes face to face with the gun pointed at him. "Don't say our sons name." Jungkook snaps, his eyes wide with fury. The audacity of this boy trying to keep his wife and son from him.

"Jungkook." you hiss, pulling him back. Your heart is racing. "Please don't."

Soobin remains still but his eyes blink to the floor.

Jungkook snickers and drops his arm. He places the gun back onto his waist. His hand touches your hand on his bicep. He turns to you and frowns, his eyes softening. "I don't like seeing you cry, Y/N, baby." he murmurs. He wraps his arms around you. "It'll be alright. We can go home now. I don't have a room ready for Jin-Seon but I will. He can sleep with us until then."

Soobin feels his heart thump as he watches you and Jungkook. He takes a step forward, the wood beneath his feet squeaking.

Jungkook's ears perk and he turns his head to glance at Soobin, his eyes narrowing.

"Y/N." Soobin murmurs, ignoring Jungkook. "What's going on?"

Your throat is dry and your head is spinning. You wish Soobin would stand back, but his bravery was amazing. You didn't know how to tell him your backstory with Jungkook - nor did you want to set Jungkook off any longer.

"I'm not upset with you, Y/N." Jungkook murmurs. Soobin is no match for him, so he turns away from him. "I'm not upset that you left me and found someone else to be with. I've also been unfaithful and I'll do whatever you want me to do for you to forgive me for going against our marriage." Jungkook shudders at the thought of his drunken state with the women in the brothel. "We can go back home with Jin-Seon and forget about it all."

You're taken aback. "I-I..." you release a sigh. Jungkook thought you and Soobin were a couple. You shake your head and glance above him and at Soobin. "I don't want you to hurt him." you plead with Jungkook. "He took care of me and Jin-Seon."

Jungkook swallows. He wants nothing but to put a bullet through Soobin for even having the audacity of trying to fight him when it comes to his wife and child. But you're pleading him to not hurt him - teary eyes and puffy cheeks. "Are you going to come back with me?"

Soobin wants you to fight. He wants you to say no, that you weren't going to go with him. Soobin knew he wasn't a match against Jungkook - and his gun - but if you wantred him to, he'd fight.

"I'll go with you." you say, and Soobin feels defeated. But he doesn't blame you.

Jungkook gives you a smile and he hugs you tighter. He places a kiss against your forehead and then, he's turning to Soobin. His smile falls into a satisfied smirk.

"Can you check on Jin-Seon?" you ask him.

Jungkook is shocked, but he nods rapidly. You needed time to speak with Soobin alone to get the closure you and he needed. Jungkook strolls behind you to the room, not completely closing the door and only leaving it cracked.

You rush to Soobin, wrapping your arms around him. Before he could return the favor, you're speaking. "I-I didn't know he'd come here. I don't know how he found us-"

"It's okay, Y/N." Soobin interrupts, shaking his head. "I wish you would've told me what I was up against. I could've learned how to fight." He's joking, even in a moment like this. His smile and chuckle doesn't reach his eyes. "Are you going to be okay with him? I don't want you to be hurt."

You gulp. "I'd rather not see you or Byeol in distress." you admit. "You've been so good to me and Jin-Seon. I don't want to see you hurt because of me."

Soobin nods. He's not sure how he'd explain to his mother when she returns of your absence.

Jungkook's own heart was fluttering when he watched Jin-Seon, his small chest inhaling and exhaling. His small eyes look around the room, focusing on nothing at all. He gently picks the baby up, placing him in his arms. He's frightened - afraid that the baby would begin crying and become uncomfortable. He doesn't, and he only blinks a few times before yawning. Jungkook smiles down at his son.

His son.

It was weird to say that he had a son. His heart feels heavy holding the baby in his arms, the love already growing without knowing of his existance prior to now.

Jungkook places up, rocking his son in his arms to catch you in time, closing the gap between you and Soobin and place a kiss upon his lips.

"Excuse me?" you hiss at Jungkook.

"They're not going to hurt-" Jungkook doesn't get the chance to continue before you're slapping him. Your slaps soon turn to punches, and now he's dodging your attacks and trying to catch your fists with his hands. "Y/N. You have to listen!" he hisses.

"My neice has been kidnapped and you want me to fucking listen?!" you snap. You feel tears prick the corners of your eyes. Soo-ah was innocent - she didn't deserve to be caught up in whatever mess Jungkook has involved himself in. "H-How does anyone even know-"

"There's more people out there like us." Jungkook begins to drive. One hand is on the steering wheel while the other is on your thigh, trying to comfort you. "Some rivals. Some beneath us tremendously and would do anything to get a rise. Harming Soo-ah would be far too risky, she's already associated with Bangtan. There's protection for your family even when they're not with us."

You don't know how to respond to Jungkook. This was new to you. You don't know the extent of Jungkook's business - but you know well enough that if he had enemies kidnapping innocent children, that it wouldn't be long until you were in a situation like this.

"I assume they want money or territory. I'll be speaking with them when I arrive." Jungkook squeezes your thigh. "You can't be with me when I do that."

"I'm not staying in the car while Soo-ah is-"

"Y/N." Jungkook snaps. It wasn't going to be a discussion - he didn't need you interfering with business. "Soo-ah will be safe. You have my word. I will never let anyone harm her."

Your heart is racing as Jungkook is dashing down streets and roads, no sign of slowing down as the street lights turn yellow. Your mind is racing with thousands of thoughts a second, your heart felt as though it was moments from bursting. You couldn't believe this would happen to Soo-ah - an innocent child who had no ties to whatever Jungkook was a part of.

Jungkook comes to a screeching halt, bringing you out of your thoughts. Your eyes stare up at the large building - seemingly abandoned. You release a hitched breath and release your seatbelt. Before you can open the door, Jungkook's hand is squeezing your shoulders. "You need to stay here." he says and you're shaking your head, slapping his hand off your shoulder. "Y/N, I'm serious-"

"What if they hurt her?" you snap. "What if-"

"They wouldn't dare put their hands on her." Jungkook is quick to retort. "But I cannot risk them using you against me, as well, Y/N. I need you to stay in the car and I promise Soo-Ah will be returned shortly."

You're defeated - and at your submission, Jungkook gets out of the car and makes his way inside the building, your eyes following his every move.

"Uncle!" Soo-Ah says, taking her eyes away from the ipad in her lap - a gift from Jungkook who couldn't say no to her when she asked; much to your dismay. Soo-Ah was seated in a chair with a lollipop in her mouth and large headphones on her ears when Jungkook arrived. She lifts herself up and grabs her ipad and makes her way towards him. "This is a weird place to meet."

Jungkook smiles at her, patting her head softly. "I know. We had a change of plans." he sats to her.

"Are we still getting ice cream?" Soo-ah asks and when Jungkook nods, she returns his smile.

"Okay." Jungkook eyes turn stern. "Put your headphones on and play that song you like, okay?" Jungkook says, kneeling down to meet her face. He places Soo-Ah's headphones back onto her ears. "And walk out those doors and go to your aunt. She misses you."

Soo-ah nods. She doesn't hesitate to start the pop song. Jungkook can hear it as she strolls away happily. His eyes turn to Sung-ho who's waiting for his next direction. Jungkook straightens himself and sighs. "I heard about your recent fuck up." Jungkook shakes his head. "You cost me thousands of dollars. That's a little better than the millions last time you fucked up."

Sung-ho remains silent. He knew better than to speak before Jungkook told him to.

"We got raided by the law again - luckily it wasn't tied directly back to us. I knew allowing you to handle your own port would be a mistake." Jungkook waves his hand - a signal for Sung-ho to speak.

"Jeon-ssi," Sung-ho starts. "I thought we had more time to set up. We were raided but they didn't get all of our-"

"Not ours." Jungkook chuckled, his eyes staring at Sung-ho. "Mine. My product. Luckily they took the cheap shit, right?" Jungkook chuckles again, throwing his head back. "You don't know how much I had to pay to get Bangtan cleared from something that may be as small as that? I have to focus on a wedding not fixing you and your fucks up!" Jungkook then screams, his demenor changing.

Sung-ho gulps and steps back.

Jungkook takes a deep breath. "It's alright, Sung-ho. I know it won't happen again."

Sung-ho nods. He was prepared to do everything in his power to get back on Jungkook's good graces.

Jungkook removes the gun from his waist and points it at Sung-ho, who stiffens.

"But I can't allow you to live. Not after you kidnapped my niece." Jungkook frowns.

"I-I was told to bring her here by you, Jeon-ssi!" Sung-ho is shaking his head, pleading with his eyes. "I-It must've been a lack of communication!"

"Eh," Jungkook shrugs. "What my fiance doesn't know won't hurt her. Besides, I've lost enough money from you." Jungkook places his hand on the trigger. "I'm not a cruel man, Sung-ho. I'll make sure your daughter and wife are well taken care of. You know I don't hurt women or children." and before Jungkook allows Sung-ho to speak, he pulls the trigger, sending a bullet straight to Sung-ho's head.

You jump as the loud shot comes from inside the building. Your eyes focus on Soo-ah who is exiting the building, her head nodding at whatever she was listening to on her ipad. You slam the door open and run to her, wrapping her in a hug. She drops the ipad and releases a yelp. "Are you alright?" you ask, throwing the headphones off of her. You're searching for any signs of harm - and find none.

"You're acting weird." Soo-ah knit her brows, pouting at her fallen ipad. "Uncle said we're getting ice cream. Can I add candy to mine?"

You gulp. Soo-ah was fine - physically. She didn't appear as though she was harm or traumatized in any way. And whatever happened inside the building must've not been seen by her. Your eyes catch Jungkook as he exits the building, his eyes on you.

"Um...yeah." you nod to Soo-ah, a grin on your lips. "Just don't tell your mom. You have enough silver teeth."

Jungkook pats Soo-ah's head and speaks. "Wait in the car for us, okay?" he asks, picking up her ipad and headphones and handing it to her.

When you hear footsteps running towards the running car and a door open and slam close, you release a hitched breath. "D-Did you-"

"I promised you she'd be okay, right?" Jungkook tilts his head. "I can't say about him."

"Who was it? What happened to Sung-ho?" you don't know much about Jungkook's life outside of what he shows you or whatever rivally he has.

"Sung-ho isn't going to be taking Soo-ah to and from her lessons anymore. I've already got extra precaution for that. He's on another assignment." Jungkook wraps you in a hug.

"So whoever took her...?" you can feel Jungkook's steady heartbeat as he hugs you. "Are they...dealt with?"

"Yes." Jungkook responds after a few moments. He was unsure of how you'd take the idea of him killing someone (again) in your presence, even if you were in the car.

Jungkook watches as you remove yourself from his chest and glance up at him. Your expression is unreadable. But then your eyes narrow at him. "Good." you murmured, turning away and making it towards his car. His heart leaps at your response - and so does his cock, but there isn't time for that. The lack of emotion and sympathy in your words tell him that slowly you'd grow accustom to this lifestyle and be the wife he needed.

"Drive like you have some sense!" Jungkook hisses to the drive before pressing a button and putting up the privacy window. "He acts as though my son and wife aren't in the car." he hisses lowly to himself.

It took 30 minutes to clear everything Jungkook was allowing you to bring from the home. You and Jin-Seon were the first two in the car, he didn't need you attempting to stay longer nor did he allow Soobin a final goodbye to his son. Jin-Seon was asleep, wrapped in a blanket as you were forced into the car by Jungkook. He wasn't going to bring anything but a few clothes that you insisted on bringing, a onesie, some diapers and a picture album that now laid in his lap.

To think you allowed the child you two shared together to live in a hazardous house. The floor squeaked under his feet, the crib he laid upon looked seconds from breaking. Jungkook nerves were going crazy. But, he wouldn't have to worry anymore. You were coming back home with him and Jin-Seon and you would be happy. You two would live the luxurious life he promised. His child wouldn't sleep in a crib that was destined to crumble.

Jungkook flips through the photos of you - all pregnant. His throat feels dry and it aches as he flips through the amount. Your stomach grew as he flipped through them all, tongue poking through his cheek. He blinks up at you and Jin-Seon and he feels as though he missed out on years of his son's life. He always imagined how beautiful you'd look pregnant - the same glowing and full look he witnesses upon you now. He thought about how his child's room would be decorated - picking out different toys to add to the room. He wouldn't tell anyone, but he even wanted to experience the pictures of you and him during those times. The maternity photoshoots that he hasn't seen his mother and father take.

"You look happy." Jungkook speaks lowly. A half an hour had passed and they were nearing the estate. "I wish I could have experienced your pregnancy with him."

You don't respond, yet he doesn't expect you to.

"That boy..." Jungkook closes the photo album. "Do you love him?"

"Does it matter, Jungkook?" you finally reach his eyes. "I'm here with you, aren't I?"

"But you left and allowed another man to experience something I always wanted." Jungkook tries to keep his voice calm and low. He wasn't going to subject his son to what he experienced with his own father. "What would Jin-Seon think of me when he looks back at these pictures and sees none of me?"

You hear Jungkook's voice crack, but you refuse to look him in the eye. It's not something you enjoyed thinking about. Your mind always told you that by the time you had Jin-Seon, Jungkook would give up on you and find someone else.

"I already told you I'm not upset you found a lover-"

"He wasn't my lover." you sighed. "Soobin was a friend who cared for me as much as I grew to care for him."

Jungkook licks his lips. "That kiss said differently."

You glance at him. "It was a goodbye kiss. Letting go of something that could've been."

You two don't speak when you arrive at the estate. The car is surrounded by men who open the door for you and bow. They eye the child in your arms but remain quiet. You exit, as does Jungkook, who stands close behind you.

"Jeon-ssi. While you were away the rest have arrived and are awaiting your arrival." one man says, opening the door to the estate.

Jungkook nods but rolls his eyes. He was hoping Jin would have waited until he called him over to come and see Y/N. She needed time to adapt back into the estate.

When you enter the estate, you're met with Jae-beom. He widens his eyes and cannot contain his shock and excitement. "Jubu!" he cheers. "And a baby." he lowers his voice and stares at Jin-Seon in awe. He was now awake and giving Jae-beom the same reaction.

"Jae-beom." you smile. It was nice seeing him. He was one of the good ones, after all.

"Come." Jae-beom motions for you to follow him. "Everyone has been waiting for your arrival!"

And he wasn't lying. The 6 other men were all waiting in the sitting room, appearing completely bored until you stepped through.

Jin released a yelp. His heart was racing and only Yoongi knew why. "Is that a baby?" he asks shocked - as if he didn't know of your pregnancy. But luckily, you had the child and he didn't need to wonder what in the world happen to it.

Jimin is the first to ask to hold him, followed by Taehyung. They surround Jin-Seon, all cooing with wide eyes and low voices.

"He looks so much like Kookie when he was a baby." Jin says, poking Jin-Seon's small hands with his finger.

"Those times were hell." Yoongi speaks, and it makes the rest of them laugh.

"I haven't held him yet." Hoseok says, holding out his hands for Jin-Seon who was now in Namjoon's arms.

"I just got him." Namjoon retorts.

"More the reason to let me hold him. What if you drop him?" Hoseok deadpans. "You dropped your own daughter when she was a month old."

"That was one time!"

"Alright." Jungkook steps forward and takes Jin-Seon into his arms. He wasn't going to risk Namjoon dropping his son, and by the looks of it, Jin-Seon was growing tired of their excitement in holding him.

"I think he needs to be changed." Yoongi says, sniffing the air. "Smells like shit."

"Excuse you." Jin widened his eyes. "Poop. We are in the presence of a child."

You stand to take Jin-Seon, but Jungkook speaks. "I'll change him." he offers. "Jae-beom, can you bring the diapers from the car?"

Jae-beom nods before dashing out of the sitting room.

You bite your lip watching as Jungkook rocks Jin-Seon in his arms. This is the longest you've hadn't held him and your nerves were kicking in.

"Y/N-ah." you turn your head to Jimin. He offers you a smile. "It's nice seeing you again."

"You, as well." you respond lowly.

"I'm sure you're lying." Jimin chuckles, but he isn't upset. He comes closer to you. "You make Kookie happy. I haven't seen him smile this much in months."

Your eyes catch as Jae-beom returns with diapers and wipes and hands it to Jungkook. You lick your lips when Jungkook places Jin-Seon onto the couch, a look of determination in his eyes.

"He wants to be the best dad he can be to Jin-Seon." Jimin continues. "He wasn't close to his own father. He wasn't supportive much in his childhood and he doesn't want his son to view him in the same way he views his own father."

You glance at Jimin for a moment. Jungkook doesn't speak of his past often - it was a memory you assumed he wanted to forget. You only met with his mother once, that being the same day of the wedding. You now know his conflict with not being involved during the pregnancy has such an impact on his mood.

"I know it will take a while to get used to Bangtan's traditions..." Jimin trails off. He doesn't want to conjure up any past memories you desire to forget. "But please, Jungkook loves you and he's willing to accommodate your needs if that's what it takes to have you and Jin-seon live a good life."

"Alright. We will be going." Jin says, as Jungkook manages to finally remove the onesie from Jin-Seon. "We will leave you to rest. Y/N...it's nice seeing you again."

"But I never got to hold him!" Hoseok protests.

"He isn't going anywhere, hyung. You can always come back." Jungkook says, not taking his eyes off of Jin-Seon as he speaks; afraid he would fall off the couch. Even though he was far from the edge.

Hoseok huffs but agrees and soon the 6 of them were out, all bidding you a goodbye.

You saunter over to Jungkook and kneel down. Jungkook removes the diaper and cringes, the smell of your son's business lapping through his nostrils. Jungkook holds his legs as he struggles to open the wipes. "These are cold." he frowns. "Isn't that going to make him cry?"

"He'll cry regardless." you shrug.

"I don't want him to cry." Jungkook is hesitant when wiping Jin-Seon - who indeed cries at the cold wipes. "I'm sorry." he murmurs, appearing physically pained to wipe his son with cold wipes.

You watch as Jungkook puts on the new diaper, trying his best to make sure it was secure. Though you are upset with being forced to come back, you didn't doubt that Jungkook was attempting to be a good father with what little knowledge he has. "Where's Bam and Rasu?" you attempt to make conversation. The home was quiet without two pets strolling around.

"I've been busy since you were gone. They're still here," Jungkook gently places his hand on Jin-Seon's stomach, a smile on his lips. "Just being taken care of by one of my men." he glances at you for a moment before back at Jinseon. "All done." he murmurs. He turns to you. "I like changing him. I know my father never changed me or Hyung."

"Uncle can we swim?" Soo-ah asks, busting through Jungkook's office without a knock on the door. You turn your head to narrow your eyes are her rudeness.

"What did I say about knocking?" you hiss at the small girl who tilts her head at you and crosses her arms.

"But Hye-Jin and I wanna swim." she deadpans. At the doorway was Hye-Jin, her small figure standing with crossed arms but a smile on her lips as she waits for Jungkook's answer. Hye-Jin was Namjoon's daughter - who you finally were introduced to when he and his wife came a few times to bring Hye-Jin. Her and Soo-ah hit it off fast and now growing inseparable. Her curls were wrapped into a low ponytail, a few curly strands poking out.

"Yes." Jungkook answers without much thought. He stands and makes his way to the door as your niece sticks her tongue out at you - something she did whenever she got her was over Jungkook. You roll your eyes.

Jungkook pokes his head out of his office. "Akira!" Jungkook calls down the hall to one man. Akira was new - he came from Bangtan's overseas operations for reasons unknown to you. "Can you take my nieces to the pool and watch them?"

Akira releases a deep breath. He has tried to stay clear from the young children since he arrived. He has heard stories of the children of Bangtan - all demanding as their parents and possibly more deadly. But he nods his head and watches as the girls run out of the room and towards Akira.

You stand, making your way to the doorway. Your eyes flash at Soo-ah. "Don't go out there acting crazy, either." you hiss down to her and all she does is - once again - stick her tongue out at you before her and Hye-Jin drags a sullen Akira towards the pool.

Jungkook places a hand on your lower back. "Your willingness to fight with children amazes me." he murmurs.

"You keep spoiling her and she'll become hell. Trust me." you roll your eyes and enter the room once again. "Besides. I think your men are afraid of her. Did you see his face? Maybe I should go and watch them instead."

"No." Jungkook sits at his desk with a chuckle. "She's just fitting in perfectly." Jungkook's eyes look down at the red and black checkered board with a few pieces on them. "Are we going to finish our game?"

You and Jungkook play a few rounds of checkers, a few petty arguments happen out of them that leaves Jungkook rolling his eyes and claiming that he was wrong and you were right - mainly to get you to shut up. Over the course of the weeks that passed, you would admit - in a morose way - that you and Jungkook were growing closer. You told yourself that it was what you needed to do for the sake of your family. Soo-ah was fine after her kidnapping attempt - you concluded that she didn't know anything about it or suspected anything out of the ordinary. She spent weekends with you and Jungkook along with Hye-Jin and they got along great. She knew she had Jungkook wrapped around her finger - much to your dismay - and she was overall happy. Ye-Rim has since started her restaurant business and she was content with the business. Se-hun was writing his manwha and would be publishing it soon.

Hyun-woo was another story. Jungkook insisted that he was no longer in prison and now in rehab, but he couldn't be seen by family yet until he was better. You assured yourself that it was for the best. So far, Jungkook has kept his side of the deal and all you had to do was the same. You were, of course, the chip inside your shoulder was evident/ But, as long as Jungkook had his then you were alright. And he does - when he's away you sometimes check to see where he is located simply because you could.

"What do you do?" you ask him when you win the game - your third time in a row and you were starting to think he was allowing you to win. "For work?"

Jungkook leans back into his chair. "Why the sudden interest?" As far as he knew, you had no concern for what he did outside of the home.

"You were the one who suggested I make decisions." You place your chin in your hand when you lean against his desk. "I've seen a lot of movies and I don't think you fit the narrative of a...mobster? I'm not sure what to call you."

Jungkook chuckles, small dimples forming his cheeks. "I like to keep my business and personal life separate - especially since you don't come from the life that I do. That doesn't mean that I won't show you if you're curious."

You were curious - but the saying of curiosity didn't end well. He was a powerful man - he had men surrounding him in such a large estate at his beck and call. He wore a gun on him at all times and you were sure the amount of wealth he possessed wasn't 100% legal.

"Of course you know of the Brothel. That's a main source of income, though underground. No commoners can enter the Brothel - all high profile men." Jungkook explains. "Of course other men in the same field of business as Bangtan. But, believe it or not, we even serve those in Government that hate their wives." Jungkook shrugs. "Of course, you can't be seen entering a Brothel if you're high up in rankings, right? So that's where the deal comes in. They'll pay less to enter, but in exchange from a scandal breaking out of them being apart of the Brothel, Bangtan's name steer clears."

"So...you're in cahoots with them?" you concluded.

Jungkook nods. "Somewhat. We have cameras everywhere, baby. No one gets in or out without us knowing." Jungkook pushes his desk chair back and motions for you to come to him.

You stand and make your way around the desk to Jungkook. He flickers his eyes from you, to his lap, to back to you. You got the hint, and soon you're sitting in his lap, back leaning against his desk. He places his hands on your thighs and rubs little circles against your skin. Your shorts ride in slightly when you make yourself comfortable.

"We own a few clubs, of course. We clean our money through there so everything could be considered," Jungkook raises his hands for a moment to make air quotations before putting them back onto your thighs. "legal money. We own a few underground casinos where people place bets."

"Bets? On what?" you tilt your head.

Jungkook raises one brow and a smirk forms. "On a few things. Sport bettings, heists, even death matches."

Jungkook waits for your reaction. Your face contorts in confusion at his words. "Death matches...?" you murmur.

"Yes. We get fighters around the world that fight for money. It's really simple. They get paid - and so do we for betting against them." Jungkook can't read your expression to know how you're feeling about this new information.

"Is that where you go every week?" you ponder. You had his location on your phone afterall, and notice the few locations he'd go to in the middle of the night while you stayed home.

Jungkook's eyes widened a bit and a small smile formed. "I never knew you checked." he squeezes your thighs. "But yes. All of us have to attend these betting and death matches. It's not for the weak of heart and stomach - but my Hyungs and I are immune to it. I've been going to them since I was a child, myself."

You push his chest. "A child? Your parents allowed you to see blood and guts?" your face is laced with disgust.

Jungkook chuckles, but you notice the tongue in his cheek and think maybe you've said something wrong. He doesn't dwell on whatever it is when he responds. "We were all born into this. It went on for generations, after all. It's a tradition regardless if we're children."

You nod your head. You turn away from him. That meant that if you were expecting to live your life with Jungkook and have a child with him, that your child would be subjected to the same lifestyle Jungkook has. Yes, you still took the pills Eun-Young gave you - but they could only last so long and he would be expecting a child from you eventually. Jungkook didn't speak much of his childhood much, but it couldn't be normal if you were involved with drugs, brothels and death matches by the time you hit puberty.

"Would you like to accompany me?" Jungkook begins to rub your thighs once more. "You don't have to go to the death match, of course, but you could mingle with the other wives. Momoka and Hee-sun will be there. They usually tend to sit at the bar outside of these matches we have."

You lick your lips, unsure if you'd ever really want to attend something like that. It was obvious that Jungkook wanted you to go, his eyes were waiting with anticipation for you to agree. But you were skeptical about attending. You've grown close to Jungkook - the denial in you kept saying it must be stockholm syndrome - and you weren't sure if you would want to be away from him while in a public place that he owned surrounded by people just like him.

"I'm not forcing you to go." Jungkook's voice takes you from your thoughts. "It's not something you need to decide right now."

The door opens abruptly and Soo-Ah comes running in, soaking wet. You're startled at the sudden action and untangle yourself from Jungkook. "You're getting water everywhere, Soo-ah." you sigh at her dripping figure.

"What were you doing?" Soo-ah asks, her brows scrunched in disgust.

"My mom says it's adult stuff." Hye-Jin says from the door - equally wet as Soo-ah.

Jungkook releases a laugh but nods. "Indeed it was." he stands. "What can I do for you two?"

"We want ice cream." Soo-ah claps her hands together and behind her Hye-Jin nods. "Can we get some from that place we went to last time, Uncle?"

You narrow your eyes at Soo-ah but don't say anything. Jungkook would say yes regardless, so there wasn't a reason in going against him.

"We have ice cream here, actually." Jungkook speaks. "And lots of candy to go with it. Have Akira show you." Jungkook watches as Hye-Jin runs down the hall shouting for the older man, Soo-ah following close behind her.

You shake your head. Hye-Jin and Soo-ah were staying the weekend - Jungkook had already set up a room for your niece with the amount of times she stays. Though Hye-Jin was a sweet girl with the matching dimples of her father, her and Soo-ah together was a force to be reckoned with. "I'll go." you sigh in defeat to Jungkook. "And...mingle."

Jungkook turns to you. You're seated on his desk chair waiting for him to respond. Jungkook takes a few steps closer to you, his eyes flickering down to you. "Alright." he murmurs. His hands place themselves onto your cheeks and he forces you to look directly into his eyes. "I'm trusting you, Y/N. You've been good to me these past few months and in return, so have I." Jungkook's thumbs rub your cheeks. "But if you give me any reason to suspect you're going against our agreement, things will change."

Jungkook's thumb traces along your lips. Over the course of months after agreeing to being chipped (along with him) and staying by his side - he notices that you were growing comfortable. You didn't shy away from his touch any longer and even found yourself melting into it. You were more intimate with him, without going all the way. You've experienced many sexual acts with him that you've never thought would cause you pleasure in the long run. Acts that were completely sadistic, but both of you enjoyed them.

You open your mouth, allowing Jungkook to put his thumb inside of it, eye contact never breaking. You close it, twirling your tongue around it as Jungkook licks his lips.

"I take it as I have your word, baby?"

You nod your head - just in time for Jungkook to lean down and place a kiss on your forehead.

"We'll have to decide what we're wearing." Jungkook removes his thumb from your mouth, he couldn't handle the way you sucked upon it when he was attempting to hold a serious conversation. "We have to coordinate since this is our first public appearance."

"Are you sure this is somewhere I should be?" you ponder. You were sure you'd be out of place at a scene such as that. "I've never been to...anything really." you clench your hands on your lap.

"You'll be with me." Jungkook leans down, hands on yours. "I don't have to attend the death match, but we can bet on other things outside of the match. Sports, racing - anything non-violent."

You nod your head.

Jungkook beams, his wide tooth smiling makes him appear more of a soft rabbit than what he was - a powerful man that ruled over the Nation with his family.

Jungkook places the pills back into where you hid them, a short huff releasing itself from his lips. He was no fool and though you've come a long way from before - always attempting to fight him and run away - you were in the process of learning his lifestyle. Maybe it was an invasion of privacy to add cameras to the bedroom and closet - it was your safe haven. But Jungkook almost lost you twice already. He wasn't going to risk anything happening to you again. Over the last months he has witness you go behind and take what seems to be pills and hide it each time - a red flag to him since your intentions was to hide it.

They were taking birth control, as he suspected. He wasn't upset with you. You didn't have them prior, and he has suspicions on how you got them - but that wasn't his concern. The amount you have could last the entire year - and that wasn't going to fly easily by him. You and him are due to be married within the next month and by tradition within Bangtan, he would have to impregnate you the same night. He planned it out accordingly, making sure you'd be ovulating when the wedding occured.

"What are you doing?" you called from behind Jungkook.

Jungkook turns and smiles at you. "Trying to find the right heels for your dress." Jungkook answers coolly without missing a beat. His eyes trail your figure, the maxi dress hugged you perfectly, the thigh slit adding the needed sex appeal. "I think the gloves are a good touch."

You furrow a brow. "Really? I thought it'd be too much." you murmur, mind distracted from Jungkook inside your closet. The gloves came with the dark dress you wore - that of course matched his suit. It covered your hands and arms, stopping mid bicep.

Jungkook grabs the nearest black heels he could find and passes them to you. "I like these." he says. "I almost forgot." Jungkook goes through his suit pockets inside his jacket. He takes out a black box and opens it. "Can't forget the jewelry."

"That's extremely flashy." you huff, eyes watching the sparkling necklace and matching earrings.

"Of course it is." Jungkook chuckles. He takes the necklace out of the box and motions for you to turn around. He places the box on a shelf and goes to add the necklace on your neck. "You smell good." he comments, his nostrils filling with the perfume you wore.

"Are you ready to go?" you murmur when you feel his hand squeeze your shoulder.

Jungkook nods.

The car ride there was relaxing, but nerve wrecking. Jungkook held onto your thigh the entire ride there. You didn't know what to expect when getting there. You weren't expecting for the place to be literally underground. However, you'd soon have to expect the unexpected when it came to Jungkook's line of business. When you and Jungkook are out of the car, he makes his way inside, holding you close to him by your waist. It's crowded, but people made sure to remove themselves from Jungkook's way. You could feel the many pairs of eyes on you, so you decided it was easier to look ahead and stay close to Jungkook. It was dimmer than you'd expect with neon lights flickering marking the cieling - but the amount of LED screens and large TV's gave it enough light to see.

Your eyes lingered on the amount of people all around, laughing and yelling with glee on slot machines. Circular tables held people playing cards - a few of them smoking cigars as they played. Jungkook's hand on your waist squeezes you, signaling your attention. You turned your head to him and he offered you a grin. He leans closer to your ear. "Are you thirsty?"

You nod your head and you're led to the bar. The amount of bottles littering the stand was crazy - but you'd expect nothing less from an environment such as this. Jungkook stands behind you as both of you made it to the bar. As expected, people moved away as he strolled by with you. Your gloved hands touched the bar island as Jungkook stands tall behind you.

"Jeon-ssi!" the bartender - a man looking no older than 25 with bright red hair - cheers at his arrival. "What can I get for you and the lady?"

"Send a bottle of Champagne over to our booth." Jungkook speaks. He leans into your shoulder, hands rubbing your hips. "Did you want something now?"

Scanning your eyes over the amount of bottles, you nod your head slowly. You were never going to not be jittery here if you didn't allow yourself to let loose. "Let's take a shot."

"OKay." Jungkook grins. "Pick one."

You picked three - probably a mistake in the long run - but Jungkook and you take them. Your throat burns when it goes down, but it makes you feel hot and more alive with the last. Jungkook tugd you along with him, the sea of people becoming blurs as you pass by them. You're assisted up red carpeted stairs and soon you're entering a quiet, more private room. Eyes look your way at your arrival and you see familiar faces with some not so familiar.

"Ah, Kookie." Jimin says, seated between his wives who both smile your way. The last time you've seen them was for dinner and you probably looked idiotic to be with the same man you've ran from. "And little mouse. You look dashing as always. Are you and Kookie trying to compete with us?" Jimin is joking, champagne glass in hand as he speaks.

Jungkook scoffs from next to you, his hands never leave a part of your body. They move up your arm, rubbing slightly as he responds. "I always dress to compete, Hyung."

Jimin rolls his eyes. "Competitive for what reason, Kookie?" Jimin stands, patting both thighs of his wives. "As competetive as you are, hopefully you set your right bet on the death match."

"I always do." Jungkook retorts. He turns his head to you. "Do you want to stay with Momoka and Hee-sun? If not I don't mind staying with you."

You glance at the women before nodding. He couldn't stay with you the entire night after all. So Jungkook watches as you make your way to the women and bow before he slowly makes his way towards his Hyungs.

"Champagne?" Momoka asks. Her hair is pinned into a low ponytail, trailing down her back as you remembered. She's already pouring a glass for you before you can respond.

"How have you been?" Hee-sun questions when Momoka hands you the champagne glass. "It's been long since we've seen you."

"I'm here, aren't I?" you laugh nervously, sipping the champagne. "As embarrassing as it is."

Hee-sun offers you a small smile before responding. "You appear more comfortable than last time." she notes.

"I agree." Momoka chimes. "And you're glowing. Are you pregnant?"

You choke on the champagne and shake your head. Your eyes connect with Jungkook - he's standing far away next to who you now know as Namjoon, Hye-Jin's father. He furrows his brows to you, a silent gesture he often did to see if you were alright. You nod your head before glancing back at Momoka. "N-No. Not yet at least."

"Oh. Maybe the sex is great then." Hee-sun giggles, but when you don't agree she tilts her head. "Is it...not?"

You can't recall the last time you had "girl talks" with anyone. Being the youngest, your sisters didn't speak with you this way And by the time you were of age, they were already popping out babies and the simple talk of sex never came up. You had a few acuaintances, but yet and still you rarely experienced anything over all sexual to speak with them about.

"I never did that." you cross your legs under their gaze. "His tongue feels good, I suppose." you responded meekly, not knowing what else to say.

Momoka is the first to release a laugh, and Hee-sun follows suit. "You're so cute." Momoka coos, and you knit your brows at her. "I think you suit Jungkook perfectly. It's nice to see him bring a woman. He never does."

"She's fine, Jungkook." Taehyung places a hand on the younger shoulder. "You've been staring for too long. You're going to creep her out."

Jungkook rolls his eyes and rolls Taehyung's hand off his shoulder. "I'm just making sure she's comfortable." he murmurs. "She's never been here before."

"They're talking about sex." Jimin shrugs, entering the conversation.

"How do you know?" Jungkook eyes are wide.

"All girls talk about sex, little one." Taehyung scoffs. "How is she?" Jungkook sends a pointed look to Taehyung who snickers. "We always share our sexual adventures."

"Without my consent." Jungkook deadpans. "Why do I need to know you enjoy wearing a collar and leash?"

Jimin laughs, eyes turning to mini crescent moons at Jungkooks words.

"That's kink shaming!" Taehyung hisses. "I just want to know what we're getting ourselves into after the wedding."

Jungkook glances your way to see you laughing with Momoka and Hee-sun's. He's glad you're opening up and having a bit of fun - and not attempting to escape. He turns back to his hyungs with his tongue in cheek.

"She's still a virgin." Jungkook says. "I'm not sure how I'm going to tell her."

Jimin whistles and Taehyung hums, a smirk forming his lips. "I have never seen a virgin before weddings. Rare. I like it!" Taehyung lists a shot glass and brings it to his lips. "To her virginity." he speaks before downing the shot.

"Are you sure you should take her virginity there?" Jimin ponders. "I mean...that seems more intimate."

Jungkook releases a sigh. He wasn't sure what he was expected to do prior to the wedding. He didn't want to force you into sex unless you were completely considering it. You were growing relaxed with him and the agreement - he didn't want to change that just to have sex. He was a patient man, after all.

"We'll see what happens when the time comes." Jungkook responds, turning his head to make sure you were alright.

"You're so hot, Y/N." Momoka slurs, holding your face in your hands. "I can't wait to see your baby. Your genes with Jungkook's would be..."

"Immaculate!" Hee-sun cheers.

About 2 hours in and you haven't stopped drinking with the two women. Jungkook had since gone to the death match - asking if you'd want him to stay or go. You assured you'd be alright with Hee-sin and Momoka. You felt humid, but blamed it on the alcohol consumption. You were overall pleased with them. They didn't judge you or point fingers - they knew your situation and how you handle things. It was hard to accept something big as being apart of Bangtan - as a soon to be wife - and took some getting use to.

"Yes. Immaculate!" Momoka giggles, followed by Hee-sun then you. "I need to pee."

"Me, too." Hee-sun sighs. "Do you, Y/N?"

You shake your head, setting down the once hall full champagne glass. "I can wait here for you two." you fan yourself, wondering if the air was on.

The door crashes open and you see a mosh of people strolling through. You see the familiar faces of Jimin and Taehyung, arms wrapped around one another and jumping in the same spot. You spot Jin, who's laughing with Namjoon, ears red and even Yoongi looks excited - gummy smile on display. "We won billions of won." you hear Jimin shriek as they enter. You assumed they won whatever bet they placed - witnessing their happiness makes you smile.

Your eyes search the crowd for Jungkook. You hear champagne bottles pop and pour all around you, but you don't see him in the crowd. It takes you a little over 5 minutes to spot him. Your mind is hazy and your vision is blurred - but you can see him clearly. He's in the corner of the room, hands holding a champagne glass. What makes your eyes narrow is the woman he's speaking with - she's blond, but by the dark roots you know it isn't natural. Her eyes are glowing at him, and her hands are slightly touching his chest as she laughs. By the way she gazes at him, you know what she wants.

Jungkook is uninterested in what Shu-hua has to say, but he listens half-heartedly. He was tipsy - the death match hyping him up to drink more since he knew you'd be alright with Momoka and Hees-sun. He would have made his way to you if Shu-hua didn't stop him to talk - complimenting his for his betting skills and winning the amount of money for Bangtan.

"Kookie." Jungkook's ears twitch when you hear your voice after hours. He turns to see you approaching them, a smile on your lips. You don't acknowledge Shu-hua, whose own wide smile is slowly fading at your arrival. "I heard you won the bet!" you wrap your arms around him, your face in his chest and eyes narrowing at a stunned Shu-hua.

Jungkook wraps his arms around you, melting into your touch. You never called him that. You rarely hugged him - no matter how comfortable you've gotten with him. He hums in your embrace. Shu-hua takes a step back when she watches you place your lips on a stunned - but willing - Jungkook.

Maybe it was because you were drunk.

Deep in the back of your mind, you were telling yourself that you were jealous - but you couldn't be.

You weren't doing this for jealousy. You were doing this for your family. Sehun was thriving in his career - as was Ye-Rim. Hyun-woo was in rehab and when he was released, you could only hope he'd be a better man. Yechan was getting the support she needed. Soo-ah adored Jungkook as her uncle - and you'd be damned if you'd allow another woman to come and snatch that from them.

Your hands clench around Jungkook's neck, lips biting his. Jungkook's hands squeeze your hips at the act he enjoyed. "You seem affectionate." he says against your lips.

"Can't I congratulate you?" you hum in response, innocently. You glanced around to see that Shua-hua was no longer in sight. Your gloved hands rub along his chest, tilting your head. "You won the bet after all. That deserves a special kind of congratulations."

Jungkook knit his brows at you. "Is that so?" he hums. He feels your lips kiss along his neck and is glad the heels you wore gives you the needed height to do so.

Your kisses are feathery, tickling his skin before he feels you bite down on it, tugging it. He releases a groan, hand tightly on your hips as you bite along him more.

"To the engaged couple!" you hear a slur from behind you before a bottle pops - right onto you and Jungkook. "Oh shit, that wasn't supposed to happen." Taehyung drops the bottle with wide eyes.

"I think it's time for you to go." Yoongi rolls his eyes, but smirks at you and Jungkook.

"Come on." Jungkook huffs, glaring at Taehyung. He pulls you into the restroom - it was surprisingly empty. You see him handing you a few paper towels to dry yourself off, apologizing for Taehyung's behavior, but you aren't upset.

You once again find your lips on Jungkook's, kissing him with your glove hands makes their way to his belt. It doesn't take you anytime to reach in and pump his already hard cock. 

Jungkook removes his lips from yours. "What if someone walks in?" he moans, the grip of his cock in your hands felt amazing. 

"Let them watch then." you don't care, not even when you get on your knees and pump him more - tongue licking his tip.

Jungkook pushes his head back. You were dirty - and he was loving it. He isn't sure what changed in the last few months - and even the last few hours - but he was enjoying the intimacy with you. 

"You can thrust into me." you say, tongue still twirling. "I don't mind."

Jungkook hisses. He does - but is slow. He enjoys the look of your lips gripping his cock tightly and the way your ears are staring into his - teary but filled with lust. You remove yourself from him and frown. "Your thrusts are weak, Kookie." you taunt, slapping his bare thighs. 

Jungkook's eyes darkened. He enters your mouth once more, cock reaching the back of your throat. It takes everything - absolutely everything - to not vomit. Jungkook's cock reached your throat with a powerful buck of his hips, angered at your words. But it does nothing but embarrassingly make you wet at his dominance. Rarely would Jungkook show this side while intimate - but when he did it was the switch that turned you on greatly. 

"You fucking bitch." Jungkook grunts - he wishes he could be here with you forever, those pretty lips wrapped around his cock. "I try my hardest to not bend you over and fuck you every chance I get. And you have the nerve to speak to me like that?" Jungkook buckles into your throat, slamming roughly. Your makeup was smeared, the maskera you wore dripping down your face and Jungkook thought you were gorgeous - far more than any woman he's seen. "I'm going to cum down your throat. And you're going to swallow it all, right?"

You nod your head, humming. At the vibration coming from your throat, Jungkook pushes his head back and shoots his cum into you. It makes you gag, but you're determined to swallow it all.

Jungkook removes himself from your lips, a trail of saliva and cum connected from it to your lips. He pushes his pants up and roughly yanks you to your feet. Your hands connects with his face roughly, a slap echoing across the quiet restroom. 

Jungkook hisses in satisfaction, allowing you to hit him once more before he catches your hands he shoves you to the closest wall. One hand wraps around your throat and his tongue licks along your ears. "Don't worry baby, I'm going to make you cum, too." he moans, voice deep and hot against you. 

You feel Jungkook's free hand push your dress to the side, pulling harshly against the panties you wore until they were ripped and on the ground, discarded. You slaps your ass a few times, enjoying the way you jump and moan for him. "You're already wet, baby. It makes it easy for me fuck my fingers into you."

Jungkook rubs against your clit, your wetness eloping his fingers. 

"Are you two alright - oh shit!" Taehyung covers his eyes before turning away from them. "I'm so sorry about the dress, Y/N. I-"

"Can you get the fuck out?" Jungkook hisses, his fingers not stopping their assault on your clit. 

"Rude." Taehyung hisses, hands still on his eyes. "But hot. I'll see you around, Y/N." Taehyung leaves without a care.

You can't bring yourself to care either, not when Jungkook turns you around and gets on his knees. He manages to lift you, your back on the wall while your legs wrap around his neck. The act of being caught makes you more wet - and the both of you are adoring it.

Jungkook licks along your clit, his head shaking side to side. Your hands pulls his hair the way he enjoys, all the while you're breathing heavy and moaning his name. 

How Jungkook manages to keep you up with one arm all the while fingering you with his free hand is beyond you - but you don't question it. His fingers are thrusting roughly inside of you, tongue ravishing your clit. The sight was filthy  - but it would be replaying in your mind for days to come. 

"You're about to cum aren't you?" Jungkook chuckles. He curls his fingers inside you, pumping nonstop. "Cum all over my finger and tongue, baby."

You're loud - the both of you are. But you can't bring yourself to care. You grip Jungkook's hair even tighter but he doesn't stop. Your stomach clenches and Jungkook knows it, you're squirting against him. The taste is salty, yet sweet and he savors every moment of it. He allows you to breathe before gently placing you down onto your feet. He makes sure you're able to stand before he turns on the water to wash his face. 

"I want you to fuck me." Jungkook hears you say, his eyes raising his brows at you through the reflection of the mirror.

Jungkook wets the paper towels before turning. He wipes your face and lips before chuckling. "Why the sudden need to do that?"

You bite your lip before shrugging. Seeing him with Shua-hua was enough - but you couldn't say that aloud. He would think you were jealous - and you weren't. You had to be terrirtorial over who was feeding your family. 

"I'm not taking your virginity in an underground casino restroom." Jungkook shakes his head, hand on your cheek. "And I'm not doing that while we're both not sober."

You frown, but all Jungkook does is place a kiss on your forehead. 

Jungkook's feet touched the cold marble floor, his small hands cupping the action figure to his chest. He couldn't sleep - and going to Jung-hyun's room was the only option the 6 year old had in mind. He had to be quiet - his father didn't like when he wandered in the middle of the night. He manages to get past the tall men in suits as they were barely paying attention. As he gets to his brother's door, he gently twists it open and pokes his small head in. Jung-hyun wasn't asleep, he had his lamp on and read something in his lap.

"Hyung." Jungkook's voice calls for him.

Jung-hyun snaps his head up and frowns. He throws the book to the side. "Why are you here?" Jung-hyun questions. "How did you make it this far?"

Jungkook takes a step inside, but Jung-hyun gets out of his bed and shakes his head. "You can't come in. I'm reading." he hisses. "And no you can't read it with me. It's not a book for you."

Jungkook frowns. He clenches his action figure and narrows his eyes at his brother. "I can't sleep." he murmurs.

Jung-hyun rolls his eyes. "Do you want ice cream?" he suggests. This was what Jungkook did at least once a week, and each time Jung-hyun had the same solution. Nothing a little ice cream with a few drops of liquid melatonin to get his brother to sleep.

Jungkook nodded his head and soon, him and Jung-hyun were tiptoeing down the hall towards the kitchen. He held his brothers hands tightly in his smaller one, the idea of having ice cream was thrilling.

Jung-hyun suddenly stops, his head turning to the open door to his dad's office. It was cracked, and he was sure he and Jungkook could walk past without being caught. But it wasn't guarenteed if they could return the same way.

Jungkook peaks inside the room. He sees his mother and father. His father appeared angry - something he always was. The veins on his neck were pulsing and the look in his eyes made Jungkook shrink behind his elder brother. What makes Jungkook strartled was the way his father's hand reaches out for his mother's hair, throwing her roughly down to the ground. A loud slap echoed through the room and it makes Jungkook silently cry, inching closer to the door to help his mother.

Jung-hyun grabs his brother and yanks him back. "We need to go back to bed." he whispers roughly. He wasn't going to be in the center of their parents'situation - it never turned out well. He forces Jungkook away from the door, the tears falling down his cheeks at a rapid pace. The idea of ice cream left both of their minds.

Jung-hyun allows Jungkook to sleep in his bed, the exhaustion of crying makes him fall asleep much faster.

As Jungkook grew in age, he realized that it was the best that he didn't have a great relationship with his father. From a young age, he knew he wanted to be different from the cold older man. He was the youngest child and didn't have the luxury of being with his father often. His father was a cold man who rarely smiled at his children - if ever at all. He was never a hands-on father who attended important events in his sons lives. At the age of 10, he recalled his eyes scanning the crowd at an art show he participated in in middle school to be disappointed when he only saw his mother and brother. He dropped out of the art show the following month.

From the age of 6, after witnessing his mother being beaten by his father, Jungkook knew his father was - by the way he spoke so harshly to his wife and berated her at every given moment. Mentally and emotionally, claiming that his mother would be nothing if it wasn't for him and his money, just to apologize moments later with the moment he held against her head. Of course, physically - too many times for a young Jungkook to count. He hid behind every corner when his father struck his mother, Jung-hyun holding him close and assured him it was something adults did. But it wasn't. He visited Jin-hyung's home often, and his parents were normal. Loving. Yoongi-hyung's father was strict, but he made sure to pat his son on the back when he was proud.

A 15 year old Jungkook enters his father's office. He grew tremendously in size, towering over his mother easily and even rivaling his fathers height. He recalls the first time he stood in front of his father's flying hand, grasping it tightly to defend his mother, he was sent out of the house. Jung-hyun by this time had his own home and welcomed him easily. For the week, he remained with his brother until his father demanded he return and apologize. He did only for his mother's sake - her eyes begging him.

Jungkook was no fool, he was young, but he wasn't clueless. He was no idiot about what his father and his group of close friends did. Their wealth was a familiar business that went back generations - all illegal money running through. His father was a stone cold man who he has never heard of a single "I love you" from. Jungkook's mind pondered if he was capable of love or just hate. Maybe it was easier for him to put the bullet into his father's back that way.

As he enters the office and witnesses the tears stream down his mother's face, cowering on the ground above his father. He lifts the gun, trembling. He doesn't say anything when he pulls the trigger, the bullet piecing his father right through the heart. He doesn't remember a lot from that day - all he does is his mother's screams and cries. He recalls Jung-hyun coming that night and making his shower and get rid of clothing. There are a few flickers of memories of his mother coming to his side, grasping the gun from him and pushing him away. She took the blame in the end, and the business had gone to him and Jung-hyun, who were both far too young to handle. He was glad he had older Hyungs to rely on. The only reason there weren't any consequences for killing the older Jeon man was because Jungkook and Jun-hyun were of age.

In Jungkook's mind, even now as he looks at his reflection, the age of 15 was when he became a man - and a murderer to protect his mother once again from the man who was suppose to love her. he was glad he didn't have to worry about his mother anymore. As a child, he couldn't help her when the bruises littered her skin, or when he found her lying in a pool of her own self inflicted blood. But he knew at that moment when his father's body hit the floor, that she was safe from him. She was free.

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forever&never | jeon jungkook

summary: the line between friendship and more has always been a little blurred for y/n and jungkook. this time it’s basically been erased completely and in its wake is a huge mess of miscommunicated intentions. and as much as you tried, you’ll never be just friends again.

➣ friends to lovers/idiots to lovers

➣ 11.6k words

➣ best friend!jk x girl best friend!reader [she/her pronouns]

warnings: smut. mild angst. pretty soft acctually. jealousy. lack of communication. make out. heavy petting. oral sėx [f and m]. blowjøb. breastplay. protection sėx. riding. missionary. ass slapping lol. light dirty. roughish. both experienced. teasing.

song inspo: all I want — brent faiyaz, [lovers or friends, that all depends on you] just friends — hayden james [it started off just a touch, innocent like friends] billie bossa nova — billie eilish [i’m not sentimental but there’s something bout the way you look tonight]

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The room was dark, well mostly dark. His single large window aimed straight across his bed. A small rectangle of light laid on his covers just over the bump of the sleeping form next to him. She was tucked under the sheets deep in REM turned on her side and away from him.

He stared at the ceiling in thought, one hand under his head pointing his elbow out and the other was holding the bright device. It was buzzing quietly and the time was replaced by an image. There was a name on the screen with a dumb emoji and the picture was of you. It was of your face with drool down your cheek, mouth parted mid-snore, and Jungkook holding up a peace sign.

Every time he looked at how ugly you slept it made him laugh, so he slid the button across the screen and answered, “Hello?”

“Finally,” you said with a sigh, “I’ve been calling for like a whole minute.”

“Poor you,” he whispered, turning on his side and away from the person sleeping on the other end of his bed, “Now what do you want?”

“Come pretend to be my boyfriend and act like you’ve just caught me cheating,” you said as if it was the most simple request. He scoffed, “It’s midnight.”

“So? Fine, no jaw dropping performance” You stared at your reflection in the women’s restroom mirror. Girls crowded around you touching up their makeup, talking loudly, “But can you still pick me up? Pretty please?”

He groaned, louder than intended as he flipped back onto his back, still in thought. The person next to him stirred, a sound coming from their lips that had Jungkook’s eyes squeezing shut. Your end went silent and he could practically see the wheels turning in your head. After a long moment of silence you released an annoyed sounding sigh, “Fine whatever, I’ll just go home with this guy if you’re going to be lame. If something happens to me I want you to know it’s all your fault.”

The call ended and he laid there for a couple seconds in disbelief.

Drama queen.

He made himself comfortable in bed, distancing himself from the girl next to him. He took a big inhale and released as he felt his body attempt to fall asleep but there was something in the back of his mind.

You called him. No, like, you called him. He’s your friend and you felt safe enough to call him this late to get you out of a tough situation. Whatever, he thought as he turned on his side.

It’s midnight, and you called him because you’re somewhere you don’t want to be with someone you don’t want to be with. Plus, you already jinxed yourself and him. You said if something bad happens then it’s his fault and he can’t have that on his conscience. With a groan loud enough to wake the sleeping person next to him, he was up and blindly searching for clothes.

“What are you doing? Come back to bed,” the girl grumbled in her sleep as his pulled on some black sweats and a hoodie. He was already grabbing his things and heading to the door.

“I’ll be right back, go to sleep,” he whispered back before leaving. She’ll understand in the morning.

It didn’t take him long to get to the address you sent him. He offered to go in and get you but shortly after you were walking out of the bar in an outfit meant for a night out. He wasn’t even parked, his car was just stopped at the curb and he lowered his window for you to see him.

You shivered hugging your arms as you jogged as best as you could in heels. They clacked against the pavement as you crossed the street to him and he watched you go over to the passenger’s side. You stuck a trembling hand into the door handle and pulled only for it to not open. You did it again, slightly more frustrated as the cold began to really hit you.

“Open the fucking door,” you whined moving to the back door and yanking. Jungkook just smiled as he watched you struggle, “Say the magic word.”

“Please?”

“Wrong.”

“Jungkook!” You shouted out in annoyance and his grin only grew wider as he finally unlocked it. You yanked it open and immediate closed yourself in, running your hands over your exposed legs for warmth, “It is so cold out there, asshole.”

“Nobody told you not to wear a jacket,” Jungkook said, reaching into the backseat for the jacket that’s been sitting in his car for days. You took it from his hands as you said, “It would ruin my outfit.”

He looked over to see what you were wearing. A little green dress that complimented your skin tone and accentuated your legs. It rode up on your thigh when you sat down but he tried not to notice. You got yourself situated by the time the car got moving, “Thanks for picking me up.”

“Yeah well you got me worried when you decided to put the blame on me so fuck you for that,” he did a U-turn with only one hand on the steering wheel and his other arm rested on the window ledge. You smiled cheekily, “Muah, you’re the sweetest. Were you with anyone?”

“Um,” he thought about it. Obviously he had been with someone but he’s not sure if he should say it. Well, there’s no reason he shouldn’t. “Yeah, but she’s asleep.”

“Oh my god, you should’ve told me! I would’ve called Hobi or something,” you said but he just shrugged in response. You bit your lip, “Anyone you’re serious about?”

“I don’t know, it’s the second time I’ve met up with her,” he answered honestly, shifting his gaze to you to see your reaction. You just gave a nod before looking out the window. His eyes went back and forth from the road to you wanting to know what you were thinking.

He cleared his throat, “It’s probably not going to go anywhere. I think we’re both just having fun.”

By the time you arrived to the front of your apartment, Jungkook put his car in Park and turned to you, “Text me when you get inside.”

You waved him off barely even listening to what he was saying as you felt around for your keys. Jungkook flicked your forehead making you glare at him, “I’m waiting here till you text me you’re inside, got it?”

“Yes, yes, whatever, I’ll text you,” you told him opening the door and stepping out. You leaned down so you could still see inside and gave him a smile, “Thanks for picking me up, Kookie.”

“Don’t call me that,” he groaned as you rolled your eyes in response. When you finally shut his door and made it around the car, you let out a squeal as he suddenly honked the horn. You turned only from him to be holding up a middle finger against the window which you gladly gave back to him before disappearing inside the building.

Finally inside your apartment, you sent him a text telling him you’re still alive and went to bed.

There’s one thing you can’t explain and that is your friendship with Jeon Jungkook.

It was just a friendship, nothing more, nothing less. It was fun and lighthearted, no hidden feelings, nothing. Neither one of you have made a move on the other and if one did neither of you noticed. As far as you knew, he was just a friend. Everyone knows that’s all you two were and that’s what made you content.

To you, he was a great guy friend. He wards off drunk guys at the club, he gives his honest opinion, and honest just a good guy. What you have is a genuine friendship in your eyes. He flicks your forehead, calls you a bitch during matches, plays mature pranks on, basically treats you like one of the guys.

You met him in a pretty average, boring way. It was in class last semester when you had an assignment together. You found out you had a close mutual friend, Taehyung, and things just went from there. You befriended some of his friends like Jimin, and you were invited to a lot of things. It was only natural you’d get close to him as a friend.

So, as your friend, he was really doing you a favor. When you came back from the kitchen you were hoping to return to your seat. Clearly that didn’t happen as some girl sat there sandwiched between Jungkook and Namjoon trying to make conversation. At first you had full intentions on finding the next available place but something stopped you.

Jungkook didn’t even bother looking at you as he listened to the girl. He was aware of your presence anyway, and he brought an arm up to stop you. His arm was on your thighs and he was slowly pulling you back to him. It was all the push you needed to sit down on his leg turning your body to face the people sitting on the other couch.

“So who’d you say your roommate was again?” Jungkook asked the girl as his arm pulled away from you once you were seated. He rested it on the back of the couch now while the other held a beer. The girl looked at you watching you on your phone texting someone, completely ignoring your new seat.

“Um, Jieun,” the girl said and Jungkook nodded in acknowledgement. His eyes wandered away from her taking a peak at your phone screen. You were on Instagram with some guy in your DMs and he acted.

The hand holding the cold beer came down to your thigh pressing the cold can against you. You jumped at the feel pushing his hand away and turning to him.

“Aren’t you friends with a ‘Jieun’?” He asked drinking his beer. You gave a nod looking between the two and the girl looked you in the eye. It only last a little before her gaze was shifting away. You looked to Jungkook waiting for him to go on but he only pointed to the girl.

“That’s her roommate,” he said in a ‘matter-of-fact’ tone, slurring a little, “What’s your name again?”

You gave an unamused roll of your eyes at him before looking at her, “Yuna? I think Jieun’s told me that before.”

She smiled now, “Yeah.”

Jungkook tuned you out as you talked with Yuna and you moved over to his other leg to talk to her about some celebrity crush you shared. He got on his phone using your back as a shield and went through his notifications. He had plenty of messages but it took too much effort for him to answer right now. He was getting bored, and drunk, and not in the mood for social hour anymore.

After some time Yuna’s attention was called elsewhere and she left you with a smile and a wave goodbye. When she up you took the opportunity to finally get off Jungkook’s lap and sit back in your old seat. You kicked a leg over the other and slouched back in exhaustion, “Meeting new people is so tiring.”

“Aren’t you meeting someone new tomorrow?” Namjoon asked now that the person from outside their inner circle left. You looked at him, narrowing your eyes as he outed you in front of the others. His brows were furrowed in utter confusion still not understanding. You rolled your eyes staring forward, “I don’t know if I’m going to or not.”

“Are you gonna go see a guy?” Jungkook asked sitting up a little. Jimin looked between everyone before asking, “What’s his name? Do I know him?”

Namjoon’s eyes opened in realized, alright, so you only told him.

For clarification, you do have friends who aren’t male, but you mostly hang out with these guys. So naturally, you’ll confide in them for some stuff. You should’ve known Namjoon wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut so this is probably your fault. You didn’t even mean to tell anyone but you were talking with him on your way to class and it just sort of slipped out. Now everyone’s going to know why you didn’t want to go out for drinks tomorrow with the others.

“You don’t know him,” you said, but only more questions came. Jungkook was fully turned to you now , “How do you know him?”

“I don’t, he’s from Tinder,” You answered honestly and though you could tell he had more to say he let it go.

“Whatever, let's talk about the chick Jungkook is messing around with,” Taehyung said turning his attention to Jungkook now. He released an exasperated sigh and slumped back on the couch. He rolled his eyes, “It wasn’t anything serious. She got mad over something stupid and cut it off.”

‘Wasn’t she just over at your place last weekend?” You asked as you rose to your feet going for a different drink now. Jungkook just shrugged watching you. When he didn’t answer, you let it go, unaware of the his eyes followed your waistline and down.

Jimin chuckled, “Let me guess, you did something wrong?”

“Probably,” Jungkook tore his eyes off you when he couldn’t see you anymore and looked back to the others, “She got mad at me last weekend and we haven’t talked since.”

He wasn’t bothered by it, but it’s more the reason why that bothered him. He’s not usually a relationship guy but he could have a fling with someone for a while, a few weeks even and that’s what he had going on with this, Mina, girl. Right now he’s got nobody and he’s not in the mood to answer one of the dozen DMs in his inbox. “What happened last weekend?” Namjoon asked making Jungkook look up to see if you were coming back yet.

“Y/n called me super late on Saturday, she needed a ride,” Jungkook said and the others waited for him to keep going, “Mina was over and I told her I’d be right back but I guess she didn’t appreciate me leaving to getY/n.”

Jimin busts out laughing, “Well obviously, dumbass. You ditch a girl you most likely had just finished having sex with, to go take another girlfriend home.”

“It’s just Y/n though,” he said with furrowed brows making Taehyung groan. “Just Y/n? Yeah, that’s the problem. Y/n’s your friend, Mina probably thinks there’s something bet—“

“Shh,” Jungkook nodded his head just slightly to where you were starting to come back. He brushed his hair back looking at you now. You gave him a scowl probably thinking he was going to tease you about something before turning to plant your butt back down in the spot between him and Jungkook.

“What are we talking about?” You asked, your thigh pressed against his snuggly due to the tight space on the couch. He placed a hand down on your knee, “You.”

“Me?” Your brows furrowed looking at everyone else, ignoring the shake of your leg by his hand, slowing down and patting your thigh.

“Tell us the guy’s name. I just want to know if I know him,” Namjoon said, making you roll your eyes. “No.”

Jungkook wasn’t fully paying attention anymore, his eyes had drawn to the person across from him. Taehyung looked at him with an unamused expression that said, ‘seriously?’ which made Jungkook’s brows furrow. Taehyung’s eyes trailed to his hand and Jungkook looked down too.

Oh.

He moved his hand off your leg moving to lean further against the armrest to put some distance. Look, you’re his friend, it’s not his fault he’s kind of a touchy person. It’s also not his fault that you don’t seem to even bat an eye so it makes him do it more. He still doesn’t get why it’s such a big deal that he went to get you the night with Mina.

You’re like one of his best friends, that’s all.

When it comes to friends, you feel like you’ve stumbled upon a great selection of them. You’ve got your coworkers, your friends from school, and random strays you’ve collected on the way. Out of all them you can only think of three who could help you out right now.

You tried Sora at first, her opinion was always helpful and blunt, but she wouldn’t pick up.

You tried your coworker, Yoongi, he’s usually an ass but he’ll tell you one just so you leave him alone. That would have been helpful because you’re very indecisive.

Now you’re trying Jungkook, listening to the phone ring praying he’d answer because if he doesn’t, you think you might have a mental breakdown and call the whole night off. You’re this close to doing so.

The familiar beep of the FaceTime connecting came and Jungkook was in front of you. He was sitting on his usual black couch, and a large painting above his head. His hair had been clipped at the sides by small bobby pins, only leaving the pieces that fell over his face. His hair was getting longer so it was curling forward just under his ears. He looked kind of pretty right now, like he was going to go out.

“Where are you going?” You asked jumping right to it. He looked taken aback for a moment, nervously playing with his lip ring, “I’m gonna go out for drinks with someone.”

Your eyes narrowed, “Someone? That one girl you were messing with?”

His jaw clenched for a moment as he looked away, “Someone else.”

“Hm,” was all you said, dragging your eyes away from the silver necklace that sat on his pretty neck. “Do you have a minute because I need your help and if I don’t get it I’ll cry.”

He rolled his eyes as a smile began to form on his face checking the time, “I’ve got time, what happened? Aren’t you meeting that guy tonight?”

“Yes, that’s why I need your help, nobody else was answering,” you said, moving your phone to your desk so he could see all of you. On the screen, Jungkook was leaning forward watching you as you stepped away from your phone giving him a good view from head to toe. You looked at your reflection on the full body mirror you had on your door beginning to talk, “So I want to wear this skirt but I don’t know what to wear on top. Here I’ll show you the options.”

Jungkook nodded in response watching you pick up a cream colored knitted sweater that paired well with the skirt you had up. It looked warm enough and it made you look way more put together than your messy life actually was. He watched you put it over the simple tank you had on just so you wouldn’t be naked in front of him. He hummed, “That looks fine.”

“Okay, how about this one,” you turned your back to him, yanking the next item on and looking at yourself. It was a little on the short side and the shade of the shirt matched your complexion well. It also puts an emphasis on your chest while also looking good with the skirt. Jungkook felt something run down his body.

“Turn for me,” he said but his eyes were glued to the shortness of the skirt, tongue slowly swiping over his lip ring. Something about the way you looked was really capturing his attention. You did as told, turning so your front was facing the phone but your head was turned to the side still looking at yourself. “Wait, I actually look really good in this. Oh my god.”

Jungkook scratched at the back of his neck, “Yeah,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “Let me see the next one.”

“You don’t like it?” You asked looking at him and he shrugged looking away, “Yeah but it’s not my first choice.”

How does he tell you, he really likes it but not for tonight. You looked unbelievably attractive and he can see you wearing that whenever you and him go out for drinks with the others. He can see himself placing his hand where that little sliver of exposed skin between your top and skirt would be. His finger would press against the lower part of your spine, just over where your tailbone will start. He could hear himself making an excuse to touch like having to pull you into his side when a drunk walked a little too close. He sees himself around you when you look this good.

He doesn’t want to picture another guy with you instead.

“No, this looks ugly,” you said finally wearing the last choice, “It looked better in my head. I think I’m going to wear the second one.”

“No,” Jungkook answered, making you look at him again, “Wear the first.”

“Really?” You asked, grabbing the first option you had, “You think this is better than the second?”

“I mean,” he leaned back on the couch, checking the time. He was already running late. “I mean you look good in all of them, I just think the first would… you know.”

“You don’t sound all that sure of the first one Kookie,” you tease. moving to sit in front of your friend. He rolled his eyes at that nickname. He seriously regrets telling you his childhood nickname.

“Alright, I like the second one more but I don’t want you wearing it tonight for some guy you just met,” Jungkook finally said.

Whatever, he’s just being honest but you didn’t get it. Part of you wondered what he meant and the other part felt like it knew. With curious eyes you said, “You think I look hot in it?”

He released a breathy laugh, messing up his hair, “Obviously. So, yeah, I don’t want you wearing that tonight. You don’t even know if the guy’s worth getting all pretty for, Y/n.”

“Ugh, okay—He’s here, oh my god I have to go,” you suddenly panicked looking around your bedroom, “I’m not even wearing shoes.”

“Be careful, bye,” he said, hanging up.

His phone sat on his toned chest as he sighed, he hopes you don’t wear his favorite outfit tonight. If you do choose to wear it or look that good in something, he’d like it to be for him.

Jungkook doesn’t like you, you’re his friend. A very good friend, a forever bestie, that’s all. You’re like one of the guys to him, he messes with you the same way he messes with Jin or Yoongi. He just likes to push your buttons because when you get annoyed, there’s this look in your eyes that makes him go crazy. It just makes you look so attractive but he would never go for you.

He’s not even interested in a serious relationship so it’d seem like such a waste to see where it could go with you. And okay if it just so happened to, you know, be great then maybe he would settle down in a relationship. That’s very unlikely—not like he’s been thinking about it. Not at all.

He especially doesn’t see you as anything other than a friend right now that you’re practically clinging to him, not even when his hand rests on your lower back wearing that outfit he liked the other night, all just for him. Your hand was on his chest, “You need to stop working out, you’re getting so big.”

With that, your hand trailed further down to where his abdomen was, going over the soft ridges of muscle toward his bellybutton. He held in a breath watching you with hazy eyes. He’s realizing now that it was a bad idea to come out for drinks with you and nobody else. Now you’re both a little tipsy and very touchy.

“You don’t like it?” He asked in a husky voice as he pulled you in just a little more when a group of girls walked by in search of the bar. You stumbled into him, “I do, that’s the problem. You’re looking too good.”

“That’s a real shame,” he chuckled breathlessly, licking his lips as he looked down at you with dark eyes, “You don’t want to find me attractive? Is it distracting?”

“Full of yourself? You know I think you’re attractive,” you giggled making him smile.

You’re his friend.

You’re just a friend.

You’re like a best friend.

He's not sure if he's the one who took the step forward but all he knew was that you two were moving closer. His hands were on your waist as his head dipped down to meet yours. Your mouth was on his in a second, hands cupping his cheeks as your lips met, hesitant at first before going all in.

It was messy, a little too eager for being a first kiss between you two. In his eyes, and maybe yours too, it had been a long time coming. His hands tightening their grip as he pressed you against him until your neck was angled so that you could kiss him despite your height difference. Your arms wrapped around his neck trying to pull yourself up to kiss him better and he eagerly granted you more access. It was a sight to be seen, the way his jaw moved so effortlessly in a kiss like he was hungry for your mouth, tongue licking along your bottom lip until your lips parted for him.

You let your tongue poke inside exploring the warmth of his mouth. His eyes fell shut deepening the kiss with his tongue and yours relishing in your make out. You kissed along the corners of his mouth, a hand flat on his shirt while you trailed down toward his jaw. He licked his dry lips when he felt the tender affections on the angle of his jaw as the hand over his t-shirt ran over his chest. He let his head fall back trying to catch his breath when you playfully nipped at skin, kissing away any pain and sucking lightly.

There was a small pause, pulling away to catch your breaths and this should have been a moment to reflect. You knew in the back of your mind that you and Jungkook have never kissed. Your friendship has been just that, a friendship, and not the kissing kind.

He always knew you were a great kisser. He had never kissed you before in the past but it's not like he didn't think about it. The few times he's seen you make out with a guy somewhere on campus or in the parking lot told him enough of that. He always walked past slightly annoyed but he always thought it was because he wasn’t getting any action. He didn’t think anything of the glare he’d send guys who approached you when you were out with friends. He must have misread it as being protective over his friend and not jealousy.

“Wanna get out of here?” He asked leaning in for a kiss, biting on your bottom lip as he tugged out making you sigh into it. You nodded in response and he smirked reaching down for your hand and led you toward the doors of the packed club.

The drive to your apartment was quiet aside from some music. Jungkook drove with his hand on your thigh, a firm grip on the soft flesh very close to where your skirt ended. He gave teasing strokes making you wiggle in your seat and without thinking you reached across the console and connected your lips with his neck for a quick moment making him bite into his bottom lip to concentrate on the road.

Once inside your apartment, you led him right to your room. Neither one of you were thinking about what this could mean, all you were thinking about was what it would be like to have him down between your legs. He sat on the edge of your bed pulling you down next to him and immediately connecting his lips with yours once more. There was a hint of a smile into the kiss as he deepened it, dipping his head low. His arm you'd been tracing made its way up to your face cupping your cheek keeping you close. You straightened your back hoping to get closer to him, your hands going to his thighs for support.

Just as you were moving closer to his groin area he reached for one of your wrists. Not stopping the kiss he pulled your hand away leading you to lay back on your bed. You followed his movements laying down as he effortlessly pushed you further up your sheets so he could hover over you. He kissed down your neck, sucking softly on a spot he felt you twitch at. Your hands tugged on his shirt and though it was a quick pace he sat up pulling the shirt off.

He yanked it off feeling your hands fly to his belt loop but he stopped you again. He was slightly out of breath as he spoke, "Y/n..."

He leaned over you trapping you under his hands which rested on either side of your head. “Take this off.” He motioned to your shirt which had been buttoned at the front and you brought your small hands to the top. He watched closely as you undid the first button slowly. Then the second, then the one just over your breasts which bulged through the opening making him lick his lips. You ran your finger teasingly down the valley between your breasts stopping at the next button and undoing it. His eyes were trained on what you were doing, letting his hips press down against yours.

Impatience coursed through his veins and with one hand he yanked on the last buttons pushing it off your shoulders making you lean up enough for him to take it off you the rest of the way. Now that it was out of the way he let his hand trail along your side and over your bra. His mouth left wet kisses down to your collarbone and between your breasts. You let out a sigh feeling his firm touch, big callous hands, from working out, touching the softness of your tits. You moved to unclip your bra, sliding it off. He left a gentle, teasing kiss on your right breast.

His hand cupped the breast kissing on the sides, "You gonna let me touch?”

His voice was airy as he let his tongue poke at your nipple. His thumb swiped over it feeling it begin to harden and let his other hand cup your other breast too. He repeated the actions a couple times letting his hair tickle your neck before his lips circled around the hardened bud, eyes locked on yours as he began to suck.

"That feels good," you whined, wriggling around a little for more. You have obviously never done this with him but his teasing pace was doing things to your body that you’re not used to feeling for him.

He looked up at you, tongue flicking your nipple as his other hand groped the flesh of your left breast. He didn't say anything but didn't move quicker. You wanted to rub your thighs together but with him laying between them it was hard to. Instead you ended up just trying to rut up against him.

When he pulled back a small string of saliva connected his bottom lip to your boob and before you could say anything he moved on to the other. You felt strange, getting so turned on with foreplay. You touched along his back wanting to feel more of him pushing your breasts in his face. He eagerly sucked on your nipples, coating them in spit that made you feel dirty in a good way. Once your nipples were as stiff as they could get he moved along down your stomach. He never once pulled his lips off your skin, not even when he tugged at the fabric of your little black skirt that hugged your ass so wonderfully that his eyes had been drawn to it all night. He yanked it down your legs sitting back again looking down at your wriggling body.

Below him you looked so pretty. Hair splayed across your bed sheets. Expression full of lust with darkened eyes. Exposed breasts moving with every pant of breath you took. Your frilly underwear that left little to imagination and with a smile he leaned forward to capture your lips with his again, “You’re so hot.”

“I know, I always feel your eyes on me,” you said between kisses as you let your tongue stick out past your lips for his to fondle.

A hand trailed down to the hem of your underwear. He relished every soft sound you let out, releasing his own sigh against your skin, "Because you like to wear those little skirts and dresses around me.”

You groaned letting your hips buck into him feeling the smallest hint of a bulge in his jeans. He grunted shortly, finally removing your underwear as he went back to your breasts hungrily latching onto a nipple again. He slid your right leg up until it was bent close to your stomach, exposing more of your wet pussy. Silky strings of arousal coated his fingers as he ran them between your folds and over your clit. At the hint of some stimulation you began to meet the efforts of his hands with a roll of your hips. Unable to keep himself from a taste he dropped to be faced with your cunt.

With a groan, he pushed his nose into the wet pussy and inhaled deeply. Some slick nipped at the tip of his nose. He just wanted to please you and make you feel good. He wanted to make you forget about any other guy and remember that if you want to dress like this he wants it to be for him. His mouth closed over the stiffened clit suddenly and he began to lick and suck you, feeling the outline of your slit get his chin wet. He was lost in his own world, hips rutting against the bed as his tongue worked to taste your raw essence.

You were the sweetest thing to ever grace his tongue. His thick tongue lapped at your juices, running through your slit and pushing into your warm hole. He was quite literally tongue fucking you with a hand to your chest groping your tits again. If he could suck on them while feasting on your pussy he'd be in heaven.

You were in ecstasy with his mouth slobbering all over your cunt making you fuck up into his face. He swirled over your sensitive bud using his other hand to spread out your soft folds. His tongue fucked into your pussy as far as he could go before feeling your walls clench around him. It only made the hand on your tits rougher groping more into his hand holding your hips anchored down to the bed as you began to shake.

"Koo—" you moaned softly hands in his soft dark hair keeping him in place. He stopped, still close enough to your pussy for his breath to hit your sensitive skin. He looked up, “How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that?”

You rolled your eyes, “Shut up, Kookie,” with that you placed a hand over his head and led him back down to your pussy. Too distracted by the thought of making you cum on his tongue, he went back in. He focused on your clit, tongue flattening over it and shaking his head from side to side feeling your walls tighten. He repeated the action with more effort and then he felt it. Just under where he had been licking your little clitty, your release came. He kept going, feeling the slick coat his chin and drip further down your open legs before stopping it with his tongue so he could taste. He eased you through your orgasm with a hand stretched across your body letting your hips guide him in a rhythmic motion through your high. Jungkook pulled back a moment, swiping his tongue on his lip, licking a small drop off as caught your breath.

With an effort to lean up and kiss along your neck, you caught him off balance making him land on the bed instead. Quickly before he could try and stop you, you were yanking his Jean button open and tugging at the zipper. He hissed at the sudden friction of losing the thick layer of denim from his member. He let you slide them off, muscles tensing when he tried to lean up to kiss you.

You met him halfway, a messy tongue kiss mixed with the taste of your arousal and spit. Distracting him enough with the kiss you let your hand go over his bulge from his briefs.

His breath caught in his throat at the first feel of your palm over his cock. His eyes glazed over as you smiled seductively at him kissing the tip of his nose before letting your hand slide past the briefs and touching him directly. You start with a couple experimental strokes, his mouth drawn open in a silent moan, "Do you want me to stop?"

His brows are knitted together, a hand over your hair and the other fisted up to his forehead. He shook his head licking his lips, "I swear to God if you stop, I’ll…" his voice was hoarse, feeling you bring your face closer to his tip, licking it gently, tasting the bead of precum on your taste buds. “You’ll what?”

You flatten your tongue on the underside of his cock, a teasing long kitten lick from his base to his tip. You stopped at the head letting spit pool in your mouth and onto his cock keeping your eyes on his. Then, his eyes meet yours slowly and you swallow more of his length into your mouth. His eyes scrunched closed in pleasure, biting the back of his hand to stifle the loudest moan he's ever felt bubble up in his throat. It was something in the way you teased and looked him in the eyes while doing it.

He’s been with a handful of girls, he’s obviously experienced and these aren’t new sensations. But there’s something about having the girl he’s just friends with, with your mouth around his cock, that turned him on so damn much.

Holding the base of his cock with one hand, you begin to bob your head setting a good pace, with your other hand on his thigh keeping yourself from losing balance. Your eyes lock on the obvious muscles flexing under your touch. Your hand helps jerk the rest of him, your other hand coming up to massage his balls.

Jungkook watches the way his cock disappears into your mouth, the feeling of your mouth, your hands working other areas. It took everything in him to not let out everything and instead released shaky breaths and soft groans. He was close thanks to the way you released those pretty little moans when he had you in his mouth.

You press into him, hand on his thigh once more as your nose pressed into his pubic bone. You took steady breaths through your nose doing your best to relax your throat and flatten your tongue. You stayed still for a second, letting yourself get used to his cock so deep in your throat, jagged breaths in and out. Jungkook pants lightly, feeling the throb of his cock as his tip hits the back of your throat, “That’s it, breathe through your nose baby, take it.”

You roughly swallow around him, suppressing a gag as you resume to deep throat him, spit bubbles gathering around his length.

"Fucking hell," he groaned tossing his head back in bliss. Moans were pouring out of his mouth, his groan muffled into his hand, "I'm so—close."

His pants come quicker, more jagged and out of breath. His mouth hung open, hips almost locking from how hard his muscles flexed. With his cock twitching in your mouth Jungkook slowly comes down from his high, hand petting your hair. His eyes were hazy and his mouth dry. It felt like he couldn't move a muscle and yet he was yanking you off his cock and smashing your lips onto his. He could taste himself on you and with your aftertaste on his he wished to kiss more. He was still hard, probably in anticipation when rummaging was heard.

Jungkook pulled back to catch his breath letting you search for a condom tearing into it immediately.

He hissed in discomfort as he dragged his body into a sitting position, back pressed against your headboard. He let you slide the condom on his member watching it come back to life at its full hardness. His eyes locked on the spread of your legs moving to sit on his lap. Jungkook kept a hand at his base and the other on your waist while yours gripped his shoulders.

He watched closely as you lined yourself up watching the head enter. He quickly looked at you as your mouth drew open, sinking down on his length. He didn't push to move even if he really wanted to and instead let you adjust. He wanted this to be pleasurable to you too. He whispered softly, "I want to make you feel so good. Will you let me?"

"Jungkook," you whined at the first expert roll of his hips, digging his cock a little further into your walls. You ground your hips letting your head fall forward when he took a boob into his mouth fucking up into you.

He nipped at the bud playing with it as he looked up at you to the best of his ability. Your pouty lips moaning softly has him pulling away to kiss you again, "Say my name, don’t stop.”

He groped at your ass, spreading the soft cheeks apart and rammed into you when you threw your head back in a moan, "Jungkook, you feel so fucking good inside me.”

You returned to him feeling lightheaded holding his face in your arms forcing him to look at you as he bounced you on his cock. A hand on your ass and another on your tit letting you pull his face into you. Your already erect buds tightening as he pinched and pulled at them. He left wet, sloppy kisses over your throat, moving his hands to grip your waist harshly. Jungkook's nail dug into your soft flesh as he lifted your hips up and down on his cock.

"Just like that," he bit into his lip, staring down at the way your hips gained a more determined rhythm to get him off. You pulled on his hair making him look at you, "I'm gonna cum."

“Already?” He teased, “Am I fucking you good? Is my cock fucking you just right?”

“Stop talking,” you moaned against his lips dragging him into a kiss, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Already?” He kept going, “My dick that good?”

His eyes locked on yours as he felt your warm walls begin to tighten around him. A familiar ring of nerves clenching around his member as it sucked him into your folds. He wasn't going to last much longer either, “Your pussy is so damn good, Goddamn.”

His thrusted slower but still rough, chasing his own high with the sponginess of your spent walls that hugged his stiff dick deliciously, enough to make his lips dry.

When you didn't respond and he felt himself at his peak he added, "I won’t last much longer, fuck.”

He let you snuggle your face into his neck, a hand still on your jaw as his forehead rested on your shoulder. His other hand was forcing your hips up and down roughly.

It was like a wave washed over you, the final words to put you over the edge. Just like that you were releasing, biting back a euphoric moan as Jungkook hugged your sides talking you through it. In all your past hookups not once did they treat you so softly while tossing you around too. It made you want to show him other sides to you too.

When yours had calmed enough, the last squeeze of the ring was enough for him to let go into the condom. He grunted softly into your ear guiding your hips up and letting himself slip out. Your thighs shook as you crawled over to the side of the bed taking a moment to catch your breath.

“Fuck, you’re rough,” you groaned trying to get yourself off the bed feeling sore. He just lied back on your pillows with a lazy smirk still fondling his sensitive cock, “But you liked it.” He leaned forward, spanking your ass hard as you bent down to get a pair of panties.

“Ow!” You squealed throwing his underwear at him and he laughed, “Asshole.”

“Want me to do it again?”

Teasingly, you bent forward again and he connected his hand with your ass just as hard, squeezing in the process.

Was it normal to continue like it never happened? That’s what you and Jungkook were doing.

It’s been a few days since the night he fucked you so good you were sore the next day, and yet neither one of you have brought it up. You weren’t avoiding each other either so clearly you just didn’t care to talk about it.

Now, this doesn’t mean you’ve completely forgotten about it. It’s hard to when his hand is on your thigh under the desk.

“So I told him, ‘Babe, I’m not letting you touch my tits in public’ ugh, Jimin needs to chill, you know?” Sora ranted during a lecture making your brows furrow. You looked at her, “What are you talking about?”

“Ugh, you’re not even listening to me,” Sora groaned with a roll of her eyes before looking over at Jungkook, “Why so quiet, you dumb bitch.”

“Sora, one of these days I’m going to tell Jimin that you’re breaking up with him if you don’t stop being mean to me,” Jungkook spoke up as the others around you began gathering their things. She only rolled her eyes, waving him off, “He won’t believe you, he knows I’m dick whipped.”

You were gathering your things and stuffing them in your backpack as you stood up making him move his hand, “Hurry up or I’m leaving you two, I want chicken.”

“Eh, I’m not worried,” Jungkook said with a shrug even as he got up, “If you ditch me I’ll just pick you up and K.O you until you apologize.”

“Jeez, why so rough?” Sora asked, missing the way he sent you a wink at what she had just said.

Alright, you’ll be honest.

It hasn’t completely gone back to normal, there’s still an intense sexual attraction between you two but nobody knows what you two did.

You groaned, “If I don’t get food into my system right this instant I’m going to be the biggest bitch.”

“You already are.”

“Bitch,” you glared at Jungkook just as you got to the front of the lunch room.

“Jungkook!” You all paused at the door, turning around to stare at whoever had just called your friend. Jungkook froze looking at her, “Mina.”

“Hey, do you have a minute?” She asked looking over to Sora and then you. You swear she glared at you. Jungkook looked back, catching your eyes, seeing if you had anything to say but you didn’t. What were you even supposed to say? He focused on Mina again, “I’ve got time, what’s up?”

“Come on let’s eat, I have to go to work after,” you told Sora ready to leave. She gasped, “Are you working with that new guy? Is he hot?”

“Yeah.”

Jungkook tried not to turn and ask you who, choosing instead to walk away with Mina. It’s not like the two of you were dating anyway, he can talk to her, and you can think about whatever guy you want. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t even want a relationship.

Not at all.

So when you FaceTimed him the next night looking for help again, he agreed.

“So what’s this for?” Jungkook asked on the same couch he was on last time looking the same as then too. The other day Mina asked him out on a date but he doesn’t go on dates. He did get drinks with her but that was it, he wasn’t even in the mood for sex and he kept thinking about who that coworker of yours was.

“I’m going out with a friend for dinner,” you said looking at yourself in the mirror. Jungkook’s tongue poked against his cheek in annoyance, “A friend? And you’ve gotta go all out for dinner?”

“Obviously, I can’t look ugly.”

“Why?” He asked even though he knew it sounded immature. You rolled your eyes pulling down the front of your top to show more taste, “Because I don’t know who might see me, duh. So how does this look?”

“Going out with a guy?” He ignored your question. Once again, you rolled your eyes, “Yes Jungkook, he's a friend with a dick, just like you.”

He scoffed, looking taken back, “Whatever, you look fine.”

“You’re being no help right now, you’ve said that like three times,” you groaned in frustration because if you don’t find an outfit right now you’re going to tell Hoseok you can’t see him tonight and will just see him the next time you work together. He slumped back, “You’re making me help you look good for some random guy, what do you want me to say? You look fine.”

You glared at him through the screen, “Fine whatever, thanks for your help, go call Mina or something then.”

Without a goodbye you hung up on him leaving him sitting there in disbelief.

“Fucking—ugh!” He groaned loudly, tipping his head back annoyed. Fine, you want him talking to Mina? He will.

He’s being so annoying right now. It’s not like you’re asking him to do something he hasn’t done before. Besides, that’s what friends are for.

It’s not like you’re doing anything wrong either. You did have sex but that was over a week ago and neither one of you has brought it up. And yes, you’ve been extra touchy with each other but still, it has no meaning. You haven’t gone out of your way to see if having sex with your best friend was something serious or not and until he brings it up, you won’t either.

Of course the sucky part is watching him talk with other girls wondering if that night was just a one time thing for you two or not. You don’t want a relationship right now but you also don’t want to watch someone you’re sexually attracted to with someone else. Plus, why is he giving you so much attitude on FaceTime like you’re doing something wrong.

If he didn’t like the idea of you getting pretty to go hang out with a male friend of yours then he’s being stupid. You dress up to go out when you’re with him and he’s just a friend too. You’re not even lying when you say you’re just friends with the person you’re getting dinner with so why did he seem so offended?

Hoseok is literally a friend. He just started working at your job and you clicked right away. If Jungkook would just ask you instead of getting all pissy with you then you’d tell him. But, in reality, you don’t owe him any explanation for who you go see. So, him saying, ‘You’re making me help you look good for some random guy, what do you want me to say? You look fine’ is such bullshit. Like, he’s helped you before so clearly something upset him and he won’t even tell you what.

Listen, he doesn’t know what. He doesn’t think he’s looking for anything serious even though he really enjoyed the night he spent with you. One could say he could easily look for a friends with benefits relationship with you but he doesn’t want that either. In his opinion that could damage your friendship more than being in a relationship will.

Like, if you could just not entertain any other guy but him then he’ll do the same. You’ll still be friends but at least he’ll know that if the time comes his chances won’t be ruined by another guy in the picture. He won’t have a problem doing the same with you as long as it’s mutual. But if you’re going to go out for drinks with other guys than he can do the same with girls who are clearly interested in him.

But he can’t. He can’t stop his mind from thinking about you and it’s starting to mess with his mind. This is normal for friends, right?

No.

Not even in this friendly moment can he help himself. The others were around so he didn't think he should do or say anything but you looked so damn pretty. He was also sitting the furthest from you so it probably isn’t obvious, he hopes. He just doesn’t understand how things changed within him so much. Maybe he’s just finally realized how much he likes you and probably for a while now.

Obviously not to the extent of actually falling for you right off the bat but since the beginning he thought you were hot. He was always leaving small touches, he listens to you rant about your day, he tells you how pretty you look in basically anything, he kissed you and had sex with you and has yet to sleep with another girl since. He likes you a lot. Now how does he tell you so?

His love language is physical touch, not words of affirmation like you. This means, his way of showing interest or affection is by touch and he did a lot of that with you, always.

He’s not even trying to hide the fact that he’s been looking at you. It’s not like they didn’t know he’s always been close with you, they’ve seen him drag you into his lap, hand on thigh, all of it. Now do they know the extent he’s gone with you? No.

You obviously know he’s watching you, has been all night and it’s made you feel giddy. You still don’t know what’s going on between you and him but you do know that you want to kiss him again. So, you excused yourself to the bathroom sending him a small wink before leaving then when you got inside, you called him.

It was a little scheme and he picked up on it right away, “I’ll be back.”

“Who’s calling?” Sora asked, sitting on Jimin’s lap looking over to him. “None of your business,” Jungkook said ruffling her hair, making her hit him and Jimin laugh. He left down the hall looking at his phone and passing the guest bathroom, choosing instead to go to the one in Namjoon’s private one where he knew you’d be. He knocked lightly, turning the handle to catch you looking at yourself in the mirror.

He hasn’t brought up the other night on FaceTime because he knows he was being petty. He was just annoyed that he wasn’t the one going out with you. He smiled as he shut the door making sure to lock it, “You called?” A little pun because you obviously called and he ran right to you, like usual.

You faced him now, leaning back against the sink, “You make it very hard to concentrate when you’re watching me all the time.” You were teasing and he was stepping closer until his hands were on the counter behind you. There was a very short time before the others start to notice you’re both gone so he didn’t hesitate to close the distance between you even more, he dipped his head down until his lips were brushing over yours, waiting to see if you’d want this too.

You pressed yours against his giving him the go ahead to finally kiss you after weeks without doing so. His hands came down to your hips using no effort to lift you into the counter to have better access to your lips. You were on a time crunch so it was needy, messy, full of tongue. Jungkook was eager to feel you, trailing his mouth down your jaw, licking you with each kiss moving to your neck, hands grabbing at your shirt.

“Okay,” you sighed in disappointment, “I should probably go, Jungkook!”

“One more, one more,” he whispered, meeting your lips again, hand on your cheek before you were pulling away with a small laugh. He let you hop off the counter waiting inside the bathroom longer so that you could head back. You quickly fixed your appearance as you joined the others.

“Jeez, did you fall in the toilet?” Taehyung asked as you sat back down next to him. “I was taking a shit.”

“Did you at least spray my bathroom?” Namjoon asked looking disgusted and with a smirk you shook your head no. The conversation continued and it was only a couple minutes later that Jungkook came back.

“We need beer,” Jimin shouted from the kitchen looking over at you all, “Someone go get some.”

“Why can’t you go?” You asked, sitting up a little, making him narrow his eyes at you. “Why can’t you go?”

“In what car?” You gave the attitude right back to him making him shake his head as if he was talking back with even more attitude. You did the same making a little game of it since nobody else has spoken up.

“I can drive,” Jungkook volunteered after some time hoping nobody would hear the eagerness in his voice as he looked to you, “Do you want to go with me?”

“Sure,” you said, flipping Jimin off, “Even though he has a car and is also the one wanting more beer.”

You left the apartment with Jungkook going right to his car where he leaned over to plant another gentle kiss on your lips making you smirk, “You’re extra touchy today.”

His hand was on your thigh as he smiled back at you, “I’m just happy right now.” You turned away so he wouldn’t see the blush appearing on your face.

When you got to the store, you went down the snack aisle as Jungkook left to get the alcohol.

“Boo.”

You nearly screamed, dropping a bag of chips as you heard laughter just behind you. You turned quickly, eyes going from scared to angry as you looked at the person behind you, “Asshole.”

“I scared you,” Hoseok laughed, “Good.”

“What are you doing?” You asked, looking at all the things in his basket before smirking, “Drinking?”

“I’m going over to Jin’s right now, I just got off and Yoongi’s there too,” he told you, referring to another one of your coworkers, “What are you doing tonight? Wanna come with?”

You smacked your lips in disappointment, “I would but I’m already hanging with some of my friends.”

Jungkook had only one box of alcohol, if the others wanted more they could come themselves but that was all he’s carrying. He knew where you were but he didn’t expect to see you talking with some guy. He came up behind you placing his free hand on your back capturing your attention, “Ready?” His smile was strained, not bothering to look at the two guys but neither one seemed to care.

“Ah, is this one of your friends? I’m Hoseok,” Hobi asked, taking a step closer, making Jungkook look at him. You gave a shy nod, unsure of what to say since it was clear he wasn’t going to introduce himself to Hobi. You didn’t even know how to respond. Jungkook was technically your friend. You’ve been hanging out as friends for a while but obviously things have been different lately. Even with that and all the kisses and touches you still don’t know what you are, so really, it’s not your fault if your response makes him unhappy if he doesn’t tell you what he wants.

“Um yeah, this is my friend, Jungkook,” you said, going based on what Hoseok asked, “Jungkook, this is my coworker.”

The guy flashed him a grin while Jungkook’s facial expression remained straight. There was something about being referred to as a friend that really just caught him off guard. You didn’t even have to say it, you could’ve just said ‘meet Jungkook’ and not be so quick to remind him. He turned away, tongue poking against his cheek in thought. Even after all the two of you have done, you still just see him as a friend? What else do you want him to do?

“I guess I’ll get going,” He said, sensing the awkward shift in the air, “Y/n, you should come over later if you’re free then.”

You and Jungkook got to the line to pay but you could tell Jungkook was being distant right now. After you paid you went straight to the car and this time around he didn’t kiss you or touch you at all. If anything, he seems to have scooted as close to the window as possible, making you confused.

You tried not to think about it but when you got to Namjoon’s apartment building it was hard not to notice that he was very clearly not even trying to talk to you.

“Why are you being so quiet right now?” You asked as you got in the elevator with him. He pressed the button to Namjoon’s floor as he said, “I’m not.”

“You are.”

“Okay.”

You scoffed, is that really how he’s going to respond to you right now? You looked at him, “Are you mad at me?”

“Do I have a reason to be?” He was being condescending, he knew he was but he just doesn’t know what to think right now. Hearing you refer to him as just a friend really hurts his ego because he’s not thinking of you that way. He knows you’re more than that so for you to do that to him is just really… confusing.

“I don’t know that’s why I’m asking,” you responded to him slightly more defensive than before because why was he acting like all of a sudden? “Tell me. Was it something I said?”

Jungkook looked over at you standing even close in the small confines of the elevator, now he was only inches away making you look up at him as much as you needed to. He spoke, “That guy earlier, Hoseok or whatever his name, what are you?”

Your burrows knitted together in confusion, “What do you mean?”

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes, looking you dead in the eye without breaking contact, “I mean are you seeing him?

“Obviously not.”

“So you don’t kiss him?” Jungkook answered your question with another question, neither one of you have given any answer yet. “Jungkook wha—“

“Do you sleep in his bed? Call him up late at night? Tell me Y/n, is he really just a friend?” Jungkook’s voice was bitter with a little bit of anger but he can’t tell if it was at you or at himself.

You stood there for a second trying to under why Jungkook was asking this stuff, a little annoyed that he even had the nerve to, “We’re just friends, Jungkook.”

He scoffed, ignoring the ding of the elevator, “Really? We do all that stuff, so how are you going to introduce me as just a friend?”

You looked taken back, uh oh. Was this the start of the long awaited conversation you two desperately needed. You shifted your gaze nervously now, “I didn’t mean it like that”

“So how’d you mean it then because you were pretty quick to call me that in front of your friend.” He emphasized the word that just loved to throw around despite everything you do.

“You’re kinda being mean right now,” you said. He huffed in frustration, “Because you tell me we’re not just friends but then you call me your friend in front of other guys.” His voice has evened out as he tries to explain but he still sounds irritated.

“What do you want me to call you then,” you said dumbly.

“Your boyfriend, Y/n,” he finally said, making your mouth part in surprise. Your face smoothed out in realization. The elevator doors opened with a ding filling that awkward stretch of silence. You shook your head finally getting out of the elevator and heading down the hall, “I’m not a mind reader, how am I supposed to know what you wanted?”

“Um,” his voice was sarcastic, “Maybe because I was pretty obvious about it.

He wants to say he’s always felt this way but he can’t because it wouldn’t be true. Since the beginning he’s been attracted to you as a person and he wanted to be friends with you. Sure, he thought you were attractive but he never let his thoughts and actions run past that. And now that they have he literally doesn’t know how to do this. “You’re the one who still treats me like a friend Y/n, that’s why I haven’t said anything.”

You turned to him, “Yeah well, I thought you only wanted to mess around since you never said anything to me.” It took you a while to realize it but the reason why you were so close to Jungkook was because he made you comfortable. He always has, so it was for easy your friendship to evolve and to just effortlessly succumb to each other’s bodies. The hard part had been knowing if it was just a simple tale of the extent of your friendship or if your feelings had gotten involved. They obviously had.

He combed his fingers through his hair as the two of you stood in front of the apartment. The conversation clearly wasn’t done but everyone’s waiting and they’ve probably already heard you arguing. You knocked on the door as Jungkook stood behind you looking just as defeated as he did.

“Fucking finally!” Jimin shot up immediately taking the beer from Jungkook leaving him empty handed. Sora clapped, “You brought food!”

You set the bags down in front of everyone moving to take your seat but before you could, Jungkook grabbed your hand, “Can I talk to you?”

“Yeah,” you sighed following him into the guest bathroom but this time for a completely different reason. You faced each other getting closer in this small space as Jungkook finally spoke, “Y/n, I’m crazy about you, okay? I said it, I don’t know how much more clear I have to be but I’m telling you right now that I want to have a relationship with you. I don’t want to just want to be your friend.”

He let you take in his words before continuing, “So I’m asking you now, do you want to have dinner with me tomorrow night ? Not as friends.”

You were smiling a little now. Yeah you wanted him to just tell you but the way he said it to you just now kinda made you giddy. There was just no room for misunderstandings. You smiled nodding your head unsure of how to say you feel the same.

“As your girlfriend?” You said in a final response to when he wanted you to say he’s your boyfriend. “Yeah.”

The two of you stood there for a moment, both pleased but unsure of what to do now. You could either keep this between you two until you really figure things or you could come out together and say it. Jungkook chose to kiss you instead, pulling you into his arms and kissing your lips with a new tenderness after finally expressing yourselves.

“They’re probably getting suspicious,” you said pulling away when he gave you another kiss and said, “They probably already are.”

You hated to admit he was right because the second you came back to everyone else they were all staring with knowing looks.

“So what were you two doing in the bathroom?”

“Talking.”

“Oh were you just talking earlier when you both disappeared? Kissing!? Because everyone knows. Everyone knows.”

A murmur of ‘yes’s came about.

“Jimin,” you said in a warning tone but he gave you a look that said he couldn’t care less. Jungkook was sitting next to you, “How long have you guys known?”

“Since the other day in class where you basically eye fucked each right in my face,” Sora said pointing an accusatory finger at the two of you, “And then! I ask if your new coworker is hot an—“ “Babe.” “Jimin hush it was for research purposes,” Sora sighed, “And Jungkook looked like he was going to kill me for bringing it up! And then! Y/n looked mad when Mina came up to him! And then! You’ve been acting weird all day!”

Sora’s rant came to an end leaving all of you silent for a moment before Taehyung raised a hand, “You guys are very obvious.”

“Neither you or Jimin know how to mind your business,” Jungkook bit back starting the usual back and forth banter between him and Sora—who immediately responded with:

“Neither you or Y/n know how to communicate your feelings.”

Your jaw dropped, “Why—That’s not—Why am I being brought into this?”

“Alright, whatever!” Namjoon cut in, “There everyone knows. Nothing new. Nothing exciting. It’s literally not a surprise at all.”

“Well… we’re dating, everyone,” Jungkook said annoying everyone even more on purpose as he did a small clap. He smiled at you, placing his hand back down on your leg and bringing you closer a little.

Everyone was gagged.

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a/n ok y’all. tell me jimin and sora aren’t THAT couple and it was merely a side plot

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