This Was So Good

This was so good 😭😭😭🥹

don’t know if we can be friends || jjk

– summary: you fall in love with jeongguk, the boy who showed you the sun on a bleak, rainy day, but you weren’t sure if he wanted you. 

– genre: high school, best friends to strangers to lovers, post (friendship) break up au. fluff & angst – warning: mentions of drugs, drinking, lots of clichés, lots of pining, jeongguk acts like an idiot, small mention(s) of baseball and harry potter (which i do not own), attempts of being funny.

– word count: 15,068

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pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

wordcount: 15k

genre: summer!au, ex high school classmaters, kinda frenemies to lovers, tattoo artist!&piercing artist!jungkook, popular!reader

rated: m (fluff - smut - angst)

warnings: you broke jungkook's heart you bitch!! , oral sex (m&f), protected sex (shocking tbh), CL as your bestie it doesnt get better than that! idk i dont wanna spoil too much

author's note: fucking finally dude!! i've been writing this since february but school was kicking my ass. now that i finished my exams and mercury is in gemini i was able to finish it. if you read this, i hope you enjoy it!

Inkphoria

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping the flyer too tightly, rumpling the paper in your hand until you're pretty much sure it's ruined. It's the first day of June, and it's already too hot. The sun and humid weather are causing beads of sweat to form in your hairline and your white tank top to stick to your skin. Your jean shorts didn't feel this uncomfortable a few hours ago and you're sure the heat is causing your mascara to transfer to your eyelids and lower lashline. You've never needed a slushie and a smoke this bad in forever, even if you knew the later would make your parents lose their shit.

Inkphoria

You read it again. Your brain is trying to guess what font its written in, an excuse to try to steady your heart beat until your nerves ease a little and you can finally gather the courage to step into the damn shop. You've noticed a few people passing by giving you strange looks because maybe it hasn't been fifteen minutes. Perhaps you've been unmoving like an idiot in the middle of the street for longer than you want to admit.

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

'Its not that much of a big deal. It's not even that painful, trust me.'

You wish you could trust your best friend, but your best friend is also the same woman who assured you Cats was the movie of the year. Yes, not 'Cats: The Musical'. 'Cats', the movie.

'And this could be a great start to get out of your comfort zone and start living your life exactly the way you want to, not the way people expect you to. Not the way your family wants you to, not the way Adam wanted you to.'

But although her credibility could sometimes be questionable - like that time she also told you she'd tried marmite and 'honestly, it's not as bad as people make it out to be'-, you also didn't trust anybody in this world as much as you trusted her. She had always been your entire support system, the only one around you who never sugarcoated, who always treated you as an equal, who was always there for you to help you discover yourself and, at the same time, remind you of who you were.

'And it's gonna look so hot, too.'

That's it. Sticking the wrinkled flyer on your back pocket, your feet finally start moving. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing open the door.

The first thing you notice is that, thankfully, the shop is empty. The second thing you notice is the bright sky blue walls, a green undertone peaking through. Your eyes scan nervously the interior. Frames with tattoo designs and people modeling other different designs decorate the walls, some skateboards also hanging from the ceiling. A few plants in the corner, and two leather couches on either side of the room. Your scanning stops on the counter, where a girl with short, platinium hair and -what you guess is- the eighty percent of her body inked. Face included. She's been looking at you, a smirk tugging at her lips. Her tone is amused when she speaks

"Hi." she says. "You can come closer, you know? We don't bite."

Great. As if you couldn't feel more out of place, apparently you also couldn't look more out of place.

"Sorry." you gulp as you walk forward. "It's my first time doing anything like this."

She laughs this time, but it's not mean. It's not mocking, thank God, and the smile she sends you is as warm as the weather, friendly, luckily helping you calm down a bit. "A virgin, huh? JK's gonna love this." your eyes jump in surprise, but she's fast to wave her hands in front of you. "Just a joke. So, first time getting a tattoo. You have something in mind, honey?"

"Um, no. Not a tattoo. Not yet, I think." you wet your lips, regretting not reaplying chapstick before stepping inside. "A piercing."

"Oh! Cool!" she claps her hands, too excited for your own taste, pulling from under the counter a catalogue. "So, where will it be? Cartilogue? Nose? A lot of people are getting their septums pierced right now, though, so you might-"

"Nipples. Like, one of them."

Her gaze finds yours in surprise, although her face swiftly transforms again into an amiable expression. "Now, that's badass. Alright!" she skims through the pages of the catalogue until she finds the nipple piercing collection. You scratch your head before wiping your forehead sweat-free. "You can pick either barbells or hoops, although barbells heal faster and they don't move around as much. There's different kinds of metal, too. Gold or platinium. If your skin is sensitive, I recommend titanium. It's hypoallergenic and not as problematic."

The blonde keeps talking as you nod your head, a smile making its way into your face while silently thanking her for her easygoing personality. It quickly makes you feel comfortable and stupid for being so terrified of doing this.

Once you decide, settle on the cost and sign the papers, she stands up from the stool she'd been sitting on. "Ok, I'll go tell my coworker. He's been sketching tattoos all morning, it's time he gets to work!" she laughs, but suddenly your smile banishes and your throat shuts down.

"He?" your alarmed tone halts her motions and she looks back at your frightened expression.

He? A he is going to pierce your nipple? You're about to let a random stranger, a HE, see and touch one of your boobs and then pierce a needle through one of your nipples?

"Oh, baby, don't worry. I'd do it myself if I knew how to, but I only do tattoos. Most of our staff are on summer vacation so it's mostly just him and I. If you don't feel comfortable, which is totally understandable, you can wait until september when Minzy comes back and she can do it for you." It's her turn to scratch the back of her head as she adds: "but trust me, we're professionals. He's not a creep or anything like that. He's been doing this for a long time. He won't cross any boundaries."

September? You won't even be here in september. Fuck.

Sure, you could do it when you move back into the city. But this summer was supossed to be the summer. You already decided after your breakup with Adam that there would be no trace of the old you. That it was time to push yourself, to do the things that you've always wanted to do, unapologetically. To find the new you, the real you. To stop being scared.

So after going through you options for a few seconds and taking a deep breath, you make up your mind.

"It's fine. I can do it."

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"JK, sweetheart!"

Jungkook is finishing drawing a Chinese dragon when Mijoo opens the door without knocking. Again. He puts the pen down, rubbing his eyes. It's monday, a slow monday, not much work, and he had hoped it would stay that way until closing time. It's summer and Jungkook hates summer. He hates the heat, he hates being drenched in sweat, and he hates the fact that he can do nothing about it. Because working in the summer is terrible. Summer makes him lazy, makes him want to bathe in a tub full of iced water and not get out until he turns into a raisin and october comes. It makes him irritable. Summer makes him annoyed by people -like Mijoo, even if he loves her to death- and himself.

"I got a girl here who wants a nipple piercing, her first piercing by the way, so get your shit ready and bla bla bla. Straight titanium barbell. Also, don't flirt and don't be creepy. She almost ran away when I told her a male was going to be touching and piercing her tit, be mindful of that. She's too cute, if you want to get her number you should wait until it's done. I think that's it. I'll bring her in in a minute."

Mijoo leaves as fast as she talks, but Jungkook is already used to it. He's already used to the headaches her mouth causes too. He sighs before standing up, tying his too-long raven hair into the best bun he can manage. He washes his hands, sets the table up, sits on the chair and puts the gloves on. He's too busy sterilizing the jewerly when Mijoo comes back with you.

"Alright, my babies. I'll leave you to it." she turns to you. "He'll explain everything, from how the process will be to how to take care of it after it's done." she leaves before saying bye, closing the door behind her, and then he finally turns to you.

Your eyes meet and suddenly everything stops. He almost drops the sterilizing machine, his whole body tensing, going into panic mode as he recognizes you immediatly. His hands shake.

Of course he does. Of course he recognizes his high school crush. The too goody two shoes, too pretentious and too rich, too good for everybody and, most importantly, 'too good for Jeon Jungkook' girl of his high school dreams. Of course he recognizes the girl he had confessed his stupid crush to when he was sixteen. Of course he recognizes the girl who rejected and broke his young and foolish heart when he was a dumb teenager.

It doesn't matter that six years have passed ever since. He still knows every lock of your hair like the palm of his hand. He still remembers the shape of your lips and the exact shade of your eyes. He can still identify the body he fantasized about -and jacked off to- when he was a hormonal teen, now filled in all the right places. Now a grown woman.

Just one look at you after years and years of pining is enough to almost make him faint. And grow a boner under his jeans.

And by the look on your face, your eyes wide and your mouth agape, you recognize him as well.

Dammit.

He schools his features and clears his throat. Forces his body to relax and compose himself, because he's not a teenager anymore. He's also a grown man, who has matured, who now has much more experience with women than he did back then. He had already embarrased himself enough when he was sixteen to be doing it all over again. You're just another attractive girl in a sea of attractive women.

He turns to you. You still haven't said anything. Neither has he.

"Um, you can sit on the table." he manages, motioning to the set up in front of him. He watches you taking doubtful steps until you're sitting down, your eyes avoiding his gaze. He almost forgot you were here to get pierced. Holy shit, you were here to get pierced. To get your nipple pierced.

You're a professional, Jungkook. You can do this, Jungkook. You've seen boobs before, Jungkook. You've pierced nipples before, Jungkook.

Clearing his throat again and forcing his hands to stay by his side, he speaks. "The... The top." your gaze finds his, like a puppy about to get scolded. You look at your top, realization dawning on you. "You don't have to take it off. You can just pull it down."

So you do, pulling the straps of the white tank top down and dragging the fabric down with trembling fingers. No bra. Jungkook gulps as your breasts comes into vision. As perfect as he had imagined years ago. His cock twitches. Round, full, perky and so damn inviting he has to hold himself back from latching onto one nipple with his mouth around it and swirling his tongue over the nub until you're a pretty, moaning, little mess on his piercing tabl-

He closes his eyes for just a second before reminding himself to act like the 23 year old Jungkook he's tried so hard to become. The confident, assured Jungkook he is.

"Okay, this is how it'll go. First I'll clean it and scrub it to get rid of any bacteria." he's so glad he hasn't stuttered yet. 23 year old Jungkook doesn't stutter like 17 year old Jungkook. He's also glad he can pick the alcohol bottle and the surgical scrub without trembling. When he faces you again, you're watching his motions with your lip caught between your teeth. That has him swallowing the lump in his throat.

Making eye contact with him again, you take a deep breath and offer a small nod, so he gets to work. He can show you and himself he's a grown man. A grown man who can pierce a nipple without appearing like it's the first time he's seen a boob in his life. The sooner he does it, the sooner it's over.

Jungkook wets the paper towel with alcohol before carefully wiping over your nub with it. Your back arches, probably from the cold feeling, he guesses. He rubs it a few times before throwing it in the trash can nearby. He avoids looking at how enticing the soft peak is salluting him when he reaches for the marker. He doesn't say anything when he dots it with it, jaw clenched and his dick painfully stiff.

"Lay back." his voice low as he commands, turning away to get the clamp. When he slides closer, he tries to ignore the view: you, with your hair sprawled and your sweaty, shiny skin and your eyes focused on the cieling, nipple fully erect, like the star of one of his most erotic dreams. He extends his free gloved hand before he can stop himself, fingers carefully working the nub until he's sure it's painfully hard. Almost as hard as he is.

You gasp, your back arching again. He stills and looks at you, your cheeks flushed pink. Probably from the heat, he guesses again. Or at least that's what he tells himself. He can't stop himself from wondering how responsive would you be in a different setting, most likely his bed while his teeth play with your breast and his cock dives into-

"You okay?" he studies your face, your eyes not meeting his and instead still focusing on the white ceiling.

"Mhm." you reply with a small voice.

"Relax, alright? It'll be over soon." his voice is as gentle as he can, his fingers mindlessly caressing your breast to try to soothe your nerves. Or maybe it's just because he's a selfish bastard. Whatever it is, he forces himself to bring the clamp to your nipple, securing it around it.

"Take a few deep breaths. This will only take a second of pain and then it will go away." He misses the way your mouth falls open, but he doesn't miss the way your eyes squeeze tight as the needle goes in.

"Ah!" he definitely doesn't miss that either. He goes rigid for a second, because that didn't fucking sound like a cry of painfulness. It's breathy, and whiny, not too loud and, for fucks sake, if that's how you sound when you're getting fucked, he swears to God-

He feels your heartbeat under his hands when he puts the barbell in and then the bandage over it. He takes a look at you, chest moving up and down. And then you take a look at him and what he sees is almost enough to take you right there.

Reddened cheeks, drops of sweat framing your face and those eyes glazed with something he's seen too much in the women he's fucked throughout his life. They're half lidded, mascara adorning your long lashes and almost smudged, looking right through him.

"Jungkook..." and your voice, as you say his name -acknowledging him for the first time since you stepped into his shop, for the first time since you were sixteen-, it's hoarse, almost inaudible, like you just came all over his-

He's on his feet in an instant like he's been burned. "It may bleed for the first week, and it can be really sore. The swelling will eventually come down." he's quickly tidying up the table, a bottle in his hand that he hands to you without looking directly. "Wash it gently with this soap and warm water once per day. Don't touch it. Wear a comfortable...bra. If it gets crusty, clean it with saline. Not alcohol or any other thing you might clean a wound with. The soap I just gave you or saline. Nothing else."

He's pacing around the room as he takes his gloves off and throws them in the trash bin, too agressively maybe, then he keeps rambling, like he's hurriedly trying to make you leave as soon as possible. "Avoid pools and the sea. It takes about six months to a year to heal, so don't... don't touch it, don't play with it or..." he clears his throat, "don't let anyone else play with it. And if it gets infected, come back immediately and I'll take a look at it." which he honestly hopes it won't happen. When he faces you, your top is back on and you're getting off the table.

"Alright, um...I'll do that." clearing your throat, your hand gripping the doorknob. "Thank you."

But right before you can exit the room, Jungkook says your name.

"_____." when you turn around to face him, it takes a few seconds for him to make eye contact from across the room. "It was good to see you."

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"Let me see!"

It's the first thing Chaelin says when she opens the door to her appartment. It's on the second floor, small enough to compare it to most expensive appartments you'd stayed in throughout your life, but big enough for Chaelin, her cat and her -impressive- collection of acrylic nail kits and pairs of high heels. It's also big enough for her to offer you the only guest room until summer is over so you didn't have to, one, stay at your parents' place, and two, find an appartment in a short period of time for a short period of time.

When you left years ago, you did so with the thought of 'never looking back'. You never really expected to return here, of all places. Maybe visit your best friend for a weekend at most, have dinner with your parents on a saturday and then go back to the new life you'd made for yourself on a sunday.

But that was before you'd caught Adam cheating.

Tale as old as time: childhood sweethearts get engaged, move in together, son of a bitch sleeps with the assistand he told his girlfriend not to worry about, and then the brokenhearted girl packs her bags and leaves the cheating bastard begging for her to come back.

You'd be lying if you said you were surprised.

Throughout your life, you'd learned to expect many things, regardless of being sheltered and babied by your family since you were born. Watched too much Maury and Dr.Phil. Too much Gossip Girl to know what the deal with life really is.

So, thankfully, you'd only shed a few tears, mostly because your ego and self steem were slightly triggered. You'd realize long before that your feelings for Adam started to disappear once he popped the question and you said yes. Your love story began as teenagers but soon after graduating, the two of you went on different paths: you'd matured, grown into your twenties while he got stuck at 17 and never stopped acting as such.

So yeah, whatever, break ups are hard. But they're not as hard when the love is gone and the sole reason to stay with your partner is to please your parents. You were also right when you expected your mom to tell you to 'forgive and forget' because 'those things just happen, it's not a big deal, honey'.

But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

The lanky nerd with braces, glasses and an anime obsession much bigger than his hentai obsession, which is saying a lot. The shy, awkward classmate who'd stuttered his undying crush for you when you were just kids. That one who you had rudely rejected like the bitch you used to be in high school.

But my God, Jeon Jungkook was anything but a kid now.

You were shocked. You were gagged. Couldn't seem to fathom what was happening and what your eyes were seeing. It took you a while to close your mouth when you realized JK was Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

With messy black hair, a smoldering gaze free of glasses, piercings adorning both ears, and his right eyebrow,, the braces long gone showing perfectly straight - but still bunny like- teeth. The clothes he wore were loose, all black, but it was impossible not to notice the muscles of his back and arms, covered with tattoos from his hands to his forearms. You'd bet there were more of them underneath the fabric.

It was awkward at first. You didn't know what to do, or what to say. Didn't know if he rememberd you. So you chose to stay quiet while your body chose to react like it had never been in the presence of an attractive young man in it's entire life.

And oh, did it react.

He was reluctant, his old timid demeanor peeking through his newly adopted persona. But as soon as those hands came in contact with your skin, your whole body was lit on fire. Like you were 16 and losing your virginity over again and it was the first time a dude touched your boobs.

There shouldn't have been anything erotic about it -besides the fact that your entire breasts were exposed-, it should've been just a professional procedure. But those gloved fingers touched and pinched and suddenly you were too aware of Jeon Jungkook and the way you were starting to sweat profously, not due to the heat of the season.

You tried to distract yourself by looking at the cieling and not at his gorgeous face. Tried to avoid thinking about Jeon Jungkook and how his mouth would feel wrapped around you. Tried not to think about the way your panties were a second skin to your folds, and how tempted you were to grind your hips until you recieved some sort of friction with the jean fabric of your shorts. You wonder if he noticed you squeezing your thighs together. You hope not.

And then the needle happened. You never thought of yourself as a particularly kinky person. Sex with Adam was boring for the most part and you'd lost your libido for a long time. Stopped thinking about sex altogether. But the pain. The pain mixed with his hand rubbing soothing circles on your breast and his voice, as sweet as honey, guiding you through it. It made you reconsider a lot of things you'd once dismissed as 'weird' or 'deviant'

You swear you almost came right on his table.

And then your eyes connected, you made the mistake of calling his name like a satisfied woman who still needed more, and it was all gone. He stood up like a scared cat, gave you a bunch of explanations about the aftercare that you barely grasped without even looking at you and pretty much rushed you to leave.

So you walked, all the way from the tattoo parlor to Chaelin's appartment, mortified, and completely humilliated.

"Are you gonna let me see or not?" your friend says expectantly as you finally sit down after chugging a glass of iced water. You sigh, placing the glass on the table before carefully pulling down your top. "Oh my God, it looks so cool!" she gasps and you can't help a smile while she studies it in amazement. "Did it hurt?"

"Um, I guess." you keep out the part where you almost orgasmed, obviously, stopping her hand from touching when she reaches towards you. "Wait, no. He said something about not touching it for like six months or a year, I don't remember."

At that, Chaelin's eyebrows quirk up. "He? It was a he? Was he cute, at least?"

"You won't believe this..." looking away for a few seconds, you take a deep breath. "It was Jeon Jungkook."

There's a pause, a silence that fills the room when Chaelin's jaw drops. "Jeon Jungkook...pierced your nipple?"

You close your eyes, bracing yourself for what you're a hundred percent sure is coming.

"Ha..." there it is. "Ha ha..." you still know there's more. "Ha ha ha..."

Chaelin laughs hysterically for about God knows how long, while you keep drinking your glass of water unfaced, your mind drifting back to Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie, his tattoos and his stupid gloved hands.

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You know he's here.

Everything was cool, you were doing alright, having a great time with your vodka sprite in hand and your cute white bikini on. Chaelin was by your side, the guys were excited to have you back and thankfully, you'd avoided most questions about Adam and they'd avoided digging too deep into the topic. You'd sunbathed the whole afternoon, kept away from the water like he'd told you and ate the Hawaiian pizza Yoongi insisted on ordering despite Namjoon's and Jimin's complaints.

It's at night, when you're a little tipsy and your cheeks are flushed, that you feel it. You'd barely noticed Taehyung disappearing to let in a new guest.

You don't see him, but you feel him.

You're sitting on the pool tile steps, legs dangling and the water baely reaching your belly to make sure it doesn't touch your very sensitive and newly pierced nipple. Your back is facing the sliding glass doors of Hoseok's house, but the moment you hear his voice, smooth but animated as he converses with Taehyung, your body wakes up immediately, back straightening, goosebumps forming on your arms and nipples tightening against the fabric of your two piece.

You don't turn around, instead opting for downing the remaining of your drink and coming to the realization that, of course, Taehyung, social butterfly who'd always got along with everybody and remained friends with most people from high school, still keeps in touch with Jungkook.

You ignore him when he enters the pool, still peering from the corner of your eyes while pretending to be engaged in Chaelin's and Jihyo's conversation. Your mind sabotages you by taking you to that day a week ago at the tattoo parlor.

To the warmth of his hand, to the few strands of hair that his small ponytail couldn't keep together, to the way his eyes focused on such an intimate part of your body, to the endless ink decorating his skin, to-

Great. Now your bottoms are wet and not due to the water.

You don't miss Chaelin supressing a laugh and her not so subtle elbowing. You glance at her in warning and try to keep calm for the next fifteen minutes until Jin proposes moving to the living room to watch a movie.

"I'm gonna stay here for a little longer, guys." you say, after clearing your throat. You needed some time to gather yourself before being in a confined space with Jungkook.

"Are you sure?" Jin stops by your side to place a hand on your shoulder as everybody starts exiting the pool. "It's Mean Girls! You love Mean Girls! You never miss a minute of Mean Girls!"

Rolling your eyes, you wave him dismissively. "I know every dialogue on Mean Girls like the back of my hand, I think I'll be alright, Jin."

When everybody finally leaves, you take a deep breath, covering your face with your hands in an attempt to get him out of your head. Damn Jeon Jungkook and his irresisitble glow up.

"You okay?"

The unexpected voice startles you, a gasp finding its way out of your mouth and causing you to jump on your seat, heartbeat erratic as you instantly recognize who it belongs to. Your hand grasps your chest as if that would do anything to protect yourself against him.

"Shit, don't do that!" you say, the words almost getting stuck in your throat as you see him approaching you, still submerged in the pool. The more he nears you, the less water depth there is and the more visible his torso comes into view. Wich was exactly what you'd been avoiding.

Because Jeon Jungkook was ripped, as you'd imagined when you first encountered him.

Broad shoulders and strong biceps and chiseled abs and veiny forearms. Drenched hair, a full sleeve of tattoos and water dripping from delicious tan skin and all just so very hard. That paired up with a loopsided smile that does nothing but make you shudder.

"Sorry." he doesn't sound apologetic at all when he says that, the smirk adorning his features telling. "You just seemed a little off." you advert your gaze when he pushes his hair back.

"I'm fine, just...just wanted to be by myself."

"Oh" Jungkook's smile disappears. "I can leave, if you want me t-"

"No!" you're not sure where that comes from and neither does he, judging by the look on his face when your eyes find his. Eyebrows raised and mouth slightly parted, he's as surprised as you and there's an awkward silence for a few seconds. "Um, you don't have to. I mean, it's not my house, you can do whatever you want." you sniff and tame your voice, trying to seem cool and collected like you didn't just practically beg him not to go.

Ironic, considering this was exactly what you had been fearing for the past thirty minutes.

And then he smiles. A knowing smile. A smile that says 'you just totally checked me out and now you don't want me to leave'. A smile that you would have never associated with Jeon Jungkook of all people years ago. A smile that makes you want to look away but still keeps you in place.

"Sure." he says, closing the space between the two of you slowly but still leaving enough distance. "So, how's it going?"

You clear your throat, head high and determined not to let this man, or any man for that matter, turn you into a trembling mess. You're still you and you're not easily shaken by the opposite sex. Or at least that's what you helplessly chant in your head.

"Everything's cool. I'm on summer vacation now," a little white lie, "so I decided to-"

"The piercing." he says, the smile never leaving his face. "I meant how's the piercing."

"The pier- right." you almost miss the step he takes forward, all too aware of his height over yours but thankful for the centimeters that being propped on the stairs added to yours. "It's-" you almost, almost miss his knee touching your knee and him slightly separating your legs with his own inch by inch. Or how your thighs open unvoluntarely to welcome him in and how you can barely find coherent words to speak. "It's doing-" or the way his smile disappears and is instead focusing his dark stare fully onto yours.

"It's doing well." you finally say in a whisper, not being able to bring yourself to be louder.

He hums. "May I see it?" Jungkook wets his lips with the tip of his tongue and the action and his voice is enough to make you nod your head, bewitched.

His movements are unhurried, his hand coming up to tentatively come in contact with the flesh of your clavicle. His fingers skim through your skin upwards, his touch is feather-like when it wraps around your throat. You pant, and he stops but he doesn't move away, his eyes still focused on yours, studying you, daring you to pull back, to tell him to back off. But just a simple touch of his and you're fully under his control. It reminds you too much of the day you got that damn piercing.

Your lips are parted and for a moment he stays just like that. His body so close to yours but not close enough, and his hand slightly gripping your neck. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you can't wrap your head around the fact that something so simple sets your entire being alive and leaves you aching.

Then, as slow as he started, his hand travels from the front of your neck to the back, pushing your hair aside to carefully untie the straps of your bikini. He breathes through his nostrils, doesn't make a sound. He seems so collected it's starting to annoy you.

Instead, your breathing is ragged when the top falls down, exposing both your breasts to him. That's when he removes his eyes from yours and his jaw clenches. Your nipples perk up under his gaze, like they remember him and the effect he had on them just a week ago. You're at least glad you're not the only one affected but he seems to be a master at keeping it under wraps.

Then, his hand moves again, leaving goosebumps on your skin as it goes south. Jungkook takes his time, so deliberate you want to scream, until he's cupping your pierced breast, keeping away from the nipple just like he'd advised you a few days prior. You can't look away from his face, from his eyes observing you like you're a full course meal and he's been starving for days. You feel drops of water falling from his hair to your thighs, his thumb caressing your skin so delicately as it faintly nears your still tender nipple. Just nearing it, never touching it.

"Beautiful." his murmur is almost imperceptible and for a moment you think you've imagined it. Your back arches on its own, breast pushed against the palm of his hand, almost like your body is begging him to come closer, to touch you more, to feel you all over. He meets your eyes briefly, gauging your reaction, before going back to your chest. Suddenly, the grip on your breast tightens, fingers ever so softly squeezing your flesh. From your throat comes a mewl, your eyes shut and your legs close around his waist.

"Jungkook, please..." you whisper when you open your eyes. He looks at you, unvertainty written all over his face, lips bruised as if he had been biting on them too hard, gaze as glassy as yours. And just like that, the spell is broken. He blinks and his expression changes completely. Lips forming a straight line and jaw tight. His hand retracts, fixing your bikini top over your breasts before tying it around your neck like it originally was. Meanwhile your eyebrows crunch in confusion. But when you're about to start asking questions, he clears his throat.

"It's healing okay." he steps back, avoiding your eyes. "I'll see you inside."

Jungkook leaves the pool like nothing happened.

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Jungkook is fiddling, fixing the position of his glasses and combing through his straight hair with shaky hands, habits he's tried so hard to get rid of in his sixteen years of existence but still finds impossible to.

He can't help it. He's always been like this: the quiet and awkward kid in class who sits in the back, a misunderstood puppy in a sea of stronger dog breeds that could eat him alive. An outcast. Too geeky for his own good. Notebokes full of Dragon Ball doodles on the margins of the pages, the shelves in his room stacked with Marvel figurines, and a closet filled with outdated clothes that he has been inheriting from his older brother.

He has never been the type to stand out, always being overlooked by people like he's invisible. He doesn't mind though. He'd much rather be ignored than getting picked on by bullies like he used to in elementary school.

He never gets invited to parties. Ever. He's a nobody who barely speaks, and when he does he either stutters or manages to embarrass himself in one way or another. He's seen the look on people's faces when they look at him. Their eyes seem to scream 'weirdo' everytime he gets acknowledged.

So obviously the only reason he was invited to this particular party had a first and last name: Kim Taehyung. The only kid in Jungkook's entire life who didn't look at him in a funny way, the only kid who took the time to entangle in a random conversation with him after class and who seemed geniune enough to make Jungkook feel comfortable.

He's not sure how it happened, since Taehyung mostly hangs out with the cool kids. But somehow it did, and now Jungkook is uncomfortably standing in a living room full of drunk teens, looking directly at you.

You, the one girl Jungkook had been pining on for God knows how long. You, who are obviously too pretty, too popular, and way out of his league. You, with your plaid skirt and your polo shirt and those legs that never seem to end. You, who are sitting with your friends in a couch, drink in hand and visibly tipsy. And yet, he doesn't think he's ever seen anyone pull of the 'drunk-rosy-cheek' look better than you.

He can hear your laugh through the music and he already thinks it sounds better than whoever is playing in the background.

"Come on, Gukkie! Her friends are leaving and she's all by herself now! It's your chance" Taehyung's obviously drunk too because it took Jungkook a while to decypher his exact words. He'd disappeared for a while and now that he's back, he's pushing Jungkook in your direction.

"This was a mistake, Taehyung." Jungkook shakes his hair and steps back, quickly glancing at the front door to prepare his escape. But his new friend's grip on his hoodie keeps him in place.

"Guk, listen. The only thing you have to do, is walk up to her, and say 'hey I think you're, like, really pretty. Just letting you know. Bye!' That's it. Jung- Dude, Guk, seriously, look at me." Taehyung grabs Jungkook's cheeks, squishing them between his hands and forceing him to face him. "You've been crushing hard on her for years, my man. We're graduating and you won't see each other again. What's the worst thing that can happen? Getting rejected?"

Jungkook's eyebrows draw together. "Um, yeah?"

"Exactly! Getting rejected is not the end of the world, bro! It just means keep trying on other girls!" Taehyung releases his hold on Jungkook's cheeks. "I just think you're going to regret not telling your crush she's your crush. Who knows? Maybe in the future you two will get married."

Jungkook snickers, muttering a 'yeah right' under his breath. Still, he can't help the smile that Taehyung's words always seem to pull out of him.

"Now," Taehyung playfully slaps Jungkook before turning him in your direction again. "Go get 'em, tiger!"

"Okay," Mijoo's voice slices through Jungkook's memories. She's sitting on Jungkook's desk, munching on her brownies and looking at her coworker expectantly. "And then what?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, sits back on his chair, already feeling the effects of Mijoo's baked goods. "And then I walked up to her, like a damn fool, stutter and all. And I say:" he clears his throat, making an effort to do his best teenage Gukkie impression."'Hey, _____, um, so, I think you're beautiful and I've had a crush on you since seventh grade, haha, just wanted to let you know.'"

Mijoo rolls her eyes, still chewing. "And then what?"

"And then she looked me up and down, giggled, fucking giggled, Mijoo, and said 'Who are you, again?'" Mijoo gasps and Jungkook closes his eyes, trying to force that recollecion out of his head.

"What a bitch." she can't help but laugh before apologizing. Jungkook merely shrugs his shoulders and takes another bite of his brownie. "She didn't say anything else?"

"She said something along the lines of:" he clears his throat again, this time, doing an impression of you. "'That's sweet and all but, you and I... we're not the same. And I have a boyfriend, so...' She said that like I didn't know, like I wasn't aware of the school's it couple! Like I was dumb!"

Mijoo nods. "And now you want to fuck her even more than you did in high school."

"I- No! Well, yes. Fuck, of course I want to sleep with her! But I just... can't."

"Why not?"

"Did you hear anything about what I just told you or were you too concentrated trying to get high?"

It's Mijoo's turn to roll her eyes. "I heard everything you just told me. I just don't understand what the problem is. You two were sixteen. Sure, she was a bitch about it, but Lord knows I've been a bitch my entire life and now I'm not anymore." Jungkook raises an eyebrow at that. "Okay, sometimes I can be nice. But the point is..." Mijoo finishes her piece of brownie before getting off of Jungkook's desk. "It's been, what? Nine? Ten years? People change, JK. You're the best example of that. You want to fuck her and she obviously wants to fuck you too. You're both adults." she wipes her hands on her shorts. "I think it's time you fulfill that high school fantasy of yours."

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You've made up your mind.

And by you, it means Chaelin has made up your mind.

It didn't take long to convince you though. That last interaction with Jungkook cause too many emotions stirring within you. It left you hot, it left you bothered, it left you confused. Sure, it also left you a little bit embarrassed like the first time, but above everything else, that interaction with Jungkook left you absolutely livid.

Because who the fuck did Jeon Jungkook, formerly known as Guk, Gukkie, Jungukkie, and currently known as JK, think he was to come near you, speed your heart rate's up, and then runaway like that?

You've spent days thinking about it. About that face, about that body, about those hands and- shit. You're doing it again.

You've spent days trying to push those intrusive thoughts. Spent days trying to bury what happened. You've spent days trying to keep quiet, not telling anyone about it and just wishing that stupid spark of desire simply went away.

But it has just been simply unavoidable. You haven't been able to ignore the sleepless nights with your brain drifting back to that night and forbidding your hand from slipping under your panties. Or the excessive amount of time during the day where images of him suddenly popped in your head and wouldn't go away, even with you squeezing your thighs to try to make the ache go away.

So you ended up ranting and ranting and ranting to the only person you could confide on, who is obviously your best friend. Your best friend, who's too smart for her own good and knows you too well for your liking. Because apparently your moodiness and snappy remarks couldn't go unnoticed.

And after explaining the fiasco over a bottle of wine -and minutes of endless laughing on Chaelin's part because, again, it's Gukkie you two were talking about and, according to her, this was "the most karmic thing I've ever seen"-, she gave you the best advice an older sister could ever give.

"Fuck him."

"I know right? Fuck him!"

"No. I mean, fuck him."

And now here you are. Right inside that room you stepped in weeks ago, confronting the man in question with the same confidence that has always distinguished you from others and trying to act like the fluttering inside your belly wasn't nauseauting.

"A date."

"Yes."

"You want to go on a date with me." this wouldn't be so hard if Jungkook didn't look so delectable in a plain white t-shirt and ripped jeans. You cross your arms over your chest, doing your best to not look down at the exposed skin of a man who obviously worked out a lot and apparently, never skipped leg day. "What's the catch?"

He's sitting on his chair, back resting comfortably and legs spread, narrowing his eyes at you and probably wondering why the girl at the front desk let you in without an appointment. Also, probably wondering if there was a catch to all of this.

"There's no catch. I just want to go to the fair this weekend. I'll ask Taehyung for your number and text you the date and the exact place we'll be meeting. Unless..." your quirk one of your eyebrows. "Unless you're already planning on how you'll chicken out this time."

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Of course, Jungkook says yes to going on a date with his high school crush but spends the following days overthinking every single thing.

He can't help but feel like it's kinda sketchy. What if you're planning your vendetta on him? What if you don't even show up and he ends up there looking like a damn idiot? What if you hate him and are just messing up with him? What if that incident in high school is going to repeat itself?

"If she doesn't show up, you simply move on and never speak to her again. It's that simple. She can't have that much power over you to cry about something like that." Mijoo had said that same day she let you in the tattoo parlor after you'd asked to see Jungkook. Jungkook's coworker hadn't even question you and just motioned you to Jungkook's room with a knowing smile on her face. Later that day, Jungkook had scolded her about it and she'd simply shrugged.

He considers cancelling, eyes reading the 'won't be able to make it, sorry (sad face emoji)' over and over again and fingers hovering over the send button so many times he's lost count. But then he remembers that comment of yours about him chickening out and Jungkook starts seeing red.

How couldn't you understand he's just terrified of you rejecting him one more time? Sure, Jungkook is now an adult who doesn't get butthurt over stuff like that. He's experienced too much after graduating from high school and he's a much stronger individual than his fragile self back was back then.

But something about you just makes him feel so... weak.

He still finds it impossible to concieve where he got the courage to approach you like that at Taehyung's pool, or how he brought himself to touch you for longer than a minute without coming in his pants. He'd enjoyed it too much. Allowing him to see you so exposed, just for him. He'd be so tempted to kiss you right there and then, to run his hands up and down your thighs and fully wrap your legs around him to let you known how much you'd affected him. Once you called his name, it was like he'd finally snapped out of it and backed away like he'd been burned by you. He spent the next twenty minutes trying to keep himself from pulling down his pants and jerking off in his friend's bathroom.

It's terrible. Because he feels like the teenager he used to be when you're around. Shy, insecure and overall a mess. You showing up in his life after so many years and now apparenly being interested in him seems like a dream that he's not sure he wants to keep being in or wake up from before it's too late and he falls back into that tumoltuous longing that will inevitably end up in heartbreak. His heartbreak.

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It's saturday night, he's standing by himself in the crowded fair at the spot. You're fifteen minutes late and he's already about to turn back and dip out. He feels too awkward and the nerves are eating him alive.

You're not going to show up. You're not going to show up and now he feels and looks even dumber than the time he told you he was crushing on you. You're not even going to show up and now he's going to come back home, get drunk by himself and curse your name for-

"Hey!" he turns around to the sound of your voice and sees you running towards him. "Sorry I'm late! I couldn't find my phone and spent like thirty minutes looking for it. Turns out, Sharon Stone, was taking a nap on top of it and I didn't even notice."

"Sharon Stone?"

"Chaelin's cat."

To be honest, he's too surprised to process your explanation right away. He might also be a little speechless because that sky blue sundress looks too good on your skin and your eyelashes are so long, framing your beautiful eyes, and your lips are all glossy and kisseable that it takes him a while to find his own voice.

He clears his throat. "It's alright." scratching the back of his head, he momentarely adverts his gaze from you in an attempt to not get distracted by how soft your hair looks and how much he wants to wrap it around his hands in a ponytail. "Um, where do you want to go first?"

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Almost an hour and a half later, when the sun has already disappeared and you're both surrounded by colorful lights, Jungkook decides to buy the both of you hot dogs and a drink and you both settle down on a bench.

You've been walking all over the fair, going from booth to booth, playing any game in sight Jungkook dared you to -he obviously had a competitive streak-: from the ballon and dart games, to the shooting games, to the bumping cars, to the ball-in-basket one. To say you were having fun was an understatement.

You'd almost regretted setting the date up. You were sure he wouldn't even show up and if he did, you were scared of how awkward things could get between the two of you. And if things were awkward, you were sure it would only take less than thirty minutes for the both of you to part ways and never talk again about such failure of a date.

To your surprise, none of that happened.

The conversation was flowing, both of you acting like you were strangers on their first date getting to know each other, which, to be fair, that's exactly what it felt like. There was a slight banter, teasing each other when one of you lost in whatever game you were playing while the other was obviously winning. There were laughs and a funny feeling in your tummy whenever you'd walk side by side and his arm brushed yours.

There was no stiffness on his shoulders, no mention of the past or your previous encounters, no acknowledgement of the blatant sexual tension you'd experienced before, not an ounce of avoidance whenever your eyes met his and he was even sure of himself enough to place a hand on your lower back or briefly interwine your fingers with his to guide you through the mass of people.

It felt like you'd both unspokenly agreed on making each other feel comfortable enough to have a good time.

"I didn't think you were going to show up, to be honest." you suddenly say, taking a sip of your strawberry juice and thankful to finally let your feet rest for a while.

Jungkook looks at you, hot dog mid air and eyebrows almost disappearing into his hairline. "You didn't think I was going to show up? I didn't think you were going to show up." you simply shrug, lowering your gaze seepishly, the beginning of a smile on both your faces. He surprises you by tilting your head in his direction with his forefinger. You watch him watching you, a little dazed, a little lost in how his dark hair messily falls over his forehead and his equally dark eyes study your face, his thumb swiping over your lower lip. "You um... There was ketchup right there." he lies.

"Oh" you say, feeling your face heating up. "Thanks. Red doesn't really match this dress." you manage a smile and tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.

At that, he eyes your dress for a moment, mouth slightly ajar. He's debating on whether or not to say something but you beat him to it.

"I'm sorry, by the way."

"For being late? I already told you it's fin-"

"No." you shake your head. "For... that time when we were young and I was such a concieted brat." you say, looking away , trying to find anything else that's not his pretty face. "I thought I was a queen bee back then. I was annoying and rude, specially to you. I..." you lick your lips. The cherry glittery gloss was already gone. "I thought it was cute, what you said. There was no reason for me to act like that. I know this doesn't make anything right but..." when you turn to face him again, there's still the same expression on his face. "I'm sorry."

A few seconds go by before it's him who's shaking his head. "It's okay. It was a long time ago, anyway." he smiles at you, although it doesn't reach his eyes and seems sorta forced. You sigh, and he takes your hand. "Let's go to the ferris wheel."

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tell you're tense. You're sitting right beside him in the ferris cabin, your back is all straight, you're facing forward and he believes you haven't blinked for what feels like an eternity. He thinks it has everything to do with your conversation a few minutes ago. You were probably not content with his response but what could Jungkook do? There was really no point in apologizing for something that happened years ago, but at the same time, he didn't want to hold anything against you like a resentful asshole because it was really not who he was. But there was still a little bit of stingyness inside of him and he didn't know how to make it go away.

At the end of the day, here you were, on a date with him that you'd asked for, getting along and asking questions about him and laughing at his jokes and trying to start all over again.

But then the ferris wheel starts moving, and he finally understands why you look so uncomfortable.

It's the way you immediately grip his forearm, nails digging in his skin and he swears he hears the smallest gasp forcing itself out your throat.

"Are you... scared?" he tentatively asks.

You say nothing for a while, not moving an inch. He would laugh if you didn't look so pained about it.

"I don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters." you finally say through gritted teeth.

"It's not really that small and ferris wheels are not rollercoasters. " your nails dig deeper and he winces. "Okay, okay. You don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters, and that includes ferris wheels. So why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. I've never liked ferris wheels but you seemed excited about it, so..."

There's a silence after that in the environment, neither of you exactly sure of what to say or how to act. Until Jungkook moves one of his hands hands until it's resting on the one who's holding onto him for dear life, fingers caressing yours. The warmth of his hand spreads through yours and although it's almost July and you can already feel your sweaty back staining your dress, it's oddly comforting. What's more comforting even, is him twisting his body towards you and talking with the calmest and most soothing tone you've ever heard.

"Look at me." you do instantly, unwillingly, and kinda wish you hadn't. It's almost as if your body will do anything he says without question. Like he has some sort of power over it to just react however he wants. His eyes bore into yours and suddenly the cab doesn't seem so suffocating. "It's just you and me right now. We're not even on a ferris wheel." the corners of his mouth turn slowly upwards. You zone out the environment, suddenly too aware of him and how close he is and how loud the beating of your heart is to your own ears.

"Jungkook."

You swallow the knot in the back of your throat when he removes his hand from yours. It almost makes you protest, - now realizing you've losened the tight grip on his arm- , before it craddles your face, keeping you in place while bringing his body closer.

"You have to stop saying my name like that."

With his thigh touching your thigh, your whole demeanor melts. When he leans closer, and you feel his breath fanning over your lips, your eyes shut closed.

"Tell me I can-" he starts to say.

"Yes." you finish for him. He doesn't doubt on closing the distance between you two. His lips touch yours and your body shakes in excitement. It's just him lightly skimming your lips with his but it's already too much and at the same time, not enough. It has you deepening it, yourself moving closer when he kisses you again. It has you relaxing against him, the tenseness prior disappearing and making you arch your back when his tongue asks for permission.

But it's exactly then, the moment you open your lips to him, that has you losing your mind.

The sparks fly, traveling from your head to your toes and then settling on the pit of your stomach as soon as the kiss starts to turn desperate and rough. When he nibbles your lips with his teeth, it makes you mewl and whine and your nipples tight against the cotton of your dress. It makes the metal barbell to feel uncomfortable, slightly painful. And when he goes back to being messy and filthy with his tongue tangled with yours, your thighs close on their own.

He forces himself to pull his hand back and bring it down, finding the parting of yd opening them for him. "Wait," you say, your fingers wrapping around his forearm as you try to catch your breath."The ferris-" he shuts you up with another kiss.

"We're not on a ferris wheel." he reminds you, a soft whisper against your mouth. And for whatever reason, you believe him.

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"He fingered you on the ferris wheel."

"Yes."

"And you came before the ride was over."

You take a small sip of wine, your eyes focusing on the TV where a rerun of the Golden Girls is playing, although, to be fair, lately you haven't been able to pay much attention to anything else but a certain brunet with doe eyes and kisseable lips. "Yes."

She hums, stealing a handful of popcorn from the bowl between your thighs.

"How long did it took? Like five minutes?"

There's a pause in which you clench your jaw, your fingers twitching around the glass in your hand, and then you answer. "Probably less."

There's another pause, and then-

"Ha...Ha ha...Ha ha ha-"

You let her laugh. It's okay. You knew you had it coming.

Chaelin knows the pillow you throw right at her face is also something she had coming.

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It's not that you're mad.

Jungkook and you had a great time on that fair date, he made you laugh, bought hot dogs and drinks for the two of you and got you off inside the cab of a ferris wheel on record time with those magical, long fingers of his. Technically, there shouldn't be anything to be angry about.

Except it's been a week and you can't stop thinking about him, about wanting more, and about those words that he left you with after the ferris wheel ride ended, when you had tried to return the favor.

'Next time, maybe.'

And there hasn't been a next time.

The thought of texting him or giving him a call to ask for another date is persistent in your mind. It remains while you do the laundry or wash the dishes, while you shower, while you eat or while you spend your days at the beach with Chaelin. There's always the incessant desire to reach out towards your phone, unlock it and dial his number to beg for more.

But you'd never been one to beg, so you resist the urge everytime that feeling starts to creep up on you and it washes over you like a wave. You silence your phone and try to concentrate on making the most out of your summer.

It's one random night, when you're tiredly dragging your feet across Chaelin's apartment's carpet, yawning and ready to succumb to a well needed slumber, that you see your phone screen's lighting up with a message.

Your heart pathetically leaps inside your chest when you read his name.

'you free on saturday?'

You wish you could say you ghosted him, ignored his text and moved on with your life until it was him who begged you for another date. But the truth is you opened it in a matter of seconds and typed 'i'm free, why?' back in a rush with trembling fingers.

So now you're on the passanger seat of his car while he sits on the driver seat, the first saturday night of July, like he's Danny Zuko and you're Sandy Olsson, watching a vintage movie in a drive-in theater which plot you don't give a shit about, even if Jungkook's date plan idea made something inside of you churn with adoration.

And the only reason why you don't give a single damn about the movie playing in front of your eyes, is because you're hot. Way too hot. And the reason and cause is none other than the boy-now-turned-man sitting on your left.

You barely exchanged words when he picked you up, just rode in silence until you got to your destination and you bet he can feel as well as you do the tension in the air.

You've surveyed him a few times from the corner of his eye, noticing him fiddling with the rings around his fingers and shifting in his seat from time to time. And if the sight of his fingers bring memories that you've tried to bury to keep yourself from lunching towards him, a brief glance at his forearms, adorned with ink drawn through his golden flesh -doing a poor job at concieling the veins running underneath- and his skin-tight jeans wrapping those muscled thighs of his is enough to have you be the one squirming in your seat.

A woman can only endure so much, and you come to that realization thirty minutes into the movie.

"I want to suck your cock." you say, a stern expression on your face as you turn your body in his direction.

Jungkook frozes as your voice slides over him. It takes him a couple seconds to look at you, shock widening his eyes and parting his lips.

"Huh?" he manages, his grip on the steering wheel turning his knuckles white.

Without separating your gaze from his, you gather your hair and tie it in a ponytail with the hair tie previously around your wrist. You don't miss the quick glance he sneaks into the curvature of your neck and the valley between your breasts.

Inching forward, closing in on him, you place one of your hands on top of his thigh, the action making his whole body tense. "____..." he whispers your name in a warning that doesn't sound convincing even in his own ears.

You smile, your eyes never wavering from his as your hand inches upwards, slowly caressing over the fabric of his jeans until you finally come across what you were looking for.

His hand flies to your wrist, stilling your movements. "____, this is not-". He starts, but his voice gets stuck inside his throat when you palm his undoubtly growing erection.

"Shh." your shaky breath fans over his cheek and you force yourself on your knees on the passanger seat in a more comortable possition to stop the trembling to reach them.

You fumble with the belt holding his pants in place, then with the button and finally with the zipper. He helps you by lifting his hips to pull his jeans and boxers to his thighs and you have to bite back a mixture between a gasp and a moan at the sight below you. You haven't even seen Jeon Jungkook naked all the way, but the mere sight of his hard cock with pre-cum glistening on his crown is probably the sexiest thing you've ever had the pleasure of appreciating.

It gets sexier when you wrap your hand around the base and his body melts in the driver seat, throwing his head back with his eyes shut. It gets even sexier when you finally lower your head, swirling your tongue over the head before finally engulfing him fully in the wet warmth of your mouth.

"Shit." his voice is tight, uneven as his hand loosely grips your ponytail, as if careful not to accidentally hurt you and break the glorious moment.

Although you wouldn't mind at all. Because the moment your hands are on him, and your tongue is on his shaft, that's the only thing you care about. Your belly is twisting, an undeniable wet spot on your panties as the fabric sticks to your folds, and the more you suck Jungkook, the more you want from him. His earthy taste is addicting and the soft little whimpers he occasionally can't prevent himself from are making you want to milk him until he can't take it no more. There's this desire within you to whorship him and his cock like you had been dreaming for the past weeks.

"This is s-so fucking h-hot." he rasps between ragged breaths, the bobbing of your head, sliding up and down his dick as your hand works the centimeters your mouth can't take is about to make him faint.

"Getting a blowjob?" you joke, your throat starting to feel sore as you kiss his leaking tip.

"N-no." he draws in a rough breath when you take him all of him again. "You giving me a blowjob... T-the f-fact that anyone c-could see us..." he darts a quick glance at your body, your ass up in the air and your dress sliding down, almost exposing you completely. "The fact that-ah! Shit..." he squeezes his eyes when he feels a glob of your spit lubricating him.

There's a sudden need to make you feel the same, to touch your skin and have you shaking the same way you have him. So one of his hands travels from your spine, to your perked ass, finally dragging the cotton of your dress to allow himself to see your thin white panties. "The fact that anyone could see you l-like this," he murmurs, regaining a little bit of control when he squeezes one of your cheeks. "letting t-them see you s-sucking my cock and..." he smirks when he feels you gasping around him, his fingers trapped between your thighs and pushing them inside your heat easily "and letting them see me fingering this pretty little pussy."

Soon after that he's cumming in your mouth while you're cumming around his fingers.

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At first, it's mostly on weekends when you see each other. Weekends of stolen kisses and soft sighs and whispering against each other's lips. Then weekends turn to week days, sitting on grass while sipping on refreshing beverages, drawing each other laughs, elbows touching as you walk around the park side by side because the both of you are too scared to interwine your fingers together.

Jungkook feels content like this: sitting on the sand with you between his thighs, admiring the sunset while nuzzing your neck and inhaling your scent every now. He likes waching you enoying your strawberry ice cream, almost forgetting the chocolate chip one already melting in his hand.

"If you were an ice cream flavor,which one would you be?" you ask him, relaxing against his chest.

"Rocky road."

"Why?"

He shrugs behind you. "Everyone likes rocky road."

You hum, playfully rolling your eyes. "What about me? Which ice cream flavor would I be?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer."

"Lemon sherbet? Out of all of the flavours out there, you're rocky road and I'm lemon sherbet?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer." he corrects.

"Okay, fine. Why?"

"You're boring and basic."

You gasp, trying to feign outrage but not being able to repress the laugh that escapes your throat. You elbow him, his laugh mixing with yours while taking the time to wrap his arms around your form, the breeze blowing your hair allowing him a spot between your neck and your shoulder. "You're boring and basic, but once you have a taste..." he presses a small kiss on your skin, causing the tiny hairs on the nape of your neck to rise. "Once you have a taste, specially on the hottest day in the middle of summer, you can't stop tasting and licking until there's no more lemon sherbet left."

You suck in on a breath when he craddles your jaw to face him. "It's been my favourite flavor since I was a kid." he kisses you immediately after, his lips swallowing the small whimper now stuck in your throat.

You close your eyes as his tongue opens your mouth, arousal blasting your insides and something much, much deeper that you fear to even name shredding your chest.

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The beginning of august comes faster then you two realize, but what you both do realize is how hard it's becoming to stay away from each other.

It's been thirty days of dates happening almost everyday, sharing high school memories and anecdotes of the time you spent away from each other. Hours of getting to know each other and opening up to each other. From failed relationships to new friendships. Of park dates walking side by side and fingers now interwined because you both realized one day that, fuck it.

It's difficult to sleep when you realize you're starting to catch serious feelings for somebody who was just supposed to be a fling. It's hard to sleep when his face, his voice and his touch and thoughts of missing him when you don't see each other start haunting you at night.

It's hard for Jungkook to focus on work when you're everything that's occupying his mind. Because he has a hundred sketches to make but he's too busy thinking about the hundred different sketches he would make of you.

It's hard not to send him a goodnight text, just like it's hard for him not to reply in a matter of seconds, almost as if he was already waiting to recieve it.

Jungkook thinks of you at night. Of how pretty and absolutely perfect you are for him. Of the taste of your lips, the way your hair feels between his fingers, or the flush on your cheeks when he makes you cum as droplets of sweat accumulate between your breasts. He thinks about your voice. He also thinks about the amount of hours left to be able to listen to it again.

But mostly he thinks about how ridiculous this situation is. Because he was stupidly crushing on you when you were only teenagers, daydreaming about a chance with you. And now his crush is long gone and he's starting to realize that he's falling, and falling fast.

You, too, think of Jungkook at night. Of his ability to bring a smile out of you, to soothe you with just a few words and filling your belly excitement, happiness and feelings you're sure you've never felt before.

Jungkook's managed to imprint himself in your dreams, and you, in his.

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Getting drunk with Jungkook is fun and messy.

It's fun because he lets loose, he stutters a lot like he used to do when he was a teenager and he makes you laugh louder than ever before. It's messy because he has no control over his hands as they explore your body, clumsily taking your clothes off as his mouth laps at the breast he's allowed to touch.

He's more forceful and dominating too, pinning your hands above your head, and commanding you to keep them right there, on the pillows of his bed. When you rebel against it, your fingers finding the hard planes of his chest, he pulls away from you and places them back where he left them. "Don't make me tie you up." he threatens, and your body shudders beneath him.

He sucks, and bites and leaves marks all over your skin, grunting in response to your moans. Creating a path of kisses from your lips to your stomach, his shoulders separating your knees, opening you up only for him. And thankfully, when you reach down to tug at the strands of hair framing his face, he lets you, because he knows you need something to hold on to the moment his tongue eats you up. He leaves his fingertrips on your thighs as he keeps you in place, not allowing you to runaway. Just forcing you to take it as he takes from you.

And when you cum, he doesn't back away. He keeps sucking, and licking and punishing you with his mouth until you're cumming over and ove again, screaming and begging for his cock.

Having Jungkook over you, both completely naked, skin to skin and only sweat in between is more than you could've ever fantazised about. He slurls your name when he puts the condom on. He would do anything to feel you raw, but he also knows he wouldn't be able to last a minute. The sight of you spread open, with your cheeks darkened by a crimson blush and your hair tangled all over his pillow is a picture he wants to keep forever.

He enters you when you call his name, your voice dripping with need. He stretches your warm and wet felsh, slowly easing himself into you at first, until he's fully inside and your bodies are completely in union. A shiver runs down Jungkook's spine when he looks at your contorted face in pleasure, your lips forming an 'O' and your pussy clenching around him.

"Oh, my God." you moan into the dark of Jungkook's room, and even then, he can clearly appreciate every curve of your body lifting off the mattress to connect with his. He lowers himself on his elbows on either side of your head, caging you in and capturing your mouth with his.

"I know, baby." he murmurs. It's hot, in the middle of August but suddenly Jungkook doesn't hate summer as much as he used to. Not with you sharing the heat with him. "It's way beyond what I could ever imagine." You nod hurriedly against his lips, your arms finding their way around his neck as he starts rocking in and out of you.

"It's too good." you cry, when he hits a particular spot that has you rolling your eyes in bliss and gripping his waist tighter with your legs against you. Your fingers thread through his hair, not bothered by the beads of sweat gathered on the nape of his neck.

"Too good..." he agrees, not missing the shiver that's shaking your own frame when he picks up his speed. "You have no idea what I would do t-to fucking feel you with n-no barriers between us," his movements become frantic as his hips slap against yours, his jaw clenched as he keeps talking, "to s-stuff you full of my c-cum over and over again until it won't stop d-dripping."

Jungkook's voice against your ear has you trembling and your orgasm nearing closer, your nails scratching down his back as his thrusts overpower your form. "Would you like that?" he asks with his voice strangled.

"Y-yes. Anything y-you want."

"You'd take all of my cum like a good cum-slut?"

You hate the fact that that's what makes you come undone. The twisting and knotting in the pit of your stomach finally snapping until you're holding on to him like you never want to let him go and he's following soon after.

Because if Guk, Gukkie, Jengukkie was not only able to make you come in less than a few minutes with his fingers or his tongue, but he was also able to make you cum instantly just by calling you a good cum-slut, that means you're fucked. Like, really, really fucked.

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There's a knot in Jungkook's stomach and a suffocating grip around his vocal chords as he caresses your skin. The sun is rising in the distance with the first rays of light entering his room through the window. Your shamphoo is intoxicating him, numbing him and enticing him to bury his nose in the tangled curls pressing against his chest. Your arm is thrown across his stomach, your breathing leavig goosebumps all over his body.

"It's too early. Go back to sleep." you mumble against his heart. He wonders if you can feel it dangerously speeding up.

"I can't." he says, voice struggling to stay balanced. "I have to tell you something."

You hum in response, sleep still interwined with your body, your arm tightening around him. You sigh in content, expecting him to elaborate.

He wets his suddenly dry lips. "I don't want this to end. In fact, ____.... I want more. Need more."

"Jungkook..." your whole body goes rigid right away, untanglling your bodies from each other and sitting up on the mattress.

"No, listen to me." he mimicks your movements, rapidly grabbing your hands to make you look at him. His eyes are expressive, a mixture of fear and hope swirling in his dark irises. "I wake up everyday, and you're the first thing I think of. I go on about my day, and I keep thinking about you, wondering what you're doing and counting down the hours until I get to see you again. I spend every night dreaming about you, and when we'e together, the only thing I can think about is how I wish I could stop time so I don't have to say bye to you the next morning. ____, I-"

"Jungkook, stop please." you shake your head, pushing away from him and in desperate need of air. You press a hand against your chest, beating back the throb of pain while the other curls in a tight fist, the feeling of your fingernails digging into your palm less painful than the ache inside your heart. "This... This wasn't supossed to happen, Jungkook." you start pacing around the room, as if trying to find an exit while avoiding his gaze. "This was just a summer fling. That's all it was, I'm supposed to come back to the city in two weeks and-"

"A summer fling?" a sardonic sneer comes out of him. "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening again..." he mumbles to himself before rising from the bed. You stop immediately, a shiver quaking through you as his impressive frame intimidates His eyebrows are drawn together and his dark eyes are void of any prior emotion. "You're going back to the city in two weeks? And you didn't care to tell me until now, after I just spilled my guts to you?"

You eyes fill up with uncomfortable tears, reaching one arm towards him. "Jung-"

He flinches, taking one step back. "A summer fling is all I mean to you?"

"Ju- "

"Look me in the eyes, right now, and tell me that's all I mean to you. A summer fling." panic crawls up your throat. There's the need within you to confirm, to stare into his beautiful and stern eyes and tell him that, yes, that's all he is to you. But you've never been a good liar. So nothing comes out. You opt for wrapping your ams around yourself wishing they were his and lowering your eyes to the ground. "I think... I think you should leave."

Those are the last words he says to you, and the last thing you see when you turn around one more time after gathering your clothes, is his back as he looks out the window.

You allow yourself to cry the exact moment you step into Chaelin's apartment. Your friend is sitting on the couch, bowl of cereal in hand and a fresh cup of coffee sitting on the livingroom's table.

"Hey, you're early tod- Baby, what's wrong?"

"Please, don't laugh."

That morning, you lay down for hours on the couch with your head on Chaelin's lap while she softly brushes your hair as you cry, hiccup, fight through the pain in your heart and relate to her as best as you can the latest events.

She doesn't laugh at all.

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"She'll come back." Mijoo's slurred words do nothing to put Jungkook's state at ease that night. He simply shrugs, fingers clenching at his sides, frowing into his drink before gulping down the bitter taste of vodka in one shot. "Seriously, I think she's just afraid. My ex was the same."

"Comparing her to your ex is not the analogy you think it is."

"Ugh, shut up. Things didn't work with my ex because she was a bitch." Jungkook gives Mijoo a pointed look which she responds to by rolling her eyes and sipping on her rum coke. "Your girl is not a bitch. She used to be a bitch. What she did this morning was bitchy, but, like I said, she's just being a pussy. If she only wanted sex with you, she wouldn't have been doing couple stuff with you the entire summer."

"Whatever. I don't care." he lies and Mijoo knows he's lying but decides to drop the subject fo now.

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"We can't keep spending our days smoking weed." Chaelin speaks over Blanche's voice on the TV.

"I know. I'm just sad."

"You have to come back and tell him how you feel."

"I know."

There's a beat of silence before your friend kicks your thigh with her feet.

"I know and I will." you mumble through red eyes and smoke clouds.

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It's September first and it doesn't feel like Jungkook's birthday at all. He's been trying to focus on his work, alternating between isolating in full hermit mode and hanging out with friends to drink away his sorrow. The days have gone by and before he could realize it, he woke up today with over twenty text messages wishing him a happy day and a throbbing hangover.

He dresses up on autopilot. First a cotton shirt, then a pair of jeans and lastly, his Nike's. He doesn't bother tying his sneakers just like he doesn't bother taking a shower. He smokes a cigarette for breakfast, the death stick making him feel nauseaus on an empty stomach. And then he goes to work.

He's been repeating the same routing for the past weeks and he's not thinking of changing it, not even on his bithday.

He spends hours drawing, tattooing and drawing some more between yawns. He ignores texts an phone calls and simply waits until the day is over to go home, go to bed and forget about the fact that you're probably on your way to the city and that he hasn't crossed your mind not even once.

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Inkphoria.

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping cup of ice cream as it melts down your fingers the more you wait. The shop is already empty and it's starting to darken out side, and still you're so hot. Your shorts are heavy and your tank top is sticking to your skin. You didn't even bother to put on any make, although your eyebags definitely needed some concieling and your lashes some dimension to hide the fact that you'd been crying for the last few days.

'You're crazy about him.'

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

You've lost count of how many times your best friend has given your advice, or simply encouraged you to do something you've been too scared to try.

'And he's cazy about you too.'

Chaelin might be wrong about marmite and the movie Cats, but she's definitely now wrong about anything regarding your and Jungkook.

That's it. You briefly close your eyes, inhale a deep breath then release it slowly. You start walking. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing the door open.

The tattoed blonde looks up from the counter the second you come into view. She smiles at the distance between you two. "You can come closer. I won't bite."

You clear your throat, stalking closer to her. "Is he-"

"He's in the back." she replies before you can finish you question. You close your mouth, clear your throat and nod your head.

"Thanks, Mijoo." she gives you a small wink, her smile easing your nerves like she had three months ago.

She watches you disappear. She shakes he head, her smile meeting her eyes. "I told him so."

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Jungkook ignores the knock on his door at first. It's almost ten and the parlor is about to close. He just has to finish this last fucking sketch so he can grab his shit and go the fuck ho-

Knock knock.

He growls, exhasperation cursing through him. He runs a hand through his messy pile of hair, his rings tangling between the strands, making him wince in pain. "Come in." he grunts under his breath. The door opens. "Mijoo, I really have to finish-"

He stops dead in his tracks as soon as he sees you.

"Hey." you say after a moment of hesitation.

"Hey." he replies and although there's something inside, deep in his chest, shouting at him to stand up, run up to you and kiss your face while he tells you how beautiful you look right now and how happy he is to see that you're still here, he decides against it. "Listen, ____, I'm pretty busy-"

"No, you listen to me." you cut him off abruptly. He looks taken aback and is already opening his mouth to say something, but you're not having it. "Please, just... Let me talk."

Silence looms between the two of you for a while, a staring contest defying each other to back down. When you take one step inside and close the door behind you, he sighs and leans back against his chair.

You move towards him slowly, your lip caught between your lip going through your mind for the speech you'd been preparing the last few days. Your hands are sticky due to the the sugary treat liquifying in your hand. "I know there's no reason you should give me another chance after rejecting you in high school, and there's definitely no reason why you should forgive me for the way I shut you out a few weeks ago. You've been confessing your feelings to me since we were teenagers, and now it's my turn to tell you exactly how I feel about you."

"Jungkook, the truth is... I like you so much. I like you more than I've ever liked anyone. Ever. I said this was just a summer fling, and I was lying. I was lying because there's no way a simple summer fling could make me feel the way you do. There's no way a simple summer fling could make me want not just summer with you, but also fall and winter, and spring and every summer that comes next."

You hadn't realize when your eyes filling up with tears until the sight of him starts blurrying in front of you. His fingers reach yours, his thumb comforting on your skin. "____, it's okay-"

"I'm not done yet." you sniffle, gathering enough courage to continue. "I brought you a lemon sherbet because you said it was your favourite. But you also implied I was your favourite, and I want to keep being you favourite, but now it's already melted and-"

The corners of Jungkook's lips start pulling upward as he tugs you towards him, his heart loudly jumping inside his chest. "Shhh, come here."

He takes the ice cream from your hand and places it on his desk. Then he's helping you onto his lap, your head tucked under his chin and your arms wapping on their own around his neck.

He doesn't care about your sticky fingers or the wet stains of your tears in his shirt. The only thing he cares about is the fact that you're right there, letting him engulf your frame and drown in the scent and warmth he'd misses so much.

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The first day of June has Jungkook sweating and wishing for a haircut. Jungkook usually hates summer. He hates the fact that he has to shower at least twice a day, and the fact that the heat is almost unbearable to sleep in and also the fact that he's easily sunburnt.

This year, however, Jungkook likes summer a little bit more.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you have an appointment?" it's the fact that you're starting to wear those summer dresses he loves so much, and the fact that your skin glows under the sun like glitter, and also the fact that he can lick ice cream off of it whenever he desires.

"I am the appointment." your giggle is almost childlike, playing with Jungkook's heart strings. You shut the door behind you, nearing him. You also seem to always have that flush on your cheeks. Although he likes to think part of it is due to him. He doesn't say anything else as he puts his pencil down and instead turns around in the chair to have you immediately on top of his thighs.

Yeah, he also likes the path your lips trace from his cheek, to his jaw, ending at the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. It still makes his body quaver to this day.

"Let me see." he murmurs against you forhear, his hand already working on unbottoning the front of your dress.

"Mijoo hasn't left yet." you whisper back, your smile impossible to supress and the faint whimper impossible to hide when his fingers expose your breast and tug at the titanium barbell adorning the already hardened nub.

Jungkook loves knowing he was the one to do that, and also the only one to play with it. He doesn't hesitate when he dips his head. "As if we'd ever cared about that." he adds, wrapping your sole point in his mouth.

He fucks you on his studio table with your legs around his waist and his tongue playing with both your breasts, the tattoo sketches long forgotten, scattered on the floor as he whispers against your flesh something that sounds a lot like 'I love you'.

“the opening sentence of a fic is one of the most important parts, since it tells readers the tone, the setting and the writing style of the entire fic”

me trying not to be nervous as I write the opening sentence of my fic:

This was so good 😭😭🥹❤️

sum ᝰ two different adults, living two completely separate lives — in the same neighborhood. a guy whose overbearing mother makes him carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. a girl whose parents are all too drawn to her younger siblings to even give her the time of day. while the two fall in an unlikely relationship (very unlikely), they still ravish each and every part of one another in every way — the best of attention, the one they both craved all their lives.

pairing ᝰ jeon jungkook x reader

genre ᝰ strangers to lovers (sorta), smut, fluff, angst, sub!jungkook, softdom!reader

word count ᝰ 13.5k… oops

warnings ᝰ voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, mention of a breeding kink, usage of a vibrator, pillow humping, fantasies big time, corruption kink, virginity kink, dirty talk, oral sex (m receiving), slightest of cock choking 😳 oops, swallowing lol, like a twinge of cum swapping LEAVE ME ALONE, well. im a filthy person. less filthy ones, curse words, overbearing mother, neglectful parents, annoying younger siblings, mentions of mental and emotional abuse, a mention of physical threat to jk. also a small age difference, reader is 21 and jk is 19.

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notes at the bottom!

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Your house was rowdy — filled to the brim with children. You looked forward to the day that you finally got some silence, but alas, even paying rent for your own room, by squishing three kids into one room, still wasn’t enough. You locked your bedroom door as well as you could, the youngest having the tendency to pick the lock to steal your things. Your mother only scolded you further for yelling at your brother.

After a particularly long day of school, you wanted to get home to a clean and calm house, instead, your face is met with the nastiest and drippiest goop. A gasp comes from your mouth as the substance trails down your face, leaving behind a cool mark as your siblings run across the room. You were caught off-guard, so much so that you hadn’t realized your parents were laughing at their antics. It was innocent laughter, and while it wasn’t directed towards your gaping figure, you couldn’t help the tears that sprung up on you. Angrily, you scoop the goop from your face, looking down at what beholds you.

You groan in disgust letting the spaghetti sauce mixed with meat smack harshly onto the floor. The strong stench of the tomato taunts your nose in the most obnoxious of ways. What a surprise that the one vegetable you hate happened to smack you right down. The bunch of kids greeted you once more by wrapping their arms around you, yelling at the top of their lungs for your attention. And while on a good day, you’d try your best to ignore how misbehaved they are and hug them, the day was catching up to you.

“Get off of me, you little shits!” You snap, only one of them pulling away, leaving behind the other three, ignoring your pleas to be let go of. But they weren’t taught boundaries, your parents cooing at their clingy behavior as if it was cute to touch someone without their consent — you wondered how messed up it would lead their adult selves.

“Seriously, stop!” You shove the last kid off of you, not bothering taking off your shoes as you stomp up the stairs. Your mother yells out to you about shoes on the carpet, the irony of the scolding not registering in her slow mind.

Slamming your bedroom door behind you, you were too immersed into your own anger to notice the mess your room was in. The soft and fluffy blankets you had bought on a girl’s cute Etsy shop were covered in food and spilled apple juice, at least you hoped the wet yellow stains were apple juice. The books on your bookshelf were all drawn into with multiple pages ripped out. And the worst part is noticing your favorite records and albums completely bent. The ones you spent all of your teenage years collecting, your most prized possessions, gone in just a second.

The anger that seethed within you was unbearable, so much so that at some point, you were eerily calm. You felt nothing, too tired to even cry as you normally did when you were angry. Kicking your shoes off, you place them neatly onto their shelf, luckily your siblings were too short to reach the expensive collection you had garnered. Putting your school bag and jacket onto the holder against your bedroom door, you realize how much time it would take to clean up the place. But without a second to spare, you blast your music through your airpods, beginning the mess.

It was another night for you, while this mess was a lot more profound than the others, it still was right on your normal routine. Getting home to clean up the mess brought into your sacred space — the one you cherished and wanted everyone to stop barging into. Until you move out, it won’t ever stop and you learned to live with it.

Once you are done, the clock on your bedside table reads 3:34 AM, the yells in your house fully settled. You realize with how zoned out you were while cleaning, the spaghetti sauce on your face was now hardened. Tapping against it, you decide it’s not too late to take a shower, something which had to be done quickly or it’d earn an infamous scolding from your parents. And so, clad in your tiny shorts and white tank top, you were ready for bed.

You watched the night through your window seat. The one part of your room that you had loved growing up, which you were unable to enjoy until it was now your own. Your view was mostly blocked by the house that stood right beside yours, and you’re sure if you watched all day long, you’d take a glance at your neighbors. Nevertheless, neither of your families ever spoke, they were a pristine two member family from what you had last seen. They were all too good for your family.

Shaking your head, you turn your body onto your back, looking up at the ceiling that used to be covered in glow in the dark stars. It had taken ages to remove such hideously old stickers, leaving behind traces of their shapes. Shaking your head once more, you shut your eyes, trying to draw a blank mind long enough to get some sleep. As usual, the process of trying to get there knocked you off your plan, sitting up on your bed. Hiding your face in your hands, you felt exasperated, needing some shut eye for your long day ahead of you. Insomnia wasn’t something you dealt with all too often, only on bad days such as the one you had, which is why you pull the blanket off of your body and take your shorts and underwear off.

Before getting yourself started, you turn to make sure your door is locked and there’s not a single sound outside. Once you see that the coast is clear, you lay on your back, hand falling into your folds, which weren’t wet enough for you to try much of anything. Grabbing your phone, you search up a lewd website and click on the video with the most cliche title. Airpods on the lowest sound, you listen to the couples moaning and grunting. Harsh slaps are heard in a soft manner in your ears, all while trying to get into a rhythm.

Rubbing at your tiny clit, you begin to feel the effects course throughout you, grinding yourself into your fingers. While you had no idea how masturbating worked all too well, a quick rub would usually help you feel restless, enough to fall asleep. But as soon as you felt your hand begin aching and your tiny orgasm coming, it went away. You groan, lifting your phone up once more and searching up a quick femdom video, something that interested you all the more than the sound of a man dominating.

Clicking the one that seemed to have the most moans, you settle right back into your motions, this time, running your fingers up and down your folds in a teasing manner, it felt as good as it could be with your own fingers. In the end, masturbating began to feel like a menial task, something forced upon you rather than moments of bliss. Softly toying with yourself for a few more seconds, you sit up, cracking your neck as soon as you can. Rubbing your shoulder with stress, you turn to fall right back into bed, deciding it’s best to wash off when you aren't so drowsy.

That’s when you spot the man standing in the room looking into yours. Your eyes widened, the two of you shocked. You felt a sudden wave of embarrassment coursing through you as you glanced down at your pantless self and right back up at him.

It was the first time you had caught a glance at your neighbor, the two of you far too busy with your own lives to converse. The familiar and younger boy you often saw around town was staring back at you. The light in his room gave enough sight to his flushed cheeks before he shut his curtains frantically, leaving you behind with your own confused thoughts.

Taking your airpods off and turning your phone off felt like a ghost was doing it. Your heart beating hard against your chest as you laid back in bed. And rather than being a seemingly normal person, you don’t get up and close the curtains as the flustered boy had done. Instead, you reach down once more, touching yourself, rubbing and even inserting your fingers as deep as they could go, all while thinking of having eyes on you.

—

Arriving home that night was nerve wracking and exciting. Jeon Jungkook was sure to be at home, and you had decided one thing — you wanted to try whatever it was that happened once more. He didn’t seem like an unwilling participant, eyes drawn to your figure so tentatively, it left you wanting more.

While Jungkook was only two years younger than you, you still knew of him. Spoken to him? Never, you were far too busy in your own little world with your high school sweetheart to give anyone else time of day. But the way your town worshiped the intelligent boy was something you couldn’t evade. He was sprawled in every newspaper, coming out in local channels when he won a new award and a new plaque from a high magistrate, or whatever it was he was into.

He was dorky, usually wearing thin rimmed, gold glasses. The lenses were huge, covering up most of his face, which is something the kids in school teased him for often. Most of the teasing he received was innocent and playful, but he was still so incredibly shy and reserved. He usually smiled bright, bunny teeth on display at others words, cheeks and ears tinting red. While the other wasn’t as pleasant, he did his best to ignore it and in the end it worked out — he seemed very successful for his age. In the end, you two were completely different and there wasn’t going to be much interaction, not unless you initiated it.

But the light to his room never turned on, leaving you frustrated. Perhaps it was a one time situation and you wouldn’t face him ever again. It was quite an odd situation, and perhaps you were the only freak that liked being watched. Whatever it was, you felt shy and embarrassed — what if he refused to look out his own window, afraid he’d catch sight of your unwanted figure?

Staring down at your form, you frown. What if the sight of you was more of disgust than being flustered? A disgusted fluster. You groan loudly into your pillow, flaring your arms about for a second. You gather yourself after a quick yell, grabbing your shirt and tossing it in the hamper filled with dirty clothes. Grabbing your pillow, one of which would not be used any longer, and sit yourself on it. It took a while for you to place your clit along the figure, softly grinding down to feel the friction. A jolt ran through your body at the perfect angle, beginning to move your hips consistently, bed creaking the tiniest bit. You paid no mind to it though, thoughts hazy as you felt yourself getting closer to your release.

You kept quiet, hoping no one in your house heard such filthy moans. Your hips thrust back and forth, craving the friction even harder than the last couple of times. It just wasn’t enough. Opening your eyes back up, you were ready to hop off the pillow, no orgasm in sight. It isn’t until your eyes meet a familiar pair that you stop yourself. His cheeks were a bright red and you were sure if you didn’t start moving once more, he’d shut the curtains. Sending him a small smirk, you begin the ministrations, suddenly feeling all the more turned on than you previously were. Gliding your wet folds against the pillow felt better than ever before, his eyes crawling through every inch of your body.

Your release was much sweeter and ten times better, even more so when you turn your entire body to face him, chest completely out for him to look at. And he did. He watched your tits with such a lustful look, eyes tilting with every crevice to soak you in completely. The two of you met eyes — the tension and awkwardness fully bubbling up within you, and you were sure he felt it too.

He shut his curtains.

—

Whatever it was you were doing with Jungkook — you enjoyed every second of it. He looked at you with a look of complete awe. His eyes roamed your body as if he had never seen something so beautiful. No one had ever looked at you the way he did.

A few days passed of you putting up a show for him, so much so that you felt your nub begin to feel sore, but it felt worth it. You were luckily able to get a break when he was seemingly on a trip, having seen his mother clad in a fancy suit, waving him off. You made eye contact for a second, before he turned away with flushed cheeks. His mother noticed, sending a harsh look your way, making you awkwardly smile as you make your way to work.

And so another few days passed with absolutely no excitement. Just you, working at a lame gas station job and studying, along with ignoring your family as best as you could. A boringly mundane life.

The first night he gets back, you’re just getting off a night shift, your phone bright with the time, 6:34 AM. You were walking up your yard, body aching and riddled with sleep when you caught sight of the man. He’s making his own way up into his house, a bag full of what you assume has clothes, eyes tired. Your intense stare seemed to be all too much for him to ignore, turning to look right back at you.

His cheeks turn a bright red at the sight of you. A rush of adrenaline courses throughout your body at how shy he is. It’s clear the young boy doesn’t get much action, and that brings a thrill to you. Your friends used to tease you about your virginity and corruption kink — joking of how you would love to turn another person completely lewd for you. And looking the shy and gorgeous boy up and down, you realize they’re not too far off.

“Good morning.” You call out to him, a smirk playing on your lips, and you hope he’s unable to see your amusement, rather, your sincerity.

His mouth opens for a second before closing once more. It’s a silly sight, the bigger man gaping like a fish out of water, but it only makes your panties stick to you. “Have a good trip?”

He shakes his head far too quickly, “n-no! It… it was just a bunch of nerds building stuff…” he sounds almost ashamed to speak of how he spent his last two weeks, bringing a frown to your face.

“I think it sounds nice.” You shrug, sending him a genuine smile. “Building stuff with your friends, I mean.”

“Yeah… uhm, it was f-fine.” His awkward response only makes his wince and turn away from you, rushing into his home, stumbling on his feet.

“Have a good day!” You chuckle after him, heading into your own home. Leaning against your front door, you feel your heart going hundreds a mile, biting your lip from the huge smile on your face. You were struck with excitement at the mere thought of giving the shy boy a show, one that he’ll remember for the rest of the day. With a small squeal of glee, you rush up the stairs, locking your bedroom door behind you as quickly as possible, all while maintaining your silence of course.

It surprises you to see Jungkook’s drapes wide open, the boy pacing up and down his room, as if second guessing his want for you. You were far too aroused to give up now, lifting your shirt up over your shirt, your braless figure on display for the boy. He was all too enthralled in his own mind to take notice of you, giving you the chance to fully undress yourself.

It was bold. You had never been so bold before, but he wants you. You love that he wants you. You love how excited he gets at the mere thought of you with the way his cheeks tint bright. Surely, it was the only part of your life that brought you such a rush of emotion. No one had ever given you the time of day like the boy younger than you.

Grabbing your hair, you push it from out of your face as you walk over to your window. You knock once, his eyes on you in a second. It seemed almost impossible for a face to blush so red but Jeon Jungkook managed to do it. That still did not deter him from being with you. Well, as ‘with you’ as he could get with being in different households.

Sitting on the edge of his bed, his eyes never leave your naked form. The soles of your cheeks feel hot as he stares — as if you were a work of art he didn’t want to lose sight of. With a small shake of your head, you push those thoughts out of your head — there’s absolutely no way you’ll be romanticizing such lewd acts. It wasn’t a normal situation and it wouldn’t ever get to more, it’s the only reason you decided to keep going with it.

You sit on your own bed, inching your legs open, giving him a clear view of your wet pussy shining under the morning light and a small hue from your lamp. You see him stutter, gaping as he bites his bottom lip in concentration.

You play with yourself for a minute, letting him see how slick you truly were for him. Him and his lustful eyes. When you pause, he frowns, looking up at you with almost a pout and soft doe eyes. A giggle comes from your mouth, reaching over to your bedside table. Pulling the drawer open, you grab the travel size vibrator. It wasn’t the highest quality of sex toys, but it got the job done, enough to bring you to orgasm in just five minutes at least. Getting back to your spot, you can’t help but gasp at the sight across from you.

There sat Jungkook, in his same position, only he’s naked from the waist down. His cock stands tall and red as he pumps it up and down in such a slow manner. You’re sure your eyes are bulging, taking in every inch of his glorious manhood.

You weren’t one for many sexual escapades but those you had been with made you believe your head game was strong, yet, one glance at his flushed cock, and you knew you couldn’t handle it.

Seeing such a sight makes you feel what he must feel when he sees you in your glory. Such a sight to behold. A beauty. A complete beauty. There was now not a single doubt about how handsome he truly is and you damned yourself for never noticing.

Flicking the button on to the device, you watch as his eyes widen, excited you brought something else for the morning. His hand movements never falter as his eyes trail down your moving hand, dipping the toy into your juices, coating the entire thing. You can’t help but let out tiny bouts of whines as the device vibrates against your smooth pussy lips. Your hips lift up in stutter, landing back down onto your bed, eyes shut tight as you rock your body against the vibrations.

You almost forget how Jungkook’s touching himself and you’re quick to open your eyes, eager to watch him once more. The way his chest rises and falls rapidly, mouth parted as what you assume are pants come out of him.

How badly you yearn to reach out to him. Run your hands through his messy locks, riding yourself on him, feeling the immense amount of pleasure from his glistening cock. How badly you want to sit on him, lather him in your scent completely as you mutter dirty nothings into his ears until he comes inside of you, leaving you stuffed with his white seed.

And that was the final tug to your oncoming orgasm. The idea of him coating your insides with his salty cum, the risk of your rendezvous heightened at your lack of protection. Of course, when you come down from your high, you’d scold yourself, such a fantasy could lead down dangerous paths. But you suppose it’s simply a fantasy and a risk you would never take.

Looking up from your sticky fingers, device slipping slightly against your fingers, you are met with an orgasming Jungkook. His hips stutter like yours did, cheeks a bright red as spurts of cum cover his blue polo shirt. He’s moaning. While you can’t hear him, you can tell by the way he tries to cover his mouth with the palm of his hand, hoping his overbearing mother won’t suspect a thing.

And luck is on your side, a few minutes passing of you two simply watching one another with no interruption. You watch as his eyes sparkle as he watches the slick of you dripping and trailing down your wet pussy. You would never understand why he is so enthralled with you but you knew you wanted to begin and understand.

Tossing your toy to the side, you walk over to your desk, not missing the way his eyes draw over your naked back. Grabbing a sheet of paper, you scribble down the familiar ten number contact information. After a second of rereading, you walk back over to your window, holding the sign to him.

And as he usually did around you, his eyes widen and his already red face reddens with a blush. With a shaky nod, he gets himself up and grabs his own device. His hands shake as he puts your number in, a small laugh erupting from your mouth at the sight.

You were going to have so much more fun with him.

—

You, in fact, have not been having fun with Jungkook.

Not receiving a single text from the man should have been expected. He was shy, often too afraid to look you in the eyes when you walked in or out of your home. His curtains were shut tight, the grey drapes not once moving.

It was worrying at first. Had you scared him off? Were your antics far too much for him? That hasn’t seemed plausible at first — he was into it as well, but it only seethed deeper into your mind the longer he ignored you.

But you’d be fine. You at a point in time, didn’t need him to get off, nor would you ever need him like your mind tried to play in your head. You weren’t close. You weren’t friends. You weren’t a single thing to one another.

A huff comes from your mouth as you kick around in your bed. A childish antic, but it helped you release your frustration. Sitting right back up, you glare at the window across from yours, hoping Jungkook can feel your harsh stare. You hoped he was as pent up as you and he has no relief to any move he makes.

Bad Jungkook. Horrible Jungkook.

The ding to your phone makes you jump in excitement, taking a hold of the device and quickly reading over your new messages.

— xxx-xxx-xxxx

hello 8:45 PM

— xxx-xxx-xxxx

how are you 8:45 PM

— xxx-xxx-xxxx

wait this seems creepy 8:46 PM

— xxx-xxx-xxxx

i should introduce myself 8:46 PM

— xxx-xxx-xxxx

this is jungkook 8:46 PM

— xxx-xxx-xxxx

wait… you do know my name, right? 8:47 PM

— xxx-xxx-xxxx

i hope you do 8:47 PM

— xxx-xxx-xxxx

i shouldn’t have messages you so much 8:48 PM

— xxx-xxx-xxxx

messaged* im sorry, im just a bit nervous 8:48 PM

You can't help but laugh at the string of messages. You can feel your own cheeks turning red with heat at his cute behavior. His rambling only helps further his innocent look, and how badly you wanted him.

— you

hey, jungkook. of course i know your name. i wouldn’t show myself off to just anyone y’know, lol

— jungkook

of course! i didn’t meant anything bad! im sure you’re a nice girl! i swear i didn’t mean to shame you

— you

relax baby. im just teasing 😭

— jungkook

sorry… it’s a bit hard to read tone over text

— jungkook

it is for me at least

And his last messages settle it. Clicking on his icon, you're quick to press the smaller phone shaped icon, bring the device up to your ear.

The phone rings for a while and you assume the shy boy is panicking in his room, a soft laugh coming from you at the thought. He picks up after a minute, a shaky voice heard.

“H-hi.” You can’t but swoon at how shy he sounds. How scared he sounds. You knew he wasn’t entirely scared of you as a person, rather your bold personality and past doings and it’s sweet to you.

“Hey,” you answer. “I hate texting.”

“Oh… I do too. It’s hard…” he trails off, almost embarrassed at his admittance.

“I actually understand what you mean.” You begin, hoping it soothes his nerves. “It’s hard to read tone over text. Leaves me stumped when I talk to someone new, unsure whether they’d understand a joke or reference.”

“Yeah!” You can tell he’s nodding his head, hearing the small rustle of his hair against the device. “I thought I was the only one. I end up feeling so anxious after sending a message.”

“Oh god, I hate it. The anxiety gets worse as the seconds pass.”

“Exactly! Makes me believe they hate me when they take too long to respond.” He chuckles and with a single laugh, you can tell he feels a bit more comfortable with you. Not enough to get into the night you had wanted, but just enough leeway to head into much simpler conversations to get to know one another. Perhaps you’d feel better knowing who it us you’re putting a show on for.

—

“Welcome, our prices have increased since last —” you stop in your automated introduction, eyes wide as you stare down another pair of widened eyes. You gnaw at your bottom lip, feeling a flush of emotions when meeting Jungkook in the one place you detested the most. Your workplace.

“H-hi.” He stammers out, cheeks reddening, keys clinking together as he scratches the back of his neck. A nervous antic you saw often in your classmates, it wasn’t all too surprising the shy boy did the same.

“Hi.” You greet, your hands flying to your messy hair, patting it down as best as you could. It was embarrassing seeing him at such a place. The red shirt all employees at the station were required to wear was unflattering, sticking to you like a second skin, in a horrible way. Your hair was supposed to be neat for the day, but the strong winds disheveled it and you had long given up on looking presentable.

“I-I… I didn’t know you worked here.” He clears his throat, stopping his stutter as best as he could.

“Yeah, um… I’ve been working part time here for about a year.” You confirm, your usual confidence now gone and in hiding. “Need some extra cash for school.”

“Right… it’s cool.”

“Is it?” You chuckle. “All I want to do is sleep after class… this is pretty bad.”

He lets out a small laugh, “yeah… is it weird I want to work?”

“Definitely.” You make sure he sees the teasing look on your face, as to not offend him in any way. “Why do you want to?”

He pauses for a second, as if afraid to admit what it is he’s feeling. A wave of relief washes over you when you notice he decides to open up to you. “In my case… it would mean more freedom.”

“Freedom?” Your eyebrows furrow. “Aren’t you nineteen?”

He sighs, “and dependent on my mom.”

You can feel your heart breaking at the saddened look on his face. You don’t need to ask any further questions to see the tight hold his mother has him under. You can see it in the way she holds onto his arm when they walk side by side, or how she’s always beside him when he’s winning a new award. It brought chills on you at the remembrance of her icy glare when you dared greet her one morning. She was a terrifying woman and you were sure it didn’t pair well with the bright man who still shook at meeting another person.

“Have you ever been to a party?”

He sends you a bewildered look. “No… why?”

Reaching beside your register, you grab a sticky note and a cheap ballpoint pen, scribbling a time and address. “Meet me in my backyard at this time…” you finish dotting your i’s and hand the note to him. “The address is just to give you a chance to research the place. Figured you’d need it.”

He grabs the pink note, your messy writing sprawled all about it. He reads it over a few times before looking back up at you, “you’re inviting me to a party?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “You don’t have to go… but I’m friends with a music major and he throws the best parties at the school. He always tells me to invite some hotties, it’s my first time doing so though.”

The comment doesn’t fly over his head, cheeks tinting red. “I-I’m not sure if I can.”

“That’s fine.” You send him a reassuring smile. “Don’t risk anything, alright? It’s a simple invite and I won’t be offended if you decide against it. Just… do what you feel is best.”

He’s quiet for a few seconds, moving to the side when a customer heads up to the register with a few bucks and a soda. You greet the customer kindly, feeling nervous as Jungkook’s eyes never leave your figure. Waving the customer off with a smile, you turn back to Jungkook.

“Why are… Why are you being so nice to me?” His question takes you aback.

“Is it so hard to believe I can be kind?” You can’t help but laugh even if you were truly scared you’d come off as a mean person.

“No one invites me to places.” He admits. “They’re all so used to me saying no… they get tired after a while.”

A sad smile forms on your face as you watch him, “I won’t get tired of you.” And another blush makes it’s way onto his face.

Clumsily, he decides it’s time to put gas in his vehicle. He shakily hands you two twenties, quickly telling you his pump number before bidding you a quick goodbye and running off. You chuckle at the sight of him fumbling with the pump, hoping he took your invitation.

—

You can’t help but yelp at the sight of Jungkook waiting for you in your backyard. In turn, it makes him jump in his spot, his already nervous demeanor tensing all the more.

“Shit, sorry!” You’re quick to apologize. “I didn’t expect you to come.”

“Oh.” He sounds hurt.

“I’m so glad you’re here though.” You’re quick on damage control, happy to see his eyes brighten at your words. “I wouldn’t have had any fun if I went on my own.”

“You know the host, don’t you?”

“I do, but he’s all over the place.” You begin, taking a hold of his hand and leading him to your car. It was an old Honda, older than you. It was dingy and it made more noise than it should but it got you places. “But he swears he’s a horrible host if he doesn’t at least greet everyone.”

“What’s his name?” He’s quick to put his seatbelt on, watching your every move with excitement. It takes everything in you to not reach over and pinch his cheeks.

“Yoongi. You’ve probably heard of him by his stage name though, Agust D.”

“You’re friends with Agust D?!” His eyes practically bulge out of his face. You glance at him as you pull out of the driveway, an amused look on your face.

“Yeah, you a fan?”

“Only the biggest! Him and RM are so cool! They’ve been integrating J-Hope and they’re going to be the sickest trio around!” You let the younger boy fall into his happiness filled rants over your best friends and it brings you a sense of pride. You weren’t too known in your town or college but people would hear of you in passing, mostly for your sweet friendship with the rappers. It wasn’t often you liked to compare yourself to them, but they were always quick to shut you down. If you ever needed a place to crash, they welcomed you with open arms. They’d saved you from having to rent books for your classes as well, sharing with you whenever they could. They were truly amazing and knowing Jungkook was on the same level as them to you, you knew they’d get along well.

“Sorry… I’m being annoying.” And the anxious Jungkook you’ve known for a few weeks comes crawling back.

With a shake of your head, you begin. “I think it’s cute… how much you like them.”

“O-oh. Uhm, thank you.”

It’s then you notice what it is he has on. A simple pair of blue jeans, but the top is what threw you off. It was a sweater vest, a dark red and dark green scheme, a white long sleeve underneath. His style was fairly simply and a bit geeky, and while you found it adorable, you wanted him to loosen up a bit. He didn’t look loose with his shirts tucked into his jeans. You come to the conclusion that he’s a very beautiful man and he was often dimmed with his outfit choices.

While you weren’t known for your greatest style, you still tried your best to show your personality through your outfits. It was the only sense of you that could never be ignored and you loved having that sort of freedom. You wiggle around in your seat when you realize who it is who must buy his clothes — his mother, of course.

“We’re here.” You can’t help the excitement that dribbles from your words, hopping out of the car in a rush. Jungkook follows suit, smoothing down his shirt as he slightly winces at the loud music coming from the house. Only one of your friends was in a fraternity and it gave Yoongi the opportunity to hosts them in a large enough space and for that you were grateful — his old parties in his one bedroom apartment were horrible.

Walking over to Jungkook, you do the first thing that comes to mind. Reaching over, you untuck the shirts from his pants, letting them flow on him, a much better look.

“W-what are you doing?” He sounds shocked, head pulled back, as if it would put a much bigger space between you. You can’t help but chuckle at the blush on his cheeks, and you place a soft kiss on them. Your lips feel warm at the touch, his cheeks now burning.

“You're handsome, you really are… you just looked a bit stiff.” You admit, pulling away from him but making sure to take his hand in yours. Pulling him into the house, you’re met with a family’s sight of drunken college students, a cheap disco light flashing from the ceiling — an investment Jimin was very proud of. There were already tons of red cups strewn about the place along with bottles of beer.

There was a huge crowd of dancing people in the middle of the living room, Yoongi DJ equipment pushed into the corner. The blonde haired man is completely in his zone as he plays his tunes, Namjoon dancing beside him, drunk out of his mind.

“Want anything to drink? They’ve always got alcohol and non!” You have to raise your voice, mouth extremely close to his ear as you ask him the question.

“Water is fine!” And so you drag him with you once more into the kitchen, where Taehyung and Jimin, the two peas in a pod, are going against Jin and Hoseok in beer pong.

“My girl!” Hoseok is the first to spot you, skipping over to you, wrapping you in a huge hug. “I was wondering when you’d get here!”

You can’t help but laugh as he hiccups in your ear. You pull him away from you, turning to look up at Jungkook who looks awestruck. “Guys, this is Jungkook!” You drag him to the boys, where they all send him small greetings, all except Jimin of course, who already finds it in him to bug the boy.

You decide it’s fine to leave the boy with the talkative flirt, heading over to the cooler to grab a few cold waters, knowing your drunk friends should slow down a bit. You’re greeted by a few of your classmates, even stopping to converse with those you found interesting. By the time you’re back to your usual friend group, you can’t help but feel stunned at the sight ahead of you.

Jungkook was laughing and talking with the others animatedly, throwing the tiny ping pong balls into the opposing teams cup, which was Hoseok and Jin. Jimin and Taehyung cheer him on, taking his beers for him, and you’re grateful they understand his boundaries, not pushing him into drinking.

Walking up to them, you hand them their water bottles, the youngest ones ignore them though, going on with the game. Jungkook sends you a bright smile, teeth on full display, cheeks big and tinted with a slight red. “Having fun?” You mouth over to him, he answers with an enthusiastic nod before his attention is taken by Hoseok who is coaxing him into his team. You watch them all bicker for a while, even putting your own two cents in when Jimin cheats his way into taking one of their cups.

A pair of arms wrap around your frame and you can’t help but giggle when his skinny fingers dance along your stomach, tickling you. “Yoongi, stop!” You laugh, pulling away from his hold as best as you can. He relents in his vicious tickles but leaves his arms around you, head falling onto your shoulder. His breath is strong with alcohol and you knew he wouldn’t be so touchy without the shots of courage.

“What’s up, man?” You reach up to his hair, fingers softly entangling themselves into his hair. “Got tired?”

He nods against you and you can’t help but coo at his cute acts. “Let’s watch them play, alright? Your boyfriends —” a gasp erupts from you when a strong arm pulls you away from your friend's skinny arms. Looking up with wide eye, you come face to face with Jungkook, he doesn’t exactly look angry, but you can tell he’s now uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” You can’t help but worry, eyes trailing all around his body, as if you’d find what it is that’s wrong with him.

Yoongi’s laugh makes you turn your him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “This the nerd you told me about?”

“Don’t call him that, douche.” You glare at him, hand falling onto Jungkook’s bicep, almost protectively.

“Nerd’s jealous,” the amusement on his face doesn’t go unnoticed by anyone, which is what prompts Taehyung to walk over to the older man, placing a soft kiss on his lips. Jungkook’s eyes grow comically wide as he realizes his mistake, turning away embarrassed.

“Tae is Yoongi’s boyfriend.” You turn to look at the boy with amusement in your eyes but you’re washed with worry when you take notice of his tense figure. You turn to the others, “Jimin, we’re going to your room for a bit, that cool?”

The flirt waves you off, full attention on winning the last cup. Intertwining your fingers with Jungkook’s you lead him up the stairs, the only part of the house that was unavailable to those who didn’t live in the frat. The second floor was a bit quiet, even more so when you close Jimin’s door behind you two.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” Jungkook begins spewing his apologies as you give him the chance to take a seat on the edge of the bed. You stand in between his legs, his own arms wrapped around your legs, your bodies close. You can see the only reason he’s not freaking out over it is because of his current freak out.

“Hey, hey, hey,” you hold his face in the palm of your hands. Your hands feel much smaller when holding him in such a sweet way, but you choose to ignore it for now. “You did nothing wrong. It was a little sudden but I understand.”

“I just… I got mad. I sort of thought we…” his words trial off as he glances at you nervously.

“We what, baby?” You call out to him, your hold on him still gentle. “You have to talk to me if you want me to understand.”

He closes his eyes, afraid to meet your own. “I sort of thought we had something going… I know we’re not dating or anything… it’s stupid.” He shakes his head, ready to leave your graso

“It’s not stupid.” You hold him still, his eyes now on yours. “We do have something going. I want to date you. I want to date the fuck out of you.”

He laughs at your words, the familiar blush coating his face. “I wouldn’t show you everything and then not want to date you.” You assure him and he moves around in his spot at the mention of your endeavors.

“But we’ll take it slow now, okay? We’ll talk, we’ll go on dates. Does that sound good?” You question him softly and he nods to the idea.

“But…” he sighs. “You can say no… but…”

“But?”

“I-I I want you.”

Your eyes widen at his words, letting them register in your mind. Once they’re set, you chuckle at his request. “You want me?”

He nods, looking down at the floor, his hands gripping onto your thighs a lot harder now. “I don’t think you can handle me yet.” You tease.

He shakes his head quickly. “I can. I can handle you.”

“Look at me.” It’s a soft demand, but he knows to listen to you, eyes snapping up to meet yours. “How long have you wanted me?”

“So long. It’s been so long… I want you.” His face almost rubs up onto your thighs but he’s holding himself back.

You pull away from his hold and he frowns at the loss of contact. You get on your knees without a second thought, it felt different to now be looking up at him when it felt you had total control.

“Are you sure?” You don’t hesitate to ask for his consent once more.

“Never been more sure.” He pants out softly, excited. His jeans already tightened around his crotch, and you were sure he was throbbing by now.

“Take your pants off for me, baby.” And like a man thirsty for the last drop of water, he rushes to pull his jeans down, pushing them to the side in a clumsy manner. You can’t help but watch in amusement as he pulls his boxers down.

And a sight to behold — his cock stands beautifully, tip red with want. It looked even better up close. The veins that softly protruded from him made you clench around nothing. He was big, bigger than any of the college guys you’d ever been with, but the idea of choking on something so big for the first time brought you a form of satisfaction.

“I’m gonna start now, okay?” He nods his head hastily, ready to begin. He flinches, a long moan coming from his mouth at your hand wrapping around him. His reaction stuns you for a minute, but you come to realize you must be the first to ever lay a hand on him.

“Am I the first to touch you like this?” He doesn’t answer, rather, he lets out a whine at the loss of contact. Looking back over at you, from his previously shut eyes, he swears he can cum at the sight of you spitting into your hand. “Answer me.”

“Y-yes.” He moans out breathlessly, your hand sliding down him with the slick from your mouth. On any other occasion, you would find your antics utterly disgusting — you find spit when you’re in a normal headspace, but when your mind was clouded with lewd thoughts, you liked being messy and gross.

“Hmm, you’re throbbing, baby.” You watch as his face contorts with pleasure, your hand holding onto his cock expertly, tip of your thumb on his tip, to further note what it is he wants to experience for the night. “How’d you think it’d feel good to be inside of me?”

“S-sooo… so good.” He thrusts his hips up, yearning for more friction on your loose hand on him. You tighten your hold for a second before letting your grasp go. The tip of his dick was still red, but there were droplets of precum now dribbling down him, tantalizing you under the soft golden hue of Jimin’s lamp.

And without warning for the inexperienced boy, you trail your tongue up his cock, a loud moan filling the air as you begin to tease at his throbbing tip. You can spot the way his hands grasp tightly onto the blankets of the bed, holding himself back. You sent him a proud look, while you wanted to give him a lovely experience, you still hadn’t gotten to the part that both of you would enjoy immensely.

You continue to sensually move your tongue about him, teasing him and preparing him for your technique. Slowly, you ease him into your mouth, wrapping half of his cock. It’s all too big for you to thrust yourself into, rather, you wrap one hand on the other, beginning to twist it around as you slowly but surely take him in more.

It brings you a sense of relief when you meet with his pleasured face. It’s too much for him to keep his eyes open though, and you can’t help but smirk. The small doing catches his attention, red face turned down to look at you. Your eyes instantly connect and it’s then you decide to put on a show. You don’t let his eyes go and he doesn’t let yours up either, watching as your mouth takes him whole. Your tongue was visible to him as you sheethed him with your spit, hoping to not give him even a peek of your teeth on him.

While you were by no means a virgin, you weren’t all too experienced either. Most of the time you refused to give men blowjobs, not when most college boys looked musty. But watching Jungkook fall apart when you sucked him in and the pout that fell on his face when you took a tiny break, for the both of you, while it was to relax your jaw a bit, it was also supposed to increase pleasure — but you weren’t sure. The only tips you have, you received was from a drunk Jimin who oh-so-badly wanted to teach you how he really liked it, as if his preferences mattered to you.

You had to remind yourself to thank him as you watched Jungkook’s arms shaking, having difficulty holding his upper body up with all he was experiencing. You have to remind yourself to not go overboard with him, scared he’d run off at your strong initiative. Pulling your hands from his sloppy dick, courtesy of your spit and his own slick, you take note of how he misses every inch of him to be covered. His body shakes when you relax your throat and take him further, hard cock meeting the back of your throat. You can feel yourself gagging around his cock already but it only sends a jolt of pleasure through him.

Your hands, still dirty and shiny, fall to his balls, giving them the time of day they deserved. The elongated moan that comes from him as you fuck you fuck your face on him, tells you he’s near and it’s a swirl of pride rises within you. You hadn’t been pushing him into your tight mouth for too long and he was ready to release, barely managing to wrap his mind around your soft deep throating.

His hips begin to stutter, head thrown back, his eyes shut tight at his oncoming release. You bring one of your hands back onto his cock, beginning your ministrations from before, suckling on him, pushing him to his release.

“I-I’m, IIII’m—” is all he can say as he explodes in your mouth. You swallow most of what you can, slowing down your movements, letting him soak in the pleasure rather than overstimulate him to a scarily first extent. Your lips were swollen and carried the remnants of his cum as you pulled away, a string of your mixtures breaking apart, Jungkook’s eyes widening at the sight.

The salty taste of him is all around your mouth, giving you the chance to push him back onto the bed and hover over him. He notices exactly where it is they’re taking it and he doesn’t hesitate to ravish your lips. It doesn’t surprise you to know he is experienced in the act of kissing, his lips brushing up against yours with such a strong want, licking up every last drop of him. The two of you continued fighting amongst one another, tongues swirling when you got the upper hand, until you couldn’t any longer.

It gave Jungkook enough time to settle down from his first blowjob — enough to shakily thank you at least. It makes you laugh and he’s back to the blushing mess you were accustomed to. You coo at him, but don’t hesitate to ask how he feels and if he enjoyed it. He sheepishly admits his true feelings about it — which are all extremely positive, and you feel proud of your skills.

He’s embarrassed when you reach over to Jimin’s bedside table and grab a few Kleenex, taking care of him. He tells you he can do it himself to where you chastise him and tell him you had never been able to give or receive aftercare, so you’re experiencing a first alongside him you’d love to finish.

It’s almost funny how easily the two of you fall into conversation, even going as far as whipping your phone out and scrolling through your social media for a while, laughing at the hilarious videos on your feed. While neither of you got the extra level of care and love one usually gets from their post sex aftercare, it’s still enough to make both of your hearts flutter in a manner you would never forget.

—

“Are you insane?” Is the first thing Jungkook tells you as you hop into his bedroom. “You could slip and break yourself!” He scolds as you close his window behind you, the strong winds of the night making you shiver.

“I’m trying to be romantic.” You roll your eyes, but the remnants of a smile on your lips is enough to placate his running mind.

“Try being romantic at a reasonable hour.”

“This is how it goes in all the movies though.” You frown as you wrap your arms around his waist, his own arms wrapping around you on instinct. “I had to wait until your mom went to bed or you’d get grounded! Or worse, we’d get separated!”

“That only happens in Nicholas Spark movies — this is real life.”

“So real that you still get groundings at nineteen?” You tease and he tenses up slightly. “Sorry,” you’re quick to apologize. “Too early.”

“Only a bit.” He smiles down at you, bunny teeth on display as the both of you skid over to his bed, not once letting one another go.

It bothered Jimin at first, how cuddly and stuck to each other you were. He moaned and groaned on his best friend leaving him for his new best friend, in which Yoongi would quickly remind him of his delusional role.

Most of your time was spent at Yoongi’s apartment or Jimin’s frat — it was the only place the two of you ever got some peace. Jungkook’s mother was constantly around, eyes trained on her prodigal son who she smothered. It made you frown when Jungkook apologized and asked if you really wanted him and all the weight he had to slug around him. It took quite a while to convince him you really wanted him but he was slowly beginning to come to terms with it all.

Seeing him slightly rebel against his mother brought you a sense of relief rolled with worry. Worry that his mother would snap and do something horrible. While you had never heard it from Jungkook’s mouth, you knew she spewed insults at him, belittling him into doing better, even going as far as threatening to harm him. You never had concrete evidence of it, only tears of experience living beside the family of two. You had brought it up once but he denied it completely — swearing his mother just wanted the best for him.

You were unable to go to your home, mostly because his mother was right next door and while your parents paid no mind to you, there’s no doubt it’d slip in town, giving his mother the chance to go berserk. Your friends took pity upon your living situations constantly and it led to dates at their dormitories when they were gone. Countless times Jimin had brought up him and Jungkook getting an apartment together once the new school year began but it never solidified. Not for the lack of trying on the persistent Jimin, but because of Jungkook and his worries over his mother.

It was tricky, and at times you wondered if you two would make it in the long run, even if it’s what you wanted so badly. It drove you crazy how madly you fell for the shy boy next door. He was sweet and patient, never once making you feel like any less than him when you’d get worksheets disastrously wrong. He made you laugh, made you cry with his stunning words, and understood you like no other.

It was no secret that both of you yearned for love and proper attention and care from your family. Barely anyone you shared a blood relation to you paid any mind to you, while his mother pushed him so far deep into a corner of isolation and abuse that he’d have trouble speaking on certain days.

You’d lay with him when he was so beaten down that he was at a loss for words going on hours, you made him laugh when his eyes began to prick with tears, cooked for him when he lost himself in his projects and schoolwork.

You were so boring — never doing anything. Never going out. Yet, you were both so content with the lives you two were creating outside of the hell you called family. Your own family began to flourish, countless nights spent inside of your friends home, all of you sharing snacks and thoughts on the latest movie you watched together. Jungkook created a strong relationship with Jimin and Namjoon specifically, and he was elated at the thought of finally having friends who didn’t use him for help on their homework.

You kept going strong with your own friendships and spent more time at Yoongi’s than you did at home. And not once did you get a call or a simple text asking where it is you were.

But you were happy. Happy with your group of friends and smart man you had for a boyfriend. It would hit you at random times of the day just how lucky you were and depending on what it is you’re both doing, you’d either grant him with a few naughty pictures of yourself or you’d cuddle him until he began to whine about how hot it was.

“I’m pretty sure your mom’s a vampire, by the way.” You begin, looking up at Jungkook, his body laying beside yours, arms holding his head up as he looks down at you.

“And what makes you think that?”

“Why is she just falling asleep at the ass crack of dawn?” You scoff. “She doesn’t even greet me good morning.”

He chuckled at the frown on your pouty lips, placing small and chaste kisses onto them. “You know how she is.”

“Sadly.” You peck him right back, “how’d she get so lucky with a son like you?” Another kiss.

“I could say the same for you,” and another.

“How’d she get lucky with a son like me?”

“Haha.” Jungkook rolls his eyes at your lame joke, face falling into the crook of your neck, taking in your scent. He swore you smelled mine Christmas and he’d double over laughing when Yoongi revealed you custom ordered your favorite scent — a holiday one. But he loved smelling such a familiar and comforting scent as of late, it made him feel like everything would be okay.

“Your parents ask where you’ve been?” He doesn’t mean to offend with the question but he can instantly feel your shift in mood at the thought.

“No… we actually… We got into an argument. My mom and I.” You admit, turning your head from his direction when he lifts up to look at you once more.

“What happened? Are you okay?” He rushes his words, eyes swirling with worry.

“I’m alright. I’ll just be crashing with Yoongi for a while. It’s why I came over… didn’t exactly want to text you this.”

A frown falls onto his lips as he places his big hand on your cheek, making you look at him. Your eyes are big and sad, and it warms his heart when you seemingly relax at his touch. “Want me to head over after school? I’ve got some free time —”

“No you don’t,” you smile up at him, a happy sigh coming from your mouth. “You’ve got to train for that nerd contest.”

“Okay first of all, it’s not a nerd contest. It’s a robotics competition and only the top five talented and smart individuals are able to be invited. And second, you seriously doubt my time management skills and how badly I’d want to see you.”

“We can FaceTime.” You shrug.

“Not the same thing.” He shakes his head, bringing your body closer into his and wrapping you in his arms.

“We text all the time though, it’ll be the same.” You try to assure him.

He shakes his head, “all I’m hearing is lots of movie nights.”

“You’ve got some wax building up in there then.” He can’t help but laugh when you reach out and poke at his ear, grabbing your hand to stop your movements.

“Are you trying to get rid of me, _____?” You can tell he’s teasing but it still makes you shake your head quickly, shutting him down.

“No way. I just want you to succeed. I’ll just distract you.”

“You never distract me.” You give him a pointed look. “Okay, maybe a little but I’m so smart that it doesn’t even bring me down. Trust me.”

“I can’t trust me,” you sigh. “All I want to do is fuck you,” he stills at your lewd words, cock beginning to harden. It’s embarrassing how quick he is to garner such a reaction in his pants. “So, no hangouts for a few days, okay?”

“Is this a punishment? Are you a sadist? I’m all for experimenting but you’re being mean.” It’s his turn to pout and you laugh at his soft spoken words.

“You’re gonna ace that nerd contest, I just know you are.”

The two of you lay in silence, your fingers running through his hair. You repeated the actions enough times to make him sleepy with a frizzy head of hair, the both of your breaths heard softly in the night. The both of you were tired beyond belief. One out of work, the other having woken up to catch sight of you, and your long days were finally catching up to the both of you.

With a tired voice, Jungkook is the first to bring you out of your shared lucid thoughts. “Come to my competition.”

“You’re tired, let’s talk about this later.”

“Please… come… it’ll be the first time someone’s there for me.”

“Your mom goes all the time.” You hum, eyes still shut as you play with his hair.

“She’s there for the win. Not for me.” Your eyes flutter open at his admittance but he himself was also ridden with sleep, eyes shut.

Thinking of how lonely he must have been for so long broke your heart. You hadn’t known the boys for too long, beside Yoongi who you’d known for years but he was far too ahead of you in age to hangout much before, but life wouldn’t be the same. They danced the nights away with you, visited you at your job to bring you some of Jin’s home cooked meals, hold your hair back after a bad hangover, even letting you stay with them for weeks on end with no payment simply because they cared for you. And Jungkook had that now. He had Jimin who texted him daily updates and who urged him to tell him about his day as well, he had Namjoon who he admired wholeheartedly and took advice from, even Yoongi who was a bit apprehensive of him but still welcomed him warmly for you. And he had you. Little old you who he was sharing most of his firsts’ with. And you couldn’t bear to say no to him.

“Okay…” you agree, placing a small kiss onto his forehead before curling up into him.

—

“God, how can someone look so gross yet so good in Jorts?” Jimin groans, dark Ray Bans on his face, eyes tired from the long night he had. You could tell he was completely hungover, it’s why you had stopped by a random gas station for their shitty coffee and a bottle of Aspirin.

“Stop checking my boyfriend out.” You elbow his ribs, a loud grunt dramatically filling the air, few eyes turn to you. You apologize to those around you as you place a hand over his mouth, dragging him from the glaring eyes.

“Do you disagree?” Jimin scoffs, smoothing his shirt down once you let go of him.

You glance over at Jungkook, his mother fixing the collar of his shirt. His collared shirt was a striped one, differing between blue and yellow, tucked into his jean shorts with a thick belt on. He looked like a complete dork and you were sure no one but him would pull off such a look and you loved it. You loved how despite wanting a completely different style, he still managed to look good no matter what he wore. “I don’t, but stop thirsting over my boyfriend.”

He scoffs, “I can snatch him up if I wanted to.”

“Oh, yeah?” The both of you fall into your normal bickering, Jimin going as far as to pinching your side, a guffaw from you interrupted by a pair of arms wrapping around your waist. Turning, you spot the arms around Jimin’s head, Jin having put the younger man into a playful headlock.

“You two better chill.” Yoongi warns you, Jin is doing the same with Jimin. It takes a bit of coaxing, but the two of you are eventually released after a promise of no arguments for the next few hours — for Jungkook.

It’s when you’re in the middle of a conversation with the two older men when the others come around and your boyfriend finally takes notice. He has to be discreet with his smile, turning away from you with a bunny smile still clad on his face so as to not make himself obvious. His mother stands behind him speaking to another mother, one of Jungkook’s opponents. Jungkook had spoken of him a few times, Yugyeom was a great person, just as smart as Jungkook. But their mothers pinned them against one another constantly, the two now only sharing awkward exchanges at meets.

Jimin nudges you at the sight of the flustered man, eyebrows wiggling in a silly manner. You can feel your own face heat up, despite your face not turning a bright red like the man you love. It still made you feel embarrassed… made you feel stuck in love.

“So we can’t cheer for him?” Namjoon asks, turning to you on the cold side bench.

You send him a small frown, shaking your head no as the answer. “But we’ll look lame just sitting here.” Taehyung was the next to speak.

“Do people even cheer at nerd contests?” You can’t help but laugh at Yoongi’s choice of words, the two of you truly being the same people.

“I want to cheer for my buddy.” Hoseok sighs, hiding his poster beside him. In bold black letters it said, ‘go jungkook! fighting!’ with cute stickers sprawled around it. You can’t and coo at your older friend, the boy flustered at your attention, but joking right back with you as you rub the top of his head.

It takes a while to convince Taehyung to not cheer, and once the competition begins, all you can focus on is Jungkook. He was nervous at first, looking to his mother for reassurance, it made your heart fall when she gave him a scowl and muttered a few words that made him frown. As of now, it was the rival schools' turn presenting their design, speaking proudly of how it was done and why it was built the way it was. The little robots looked unbelievably cool, despite some looking a little more messy than others, they all had their own strengths. It dawned on you how intelligent everyone involved in the competition had to be and that only brought greater joy for Jungkook. He really was perfect.

The sound of Taehyung’s loud and deep voice brings you out of your love filled trance. “Go not Jungkook!” His boyfriend falls into laughter beside him, alongside Jimin as the others scold him. “Woo! Go not Jungkook!” And he doesn’t stop, you can’t help but scoot further away from your friend group — not entirely out of embarrassment, but mostly fear of his mother catching sight of you with them.

Jungkook’s attention is caught as Taehyung continues to cheer his ridiculous mantra. A smile falls onto his face and his body shakes as he laughs. He visibly relaxes at the sight of his beloved friend group, but it only lasts a second as he tenses right back up, eyes searching between the group of men you were always with. You raise your arm up in the air to grab his attention, and when he takes notice, he relaxes once more.

The smile on his face tells you all you needed to know. He was happy. Happy to have people cheering for him, even if it was in such a silly manner. He had granted for so long to have what he’s experiencing now and it was a thrill. Such a thrill that he didn’t care for his mother and her hard stare, mouthing out a few words to you. “I love you.”

You’re not shocked at his words. He has said them a few times already, and he swore you didn’t need to say them back. It stunned him just as much when you repeated them back, it was then he promised he’d always be with you. And you showing your pride and happiness for you now only made his feelings grow tenfold.

“You got this.” You mouth right back, bring your fingers up into creating half a heart. The both of you giggle as he embarrassedly brings his own half heart up, connecting it with yours from a distance. It was something cheesy you two liked to do after watching a romcom where the scene made you swoon. Yoongi would never let you two live it down.

Both of you miss his mother’s curious eyes morphing into a harsh look, but she couldn’t do much about it now with Jungkook’s turn coming up.

You turn to your group of friends, Jungkook now immersed in his project. Hoseok was holding his sign up and you fell into a fit of laughter when you read his poster once again, “Go not Jungkook! Not fighting!” Yoongi was having the time of his life, not a single regret of waking up at 8 AM with his boyfriend to get ready.

None of you could fully understand what the competition was really about. Nor what they were saying. Their words were big, way beyond your vocabulary but you all watched intently as the competition truly began. The showcasing of the designs was finished and the cheering began to amp up when they began to control their devices and moved about the enclosed space.

It doesn’t surprise you that Jungkook wins. His design was beautiful, could carry the most weight, and outran the others by miles. His mother took his award for him, not even giving him a chance to glance down at it. By then, the crowds were getting bigger as people dispersed and met with their loved ones.

“Do you think I messed things up?” You hear Taehyung whisper to his boyfriend, a worried look on his face as neither of you can find Jungkook.

You’re not sure what Yoongi replies with, too busy worrying over your boyfriend. Namjoon ushers you to check outside, and you’re quick to do so. The cold morning air hits you hard, nostrils burning slightly as you inhale it all in. You have no time to worry over it when your eyes fall on an infuriating picture.

Jungkook’s eyes were wide with fear as his mother gripped onto his wrist with a tight hold. The tears springing up on his eyes don’t go missed, her mouth moving at a fast pace, throwing insults at her son.

Rushing up to the pair, you take a hold of Jungkook’s arm, trying your best to pull him away from her but it was to no avail. She had a tighter grip on him, causing him strong pain.

“Get away from my son!” The woman screeches as if she’d been hurt.

“Let go of him!” You tell right back, Jungkook’s wincing making you flinch.

“I told you all the time, don’t mess around with the whores in our town.” She directs to your boyfriend who’s eyes widen at her harsh words towards you. “If you want a girlfriend, I can get you one! Jisoo is a nice girl and she’s at the top of her class—”

“I don’t want Jisoo.” He mumbles, too soft that it goes unheard by her.

“I’ll reach out to her father once we’re home. Let’s go.”

“I don’t want Jisoo!” Jungkook’s loud voice startles the both of you. You turn to him, wide eyes as tears stream down his face. “I don’t want Jisoo, mom. Please. I-I don’t want her.” He sobs out, and you can’t help your own tears from falling, taking a step back.

“What are you saying, Jungkook? You sound insane, stop crying.”

“I’m happy. I’m happy with her.” Her eyes fall onto you and it makes you tense up. She was terrifying, and you knew it took a lot for Jungkook to even begin speaking up to her. “Mom, I don’t want Jisoo. I want to be with _____.”

“Well you can’t be with her.” Her grip visibly tightens.

Your eyes widen as a pair of arms push his mother off of him. “It’s not cool to hurt your kid.” Yoongi’s bored voice is heard, his mother appalled at the strength he used to push her back.

“These are your friends?!” She yells right at Jungkook. “How can you be friends with people who blatantly disrespect your mother?!”

“Mom, stop, they’re good people. You were the one hurt—”

“Let’s go, Jungkook. I’ve seen enough. You'll never see them again.”

“I’m nineteen.” His voice is soft.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“I-I mean… I’m nineteen. I make my own choices.”

His mother scoffs, “you make your own choices? Stop being an idiot and get in the car.”

He shakes his head, taking a stance beside you. “N-no.”

“Jungkook. Get. In.” The stress she puts in each word makes you shiver.

“I said no.”

“You can’t say no.” By now, the others were piling out of the community center, watching what’s happening. They’re careful with themselves though, not wanting to make any of it any more uncomfortable.

“Mom. I can say no.”

“And what are you going to do, huh? You have no money. You don’t even know how to wash your own clothes!”

“I’ll learn.” And he’s clear on his stance. You feel a bubble of pride ride within you, taking a hold of his hand, giving it a small squeeze. He holds you back tight, nervous but he’s appreciative of your simple presence.

“I’m not messing around, Jungkook. Get in the car now or you’re on your own.”

The bunch of you go silent, your friends eyes falling on Jungkook, scared of his response. You watch him carefully, his body tense and filled with worry. You couldn’t imagine what it is he’s feeling, you knew he loved his mother, despite how insane she was and it must hurt to have to argue with her after so many years of taking it.

“I-I… I choose her.” While it wasn’t surprising he’d choose his freedom, it still makes your eyes widen in shock. “I love you, mom… I really do… but I love her more.” You almost cry at his sweet words.

“You’re going to regret this. How could you choose a… random girl over your mother? I’ve given you everything.”

Yoongi scoffs, mumbling under his breath. “Yeah, trauma.”

“She’s not a random girl. She’s my best friend. My girlfriend. A-and I love her.”

“Silly boy, you have no idea what love is! Even if you feel this supposed feeling, what makes you so sure she loves you as well?” She speaks of you as if you’re not there.

“I do.” You begin. “I love him. So much.”

She scoffs, but refuses to meet your eyes. “And your parents know of this?”

“They do.” You nod.

“I hope you can come around to knowing her one day, mom.” Is Jungkook’s final words to her as she turns around, saying her last ones.

“Pick your things up. I want you out of my house.”

The lot of you watch as she drives off angrily, all shocked. There’s a minute of silence before Jimin falls into laughter.

“This isn’t funny, douche!” Namjoon pinches his arm.

“No, no, I’m sorry! I just… god, it feels like we’re in a kdrama.” He continues to giggle, falling into Taehyung as he also begins to laugh.

The older of the bunch watch Jungkook intently, as do you. You were afraid he’d be offended by the younger men, only to surprise all of you as he fell into his own laughter.

“We should make this a series, huh?” He laughs, a sense of relief washing over your body at his smile.

“It’ll be a total hit.” Namjoon agrees.

“Can I make the OST?” Jin asks, throwing his arm around the younger boy, all of you beginning to make your way down to your seperate cars.

Yoongi and you share a look as the others begin to converse about the supposed drama they’d love to make. Falling side by side, you take a hold of Yoongi’s arm, looping it with yours.

“Think he’d accept my offer of living with me?”

You shrug, watching him lovingly. “I think so. Probably would have to convince him for a while.”

“Well, he doesn’t have anywhere else to go. Hopefully he agrees quickly.”

You sigh with a nod, your head falling onto Yoongi’s shoulder. “He’s going to hate living with you.”

“I’m a lovely person.”

“Sure you are.”

—

“I’m stealing him.” Jimin groans as the pair of you watch Jungkook speaking to his professor.

You scoff, eyes still on your smiling boyfriend. “He loves me too much to leave.” Jimin scoffs as you take your bottom lip between your teeth.

It had been a few months since Jungkook left his mother’s house and had begun living with Yoongi. It was difficult at first. There were countless nights when he’d cry in your arms, truly missing his mother and wishing she was a better person. He’d fallen behind on his studies for a while as he tried to keep up with his job as well. It was a hard time for him but he got the hang of it. He began to talk to more people, began to join clubs he likes, even changed his style completely.

No longer was he the boy with Jorts and ugly polo shirts. He did a complete 180. He wore nothing but black. Black jeans, black shirts, black boots. His clothes got trendier the more he bought them. He let his hair grow long and dyed it a dark black to fit his chains and loose outfits. He had made his first appointment for a tattoo a few weeks ago, a small design but it fit his arms that got bigger the more time passed as he worked out in his school’s gym.

He completely changed. In the best way possible. His stutter was still there but it lessened as soon as he got comfortable with the person he spoke with. He got back on track with studies. He began to sing with the boys who soon became his best friends. He took you out on dates and loved to hold your hand as you walked side by side.

“_____!” A bright smile covers his beautiful features as he jogs to the two of you.

“Be honest, would you have fallen in love with me if we met first?” Jimin boldly asks as the boy takes a hold of your hand.

Jungkook shakes his head quickly with a laugh. Holding you in his arms. “Definitely would have still fallen in love with _____.”

Jimin scoffs, pretending he’s hurt. “Your loss.” He begins making his way down to your car, having tossed him your keys.

“Hey,” Jungkook stops you in your step. You look over at him, a curious expression on your face. “I was talking to Jay today and he was telling me about this cool piercer and I was thinking… it’d be cool to get one, don’t you think?”

“You… you want a piercing?” The excitement bubbling within you doesn’t go missed.

“Yeah,” he smirks. “Are you into it?”

“Fuck yeah,” you can’t help the groan that comes from you as you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you. Placing a feverish kiss on his lips, he responds quickly, arms wrapping around your waist, hand going lower and lower. You pull away, looking up at him with darkened eyes. “Get a tongue one.”

“Tongue?”

You nod quickly, hands roaming down his back. You lean into his ear, careful with your words. “It’ll make my pussy feel so good, baby boy.” He hides his face in the crook of your neck with a sweet giggle.

“I’m making my appointment ASAP.” He groans, placing sweet kisses on your neck, the both of you laughing as you speak of how your sexual escapades would better with the piercings he would get.

“Stop fucking in the parking lot! I’m hungry!” Jimin groans from the driver's seat, honking your weak horn.

With a role of your eyes, you look back up at Jungkook with a pair of doe eyes, “will Yoongi be out tonight?”

“No, but I’ll kick him out!”

“Good boy.”

“What if we go back to our roots?”

You laugh at his words, “what? Be in separate rooms and act like animals?”

“Hmm,” he presses chaste kisses onto your lips. “I just wanna see you touch yourself.” You flush with embarrassment, holding him closer to your body.

“It’s cute you think you’re taking control.” You hum out the small response before dragging him back to your car where he whines the entire way.

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authors note ᝰ i had actually designed this to be pwp like completely just sexc time (and i had a phone sex scene that i ended up hating) but then i realized how much i love this jk and yn and then i got wrapped up in writing jk and his mother and then i decided the beginning was too filthy and then i scrapped like two sexc scenes… so yeah… a lot of back and forth lol. i did want to put some of yns own story with her parents but i honestly think there’s not much to do about it, i think she would be the type of person to just leave it and i didn’t want to make anyone with a life different from this yn feel weird when their family isn’t truly like that… i hope that makes sense? im ranting atp lmao, but i really hope you all enjoy this! this has been in my drafts for almost five months and i am really excited to hear what you all think about it! talk to me about this, leave a comment or reblog! love you guys :) (this is also unedited, i apologize :))

note ᝰ i want to strongly reiterate, although i don’t go into specifics on yn and her looks, race, ethnicity, etc — she is very much intended to be poc! i, myself, am mexican with a lighter complexion and i know not everyone is like me, so it’s why i don’t go into it but my works ARE intended for poc readers. there will be times when i do go into specifics for the purpose of the series but as of now, i won’t.



this new chapter definitely means shirtless

[cr. jeonxm on yt]

But We Loved Too Young | jjk

❝𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝?❞

↳ Jungkook is everything you’re not, the ying to your yang. Your tight knit friendship nurtured from childhood survived the major life events that most don’t, and to that end, you suppose you’re fated to be together, until unrequited longing is eventually noticed, and boundaries are forever crossed.

↳ Female reader x Jungkook

↳ 10.4k

! Strong language, childhood friends to lovers au, lovers to strangers au, big timeskip au, college to adulthood au, inexperienced Jungkook, inexperienced reader, angst and tension, explicit sexual content, themes of first-time sex and virginity, clumsy sex, premature ejaculation, masturbation, oral sex (m. rec), fingering, voyeurism, mutual pining, strength kink, size kink, creampie, thigh riding, sexual development, themes of possession, themes of abandonment, references to anxiety and insecurity, adult themes throughout !

「suitable for 18+ readers only」  「© September 2022 by jl-micasea-fics」

Jeon Jungkook.

It is difficult to put into terms the nature of your relationship with him, for how does one encapsulate every little thing about a person and what they mean to you in a few base words?

On the surface and when asked by others, you’re friends.

You grew up together, on the same street amongst the same circle of people. You went to the same nursery, reception and primary school, joining high school at the same time and navigating the complicated weavings of prepubescent hormones and the dreaded onslaught of examinations.

Your relationship with Jungkook, by and large, typical of those where two people know each other ludicrously well. Jungkook knows your ways and mannerisms, how the volume of the car radio must be set to even number, lest the world end. He knows your likes and dislikes, how you prefer summer over winter, iced beverages over warm. He knows how to bring you down when emotions take you particularly high, and how to push your buttons in a bid for the opposite. With him, you can be quick to either anger or laughter, and it’s dependant entirely on him which you get.

Yet even so, for as much as Jungkook has engrained himself into your life, and you his, the passage of time leaves nothing untouched.

High school graduation was the first time you felt it. The first time you’d even thought about it, in truth.

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