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Blank Pages. JJK [m]

bestfriend!jungkook x reader

Genre: one-shot; smut; romance; non-idol!jk; f2l

Words: 8k

Synopsis: You have a secret: you're a popular writer on Wattpad. The worst thing that could happen is your best friend Jungkook to discover that your erotic novels are about him...

Warning: protected sex; oral sex (f. receiving); writing of sex scenes

JK was pounding into me at an animalistic pace. I couldn't help screaming his name due to the overstimulation of the three precedent orgasms. His grip around my hips tightened as he was reaching his high. A few more dick strokes were provided before I could feel his hot shots of cum inside my pussy.

It didn't take long for the both of us to fall asleep, exhausted by the intense sex ride.

Your cheeks are red when you finish posting the new chapter of your story on your Wattpad account. Vivid images of the imaginary roll in the hay fill your brain — and your panties with wetness. You always feel the same after writing a sex scene starring your best friend: horny and guilty. You can't imagine how Jungkook would react if he knew he was the main character of a popular erotic online novel... You would die of embarrassment, knowing your best friend, whom you are madly in love with, had discovered your deepest sexual fantasies — featuring him. On the other hand, writing those filthy stories is your way to control both your feelings and your desires. Jungkook is your best friend, you can't risk your friendship.

You didn't have any thoughts other than trying to contain your sexual attraction for him when you created your Wattpad account. You had never thought that so many people would read your stories. You can't deny that you feel kind of proud that people love your writings but you also feel horrified that so many strangers are fantasying — and obviously masturbating — on your best friend. You are so glad that you kind of anonymized him by using his nickname JK. You mean, people could think it stands for Jin-Keon, right?

Just as if you needed some reminder that your writing is nothing but fiction, your phone screen brights up to notify a new message from the very same Jungkook.

'Hi, buddy! We're going to the club with the guys, wanna join?'

You hate so much when Jungkook calls you 'buddy'. It's so far away from the nicknames you wish he'd give you. In your stories, JK always uses 'baby', 'babe', sweetheart' and this is what you want... Not a stupid 'buddy' like you were his classmate in sixth grade!

You growl in frustration and answer that you're too tired and you're just going to bed. Your best friend replies that he is disappointed not to see you tonight and you hate how your weak stupid heart melts at that. You are also disappointed not to see him tonight or every single day of your life. You wish you could go home after work and know that Jungkook is waiting for you before heading to bed, together. You know damn well those are silly thoughts and maybe that's why they hurt so much. They are too far away from reality.

As you think.

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You hum, half-asleep as you feel something moving against you. You tighten your arms around the thing next to you to keep it still. However, it moves again to softly caress your hair.

"Y/N, let's go to bed" A whispered voice says

You lowly growl and bury your face deeper into the thing you're hugging. If you weren't in this sleepy state, you could notice that what you have in your arms is actually Jungkook. He doesn't really mind and it's not the first time your movie night ends up with you falling asleep. He'd just let you gradually collapse on him because he knows you always feel cold when you are sleeping. So he is happy to provide some warmth while you're visiting Morpheus' world. He even rested his arm around your shoulders to be a little more comfortable to watch the end of the movie — and enjoying this excuse to hug you.

But now, the film has ended and the couch is not the best place for a full night of slumber. Jungkook sighs when he accepts the fact that you just won't wake up. He tries, as gently as he can, to stand up and lifts you up in his arms. He pushes his bedroom door open with his foot, which causes him to almost loose balance. Finally, his mission is a success when he lands you on his bed without waking you. He smiles softly as he looks at you. He wonders what you are dreaming about right now. Are you having nightmares because of the horror movie? Or are you in a happy place full of your loved ones? He hopes for the latest.

He heads to the bathroom, brushes his teeth and joins you in bed. He knows you don't bother sleeping with him — it's not the first time either. And honestly, if he knew your feelings for him, he could be even more aware of how poorly you care. He makes sure the covers are tightly wrapped around you and scoots closer to hug you. He likes how your smaller body fits in his embrace — it's way better than his usual pillow. He gives you a small peck on the top of your hair and follows you in dreamland.

The sunlight coming through the unwell closed curtains wakes you up. You're surprised not to feel cold as usual in the morning. You want to lift your hand to rub your swollen eyes but you can't: something, or more like someone is completely wrapped around you. Your eyes snap open when you realize it's Jungkook. You turn your head and your heart melts at the sight: his sleepy face is so cute, especially with his pouty lips. You're close enough to clearly see his scar on the cheek as well as the little molds on his nose and under his lower lip. You wish you could taste its softness. You move carefully to free one arm and you caress your best friend's hair as softly as you can to not wake him up. You almost moan when you feel how silky it is underneath your fingertips. God, Jungkook is so perfect that it hurts to look at him.

Your heart beats fast in your chest due to the proximity but it suddenly stops when Jungkook, in his sleepless, presses you closer against his body. And then, you feel it. As clear as day. His morning wood. It stands hard against your lower belly and you gulp. Does your saliva drive straight to your pussy? Because your panties are now soaked. Oh god, Jungkook's cock is pressed against you and you love it. All kind of sinful scenarios take control of your brain and you wish your best friend was a sleepwalker but more like a sleepfucker. Okay, you are clearly deranged...

A normal person would try to bring some space between your two bodies but you do the opposite: you scoot closer, almost grinding on his boner.

Small sleepy growls from Jungkook make you stop moving as you really don't want your best friend to know how much of a sexual freak he is turning you into.

"Good morning, goober" Jungkook says with his sexy raspy voice before kissing your forehead

"Hi" You reply with cheeks as red as a tomato

Fuck, you still feel his dick but Jungkook doesn't seem in a rush of stepping away. Does he not feel it? Or maybe he does and he needs some friction because he fucking holds you tighter. You wish you could feel embarrassed but it's not the main emotion you experience: your horniness takes the most of you. If Jungkook doesn't release you soon, you could jump on him to ride him. Perhaps all the hot sex scenes you have written are messing up with your brain and you can't distance fantasy from reality.

(Un)fortunately, your best friend frees you to stretch. You try your best not to peak at the tent of the sheets caused by his hard-on. Jungkook leaves the bed and stands up in front of you, asking about breakfast with a very distant — according to you — voice. However, you can't focus on any words he is saying because the only thing that gets your attention is his — huge — bulge in his boxing shorts. He clearly doesn't wear any briefs and your mouth waters at the fact there is just one layer of fabric separating you from his cock — and also a whole moral code but you can't care about it right now. On the hand, it's not like Jungkook would stop you but you don't have any idea of it. A sparkle of playfulness brightens his doe eyes as he notices how you are gazing at his dick.

"Are you even listening to me?" Jungkook asks while snapping his fingers right in front of your face

"I-Jungkook, you..." You start but struggle to find the words that won't make you look like a sexual freak

"What?"

"You, uhm, seem to be awaken" You eventually decide to say

Jungkook looks at you with a faked questioning face and you point at this crotch. Rather than to be embarrassed, your best friend smirks proudly.

"Impressed, right?" He teases you and your cheeks take a new brighter tint of red

"Jungkook!" You scold him but you secretly are impressed by his obvious blessed area — way bigger than you have wrote

Your best friend just laughs with his childlike cheerful chuckle and announces that he'll cook some rice with sausages. You fall back on the bed, sighing in frustration. Jungkook is driving you crazy and you wish you could take off his wry smile by sitting on his pretty face. However, you decide it would be wiser to just sit on a chair and have breakfast with him.

"I could like to go to Songdo Beach today and go on a ride of the Busan AirCruise" You say at one point, your mouth full of food which makes barely impossible for Jungkook to understand you

"Why? You already did it a hundred of times"

"But it's raining today!" You pout "You know I love the atmosphere the rain gives to the skyline"

Your best friend does know it. You have told him countless of times how relaxing you find the sound of the rain on the glass cable car and the pale blue, almost lavender color, the Busan sky gets tinted on rainy days. Jungkook sighs to pretend it's a burden to go with you but you both know he likes it too.

As usual, the queue is not that long. Busan people tend to stay home or to take shelter in the numerous trendy coffees. What a shame people don't appreciate how nice it is to fly upon the near ocean while raindrops surround you. As usual, Jungkook buys the tickets for the two of you. You don't quite understand why he insists every time to pay but you can't deny it is heart-warming. Your best friend knows it's one of the things you love the most in life so he just wants you to enjoy it entirely.

A soft smile paints your lips as you step in the cable car. Slowly elevating you in the sky, you watch the nearby buildings growing away between the big and round drops of water. The sight is blurred yet so poetic. The glass floor allows you to take a peak at the waves and if you look at the ocean side, you can see some huge cargo boats, waiting in Busan bay to deliver their merchandise.

The calm atmosphere, enhanced by the melody of the rain on the glass, soothes you. However, Jungkook couldn't just let you be and he suddenly moves to make the cable car swing. You scream and scold him which only makes him laugh. As usual.

"Let's take a picture" Jungkook says while pulling off his phone from his oversized bomber jacket pocket

Then, he sits next to you and frames to crystalize both your two faces and the skyline in the background on the photo. You and your best friend smile brightly. If someone asks Jungkook right now, he could say that it's one of sunniest days ever because of how radiant you are.

"A last one" Jungkook announces

He clicks on the button to snap the picture at the exact moment he pecks your cheek. The photo clearly notifies how surprised you were, your eyes growing wider and your mouth slightly opened. However, your shy face mixed with your blushed cheeks make you really, really cute in Jungkook's opinion. He can only chuckle as he gazes at the picture with affection eyes. He will definitely make it his new wallpaper.

However, the small peck you have received from your best friend moves you more than it should. Your heart beats so loud in your chest that it seems to echoes down to your toes. You try to calm down and you resonate: it doesn't mean anything for your best friend. It's just a small friendly peck. Fuck, you write some erotic stories in which the characters fuck like beasts, you can't be all shaken up by a stupid kiss on the cheek!

You soothe your crazy heart by focusing on the view of the grey tinted skyline and on the few people defying the rain with their umbrellas. Deep down, you know it's the best memory you will have on the Busan cable car despite the numerous times you went on.

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"What do you think about this one?" Jungkook asks you a few days later while presenting another shirt in a dark blue color

You try hard to put a smile on your face to hide your painful chest. Does your best friend have any idea that helping him choosing an outfit for his date is torture for you? You could wince at the pain if you didn't have to act like normal.

"I think the white one is better" You answer nonetheless "You can't go wrong with it"

Jungkook nods and then finishes you completely: he casually takes off his t-shirt, flashing you with his so perfect buff chest. If it's true that you sometimes gripe when your best friend spends two hours at the gym, you are so thankful of it now. You practically drool when your eyes run through his flexing biceps — the right one delicately wrapped with ink —, his well-defined pecs and his fucking hot abs. You almost faint when your glance ends up its route on his very low pants, making his V-line and the hem of his black underwear visible. His skin seems so soft, your fingertips tickle at the thought of touching it. Fuck, this is better than anything you have ever written. You gulp when you think about all the nasty things you could like to do with Jungkook's torso.

"So, what do you think?"

Jungkook's question snaps you out of your fantasies but you have absolutely no idea of what he is talking about. Suddenly, the thread escaping from your jeans is very much interesting and you just pray that Jungkook hasn't noticed how you were eying him.

"About what?" You timidly ask

"Gogi Yummy, the restaurant I'm taking her to. Do you think it's a good idea?"

Your heart squeezes painfully when you think about Jungkook having a perfect date, doing everything you could like him to do, with someone else. You wish you could be a good best friend and be happy for him but the truth is that you love him too much not to feel hurt when he is going on a date.

"I think it's great" You reply as cheerful as you can be but still not looking to him in an attempt to hide the hurt in your eyes

"What about you?" Your best friend suddenly asks

"What about me?" You repeat his words with confusion, brows furrowed

"When are you going on a date?" He clarifies

You sigh while notifying him that you don't have time to look for a date. The real reason is obviously your feelings for Jungkook, you don't want anyone else but him.

"You know Jimin, right? The last time I saw him, he told me you were cute. Maybe you should give him a chance" Jungkook tells you with an encouraging tone but you only wince, which makes him sigh "Look, if my date goes well, we'll do something together, the four of us. This way, you won't feel pressured. How does it sound?"

Awful. But there is no way you'd confess that, especially when Jungkook is looking at you with his sparkling doe eyes and his so cute bunny smile. So you tell him that it's a great idea and you hope, even more than before, that his date is a disaster so you don't have to go on a double-date during which you won't be the partner of the person you love.

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JK was drawing delicious patterns on my clit with his tongue. I couldn't help tugging on his raven hair, not really knowing if it was to stop him or to urge him to do it harder. My breathe was cut when I felt a long and thick finger sliding into me, automatically making my walls clench around it.

"I'm close"I told JK, which provoked a proud smirk on his face

His only mission on Earth seemed to be providing me great orgasms — and he'd never failed.

"Come on, baby. Make me taste your yummy juices" He teased me, sending me on the edge

He stood up and took off this t-shirt so I could admire his delicate yet strong torso, the definition of perfection. His muscles were making me feel all kinds of butterflies in my stomach — or was it the remains of the orgasm? — and JK knew it well. He knew he was teasing me, and the way he was flexing his muscles proved me right. My mouth watered and my hand caressed the bulge of his six-pack. His tattoos always had an effect on me, making him as intriguing as sexy. A sin I wouldn't care to go to Hell for.

I wished I had time to enjoy it more but I had to go to work — JK's cunnilingus made me late as it made me come.

You save the last chapter and publish it on Wattpad. You stroll through the comments and smile when you read some very supportive ones. Almost every readers are in love with JK — only of they knew that real life Jungkook is one hundred times better. You sigh in content and close your laptop, ready to head to bed but your phone rings, stopping your plans of having a good and relaxing sleep.

'My date went great. Save your Friday night buddy cause we have a date ;)'

Why does your best friend have absolutely no clue of the draggers he is stabbing into your heart? To be fair, he went on this date because he thinks he doesn't stand a chance with you but you obviously don't know that. You growl and turn in your bed, tugging your sheets around you like if you were a burrito. Yes, going on a date with Jungkook is one of your dreams but going on a double-date with Jungkook having another date than you is a nightmare. You spend the night ramming through all the possible ways the date can go, which leads you to cry when scenarios of your best friend kissing a girl in front of you play in your mind.

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You growl while taking your clothes out of the washing machine. You don't what went wrong but it seems like every single pieces of clothing has sized down. Well, you could guess what went wrong: you were deep in thought and clicked on the wrong washing program. You sigh when you see your favorite dress... A slight and ridiculous hope that maybe it's not too bad makes you try it on, which takes you way more efforts than usual. But it only confirms what you thought: the red dress is now so tight that it looks like a second skin. The bottom hem barely covers your underwear and shows some of your ass in the back. And let's not talk about the neckline because it's worse: half of your bra is on display.

Of course, fate is never on your side — because it has been such a nice day so far. You hear your front door opening and it only means one thing: Jungkook is here. He is the only one to have a spare key — which was supposed to be for emergency but turned out to be a way to visit you without warning every time he is in the mood to. You start to panic but you don't have time to cover yourself as your best friend's pretty face appears. You feel embarrassed to show so much skin to Jungkook, even though you often fantasize about him seeing way much more. Shock — and some other expression that you could interpret as lust — paints his features. His eyes run through your very exposed body and your cheeks match the color of your 'dress'.

"Are you going to wear that?" Jungkook asks with a as natural as possible tone while he places his hands in front of his crotch to prevent you from noticing his growing boner

"Are you crazy?!" You defend yourself "I fucked up my laundry, that's all. I have no other choice than to throw away my favorite dress" You sigh in despair

On the other side, Jungkook likes the new style of the dress. It's now his favorite. Fuck, you're hot. You look so naughty. And it's even better when you turn around and some of your asscheeks are visible. He wonders how they would jiggle if he'd spanked you. He knows he shouldn't have this kind of thoughts about you but he can't help it. Your body is so fucking perfect. The peak he had of your big rounded tits, covered by your bra which led appear the shadow of your picky nipple, and the almost peak he had of your panties drive him mad. He does't think you should throw the dress away. You should keep it. For him. For when he fucks you.

Jungkook tries to get rid off those thoughts but his hard-on makes it difficult. When you send him off to change, he gladly accepts and opens your fridge, pretending he is looking for some soda, to let the cold soften his cock. You'll be the death of him.

"What are you doing here?" You asks, making your best friend jolt

Jungkook grabs a random can and turns around to discover you are now wearing your usual light green sweatpants and an oversized t-shit — former his, if he might add. You are really messing with his brain because earlier, with your tiny dress, he could pretend that his attraction was just a normal one of a guy seeing a sexily clothed girl. But now, even with a not so appealing outfit, he still thinks you're beautiful and hot.

You lift one brow when your best friend doesn't answer. Jungkook clears his throat and tries to gather his thoughts. He needs to focus on something other than you, otherwise he risks to cancel all his plans to fuck you against your washing machine.

"I wanted to ask you if you wanted to grab some food at PadThailand. It's been a while and I know you like it"

Your heart melts at the fact that Jungkook thought about you before ordering from one of your favorite restaurants. Your smile seems to illuminate the place, so much that your best friend wishes he had sunglasses. You nod with enthusiasm, spurring Jungkook to call the restaurant and book a table.

You've changed, for the third time of the day, into a simple jeans and long sleeves sailor top. You feel proud to match the area of PadThailand, the restaurant being close to one of the small ports of Busan. Delicious scents of fresh cooked fish fill the air, putting you in the mood of eating. You could even change your usual order and try the lemongrass cod fish. You giggle with eagerness, you can't wait to have your stomach full of delicious food.

"You look like you're in a good mood" Jungkook notices, a few meters from the restaurant location

"Of course!" You reply, cheerful "I'm going to one of my favorite restaurants and I'm with my favorite person"

You don't realize how your words made Jungkook stop his track. You continue your way to the door while Jungkook is trying his best to hide his wide bunny grin.

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Friday night. The day of your 'date'.

You did make an effort on your outfit, opting for a cute black denim skirt and silver top. Actually, you were quite surprise when you stepped into the restaurant and discovered that your clothes matched Jungkook's. Your heart skipped a beat at the thought that people around you would mistake you two as a couple. However, the euphoria left soon as your eyes landed on your best friend's date: a gorgeous girl named Minji. It took you everything you have to smile at her and lie while saying 'nice to meet you'.

Thankfully, the awkward silence that was getting set at your table disappears with Jimin's arrival. You can't deny that the brown haired man is handsome. Honestly, if you weren't so head over heels for Jungkook, you could kill to kiss Jimin's pulp lips. You also like the white light cotton t-shirt with longs sleeves Jimin chose to wear: the thin fabric gives a peak of his dark inked patterns. Do you have a tattoo kink? Well, it's definitely Jungkook's fault.

After ordering some drinks and food, you are starting to think that the night is not a complete torture — despite the occasional kisses between Jungkook and Minji. The girl is actually very nice and tries her best to find common tastes between the two of you. It honestly would be way easier if she were a bitch... You can't even hate her!

Jimin, on the other hand, is funny and shares a lot of stories of his last holidays which were a rollercoaster of unpleasant events. You don't have to force yourself to laugh and genuinely find his company pleasant. Yet, you can't imagine having feelings for someone other than Jungkook. You love him like you've never loved before. He swipes away every competition without even trying. He is more handsome, funnier, nicer than anyone else. He knows you more than anyone and he knows how to help you before you can even say you need him. It's like he can read in your mind, what a shame he can't see in your heart that it's full of him...

However, Jungkook begins to regret having set a date for you. Yes, he is Minji's date but it's just an attempt to stop thinking of you. Actually, he thought that if you were with Jimin, it would help him putting an end at his stupid crush. But the dragger in his heart when you smile at Jimin is a clear reminder that it's not just a silly crush... Jimin is having everything Jungkook wants to have with you. He wants to take you at the restaurant, as a date, just the two of you. He genuinely had more fun at PadThailand with you the other day — when he could pretend it was a real date, even if it was just in his head — than now with Minji. But he thinks you'll refuse if he asks you out, you have never acted like Jungkook could be something other than your best friend.

"Hey, Y/N" Minji starts with a cheerfulness that you can imagine innate in her "You said you love reading. You should follow this Wattpad account"

She hands you her phone and you stop breathing when your very username appears on the screen. Your whole body freezes and your blood is redirected in your legs to run away.

"The author is so good! Her writing is amazing" Minji continues

The compliments would please you in other circumstances but right now, it's the worst thing ever.

"And fun fact, the character of JK makes me think of you" She adds as a killer shot for you when she turns to address Jungkook

You feel so ashamed that you just keep your head down, the phone giving you a great excuse for it. You wish you could just curl up and die. Oh my god, what if Jungkook reads it? What if he knows it's about him? He will definitely know JK is supposed to be him! And he will fucking know how you dream about him fucking you in all kind of lustful fantasies! He'll think you're sick and deranged, there is no other way. He'll think you are obsessed with him and will cut all ties with you. Your throat is so tight that you can't even breath properly. You need to escape, far and fast.

You wait ten minutes not to sound suspicious and then fake an emergency, lying that you have received a text from one of your friends. Jimin, so kind by nature, offers you to drop you off but you refuse, even though you do appreciate the gesture. You basically run away and yell a taxi to head home as fast as possible.

Panic takes control of your body, making you shake and breath heavily. You walk back and forth in your bedroom as you wonder how you are going to get rid off this troubled situation. You definitely can't delete your Wattpad account now, it'd look way too suspicious. The only thing that soothe you is that Jungkook doesn't like reading so he won't look at your — erotic — stories. Right?

Why did you have to write those? You are so stupid, fantasizing on your best friend and making the whole world know! You should have kept your sexual dreams in your bed, rather than crystalizing them on white pages.

Your hands cover your burning cheeks before going to the bathroom and splashing some cold water on your face as a ridiculous attempt to wake up from this nightmare.

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Two weeks have passed since the double-date. Jungkook and you have hanged out like nothing happened — actually for Jungkook nothing happened. However, even though you really wanted to hide from him out of embarrassment, you couldn't without presenting yourself as the culprit of these stories. Your best friend was his usual self and he didn't even talk about your Wattpad account, which slowly relieved you. Like you said, Jungkook doesn't like reading, he won't do it so you can live your life without thinking about it anymore. You did stop writing though and you felt sad when you've read comments of people missing you and waiting for the next chapter.

What you don't know is that Minji has insisted so much, arguing that the main male lead of your story was just like Jungkook, that your best friend took on himself to browse through your Wattpad account. And he read everything. At first, he was quite amused at the resemblance: more than the JK name, the fictional character has black hair and tattoos just like him. The sex scenes were intense but still a little too soft for Jungkook who likes it real rough — but it's not like you can know it. But then, Jungkook grew suspicious, some scenes being very familiar to him. Like the one of the two main characters going to the beach but can't to swim because they forgot their swimsuits. Or the one when they were cooking together and JK seasoned the meal the narrator took hours to cook with sugar instead of salt. Another example was an argument between the two characters over the film they should watch at the theatre. Jungkook clearly remembered a very similar scene with you that ended up just like the book: him buying his own ticket for Fast&Furious and you throwing your popcorn on him.

A — absolutely ridiculous and impossible — thought came to his mind: were you the author? That couldn't be. You were his best friend, and you've never seemed to be interested in him — despite his endeavours he might add. But then, how could the scenes in this book be so much like the ones you two'd shared? And then, a crazier thought lighted up in his brain: are all the sex scenes you have written one of your desires? Would you like him to fuck you, to finger you, to lick you? Thinking about your pretty face torn by pleasure made him hard in his pants. He went though the hot scenes for a second time, trying to acknowledge what you like. As insane as it might seem, if Jungkook has the chance to, he'll fuck you and he wants to be prepared. Well, that's if you are indeed the author of the book. Which is such a foolish idea that he can't allow himself to grow too excited because the odds are not in Jungkook's favors.

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You are heading to Jungkook's place after receiving a text from him. He asked you if you wanted to watch a movie and you accepted. However, when you enter his apartment — you also have a spare key of your best friend's door —, the usual bowl of popcorn is no where to be seen. Jungkook has a ravishing look with his grey sweatpants and black oversized t-shirt. It's just his common look but it's so good on him.

"Hi" You greet him with a hug "You don't have any popcorn?"

"No, but maybe I have some underbaked cookies that we could eat with ice cream" He replies

You just freeze. Those underbaked cookies with ice cream are something you've written in your story. Did Jungkook read it? It's a catastrophe. You have to act like it's nothing, like you don't know what he means but god, you're such a shitty actress and your best friend knows you better than anyone else.

"Why would I want underbaked cookies?" You ask but your tone is so unsure that it only betrays you

"I don't know" Jungkook starts "Maybe because I'll get to eat you out to be fully satisfied"

Oh god. He. Did. Read. Everything. You wish the ground opened underneath your feet to swallow you whole. You throat is too dry to reply anything and your burning cheeks are screaming 'I'm the author! I'm guilty your Honor!'. You want to run away but you can't, your body refuses to move and you just keep looking down. You are so ashamed that your eyes get watery. Jungkook must hate you to have sexualized him like you did. Worse, you published this sexualized version of your best friend on the Internet and thousand of people have read it.

"Why did you write those stories?" Jungkook asks you

His tone is not harsh but not sweet either. It's just a little softer than neutral and it hurts in your heart.

"I don't know" You whisper with a shaky voice

"Don't lie to me, Y/N" Jungkook cups your face with his hands to force you to look into his so beautiful doe eyes "Tell me, I'm just trying to understand"

You are destabilized not to see any anger or disgust on your best friend's face. You thought he could be furious but he is not. He really seems curious to know. But that would mean you'd have to confess your feelings and you're not ready to hurt.

"It's just things that came to my mind" You half-lie

"So it doesn't mean anything?"

Your mouth opens in surprise at your best friend's question. Or more precisely at his tone. It's like he is hoping for it to mean something. You're taken aback. It's really not the reaction you expected. You remove his hand from your face so you can try to think again. You're lost in all the overwhelming emotions you're experiencing.

"I-" You start but nothing follows

You don't know what to say. Especially when Jungkook is looking at you with such an intense yet loving eye. Like he wants you. All of you. Your mind, your heart and your body. And you'll be happy to give them to him actually.

"Do you love me, Y/N?"

Once again, your eyes widen. You shouldn't be this surprised, it is just a logical question to ask after your interaction. You want to tell him but you're scared. Jungkook is perfect. He is the most handsome man but it's nothing compared to his personality. He is sweet and caring. He is hard-working and never gives up. He is supportive and always willing to help his friends. He is so perfect. Too perfect for you. You have nothing to offer him, he could find someone better just by snapping his fingers. But your best friend stops all those negative and destroying thoughts when he speaks again.

"You don't have to tell me" Jungkook says with a deep voice you've never heard before "I won't either. But I will show you"

With those last, enigmatic words, he cups your face with his tattooed hand. A immediate feeling of warmth rises upon the area he is touching. His thumb caresses your cheek, so delicately that you could think Jungkook is afraid to break you, but it soon drifts away to land on your bottom lip. The thinner and pinkish skin is soft underneath the pad of his finger and he can't wait any longer: he needs to feel the softness with his own mouth.

He kisses you and god, what a perfect kiss. The best one ever. His pulp lips feel like silk. The pressure is the right one: deep enough to draw butterflies in your stomach but not too much to completely overpower you. Jungkook wants to give you the opportunity to stop the kiss if you want to. But you surely don't want to. Quite the opposite: you want more.

Your hands go up to hide in his black hair to keep him close. It's the sign Jungkook waited to deepen the kiss. His hands are now on your back, pressing you closer against his strong body. Everything is just right. You seem to know each other's body like your own. Jungkook said he was going to show you he loved you and he does. The kiss is passionate but so loving at the same time. You have the feeling to fall in love with him all over again.

Without breaking the kiss, he leads you to his bedroom, which is easy since you know well his apartment. Jungkook takes off your shirt and he looks at your breasts long enough for you to grow embarrassed. But then he whispers to himself 'so perfect' and you don't feel unsure anymore. The way Jungkook looks at you makes you feel like the most beautiful woman alive. To be fair, you are for him.

Jungkook cups your tits still covered by your bra and leans down to hide his face in the valley of your boobs. God, he loves them so much. You moan when he starts to kiss the available skin. But it's not enough, for any of you. Your hand sneaks behind your back to undo your bra and finally free your breasts. Jungkook doesn't waste time and grabs one boob before squeezing it in his large and warm palm. His mouth works on your other nipple, licking, sucking and even deliciously biting it.

He invites you to lean on his bed and you're happy to do it. Jungkook grabs the hem of your pants and slides them down with your panties. Your pussy is already glistening with arousal and it's driving him crazy. He can't even control himself when he step closer to eat you out. His tongue is fast and precise on your clit and you can't help the moans from escaping your lips. Your head is thrown back and your fists are clenched around the sheets. Your cunt is soaked by your horniness and Jungkook's saliva, creating a real mess between your legs.

"More" You groan

Jungkook smirks while he enters your tight pussy with two fingers. The stretch is so fucking good that you whimper. His pace doesn't show any mercy but you fucking love it. Maybe it's Jungkook's skills or maybe it's your strong feelings for him but your orgasm is close. Your legs start shaking and you rest them on your best friend's shoulders.

"Your pussy is so good" He says against your wet clit "You've dreamt about that, uh? You little minx"

Your head is spinning because of your horniness. You feel like drowning into pleasure and Jungkook's expert fingers hitting your g-sport repeatedly are pushing you over the edge. Your back arches and your toes curl while you're trying to control your orgasm. It's too good, you don't want Jungkook to stop just now. But then, he talks again:

"I've read how you wanted me to eat your pretty pussy. You're a little slut for me, isn't that right?"

His dirty mouth — both words and acts — makes you cum on his face and fingers. Jungkook's digits are squeezed tightly by your walls and he pushes your limits by pushing on your sweet spot harder. It cuts your breathe and you feel your orgasm lasting and lasting until you can't take the overstimulation anymore. Your legs try to close but they are stopped by Jungkook's head and your hands tug on his hair.

"I'll fuck you good"

Jungkook's promise lights up your body once again. You settle down from your high just in time to watch his strip show. His pecs and abs are so perfect. You wish you could lick them but your body is still in the fog of your orgasm so you just can lift your hand to caress him like you've dreamt of so many time. His skin is warm and soft but his muscles are hard right under. Jungkook closes his eyes to enjoy your touch. He's imagined it many times before you and your delicate fingers on him are delightful. His hard cock twitches in his pants when your hand reaches the hem of his sweatpants. The bulge is clearly visible and your mouth waters.

You push the pieces of fabric down to free is big cock. Oh god, it's bigger than you thought. Some pre-cum is leaking from his tip and you use it to jerk him off. Jungkook growls out of delight and your hand works fast on his length. The sight of your small hand around his cock is fucking hot but Jungkook wants to fuck you. You two will have a lot of time in the future to experience other things.

"I want to fuck you" Jungkook says but it's also a consent question

As much as he wants to, he won't if you tell him no.

"I want it too, Kook"

Your best friend walks to his nightstand after getting off of his pants and underwear. He grabs a condom that he quickly puts on and joins you on the bed. You're gorgeous, all naked, in his bed. Lust is written on your face and he still can't believe you're looking at him. He wants to worship you and he will, but right now, he will fuck you like there is no tomorrow.

You open your legs wider for Jungkook to take place between them. He grabs his hard cock and slides the tip up and down on your folds. Your back arches.

"Please, Kook, I want you" Your whipped voice is driving him crazy

He enters slowly, not wishing to hurt you. The way his dick is stretching you out is insane. Jungkook is big but it's fucking good. He fills you so well. When he sees you relaxing, he starts to move back and forth. Your soaked pussy helps him to enter you without any difficulty. His hands cup your face to kiss you. Your moans are swallowed by Jungkook's mouth and your hands grabs his wrists when he pounds you at a faster pace. Soon, your tits are bouncing with rhythm and your groans get louder.

The grab on your jaws tightens and Jungkook rests his forehead on yours. He fucks you passionately. You wrap your legs around his waist to deepen the poundings. The slight change of angle places his dick directly to your g-spot.

"Here!" You scream and clench around him

"Your pussy is so tight but you still want to be fucked rough" Jungkook smirks "You told everyone but me. I'm so disappointed, baby"

His dick strokes are harsher and deeper, kicking the air of your lungs every time. The sound your clapping skins create is loud and sinful. You're close again and Jungkook can feel it.

"You're sure you don't want to tell me that you love me?" He asks with heavy breathe "Because I'll fuck you better if you do"

It's enough for you. Your walls are squeezing him impossibly tight. Jungkook almost winces but the fucked expression on your face is so worth it.

"I love you, Kook!" You scream when you cum hard on his cock, your vison blurred by the tears of pleasure and love filing your eyes

The euphoric state provoked by your orgasm and your feelings make you loose your mind. You kiss him but a salty taste mixes in your kiss. When Jungkook wipes the corners of your eyes, you realize you're crying. You don't even know why.

"I love you too" Jungkook whispers

A few more hard poundings are provided and Jungkook cums in the condom. You're both panting and Jungkook is almost crushing you but you don't care. His face is hidden in the crook of your neck, kissing your skin tenderly. You hug him tightly when you finally realize that your best friend loves you too.

Your cry shakes your body and Jungkook lifts up his head and his heart squeezes when he sees you.

"Hey, don't cry, baby"

He kisses every single inch of your face: your lips, your cheeks, your nose, your forehead and even your eyes to make your tears disappear.

Jungkook pulls out of you and takes off his condom. He quickly comes back to hug you tight. You truly appreciate how gentle he is. He has always been but now, with the love in his eyes, it's even better. Your whole body feels full of love. You know it's the right moment to share all the things you've kept to yourself for years.

"My head and my heart are full of you" You say "I'm drowning in the ocean of the love I feel for you. I love so much that it hurts, Kook"

"Your words feel so good" Jungkook replies with watery eyes, gently patting your hair "I can't describe as good as you my feelings but one thing I can say is that I love you. I love you, Y/N, and I'll never be tired of telling you or showing you how much I do"

You cry like a baby, undoubtedly the result of your post-sex tiredness and the tsunami of emotions Jungkook's confession provokes. It's the first time tears provoked by your best friend are welcomed.

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"So, what's next?" Jungkook asks the next day during breakfast

Just as the last time you've spent the night at his place, he woke up with a morning wood. Except that, this time, you made love. It was different from yesterday but as good. Maybe even better because you weren't in the over-everything that your love confessions provoked. You took your time, you kissed and kissed again while caressing and feeling each other.

"Maybe I'll need some inspiration for the next date scenes" You tease him

Jungkook giggles while scrunching his cute nose. He knows you so well and yet, this part of you, your writer part, was completely unknown until a few days ago. He also knows that your book is just an excuse to take you on a date. Honestly, he doesn't have to make any excuse to ask you on a date. He wants to do it. He has been wanting for years and now, you're his girlfriend.

"You're sure you don't need inspiration for your sex scenes?" He asks playfully

You smile and scoot closer to wrap your arms around his neck.

"I could use some help" You whisper before kissing him 

K

Mutual Help | #58

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

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The first issue happens shortly after your shenanigans with Jungkook.

Everything has been dealt with regarding your planned and first official vacation. Accommodation, flight tickets, even some of the activities all of you have agreed on. While you had enough time to dwell back into your working life (Jungkook free to some extent), each day has become closer to the D-day. 

You're not going to lie. You're excited to get out of Seoul – as much as you love the city – and experience some fun memories with your friends. With them, you will have the time of your lives. However, all plans come crashing down with a single message from Jimin. 

For some reason, his previous planned holiday is canceled by his boss himself. They're low on the employees and there's nothing else that could be done. 

“Maybe there will be a last minute change but I don't think that's gonna happen. I think I should cancel my flight tickets while I can.” Is what he said through a message. 

Taehyung was the one who took it the worst. To explain it correctly, Taehyung cursed the shit out of Jimin's boss and how devilish it is of him to ruin the holiday. Holiday without Jimin sounds sad and suddenly, none of it seems as exciting as you once thought. 

Perhaps the reason behind your sulky mood is the fact that you don't like when something is not going according to plans. Or more like – you're excited about something, already imagining and having a certain vision of things when it suddenly gets ruined. Funnily enough, Jimin is the one who takes it the best. He laughed and joked about it, though he surely does feel a little upset by the sudden changes. 

Nobody wants their summer holiday to get taken away, especially when he has to be working instead. Jimin insists all of you should go regardless of his absence when the idea of trying to get another date comes to the surface. Though, that's even trickier when three people have to change their already confirmed and planned holidays. There are your co-workers who have scheduled free days too. To say it shortly – it's not easy at all and would bring more trouble than good. 

Even Jungkook who's his own boss has scheduled photoshoots and overall work. He could possibly cancel it, but that would bring no good to his name and business. Plus, he would lose money obviously. 

Jimin stays positive and prays that maybe someone from their team will come to the rescue. 

It's a little more than two weeks before your planned vacation. You're in the middle of folding your freshly washed and dried clothes while Jungkook's humming can be heard in the background. You video-chat him, giving him advice on what clothes to give away to charity. Something he has been doing for a while now. 

Taehyung would tell him to sell everything and Jimin would tell him to give away everything. You, on the contrary, can reason with him. The piece of clothing he hasn't worn for the last year is good to go, because he will probably never wear it again. It's why you help him with that instead of any of the guys. 

After that is done, you just casually chat which to be honest, you're glad for. It's not like you haven't done that in a long time, but it feels way more calm than anything you've done for the past few months. It's a nice change compared to your wild thoughts. You just can't bring yourself to dwell on it – because you're going to lose it. 

“Oh found this one just now,” Jungkook says, cutting off your thoughts which is probably for the best. 

You look at him, his phone propped on his kitchen counter and from the looks of it, you can just imagine the device leaned against his bowl of fruit. He stands with a leather jacket in his arms, showing it off so you could see it better. Little does he know, that article of clothing is not one to be forgotten. 

“What do you think?”

“You want to give it away?” you almost gasp, hands on your hips with a mouth agape.

“Why not?”

“Because it's the legendary jacket, you can't just give it away.” you protest, seeing him blink at you a few times before he bursts out into the cutest fit of laughter.

Teeth on display, nose scrunched along with the ends of his eyes, he laughs. “Legendary jacket? What are you even talking about?”

You pout, rolling your eyes at him.

“It's just a regular leather jacket. Everyone's got one of these.”

“That might be true,” you start, Jungkook's eyes wide as he teasingly nods, motioning that he's listening. “But it looks way too good. Plus, you wear it often, right?”

God, you hope he does. Now is not the time to thirst over him and how fucking good he looks in that stupid jacket, but well… that's exactly what's happening right now.

“I haven't worn it in a while, it's too hot for it.”

“See? You will wear it once it's colder. Keep it.”

Jungkook stares at the jacket for a moment, his eyes glinting and watching the screen where you're currently finishing up folding your clothes. With a tiny smirk, he places the jacket to the side and leans against the counter. His forearms rest on it, head cocking to the side.

“I can't believe Jimin is not going with us.” Jungkook admits, mouth curling into a displaying frown which you immediately mirror without even looking at him.

Sitting on the couch with your phone in your hand, you sigh disappointedly. “Don't even mention it. I'm so upset over that. Honestly, what a stupid boss.”

“It happens here a lot though.”

“I know,” you whine, “But still. It ruined our plans and I feel so bad for him. We're gonna have fun and he will have to stay here and work. It won't be a proper vacation without him there. It was supposed to be all of us.”

“Jimin wants us to have fun.” he responds with a soft tone, thinking of the stupid situation himself. 

“It's not gonna be it when he's not there.”

“It fucking sucks,” Jungkook sighs. “Maybe he'll be able to join us last minute.”

“I doubt it,” you frown, Jungkook snickering at your pessimistic self as you give him a glare, knowing exactly why he's laughing. “He would have to get his flight tickets at the last minute, plus his accommodation is already canceled. What if the place we'll stay at won't have any free space?”

“There's a couch, he could sleep there.” he shrugs.

“Nah, flight tickets would be a problem. It's vacation season.”

“Or maybe he will be glad to spend some time with his girlfriend.”

You frown, “Not wanting to pull out Taehyung but he's with her almost all the time.”

“And how would you know that?” Jungkook chuckles.

“Well, when he's not working or with us, he's obviously with her.”

Jungkook keeps grinning, not really having any argument because he knows you're right.

“You sound like Taehyung.” he teases.

“Oh fuck off!” You both laugh. “It's true though.”

“It is. Can you blame him?”

“What do you mean?”

“If I had a girlfriend I would wanna be with her too.”

You frown at that again, staring at Jungkook on your screen who seems to shrug innocently. “But Jimin was excited to go to Hawaii.”

“Yes,” he says slowly, “I'm just saying that even if he's not going, he would spend time with his girlfriend and he would enjoy it either way. So no need to be too sad for him. He himself isn't too upset with it.”

“Men,” you sigh, “You all think of pussies.”

“Y/N!” Jungkook almost chokes at your honesty.

“What? Just sayin',” you mutter, “This is important, Kook.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “I was just trying to make you not feel so bad for him. He will be fine. He's a big boy.”

You snicker, “It's a bummer.”

“I know, but I promise you… we will have a good time. Even if it's just three of us.”

“Yeah, I know that–” you mutter, pouting. “Just will miss Jimin there.”

“Speaking of the devil, he's calling me.” Jungkook says, eyes attached to the top of his screen. “I will just call him after this.”

You cackle. 

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing.”

“Come on now,” he groans, “It's impolite to end a call just like that.”

“Just admit you love talking to me.”

He rolls his eyes, laughing as he keeps grinning at the screen. Your own mouth turning upwards as something within your chest tickles. “I do.” 

He admits and that something bursts. You freaking look away with a smile, almost too close to giggling loudly like a freaking teenager. You stop yourself, clearing your throat. 

“You should've seen your face,” he suddenly bursts out laughing. “What was that? Do I make you flustered, Y/L/N?”

“You wish, Jeon.” you spit jokingly right away, your senses acting automatically. 

He suddenly sneezes, loudly and forcingly, your head tilting to the side as he lifts up his gaze, eyes mischievous as a teasing grin makes it onto his face again. “I'm sorry, I'm allergic to your bullshit.”

You gasp loudly, “You piece of shit. I'll get you back for that, Jeon.”

“Yeah, wonder how,” he teases cheekily, “Why's Jimin still calling me? Wait hold on–”

He grabs his phone, tapping something there as you get another angle of his face.

“This angle is funny. Too bad I can't see your double-chin. This could be my payback.” you joke, Jungkook clearly too immersed in reading something to pay you his full attention.

You purse your lips. “Hello? I'm trying to be funny here.”

His eyes widen, your smile dropping.

“Kook?”

“Holy shit,”

“What?”

“Fuck, fuck,” He stands up, almost dropping his phone. “Jimin just texted me–Taehyung is in the hospital.”

“What?!” You yell, standing up abruptly as you clutch the phone in your hands. “Jungkook, talk to me! What happened?”

“I literally don't know!” he exclaims. “Jimin just got the call and tried to reach us.”

“Us? He didn't call me!” you panic, checking your notifications to see them empty. Fuck. You would not forgive yourself if you somehow ignored his messages, even though it wouldn't be entirely your fault.

“Fuck, we need to get there. He's going there right now.”

“Is it serious?” you ask, voice shaking at the thought of Taehyung and something happening to him. He's in a hospital which means it's something serious. 

Jungkook stops pacing, hearing the shakiness in your voice. Bringing the phone closer to his face, he watches you. “I'll come get you, alright?”

You nibble on your nails, nodding still staring ahead of you. 

“Y/N,” Jungkook calls out to you. “He's gonna be okay, alright?”

“You don't know that.” you scoff.

“We don't know any details, so let's not jump into conclusions, okay? Just wait there, alright? I will drive to your place right now.”

“Where would I go?” you exclaim, clearly stressed which Jungkook doesn't blame you for. Instead of calling you out for your attitude, he knows you're worried and stressed.

“Just don't drive anywhere.”

“I won't.” you promise, voice softening. 

“I will call you once I'm there. Don't go outside, it's too late.”

“Jungkook, stop worrying so much.” 

He groans, grabbing his keys as the screen keeps glitching here and there how quickly he's moving. “It's too late. Wait inside.” 

“Okay, sir.” you mutter dryly, Jungkook stopping just to glare at you. 

“Stop messing around. I am not.”

“Jesus, sorry.” 

He rolls his eyes. “Keep your pretty ass in your home. I'll call you when I get there.”

“Then get your pretty ass here, Jeon.” you roll your eyes to give back at him.

He sighs, closing his front door with a loud thud. The connection glitches for a second, his internet changing to his mobile data as he waits for the elevator. “Fuck it.” You hear him muttering, running for the stairs.

You keep pacing in your living room, biting off your nails while not having Taehyung beside you to scold you for doing so. Your heart clenches and worry overcomes you once again. It's Jungkook's car door closing that brings your attention back, watching him put his phone into the phone holder. 

“Kook?” 

“Hm?” he says, putting on his seatbelt as he turns on the engine. 

“Drive safely, okay?”

“I will,” he promises, but you keep giving him the same desperate look. “I promise.”

You smile nervously, ending the call just to be met with a spam of messages from Jimin. 

Jungkook comes shortly after, just enough for you to check all the lights and gas before you leave. He definitely drove over the speed limit but you don't dare to scold him once he calls you. You spot the familiar Mercedes slowing down the parking lot just as your phone rings. Just like he wanted, you stayed inside. Knowing there's a low chance of something happening to you – considering this neighborhood is pretty much safe and you've walked when it was way later than now  – you also know he cares about your safety, so you didn't feel like disobeying his direct orders. Or more like a plea that would end up in a frustrating scolding if you didn't listen to him. 

Once you get inside the car, you buckle your seatbelt and Jungkook speeds out of the parking lot, rushing to the hospital where Jimin texted him details.

“Jimin is there.”

“What happened? Did he tell you?”

Jungkook shakes his head, checking on you for a split second before his eyes are back on the road. “No, he's still waiting.”

Luckily, the hospital where Taehyung's at is not that far away and it takes you approximately around fifteen minutes to get there, with all the red lights you had to stop at.

You've never had to go to a hospital here because something happened to one of your friends. To go through this and watch how Jungkook says Taehyung's name at the reception, trying to get any information doesn't sit with you well. You're full of nerves, sticking to Jungkook's side as he handles everything by himself. The nurse questions your relation to Taehyung but luckily, has no problem giving you directions of where to find your friend. 

“Couldn't she tell us if he's alive?” you grumble beside Jungkook as he tries to follow her directions from before. 

Jungkook chuckles, “If he wasn't, she wouldn't just tell us where to find him.”

Sighing, you follow Jungkook the entire time. “Have you been here before?” you question him in the elevator, a suspicious, curious look glinting in your eyes where worry was found before. 

Jungkook gives you a side-glance, sighing before looking ahead. “I have.”

When he doesn't elaborate and is silent, you lean yourself forward to catch his eyes. “When?”

He straightens his posture.

“It's just because you kinda know your way around here.”

You don't remember him mentioning being hospitalized here, nor coming here for examinations. There's a chance you simply don't know about that. There might be things you haven't told each other, it's practically impossible knowing everything about each other. But you feel if it came to this topic, you would know about it. 

But you don't. 

“I was here with Kiko.”

You halt, a taken back expression taking over your face.

“And because of Kiko.” He adds, clearing his throat at the mention of his ex. Almost as if you would bite off his head just for mentioning her name. 

You chuckle at that. “Oh, I didn't know that.”

“Yeah, didn't think of mentioning it before.” he mutters.

“Was she hospitalized here?”

“Do you really wanna know or you're just nosy?” he teases, wiggling his brow at you as you roll your eyes.

“Just answer, Jeon.”

“My curious delicate flower,” he continues to tease, ruffling your hair in the process as you elbow him in the ribs. “She had something with her shoulder once, she went here for rehabilitation.”

“Oh,” you let out slowly. “Was she fine after that?”

Feeling a burn of someone's gaze, you see Jungkook side-eyeing you. “Don't pretend like you care.” he chuckles, shaking his head at you as you smack your lips at him in annoyance.

“I wanna know! Stop making it seem like I'm a heartless monster!” 

“I wouldn't dare.” he jokes, continuing to shake his head as you sigh in irritation at your very annoying friend. 

“I advise you that.”

He snickers, “Damn, so scary.”

“Jungkook, seriously. I'm gonna kick you in the balls if you're gonna continue this.” you warn him, hearing him laugh as he leans against the elevator's wall. 

You glance at him, annoyed expression as his brow cockily lifts up. 

“Not the balls, damn, you monster.”

“Keep talking and you'll see the real monster.” you mutter, your bickering interrupted by the elevator's ring, informing you of your floor. 

Walking out of there, all the fun disappears as soon as you see and smell the sterile surroundings again, along with sick patients of all sorts which truly breaks your heart. You understand why someone hates hospitals so much. You never truly belong to that people, never really had that awful experience. Everyone you lost in the family had left at their peaceful homes. You never had to say goodbye to anyone here. 

Although, you do remember visiting your father's mother – your dear grandmother  – when you were a kid. Unfortunately, she passed away when you were around six. The only thing that bothers you to this day is that you don't have many memories with her. Since you were a little kid, you only remember very little. Plus, there are days when you wished she was still here. To talk about the craziness you've experienced in both families. To help her and show her your gratitude for raising your dad and his four siblings, when she was all alone. She was truly an inspiration for you. 

Your dad says you get a lot from her. You'll never forget a conversation you had with him about her. 

“You remind me of her sometimes. She had a good heart like you have.”

That's what he told you when you were around eighteen. Your dad is not a sentimental person. He doesn't usually say many heart-warming things, so to hear him saying that just made you emotional. Thinking of it now, it still does in a way.

“Sorry, we are here looking for our friend? They told us at the reception he's on this floor. Kim Taehyung?” Jungkook stops one of the nurses, surprisingly stopping a male who kindly shows you the way to see your friend. 

Jungkook looks behind, making sure you're there as he gives you an encouraging smile. You wonder if he's scared as fuck of what you're about to see as well. Is he pretending to be brave and having his shit together because of you? Are you preaching? 

Jungkook is the most caring friend. You don't believe he's not worried as much as you are. 

“Ready?” he asks, tilting his head toward the direction the nurse sent you. 

Naturally, like your body calls for his proximity and safety, you wrap your arms around his forearm, clutching to his side as you give him a nod. He leads you to one of the rooms, both of you cautiously peeking inside as the scene in front of you makes you both gasp loudly, catching everyone's attention in the room. 

There he is. 

If someone told you you will see Kim Taehyung laying in a hospital bed, you would laugh him off for some reason. All of you would. So to not only see him lying there but having a huge cast on his leg, his face pale and hair unkempt, you and Jungkook gulp at the sight. 

Jimin stands there, arms crossed over his chest as his hands rub his lips nervously. A woman stands next to him, a little behind him, noticing your and Jungkook's presence immediately. 

That has to be her.

But before any of you can pay her attention, Taehyung steals it without even knowing as he groans. 

“What the hell happened?” You almost shriek as a panicked mother, tearing yourself off Jungkook's side as you rush to Taehyung's side, Jungkook following you right after.

Both of you having a concerned look, Taehyung takes a minute to recognize you. You make a grimace, you and Jungkook giving Jimin a stare as he goes to say something, but he's interrupted by the patient himself. 

“You guys are here?” He looks shocked, making sure it's really you as he squints his eyes at you both.

“Of course we are–what happened, Tae?”

“Ah, don't even ask! That shit is so fucking embarrassing!” he dramatically sighs, slapping his palm over his forehead as he disappointedly shakes his head at himself.

“Can he just tells us what the fuck happened to him?” Jungkook mutters under his breath, causing you to elbow him like before.

Jimin clears his throat, “He was at the gym and accidentally dropped one of the dumbbells on his feet.”

“Jimin-ah!”

“Man they asked!” Jimin exclaims, trying to keep calm. 

“You guys came here because of me?” Taehyung pouts, changing the topic as you and Jungkook stare at him completely dumbfounded. What is wrong with him?

“Of course we did,” you assure him. “We would be here sooner, but Jimin had to call us. Why didn't you call us too?” you frown.

“Actually, the nurse called me. Taehyung gave them my number.”

“Well, that's great.” you mutter.

“Well, I'm sorry!” Taehyung mocks you, slapping his arms against the fluffy duvet he has thrown over one side of his body. “How could I know if you guys are not fucking somewhere behind our backs?”

“We don't do that!” Jungkook reacts.

The room is filled with craziness. 

Jimin sighs, deadpanning at his friend. You and Jungkook loudly gasp, your hand over your fast beating heart. 

The room is silent after that, Jimin's eyes directed somewhere behind you and Jungkook. You both turn around to see a nurse coming in, an awkward smile attached on her lips as she holds the clipboard with her. 

“We had to give him some painkillers, he was close to crushing his toes. He's a little drugged by now.” she informs you, perhaps trying to make you less embarrassed because of your friend. 

“I will come back and fill you with more information.” She sets up the clipboard on his bed, everyone bowing to her as she reciprocates it before walking away. 

“Ignore him, he's drugged.” Jimin apologizes to the female beside him, her eyes eyeing you and Jungkook as you shift on your spot. 

“Yeah, he's just babbling nonsense.” 

Taehyung scoffs, luckily keeping his mouth shut about this topic. “Yeah, by the way guys, Jimin brought his girlfriend. They were on a date when his friend was dying.”

“You weren't dying, Taehyung.” Jimin corrects him, giving him a stern look as the younger friend puts his lips into a thin line, frowning. “Ah, guys. This is Rinn. Wanted to introduce you to her under different circumstances but well, babe–” 

Taehyung gags in the distance. “Knowing you, you would've kept her secret for another year.”

“This is Y/N and Jungkook. My friends.” Jimin grits through his teeth, giving a forced smile to his blonde girl. 

“It's nice to meet you. Jimin talked about you a lot.”

“Really? Because he really didn't–”

You kick Taehyung's mattress, ignoring his nasty glare as you both bow at each other. 

“Nice meeting you too, Rinn. Welcome to the craziness.” Jungkook chuckles, “Jimin is a great guy. Hope this didn't traumatize you.”

She giggles, Jimin laughing nervously while you watch Taehyung who sulks in his spot. “No. It didn't.” she assures Jimin as she cuddles up to him. 

“Tae, how are you feeling?” you ask, focusing your attention on your sulking friend. 

You sit on the edge of his bed, brushing a few strands off his hair.

“Embarassed and like a fucking idiot,” he mutters. “I got so much attention at the gym. Fuck, I am used to attention but not that kind.”

“The most important thing is that you are okay, Taehyung.” Jungkook butts in, trying to sound gentle as he eyes his friend's new cast. 

Taehyung scoffs, “Does this seem fine to you?”

“I meant it that you're alive. You'll have this cast for a few months but you will be fine. You're lucky nothing worse happened to you.” Jungkook explains. 

“Fuck, I feel high,” he sighs, dropping his head on the pillow as he stares at the ceiling. He gulps, whining. “What about Hawaii? Fucking hell. I can't go.”

The realization hits all of you, yours and Jungkook's eyes meeting as you pout. 

“We can go next year.” Jungkook tries but you know it will only do so little. 

“We will cancel it too. There's no point in going when both of you don't go.” you tell him, Taehyung frowning as Jimin gives you an empathic smile. 

“No, you guys have to go.” Taehyung says, your eyes lifting up in surprise. But before you can say something, mouth already opening, he continues. “Everything's paid for. Jimin barely got the money back for flight tickets, I don't think I will get mine. It's too close to date.”

“Tae is right,” Jimin agrees, “You can still enjoy it without us.”

“I would hate myself if you didn't go there because of my clumsiness,” Taehyung admits, frowning. “Y/N you were so excited to see Hawaii.”

You stare, pouting as your eyes get teary for some reason. The entire situation is shitty as fuck and Taehyung's pale face is not helping. 

“You have to go.”

“I'm sure accommodation can be arranged just for the two of you. It's worth a shot.” Jimin says.

“We could try but I don't know…” Jungkook groans, sighing in disappointment at the fucked up situation. “We'll talk about it later. You're more important now, Tae. What can we do for you?” 

You nod, listening to Taehyung who sighs, cracking his neck. “I would die for McDonald's right now.”

Snorting, you shake your head at your friend. 

“You shouldn't eat right now, Tae. You have a good amount of meds inside you. It would probably make you sick.” Jimin reminds him. 

“We should just wait for the nurse to give us more information. Then we can figure it out from there.” you say, Jimin and Jungkook nodding in agreement. 

“This fucking sucks.” 

You make yourself comfortable on Taehyung's current bed, humming. “Tell me something about it.”

A few minutes later, a male in his mid-thirties (you're guessing) comes in. Wearing a white coat, you almost forgot how handsome some doctors can look, he eyes everyone in the room – mostly surprised to see so many people but then none of you are family members. He does question it but doesn't send you away. 

“...fortunately, Mr. Kim, your accident hasn't permanently damaged any of your nerves or bones. You'll have to wear a cast for a couple of weeks until it's healed, and after that you will need to be careful. But we'll take it from there and discuss further recovery steps.”

Taehyung looks like he's five seconds from dozing off or as if he could care less, you're trying to hold back your laugh while Jimin and Jungkook are the responsible ones. They keep nodding and looking seriously at the doctor using terms you've never heard before. You're sure none of them have and the fact they act like they do makes you want to laugh. Rynn stays behind, sitting on the chair next to a window. You get a feeling she might feel not unwelcomed, but definitely out of her comfort zone. 

She sees four friends sticking together, three of them that she hasn't seen before. Honestly, it's not weird to see a woman next to Jimin. It is weird to see the affection they have going on, even though so far it has been pretty low-key. 

As the doctor finishes and informs Taehyung he's able to go home after they run some tests on him, he gives you a shortly lasting look. You smile, looking away in shyness as you're met with Jungkook's side-eyed frown. He has done that a lot today, you think.

You just innocently shrug, both of your attentions turned to Taehyung who starts to complain all over again. 

“You guys should go. You were on a date, right? Me and Kook will take care of him.” you tell Jimin, feeling bad not because they had to cut off their date, but you feel bad toward Rynn. 

She probably wants to be with her boyfriend, it has probably been too many events for her tonight. You could sympathize with her and imagine what it feels like for her. Besides, there are three of you here. There's no need for all of you to be here. Taehyung will be fine. 

Someone just has to wait with him for more tests and results, so he's really safe to go home. Plus, he needs to be driven home as his ride here was an ambulance – something he's still complaining about how awkward it was when it arrived in front of the gym. 

“Yeah, go. They will take care of me.” Taehyung mutters like the child he can be, met with yet another glare from you. 

Jungkook tries not to laugh while Jimin frowns. “No. We could wait here and drive him to my place.” Jimin argues, turning to Rynn. “You don't mind, right?”

“Fucking hell,” Taehyung whispers under his breath. “Why are you asking her? Just go and have your date.” He rolls his eyes at Jimin who clenches his jaw.

“I don't mind.” Rynn tells him silently, assuring him.

“Somebody's gonna have to take care of your ass, Taehyung-ah. You can't be alone at home right now.”

“I'm not a child.”

“Sometimes you act like it.”

“Okay,” you butt in, standing up. “It's too late to be arguing in a freaking hospital. So get it together, both of you–” You're met with a glare from both of them. “Jimin wants to be here for you, so don't be childish Taehyung. They can have a date another time.”

“What she means to say is–” Jungkook starts, standing behind you. “We're all willing to stay here and help.”

Jimin and Rynn have a silent conversation as Taehyung purses his lips and closes his eyes, ignoring his surroundings. Deep down, you know he wants Jimin to be here for him. He's just childish because Jimin is dating now and even though Rynn doesn't seem to be a bad girl, it's different now. Suddenly, there's another person in his life and in their friendship as well. It awfully reminds you of the situation you had with Jungkook. 

It's still slightly different but similar in many ways. You know how Taehyung feels. The difference is that Taehyung also knows shit about relationships. He can't understand why Jimin, the guy who used to fuck purely for fun and enjoyment, is now dating someone. 

“Guys, could you drop off Rynn at her house? She lives nearby, so it's not too far away.”

“Yeah, sure. No problem.” Jungkook responds. 

“Come on, it's late. We should all go to sleep. They can handle it from there,” you say, motioning for Rynn to join you. “Don't worry, we're friendly and don't bite.” 

She laughs, some of her nervosity dropping.

“Yeah, they're too into each other to care about anyone else.” Taehyung comments.

“Y'know what Taehyung? If you don't want your other leg in a cast, you better shut up.” you warn him, feeling Jungkook's hand on your lower back as he shakes his head, silently telling you it's not worth it as an amused smile plays on his lips. 

“Which one?” Taehyung asks cheekily, having the time of his life when he watches your realization into disgust.

“Jesus, man. You should sleep it off.”

“That's not gonna help. This is Taehyung we're talking about.” you murmur to Jungkook.

Taehyung is about to say another nonsense, stopped by Jimin's palm as he gives him a warning stare before he walks up to you and Jungkook.

“Guys, please do not interrogate her. Okay?” Jimin pleas, sounding nervous as you and Jungkook share a knowing look. “No, please. Don't look at each other like that.” 

Little does he know it wasn't because of what he thinks it is, that you will go against his wishes, but it's the cuteness of how he doesn't want to ruin anything between them. You've never had a chance to see him like this. 

“Don't worry, we're gonna be on our best behavior.” Jungkook jokes, causing Jimin to whine but there's no time to have such a silly conversation. 

Jimin turns to Rynn, telling her something before they share a kiss. You're ready to squeal at the cuteness as Jungkook tries not to laugh at you, cheekily poking you in your side while Taehyung looks grumpy.

“I'll text you and see you tomorrow, okay?” You hear Jimin say just as you bid goodbye to Taehyung, who's already too sleepy. 

Jungkook pats the top of his head before you leave Jimin with him and part your ways. But not before you hear Jimin's silent scolding. “You see? This is exactly why I didn't want to–”

You and Jungkook try not to laugh on your way out of the room, sharing a look in the hallway as Rin silently follows you, probably wondering who the hell has she just met. 

“She's quiet.”

You break a silence by stating something both of you are thinking. Rin is not exactly communicative, kept it very casual and both, you and Jungkook, could get the hint of her not wanting to really talk. 

“She might've felt bad because of Taehyung.” Jungkook responds, a thoughtful frown making it on his face as he drives you through familiar streets that lead toward your home. 

During the slightly awkward drive to Rin's place, Jungkook tried to excuse Taehyung's behavior, thinking it's the main reason for Rin's distant behavior. It's not like she wasn't friendly or has done something out of place. She was just… quiet. She kept it simple, not engaging in any further topics. And regarding Taehyung, she just said it's okay and that was it. 

It was certainly none of you have expected. You tried to make the atmosphere lighter, forcing chuckles and grins for her own sake but she just didn't seem to care. You're not going to lie, that stung a little and you had to grit your teeth to prevent yourself from really asking her – What's up?

But then you realize, you have no idea how she's feeling. She met all three of you in the span of one hour and with Taehyung's insanity and even bolder mouth than ever, it has been a lot for her probably. 

It's not like the three of you are too much to handle, right? 

“You think so?”

Jungkook chuckles at your question, “Tae took it too far. Anyone would've felt uncomfortable.”

“Come on, he's on drugs–” you scoff out a chuckle as if that excuses him. “He wasn't fully himself.”

“He was pretty much Taehyung, what are you sayin'?” Jungkook laughs.

You smack your lips together, a laugh escaping past them as you gently nudge his arm. “You know what I mean–he would've behaved slightly differently if he wasn't in that state.”

“Hm, that could be true,” he mutters, driving with one hand as the other rubs his lips thoughtfully. “Maybe she's just shy, would explain a lot.”

“Maybe,” you hum, “Can you believe it though? Our Jimin has a girlfriend. Who would've thought?”

“Not me,” Jungkook jokes, quoting one of the famous sounds on TikTok which causes both of you to break into laughter. “I hope she's not terrified of us–or Tae.”

“There's nothing to be terrified of when it comes to us!” you exclaim, giggling when you see Jungkook's grimace of pursed lips and raised brows. “I don't know. I thought it would go differently when we would finally meet her. Not like this.”

“None of us expected it,” Jungkook says, “But it doesn't matter. All that matters is that Taehyung is okay.”

“Oh god, he's gonna be such a drama queen once they release him. A cast on his leg?”

Jungkook laughs, knowing exactly what you mean when it comes to Taehyung. “He's gotta get used to it. At least for a while.”

While a short silence follows, one thought is rooted inside your mind which causes you to nibble on your lips. “Kook,”

“Hm?”

“This means we're going alone to Hawaii?”

Jungkook sighs, thinking through his answer as you watch the side of his face and how street's signs and lights illuminate his features. “If you want to.”

He stops at the red light, a few cars stopping behind you as you stare out of the window to avoid his stare once he glances at you. You see him in the reflection. His eyes momentarily watch your form, perhaps trying to decipher what you're thinking before he looks back ahead, staring at the road instead. 

“This is not how it was meant to be.” you mutter.

For some odd reason, you feel bad for even saying it. It almost sounds like you don't want to go with Jungkook. It's not that at all. Sure, the thought scares the fuck out of you – but Jimin and Taehyung were supposed to be there. All four of you. Making new memories and doing something new, something precious for your just as precious friendship. 

“We don't have to go. We could try next year.”

“No,” you shake your head, “Everything's paid for. It was already trouble enough to deal with Jimin's reservations and now it's the same with Taehyung.”

“Listen,” Jungkook sighs, the engine roaring back to life as the red light changes to orange. By the time it's green, Jungkook puts the car into drive and speeds through the main road. “I know it's not ideal, but I don't want you to go if you don't feel like it.”

“It's not ideal but–” you stop yourself, groaning at your stupid way of explaining your feelings. “I made it sound as if I didn't wanna go with you…” you trail off, somehow starting to feel nervous which is stupid. 

Jungkook stays silent. You're not sure if it's because he wants to listen to you or because he silently agrees. You did make it sound like that. 

“I just–would it be wise?”

“Wise?” Jungkook frowns.

“Well–just the two of us.”

Jungkook stares ahead before he throws you a quick glance. It takes approximately five seconds for him to release a chuckle as he shakes his head while you're the one who stares in confusion now. 

“So that's what you're nervous about?”

You roll your eyes, not being able to say anything. It's partly why you're so unsure about this. The last time you and Jungkook stayed alone… things happened. And while you would like to believe you're strong willed, there's a part of you that fears the exact opposite. 

It's insane how Jungkook gets it without you actually having to say anything.

“What? You can't keep it in your pants, Y/L/N?”

It's the cocky tone that makes your mouth drop open, but that single sentence is enough to make you stutter and you literally fight to get proper words out. “You're the one bringing that up!”

But Jungkook laughs, completely ignoring your evident attempt of trying to argue with his statement. 

“I didn't even think about that.”

“Mhm, mhm.”

He bursts out laughing, ignoring the way you glaring at his side with a huffy face. “What else did you mean then?”

“None of your business, Jeon.” you mutter, arms crossed over your chest as you fight back a smile when you hear his bubbly laugh next to you. 

“Oh, we're back to Jeon?”

“You're the first one that started with surnames,” you point out, giving him a playful roll of your eyes before you sigh and relax in the seat. “I just meant… maybe it's stupid but–we all know how it ended the last time. This is a vacation, Jungkook. We're gonna be miles and miles away. It sounds–”

“Couple-y?” He finishes your thought. He shakes his head with a gentle smile. “It sounds like fun to me. I'm still me, Y/N.” It's the way his last sentence sounds so gentle and vulnerable that it makes you feel like an idiot for even bringing it up. 

He's still the same Jungkook you've known for years. With or without intimacy.

You just had to talk about Hawaii one way or another. 

“Yeah–I know it sounds like that but I don't overthink it that much. I just meant–fuck, I guess it's a big change from our plans and just us going is…”

“You're scared.” he says, pointing out the obvious that makes you dryly swallow. 

You mentally groan and slap yourself. “How am I supposed to enjoy it when you will be right there?”

“Ouch.”

“No, not like that!” you correct yourself, groaning loudly this time. “You'll be a distraction.”

Jungkook laughs at that, “Distraction?”

“Yes!” you exclaim, growing frustrated but mainly from yourself and the fact you're talking about this. It makes you slightly embarrassed but at the same time it's a relief that you can talk about this so openly with him. “With Jimin and Taehyung there–”

“I can keep it in my pants,” he informs you of something you've heard many times before. “The question is–”

You inhale shakily.

“Can you?”

You stare ahead, eyes wide and mouth agape, tongue softly grazing your teeth.

Well–fuck.

“Listen, just let me know how you decided.”

Jungkook says with a window opened as you stand next to the driver's side, shifting on your spot nervously. You haven't talked much after that. There was not much time since Jungkook drove here in five minutes. 

“I'm stupid for saying shit like that.”

Jungkook frowns, “Hey, you're not stupid. You're unsure and feel bad for the guys.”

It's not even about the temptation and the stupid break you came up with. It's the entire change of plans you've mentioned to him as well. You made it sound as if it was all about the two of you, but the truth is it feels bad to go there without Taehyung and Jimin. 

And that's exactly what you tell Jungkook as you confess your once said thoughts. This time you're more serious. 

“You heard them. They want us to go either way. Even when we don't think about the money and how's everything already paid for–you were excited to go there,”

He slides his hand off the steering wheel and places it on his lap instead. 

“We're going there to enjoy our vacation. It might not be as we planned it, but we could still have fun. And deep down, I know you really wanna go there.”

“I do,” you admit after a while. When you think about it, this is your opportunity to go. Although, going there alone with him makes you awfully nervous. It's like a huge test for the two of you, one you're not ready for. “You know the last time when we were alone–”

“Mhm,” he says, prompting you to continue.

“I don't wanna make it seem as if that's all I'm thinking about, or that's how I see you but I guess–”

God why is it so hard to put any words out?

“I know,” Jungkook says gently, seeing you struggling a little to properly explain the crazy train of your thoughts. “You wanted us to focus on our friendship. I know, Y/N.”

He's so gentle that you almost want to cry out and have him hug you. You're in a desperate need of a hug. But it's too late and you both had a long day. 

“You sure you don't wanna go upstairs?” 

Jungkook smirks and you groan. “Not like that, Jeon.”

“I feel like I'm gonna pass out the second I take a shower and lay in my bed,” he jokes instead, “You should go inside, it's getting colder.”

You bite the inside of your cheek as you stare at your surroundings. “I wanna go, Kook.”

Jungkook turns his head to look at you, immediately realizing what you're talking about. He doesn't say it but the question in his eyes is clear. You sure?

“Yeah, I made a big deal out of it,” You sigh. “But I really wanna go with you. It would be stupid for us not to go.”

“Okay, then. I'll have to make some calls because of Taehyung, hopefully he will be able to get his money back. At least for the accommodation. If you change your mind, just let me know.”

“I won't,” you assure him with a smile, “And Kook?”

“Yes?”

“It's stupid but… I don't think I've ever felt nervous about you before. The last time was when we first met. Or the first time we started hanging out.”

“I made you nervous?” He laughs.

“Mostly everyone makes me nervous when I first meet them,” you scowl at him as you explain. “We barely hung out after we–took a break or whatever we wanna call it.”

Jungkook snorts at the way you roll your eyes when you say it. 

“I make you nervous. I don't know how to deal with this information.”

“Jeon,” you grit through your teeth, “It's not you. It's more… the situation and all.”

He grins, biting his lower lip before he releases it and stares at the distant street lights. “There's no need to be nervous. No kissing. No sex. We're on a sex ban. Just two best friends in Hawaii.”

You groan his name and at the way he says it with an utmost grin. This man is not serious. 

“That's not what I truly meant but–you know what? Nevermind. Let's just end it here.”

Jungkook doesn't press any further, simply opting for a gentle grin and change of topic. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

You catch yourself wishing he would say something else instead of your name.

And that's your cue to turn around before silently wishing him a goodnight, telling him to drive safe and send you a message once he's home. Perhaps it's for the better that he stayed in his car. 

He waits until you're inside of the building before he drives out of the parking lot, his silver car slowly fading out until it fully disappears. What doesn't disappear are the mixed and crazed feelings that make you question every single thing that has been said. 

One thing you know for sure.

This vacation will be one hell of a ride. 

One, you can't prepare yourself for. One, you're close to shitting your pants for.

Rolling your suitcase down the sidewalk, Jungkook offers to take it but you decline. He has his own suitcase and full hands, therefore all he receives is just an appreciative smile as you enter the airport. 

Namjoon was kind enough to take you and since your flight is early in the morning, he had the time to drive you here.

Sorting out your luggage and going through the security doesn't take too long and before you know it, you're seated in the airplane fighting for a window seat with Jungkook. He lets you have it, of course and slumps into the seat next to you. With a happy and slightly annoying smile, you make sure he sees it as he playfully rolls his eyes.

Since there are still passengers sitting and putting away their luggage, you do have a little time before taking off. You take that time to quickly video chat with Jimin and Taehyung. While Jimin's preparing for his work, Taehyung curses you out for waking him up. Though, there's a tiny smile that tells you that it's okay to go without them and enjoy it to the fullest. 

You share your earphones with Jungkook, so he can hear them too. 

“You guys–” Taehyung sighs, eyes slightly swollen with tiredness. “This sucks but enjoy it, alright? And send me pictures.”

“We will.”

“Yeah, Kook took his camera with him.”

“You and your camera,” Taehyung jokingly shakes his head. “I could've had such nice pictures.”

“You have… lots of them actually,” Jungkook snickers, “We will take some next time.”

“Be safe guys, I gotta run to work but text us when you land.” Jimin says, his screen blurry as he keeps moving.

“Will do.” you assure them. “I'm sorry you guys couldn't come.”

“Stop,” Taehyung cuts you off, giving you a grin that feels oddly comforting. “Have the biggest fucking fun. I'm stuck in bed, so maybe I will annoy you with my phone calls.”

“Great.” Jungkook mutters, causing you to nudge him as the four of you laugh.

“We're about to take off. I will call you, Tae. Don't worry.”

“I am not. What I worry about though, is the amount of times I could've gotten laid. Now I'm stuck here with this fucking cast on.”

“Dude, chill out.” Jimin laughs. 

So do you and Jungkook. Shortly after you all end the call, you and Jungkook snickering between each other at Taehyung's biggest issue. 

While the pilot welcomes everyone on board and informs them of the destination and other important information, you make yourself comfortable in your seat as you place your head on Jungkook's shoulder. 

Jungkook looks down at you, smiling as you catch his glance. “Ready?”

“Is there anything left for me other than to be ready?”

“Well, you could chicken out. The plane is not in the air yet.”

You smack his side, sitting up straight as you're met with the familiar sight of his stretched smile and white pearls. “Dumbass.”

“Love you too.”

You look away, making sure he sees the roll of your eyes before doing so. Though a small smile plays on your lips and as you take off, plane soon in the clouds, you use Jungkook as the softest and best smelling pillow.

The adrenaline and excitement of what's awaiting for you does not allow you to sleep. Yet you don't move an inch, finding comfort in the man sitting beside you. And when you ask him to play with your hair, he does it without any questions. 

“Oh my god.” 

Is the first thing you let out as soon as you get out of the airport and see the beauty around you. The weather is not too hot for you to not have any sunglasses or hat on. You shield your eyes with a palm outstretched above them, stopping in the tracks as Jungkook tries to get a taxi. 

“Beautiful, isn't it?” Jungkook says once he locks his phone and puts it into the pocket of his shorts. “The place we are staying at is even more beautiful.”

Jungkook has managed to make a compromise with the owner of the place you're staying at during the next seven days. Since it would be for the best if Jimin and Taehyung got their money back, they made a deal on swapping apartments. This way the owner could still make a profit while complying with you.

That alone made you a little bit calm because so far, everything is going well and smoothly. 

“Our car should be here in five.” Jungkook informs you and ushers you to go in a shadow.

You obey, feeling already as if you're melting.

“What's our plan for today?”

You haven't really slept during the flight. Jungkook has booked a business class, something you've scolded him for because that's definitely something you haven't paid for when you sent him the money for your flight ticket. There was no need for that eight hour flight, but you both definitely made a good use of it. You turned on a movie and made yourself comfortable while eating snacks. Who knew having a drink on a plane can be actually so relaxing and fun at the same time?

You sit on your suitcase, squinting your eyes at Jungkook who pulls a cap from his suitcase and puts it on your head. 

“We're gonna settle in and maybe we could check the outside?”

“Sounds good.” 

The car comes around the time Jungkook said it would, an older man with a straw hat on welcomes you and helps you with your things. You both thank him and get inside – luckily – with an air condition on.

While he drives and gives you a quick tour of the road you're driving on, he answers any curious and informative questions Jungkook asks him. You sit silently, smiling at the man whenever he jokes around as you stare out of the window, appreciating the nature around you. 

And at that moment you think;

It's a good thing you decided to go.

You've seen the photos of where you were supposed to be staying. All four of you. But since that has changed and the two of you couldn't go, there had to be some changes made. Jungkook informed you about that, so that's no news to you. It would be no use for you and him to share a place designed for four and more people. 

Surrounded by nature and sea air, there's a whole street of houses. It's so close to the sea that you can hear the waves in the distance and smell the salted water. Surely, the location and vacation houses are one of the wealthiest ones, and you just can't seem to pry your eyes at what's around you. 

You let Jungkook handle everything, after you've grabbed your luggage and bid goodbye to the driver. He talks to the owner, or the person who is in charge of the vacation house you'll be staying at. Shortly after, Jungkook is given keys and after waving off one last person, you finally get out of the sun and get inside. 

The first thing you notice is the chilly air hitting your heated bodies, the two of you sighing in delight before you both laugh. 

“AC is gonna be our best friend here.” you comment, squinting your eyes as they adjust to the lack of sun.

“Just don't overboost it, yeah? Or else you're gonna end up sick.”

You turn to Jungkook with raised brows, who simply just shrugs as he sets the luggage down. 

“Says the person who always has his AC turned on in the car.” you point out the obvious fact you both know.

“My immune system is much better than yours.” he points out back, showing you the tip of his tongue in a teasing manner as you shake your head, trying to hide a smile.

Bickering with someone who knows you well – or best even – is tough. 

Now that's done and the two of you don't elaborate to bicker any further, you take the time to look around. The place you've seen from pictures looked different, customized for more people. This house is just as spacious and even though you're standing in the entryway, you can easily tell more people would be able to fit in here.

“Are you sure we're at the right place?” you ask, catching Jungkook sweeping his hair off his forehead with head leaned back. Mentally sighing at the painfully attractive sight, you turn around and admire the place you're in instead.

That's a safer choice anyway.

“It's beautiful, isn't it?” he asks instead, confirming that yes, you're at the right place. “Come on, let's see how it looks in person. The pictures were pretty great.”

You wonder why Jungkook hasn't shared them with you once he was able to switch houses. For sure, you haven't had that much time to talk about it. Everyone was busy with their jobs, you included, and then the accident with Taehyung happened which caused this entire planning to get rushed. Poor Jungkook took care of everything – but you know he's the best at it. 

When your mouth drops as you make it to the living room, you notice Jungkook grinning at the side of the entrance to the living room since there is no door. He wanted it to be a surprise.

One that appears to be more than successful.

“Kook–” you stop yourself. The entire side facing the sea is a window wall, giving the best view to the beach and sea. 

The floor is a darker wood, giving the room just the right balance of colors since there are a lot of light colors. The white couch is huge, in the shape of U, similar to what Jungkook owns at his place. There is a big beige carpet underneath the coffee table and couch, making it more cozy. A beautiful chandelier hangs down with transparent bulbs which is undoubtedly even more pretty at night. 

From up here, there's a porch with a pool and your legs itch to find out how big it is. 

It's a one floor beach house, a modern yet cozy one as Jungkook leads you to the right to show you the kitchen. It's a medium sized, smaller than the one he's got and you wonder why it's even here considering you'll get your food brought from the resort. 

The house ends from the left sounds but you move to the opposite side, jaw dropping at the beautiful bedroom. First of all, the interior is beyond any words and leaves you breathless. You've never seen something so beautiful in person. You could cry. And Jungkook's joyful grin is not helping at all.

The bed is not against any walls. It sits almost in the middle of the room. There's a panel behind it and further away, it leads you to a spacious bathroom. There are two sinks and a huge mirror – the room matched in turquoise and white colors.

“Jungkook–this is–how much did you spend on this?” you ask, turning to him with a hand on your hip with a frown. “This was definitely much more than you said.”

“Don't worry about it.”

“Jungkook, stop. I'm serious.”

“So am I,” he shrugs, sighing slightly. “I paid a little extra but it wasn't much.”

“I don't believe you.” You narrow your eyes at him as he cheekily grins and shrugs.

“Sounds like a you problem.”

“Jungkook!” 

However, your scolding is cut off by him simply walking away. The bed is facing the beach, the same view as you could see in the living room. Palms surround the house which create a little shade from the burning sun. 

There are dressers where you could store your clothes and stuff, but you don't pay any more attention to it as you follow Jungkook back to the entryway with a frown settled on your face. 

“Jungkook, I'm serious.”

“And so am I, Y/N,” he says simply, dragging your luggage to the living room. “I swear I didn't pay much. The owner wouldn't really have any other place for us. I wanted you to see this beach.”

You raise your brows at him, trying not to crack at the warm and sweet gesture.

“Plus I didn't want to stay anywhere else. So be mad at me all you want, but I'm happy to be here and from the looks of it, so are you.”

“Yes, but–”

“No, buts. Now get ready, we're leaving in twenty.”

You stammer over your words, mustering to ask only one word. “Where?”

“Out. Unless you wanna stay in and rest.”

He says, stopping as he turns around to look at you with raised brow, waiting for your response.

“Ah–no, I am fine with going out.”

“Good.”

And he leaves to the bedroom, “Oh–I hope you don't mind the one bedroom. They didn't have any houses with more rooms left. But I can sleep on the couch.” he calls out from there.

When you don't respond right away, his head pokes out of the corner with a awaiting gaze. 

“Why would I mind?” you breathe out, feeling like you just got awestruck. 

“Uhh–you want me to elaborate?”

You chuckle nervously, scratching your forearm before you shake yourself out of it and drop the expression. “Yah! You wanted to go out! So go get ready too!”

“Yes, m'am.” he salutes and disappears behind the wall of the bedroom. 

You stand there, sighing to yourself and at your fast beating heart. 

He's not going to make this easy, is he?

Happiness oozes out of you and as much as you were unsure about this vacation, you're glad the guys managed to talk you out of backing off. In the end, it was your decision to go without Jimin and Taehyung who are very much missed. Though, you're completely obvious to the fact it's going to be challenging. 

The heat and raging hormones are not making it any easier for you. 

You can control yourself. You can do that as long as there's no impulse from the other side.

This vacation might've not started like you planned, but it started wonderfully without your friends here. It's also a great chance of getting your friendship back where it was. While you're sure the history between you will always be there and it will never go away, you can try to go back and not get pushed to do something silly due to any sort of temptation. 

Because that's what Jeon Jungkook is.

Having him right here, next to you while you explore the Island is a great challenge itself. At first, you don't pay any attention to the mentioned temptation. You're fine. You talk, you joke and have a great time exploring the Island. You go out and eat in one of the restaurants, you have the best ice cream that is like the greatest present for your heated bodies. Taehyung and Jimin facetime with you during it, which ultimately makes you miss them more – especially when you show them around and see their pouty faces.

After that, you visit a few local shops – promising each other that you will come back and shop some souvenirs not just for you two but for your friends as well. The heat is too much to spend the rest of the day in a direct sun with no refreshments. And you didn't come here to just stay inside, so you both decide to go to the beach.

You do want to get the best of it since you're about to get your period in the halfway of this vacation. The timing sucks but you won't let it ruin anything.

Quickly going back to the house to change and pack things, you use the close proximity to the sea and settle on the beach there. You decide to walk a little further, closer to people and other tourists where different bars occur. There will be time to enjoy that privacy later. 

Although, being left with him alone is all the things you're scared of. 

Just focus on you, and your friendship.

“Is here okay?” Jungkook asks, stopping a few meters from the sea.

Looking around, it's a good spot. You're not completely surrounded by the tourists, more to the side where you can enjoy the shade and sun at the same time. There are faint sounds of music coming from the nearby bars, squeals of people's excitement and chatters around you. Beach waves are like a lullaby to your ears, confirming the reality of your presence here. 

There are kids as well, not too many but you spot a few in the distance as they beg their parents to go to the water already. 

“It's perfect.” Is all it takes for Jungkook to drop the beach blankets down. You help him to get it in the right place, making sure the wind doesn't mess it up. 

Air here is far better and you can't wait to get into the water to freshen up. 

“I'm gonna get us some drinks.” Jungkook announces once you settle in, pulling out a straw hat he bought while you were visiting different shops. It's the only thing he had to buy.

At first you weren't sure why, it's not exactly his style and you're sure he packed one of his caps. But then, he just puts it on you and shields the top of your head. You lean your head back to give him a look.

“You don't wanna get a heat stroke.” he shrugs, hands on his hips as he stares down at you.

See, it's very hard to keep it casual and think of Jungkook being an annoying friend. While you fully appreciate his caring, it's hard to focus in general. He has a stupid excuse of a button-up, so thin all his tattoos can be seen through the seen through material. It's not even the tattoos itself. 

He has it completely unbuttoned, showing off his pecs and abs as the thin material barely covers any of his skin. Jungkook has always been handsome, but you also never had to see your friend like… this. 

Iceland would've been a better option than Hawaii. 

So far though, you've been strong – even though it doesn't seem like it. While you're completely obvious to Jungkook's body and additional sight of his skin, you just don't allow your eyes to drop there. You keep them solely on Jungkook's face, hoping he doesn't see the inner turmoil you're going through.

“What are you? My dad?” you ask instead, poking the front of the straw hat with a lifted brow. 

Jungkook grins, “Don't want you to get sick on our first day.”

“You forgot to put sunscreen on me. And bring a swim wheel.” you comment grumpily. 

Something feels odd. It's not like you're truly annoyed by his caring. But looking at the familiarity of this conversation and overall situation, something sits on the tip of your tongue. It's not a word or anything that could be said. It's almost like a taste you can't quite describe. 

And when you see Jungkook who just laughs with his head leaned back, shrugging effortlessly at your comment, you realize that perhaps it's the fact that things really are like they were. At least right now. Jungkook treats you like he has before. He's caring, having that one particular look in his eyes you haven't seen in a while. 

Or perhaps you're just dramatic and you're seeing things. 

Being confused and frustrated at yourself more than ever, luckily Jungkook cuts you off from your never-ending thoughts before you can drive yourself crazy. 

“Ah, maybe I should've. We both know you're not too confident in water.”

You gasp, reaching for your sandal which you throw in his direction. He laughs, dodging it perfectly as despite your attack, he still reaches for it and puts it back to the spot, so it won't get lost. It's a detail but leaves you gulping.

“I'm pretty confident in kicking your ass.”

“Alright,” he laughs, not believing a word you're saying which makes you roll your eyes at him. “Whatever you say.”

He confidently backs away with a smirk, laughing when you flip him off and huff out in frustration once he turns around and walks to one of the bars. He slowly walks further and further away, yet you keep your eyes on him. 

You lay back, staring at the palm tree above you. The sunlight peeks through the leaves, creating patterns on your heated face and cheeks. 

When he comes back, you gulp down the fresh lemon and mint drink without properly tasting it. 

“...okay.” Jungkook says, watching you being halfway down the drink – it's alcohol free which doesn't make you look completely insane. “Wanna go for a swim?”

Putting down the drink, you open your mouth just as Jungkook decides to ditch the stupid excuse of a cover-up. He shrugs it off and tosses it onto the sand, brushing his fingers through his black hair. It has gotten long to the point where it sometimes gets into his eyes.

Standing up, you undo the small knot on your white cover-up that looks like a short dress. It slips down your arms and meets the blanket underneath your feet.

“Ready?” you ask, dropping down the silly straw hat Jungkook has gotten you. 

“Is this new?” Jungkook questions instead, pointing at your white bikini. It's a cute set. What makes it cute looking and pretty is the ruffled style, yet it's complimenting your body in the nicest way. 

“Yeah, I bought it for this trip specially.” 

“You did?” 

“Yeah, you don't like it?” you ask, looking down at yourself and adjusting your bra that's pushing up your breasts. Not in the overly too much type, enough to show them off though. 

In your defense, it didn't look like this on the model when you were ordering it. Luckily, you would say it fits perfectly. Jungkook's silence causes you to look up, almost finding the thought of him not liking it or thinking of it negatively scary. You mentally gag at yourself. Since when do you care what others think?

To be fair, sometimes you do – if those people are close to you and it also happens what it is about. But your choice of fashion matters only to you. You won't let anyone change the way you perceive yourself and your individual style. 

As much as you're independent in this entire matter, you would lie if you didn't say you don't like compliments. Also, there is something about Jungkook's compliments. You almost gag for the second time when just the idea of it makes your stomach tickle.

“Are you staring at my tits, Jeon?”

Caught red-handed, Jungkook's slightly scrunched eyes from the sun widened in a split second. “You don't usually refer to them as tits.” he comments instead.

You chuckle at the ridiculous response, “I usually don't have to refer to them at all. But you were staring.”

“Can you blame the man?” he shrugs, stealing a quick glance again as you give him the look he knows very well. The one where your eyebrow has been lifted for what seems like the hundredth time in the span of thirty minutes.

“Jeon, for this to work, you gotta behave yourself.”

Jungkook frowns at the nickname, “I prefer Kook better.”

“Jeon.” you correct just to annoy him. Deep down you cackle at the way his brows scrunch together in the softest way possible. 

“What do you want me to do? They're just right there! We were talking about your bikini, it's not my fault.”

“You don't have to stare at my breasts though.”

“Did it make you feel weird?”

“Well–”

“See? You don't not like it!” he exclaims, pointing at you accusingly.

“I barely said anything!”

“You don't have to, I know that look.”

“This is ridiculous,” you mutter. “Besides, you didn't answer. You don't like it?”

“Are you seriously asking me that?” he deadpans.

“Um–yeah?” you deadpan back. 

He sighs, “I'm not gonna talk about your bikini because you're gonna accuse me of staring.”

“I don't have to accuse you, you were staring!” you laugh.

You're not going to lie. It does compliment you.

Even though you're here to focus on the two of you, in a different way than you were a few weeks ago, you should hate how Jungkook's attention makes your ego grow. 

“You told me to behave, so I'm gonna keep my mouth shut.”

“Why?” you question, not doing a great way to show your excitement. 

“Oh, now you want me to talk?” he laughs, “Nah, you wouldn't be able to handle it.”

“Cocky as always.”

He shrugs, “I never hid it.”

You nibble on your bottom lip, “But no, be serious right now.”

“Oh, I have been serious this whole time.”

“Jungkook!” you whine, “Is it not too much?”

“If I told you yes, would you change?”

You stay silent for a moment before simply saying; “No.”

“Then no, it's perfect.”

“Jungkook!” 

He stays silent for a moment, throwing his head back as his eyes squint shut from the trails of sun hitting his face. “God, woman.”

“What?” you mumble innocently.

Since when do you care what anyone thinks? Jungkook questions mentally, trying to keep his thoughts straight before he gets the courage to look you in the eyes.

“You look beautiful.”

You stare, battling with hundreds of things happening inside you. The heat in your cheeks gets almost unbearable and you do what you seem to be best at. Running away and playing it cool. “Yah, don't say it like that!”

“Like what?” Jungkook asks, brows pinched in confusion.

“So seriously.”

“I am serious,” Jungkook informs you, making it worse for your cheeks and the turmoil that's happening in the pit of your stomach. Why did you have to open your mouth? “Now let's go into that fucking water.”

“Woah.”

“Yeah, woah.”

“What's bothering you?” you ask, trailing behind him trying to catch up to him when he suddenly turns around and nears the sea. 

“Nothing,” he says casually, dipping his ankles into the chilly water. You open your mouth but before you can say something that could potentially lead to a conversation you would eventually back out of, Jungkook splashes your heated body.

You gasp, finding him smirking. Before you can get him back for it, he runs to the water and dips his entire body in. He emerges out of it in seconds, the water reaching just somewhere around his hips. You watch droplets of water run down his entire body, hair completely soaked from it as he wipes his face. 

“Are you staring at my abs, Y/L/N?” Jungkook shouts, your eyes widening as embarrassment makes it onto your face. Can he be any louder?

You look around for a second, trying to see if someone is witnessing this embarrassing moment. There's no one that seems to care, besides a group of girls meters away from you as they seem to find a certain interest in Jungkook. You purse your lips, looking at Jungkook. 

“Y'know, if I should behave, so should you.”

“I don't feel like behaving,” you call out to him, watching him as he creates waves with his hands as he effortlessly runs his hands through the water. “They are just there, you know?”

You get him back for it, still watching him and witnessing his lips curling into a knowing smirk. “Oh, are they?”

“Mhm.”

“Get in here.”

“No.” you giggle, laughing when Jungkook grins and shakes his head at you. 

“I'm gonna get you.”

“Come here then.”

And fuck, he does. You laugh through it all, trying to back away as you promise him you will go deeper, though not fully out of respect to the sea you have. He doesn't listen. As soon as his arms wrap around your body, molding into his almost too naturally and perfectly. But you're caught up in the moment and in your giggles, hearing Jungkook's laugh as you squeal when the coldish water wets you. 

You cling to Jungkook's side, “There are no sharks, right?”

Jungkook snickers, “Of course there are. Somewhere in the sea at least.”

You nudge him, but Jungkook holds you close since he can reach better than you. He's also a way better swimmer than you. “Don't say that.”

“Look at those kids,” he says and points to the side. There are kids on their floaties, of course with their parents around. “They're not scared of sharks.”

“They could be dessert for all I care, I'm not gonna be one.” you joke, hearing Jungkook laugh as he doesn't allow you to inch closer to the shore. 

“You could be mine, but you wanted a break.” 

You gasp, tickling his side as he barely falters and just gives you the teasing grin. “Don't say stuff like that. I told you.”

“Alright, I won't.” he promises, imitating his lips being locked as he throws the imaginary key far to the sea. “I was joking.”

“Were you?” you ask, pretending to be teasing and amused but the truth is, there's a part of you trying to know the truth. 

“I guess you'll never know. I told you I'm shut.” he says with a grin like the annoying brat he can be. 

And for the sake of yourself, you decide to leave it be. You splash his face instead, playing it off like you seem to do often. For your own sake. 

Jungkook has always been the adventurous type. You've heard all kinds of stories from Taehyung and Jimin, some of them back from Busan or from the times you haven't been present in their lives back then. Jungkook would be up for anything that could get him the thrill and although, there weren't that many opportunities considering everyone's busy lives – you could see it from his mere decision of being up to all sorts of fun that involves adrenaline. 

So you shouldn't be surprised he practically stuttered and almost jumped from excitement once he spotted a place where jet skis can be rented. You've read his mind even before he opened his mouth and dragged you there.

After swimming and messing around in the sea for a while, you went for a walk and explored the beach, and tasted a few good snacks. You should've known it's not ending with that. 

And that's where you ended up. Sitting behind Jungkook, both of you wearing safety vests and you clutching to his back, arms around his waist. You live in the moment, focusing on each activity the two of you do.

The sun is now setting down, air is still warm but with the sun slowly disappearing, it's not boiling hot. You're exhausted and your body screams for a good cold shower and bed. On your way back to the beach house, you walk in silence and enjoy the sound of waves around you. 

You're the first one to occupy the bathroom, taking the chance to not be in the presence of Jungkook's naked abs and chest. As long as you keep your mind and body busy, there's a low chance of you overthinking and letting your mind wander somewhere where it simply should not. 

Not wanting to dwell any further of how this might have been a mistake, you take it as a test to prove your friendship. Jungkook is a temptation that has grown over the few months you get to experience something you haven't before. 

As the water dribbles down your naked body, wetting every inch of your skin, you think it's too soon to want everything to be different or back like it was. Because it never will be. And for that, you're scared of what's about to come. There are things you can control and then there are things that simply will evolve into something. The feeling of the unknown and fear of ruining your friendship with Jungkook genuinely scares you.

But again. You think of it more positively, you have to or else you're going to lose your mind. Jungkook's attractiveness and the fact you're attracted to him won't go anywhere. At least not in the near future and it's something you need to come to terms with. Like you said, it's too soon to think of it any differently. 

While you're here to focus on your friendship, perhaps you should focus on yourself more as well. 

As you wash yourself in a nice scent of orange and vanilla, you apply a body lotion you've brought to make your skin soft. While you do that and start doing unnecessary steps as your night routine, one you definitely don't do when you've spent the day not wearing make-up specifically, you tell yourself you just pamper yourself instead of trying to look good for someone else. 

Your skin is glowing and hair almost dried by the time you join Jungkook in the living room, wearing one of your night gowns. 

He's on his phone, barely glancing at you before he takes a double-take and eyes you up and down. 

“What?”

You're the first one that breaks the short-lived silence. Any nightgown is a small portion of what could be considered as your sleepwear. Jungkook out of everyone knows that, because he's seen you in everything you usually sleep in. Back in the day, you would never get the courage to let him see you sleep in anything other than oversized shirts and shorts. Even thinking of wearing tank tops made you feel weird, especially if he god forbid could see your nipples peeking through. 

This white nightgown is beautiful, but by no means designed to make men salivate or suggest anything other than having something nice to wear. Besides, the material is thin and light which is perfect for this warm weather. Plus, you and Jungkook have agreed or not having the AC turned on unless it's completely necessary. Not only is it not healthy but you're also very sensitive to coldness. Getting sick on this vacation is just not on your list, therefore you're trying to eliminate that chance as much as possible.

He narrows his eyes at you, trying to figure you out and you realize it right away before he can even open his mouth and offer you any sort of response.

“Oh, don't get this wrong. I packed my best stuff on this vacation and I didn't know we were sharing a bedroom.”

“I haven't said anything.” he says, watching you as if you were a predator as you get closer.

“You didn't have to, it's all over your face.”

As much as you enjoy his eyes on you, which always compliments you – it's one of those moments when you hide behind confidence and ignore the warmth that spreads inside the pit of your stomach. There's no point in thinking how many words from him or simple eye-contact would it take for him to take matters into his own hands. Or more like you. 

But you can't think about that. You can't wonder about it.

“I would suggest wearing something different but I won't.”

He smiles and it's so brief you barely catch it. “And why is that?”

“Because it's not my problem, of course.” you tease. “I'm wearing this for myself.”

“I never initiated anything different,” he tells you, tilting his head to the side while he studies your face. He doesn't even lock his phone as he tosses it beside him. “You should sleep in whatever you're comfortable in.”

“I will.”

“Good.”

You both stare at each other, trying not to crack a good laugh. It's a weird moment. Something between joking, amusement and tension that boils. If this happened a few weeks ago, he would probably have you underneath him as you're speaking. And the image is so explicit that it leaves a warm coat all over your body and you have to take a step back.

“But seriously now, you don't feel weird because of this?”

“If I said I am, would you change?”

“Of course not.”

He cracks a grin, “Then why asking?”

“I'm curious. I don't want to make you feel weird and this wasn't my intention. Besides, this doesn't expose anything major–and you've seen everything–”

“I have and for someone who doesn't care and wears this for herself, you're awfully explanatory.” 

Your eyes narrow into thin slits as you glare at him, sending him a warning look that's easily met with a boyish grin from him. 

“Now that you're finally out and finished making yourself look good for yourself, I'm gonna take a shower.”

Jungkook's laugh booms through the room and bounces off the walls when he manages to escape from your leg aiming at his buttcheek. To be fair, you were there for longer than you initially planned.

“Are you making fun of me, Jeon?” you call out to him, trying to sound pissed as a comfort glazes your soul. 

“When have I ever?” He calls out back, already in the bathroom and hidden from any threats your legs might make. 

It's been ages since you've had such a good sleep.

Exhaustion and the amount of activities you've done yesterday ultimately had a good share of it. The air here is different. The faint sounds of waves have been an additional part of your sleep. No cars passing by or city lights peeking through your blinds, or even occasional footsteps of your neighbors above your head.

You understand why people travel so far to relax. Sunlight peeks through the wide open window you've left and lets the chilly air get through the night. It felt so lovely that you fell asleep as soon as you closed your eyes.

Traces of sun touch your skin and make it warm, warmer than you've appreciated though and that alone tells you you're about to have another hot day ahead of you. Jungkook has briefly informed you of today's plans, always keeping in mind what you want to do but since you're more of a tagging alone vacation type, you just agree with whatever. 

You're here to relax and if you see something you would like to see or try, you'll feel open to do so. It's something you've assured him right before your body slumped into the comfiest bed you've ever laid in. Not even Jungkook's massive bed can compete with it. 

Or maybe it was the exhaustion all along.

Speaking of Jungkook, you tilt your head sideways to check on him. Not before you rub your eyes off the sleepiness. A sight of Jungkook's exposed back stares at you right back. Similar to the position you've just woken up from, he's sleeping on his stomach while arms underneath the white pillow as he hugs it to his face. You can't see his face and for a moment, you think it's better that way.

Whoever would see you right now, they would get a totally bad perception of the two of you. You look nothing like best friends who occasionally share bed.

Overthinking is not a huge part of your life. At least you think so. But ever since months have passed by and you've decided to take a break from the temptation laying right beside you, you feel like you've done nothing but that. Overthinking every second. 

You believe everything happens for a reason. And while you told yourself you're not going to overthink it and focus on your friendship instead, you do wonder if there's a true reason for why you and him ended up spending this vacation alone. 

Sure, Taehyung got injured and couldn't travel while Jimin couldn't go because of last changes at his work. It shouldn't mean more but just a mere coincidence that consists of bad luck and life. 

Like you've told yourself many times before, you will take this opportunity to focus on your decision of why you decided to take a break. Besides, you can't think about it too much and you do have to put lust aside, focusing on something that is far more sacred and important to you. 

You've no idea how long you lay there with your eyes open, watching the beautiful view out of your bed. You haven't checked your phone, something you would've done by now if you were at home. But not at the moment. You want to fully enjoy this and stay in the present – because right now it feels like you don't need anything else. 

You haven't realized how much you needed to get away. Perhaps the reason for this vacation is not to tell you something secretive, but it's for you to recharge and come back stronger than ever.

And maybe there's no reason for it. Maybe you should just freaking enjoy it and not overthink every second. 

You almost groan out loud, ready to spring out of the bed to stop yourself from thinking and being alone with your mind. The soft groan coming from the person next to you stops you and for some dumb reason, you catch yourself closing your eyes as if to pretend you were sleeping. 

Jungkook tosses around and stretches his limbs, groaning raspily under his breath as he turns to his back. He's back to sleeping, so do you think before you slowly open your eyes and catch the perfect sight of him doing the same a second after. He blinks, frowning slightly as if he realizes where he is.

Witnessing that is cute. Wait. What.

You widen your eyes and quickly shake that thought away. Calling him cute, even if it's in your mind seems illegal. Even though you've done that many times before. Years ago to be exact. 

“Mornin',” he rasps out, hand reaching to his face as long fingers rub the sleep and tiredness off those puffy eyes. 

Muttering the same greeting, you watch him close them for a moment as a soft groan makes it past his lips. “How long have you been awake?” he asks sleepily.

Long enough to watch you sleeping, you admit in your mind but it sounds ridiculous even there. You shouldn't have these thoughts anyway, no matter how honest you are.

“Just a few minutes,” you reply instead, rolling onto your back as you stare at the ceiling. 

A momentary silence has never been an issue with Jungkook. In fact, you don't find it uncomfortable but for some reason, having him so close feels weirdly familiar and odd. It's different now but it is not at the same time. You're both in a completely different state. While you realize it's in your head and sleepy Jungkook has no idea, you decide to cut off the silence and fill it with a conversation.

“It's already ten.” Your eyes drift to the digital clock that sits on the nightstand on your side. 

“Fuuck,” Jungkook sighs, rubbing his face again. “Already?”

You nod, glancing at him to find his arm tucked under his head, his face turned to you as he offers you a sleepy smile. Gulping down, you sit up and pat down your hair to make it less messy. 

“What are we doing first today?” 

Not offering him any more attention with your eyes, your feet slip into your slides easily as he remains silent for a moment. Your back burns, the traces of his eyes are without a doubt the reason for it.

“We should eat something first, then I wanna rent a car so it's easier to travel on the island. And then bungee jumping.” 

“Fuck, you still wanna do that?” you whine a little, glancing over your shoulder to find him grinning at your evident disappointment.

“You only live once.”

“That's a stupid reason to do stuff like that,” you point out.

You're all up for Jungkook having fun and trying new things he hasn't. However, sometimes your type of fun and interest differs from Jungkook's and once again, you're reminded of his adventurous self. There's no way in hell you'll go through that. He knows that.

“But if something happens to you, I want your car.”

Jungkook snorts out loud, your own lips curling into an amused grin as your feet pat into the bathroom. 

“Or no, your apartment will do.” you raise your voice as you call out to him, making sure he hears you. 

He does, along with the amusement and teasing in your soft voice. 

“How generous you are,” he calls back. “You wouldn't survive without me.”

You chuckle under your breath, washing your face in cold water. You're done within a minute, patting down the remains of it.

“Oh, here we go. Cocky much in the morning?” 

“You should know that by now.” 

You jump at how fast and close the answer comes. Jungkook stands between the door frame, leaning against the left side of it. Crossing his arms over his chest, you try to not stare too much at the display of his skin and muscles.

Reaching for your toothbrush instead, you focus on your task instead and stare at your reflection in the mirror. Your cheeks feel warm all of a sudden and you're sure it has nothing to do with Hawaii's warm weather. 

Jungkook watches you in silence. You're not sure if he still has a cocky grin attached to his lips or if he's simply just watching, but you know he is. You can feel it. And then you hear him stepping closer until he reaches for his own toothbrush. The familiar scent of him wraps around you once again as you give him a look with an arched brow. 

Is this his way of keeping his distance? 

Well, to be fair he never said he will keep his distance. Your idea of how this is going to work is simply to focus on your relationship, rather than the physical side of it and what was left of it. 

Although, you have no idea how him standing shirtless next to you is going to help that. You welcome the challenge though. 

You two ignore a lot of facts that surround you. So you continue to brush your teeth next to each other like it's the most normal thing ever. And maybe it is.

But back then none of you were shirtless or exposed enough that there is only so little left to each other's imagination. Is imagination even a thing here? 

You've seen every inch of each other's bodies. You don't have to imagine anything because you've seen it all. You've felt it all.

“Do you mind?”

You straighten up once you spit the remains of mouthwash. Jungkook turns on the shower, checking the temperature as he's visibly ready to take his morning shower. 

“Unless you wanna join me.”

It's the cunning smirk that slowly sneaks onto his face that makes you scrunch up the small face towel that's been used and throw it in his direction. It bounces off his puffed out chest and you hate how he laughs, ignoring your attempt to silently tell him to fuck off.

“Boundaries, Jeon.” You remind him.

“You never minded them before.” He continues to tease you and you snarl at him, throwing him a glare. 

“Now I do.”

“Alright, alright. Sorry.” He bows and you groan, flipping him off before you close the bathroom door with a loud thud.

His humorous laugh behind the door accompanies you long enough until you're far away to breathe it out. You'll have to do that a lot when it comes to Jungkook.

Your soft smile is caught in the reflection of a sparkling clean microwave and you quickly look away, ignoring the previously stated facts. 

“Kook, are you really sure?” 

After you had breakfast, walked around a bit and rented a car like Jungkook said, you stand in a queue that's slowly but surely shortening. 

He would've actually laughed if he didn't glance at you and see your widened eyes, as you stare at staff putting a harness on people and preparing them for the jump. Whenever someone jumps with a loud scream, some people as a pair, he sees your breath hitching and stopping for a moment.

Of course he is sure. He's mentioned this a couple of times throughout the years but he never really had the opportunity to do this. So you're aware of not only his interest but excitement as well. 

Unfortunately for him, this is a hard no for you and even though you would do anything for Jungkook – go special lengths such as pretending to be his girlfriend – this is where you draw the line. It's comical. 

“You sure you don't wanna jump with me?” He asks instead, laughing when he sees your dumbfounded look. Is he serious?

He had to sign a freaking liability waiver that he's doing this at his own risk. While you're aware this is a standard contract for all these kinds of sports, you've almost thrown up when the woman handed it to him and he signed it. 

“Worth a shot.” he mumbles.

It's laughable as you stand beside him, shifting uncomfortably from side to side as if you were the one doing this. Meanwhile Jungkook is close to jumping from excitement as he watches other participants before him in a complete awe and excitement. 

“Have you not watched a horror movie when the most ridiculous stuff happens once people do this kind of stuff?”

He gives you a side glance, “Are you talking about Final Destination?” he stops for a second, “I don't remember there was a bungee jumping scene.”

“It's not about bungee jumping itself.” you point out, growing frustrated that he's practically just making fun of it.

“You should stop watching horror movies.”

Your response comes right away. “I would have, if you guys didn't force me every time.”

He snickers, “Y'know, for someone who's always very considerate and empathic, you sure know when to talk about the right stuff.”

“Talking about all the risks this includes is right,” you inform him. “I'm worried.”

“No one wants to hear there's a risk of a plane falling when you're about to board the plane.”

Oh shit, he's right. You know he is, yet you couldn't help yourself and hoped that he's going to change his mind at the last minute. Obviously, for your own selfish reasons.

“Flying a plane is different though.” You still stubbornly mumble, hearing another scream from one of the participants which makes you flinch. 

“The point is not,” he points out but as you open your mouth to argue, he grabs you by your shoulders and has you standing in front of him. “Stop worrying, I would do this with or without you.”

“Damn, how sweet of you.” you mutter, causing him to laugh. “Couldn't we ride horses or something instead?”

“We could still do that. After I jump.”

“Oh god, don't say it like that!” you whine. He laughs, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he hugs you to his side. 

“Taehyung would jump with me.”

“Taehyung would probably be drunk out of his ass if he happened to jump.”

You look at each other, laughing before the woman's staff calls out for Jungkook. She asks if you're jumping together and you wildly shake your head at her, stepping aside as you let her put a harness on Jungkook. 

He's grinning, watching her excitedly as she says all kinds of information about safety to him. You don't listen to that. For a moment you just focus on the happiness and excitement on him that has been evident ever since you stepped out of the car.

Their conversation is a little lost on you, therefore your brows are furrowed in utter confusion when Jungkook sits down and gets his legs secured. 

“Wait–what are you doing?” you ask. 

All people before him either sat when they were jumping or they looked as if they were lying, in a flying position. Jungkook puts a helmet on, shooting you a thumbs up as he ignores your ready to flip out. 

He's being hoisted up, upside down as he grins like a kid at you. 

“What the hell, are you crazy, Jungkook?” you yell, hands gripping the railing for dear life.

You thought this center did just those positions and Jungkook flying upside down just never crossed your mind, even though you know people jump like that too. 

“See you soon.”

“Jungkook!”

But before he can focus on your angry expression, he flies you a kiss and is let go. You yelp, wincing as you his body flies into the distance in a rapid motion. You can't help but watch, your eyes lingering on what seems like a dot down there the entire time. 

“My boyfriend jumped as well, a couple of times actually.” Someone says beside you and you don't look, you can't as your eyes stay on Jungkook. But from the voice, her accent tells you she's local. “If it makes you feel better, no accidents happened here. A few people threw up but that's it.”

You offer her a nervous chuckle, not really thinking Jungkook will be throwing up. In the worst case scenario, he would want to jump again. 

“See?” She stands closer, taking a closer look as they start pulling him up and you sigh in relief. “Your boyfriend is safe. Is he the throwing up type?”

You finally glance at her, seeing her tan face and curly hair surrounding it. 

“He's not my boyfriend,” you tell her, “He's my best friend. Psycho best friend it seems.”

She laughs but her eyes linger on you, looking as if she doesn't believe you. You subtly roll your eyes. You know exactly what she's thinking. You've seen that reaction many times before and by now, it no longer phases you. 

Everything else becomes a white noise and the girl beside you is long forgotten as the cord springs back to its original space and with that, they pull Jungkook slowly up. They help him balance. Letting go of the railing, you wait for him to move aside so he's not that close to the edge as it's another person's turn. 

But none of that matters and when Jungkook finds you at your original spot, he smirks. “Missed me?”

“You idiot!” you curse, punching his chest before you hug him. He laughs, chest vibrating as he hugs you back.

“I would jump again but I wouldn't wanna give you a heart attack.”

You smack him again, giving the girl that still stands there a knowing look. Jungkook's eyes move toward her for a moment, wondering who she is but his attention is back at you as you breathe out loudly. 

“You're crazy, you know that?”

He shrugs, effortlessly running his fingers through his hair. “I'm crazy about a lot of things.”

Rolling your eyes, you nudge your head toward the exit before he changes his mind and you'll be charged for a murder. “Let's go.”

He listens, but not before he tickles your side for a good measure, earning another smack. 

He's a crazy idiot for making you worry like that.

“Awww, you were so worried about your Kookie?”

Baring your teeth at Taehyung's huge grin that displays on Jungkook's phone screen, he's a lucky person that you're currently sitting at one of the restaurants near the beach. There are too many people for you to tell him to fuck off. 

You knew the moment Jungkook decided to accept the video call, they would have a field day. Honestly, they make the situation way more dramatic than it was. Luckily for them, you know your friends and their annoying teasing that is purely raged by your annoyed reactions. It's what makes their eyes lit up until you put a stop to their charades. 

That's what you get for being the only woman in your inner and close circle. 

You glare at Jungkook, non-verbally asking him do you see what you did?

As always, Taehyung asked about your day and since he can't be a part of it, he likes to hear details. He doesn't mind it, as he assured you many times. You still feel bad that he can't be here with you. Jimin too.

And luckily for Jungkook, he briefly mentioned you almost shit your pants when you saw him actually doing it. He wasn't really making fun of you, until Taehyung took the matters into his hands and turned it into a teasing battle that you're a victim of. 

You lean toward the table where Jungkook holds his phone, facing you as he watches your interaction with Taehyung with amusement sparkling in his eyes. “Fuck both of you,” you whisper, making sure Taehyung hears it. 

He does.

It makes his grin even bigger. 

“You should've seen him. He jumped upside down.”

“Isn't that what people do when they bungee jump?” Taehyung asks, met with another huff coming out of you.

“Yes, but dozens of people before him didn't jump upside down.” you inform him with a sass, seeing him put his hands up in surrender.

“Honestly, you're like an old married couple. You scold him and he fucking enjoys it.”

Rolling your eyes, you adjust the napkin that's sitting on your lap. It's getting dark now. Until the adventurous day, you wanted to have a calm dinner by the beach. Tomorrow's plan is to enjoy at least a half of the day there, relaxing. No adrenaline sports.

“Are you even scared of anything?” you ask Jungkook, lifting up both your brows.

“I'm scared of many things.”

“Yeah and you're one of them.” Taehyung butts in. Jungkook rolls his eyes and so do you.

“You guys make it seem as if I torture you on daily basis.”

“Well, you can be scary sometimes.”

“You know what, Tae?” you press your lips together in a fake smile.

“Wha–”

You don't give him a chance to respond, ending the call. Jungkook snickers, pulling his phone to him as he checks the screen. You sit back with a satisfied smile.

“You know Tae… He would tease shit out of everyone and everything.”

“Oh, you're not so innocent either.” you point out with a chuckle.

He frowns, momentarily pausing as he reads out a message. “He just texted me–fucking rude.”

“Send him a kissing emoji, he's gonna know it's me.”

Jungkook shakes his head with a chuckle, typing something there. He locks his phone, putting it away as it has become a strict and unsaid rule to not have phones when you're out. To be honest, it happened naturally and you're guessing, both of you want to enjoy this time without the internet. Unless it's to make calls of course.

“Besides, you were shaking when I danced on the table. You were practically shitting your pants back then–do you see me teasing you for it?”

He frowns, “When?”

“The NYE party? Jin's cabin?”

Quiet follows for a moment as the mention of one of the very significant nights comes to the surface. Not even the waves in the background can wash out the slight odd vibe in the air. So much happened there.

“You remember that?”

“Faintly, but Taehyung filled me in.” you shrug.

“That was different,” he simply says.

“Different how? I was having fun and you begged me to come down.”

“Yes, because you were wasted out of your ass. I had all safety measures taken care of, while you were dancing, wasted wearing heels.”

You purse your lips.

“So don't compare those two.”

He doesn't sound angry, he's strictly informative and you wonder what he's so defensive about. Perhaps the memories from that night aren't exactly pleasant. You might've looked like you were having the time of your life, but you were going through hell back then. 

“Damn, alright. Point taken.” you mutter, seeing him roll his eyes but his lips crack a grin.

“Just don't dance on the table this time.”

“Why would I do that?” you laugh.

“To get back at me.”

It's silly. You wouldn't do that and he knows that. There it is. It's the innocent teasing you've missed. Innocent. That's what you need. 

You still reach toward the wine glass as you gulp it down. A tight smile is the last thing you offer Jungkook before you dig into your meal.

It's the next and second day of you officially being here. 

Over the short period of your stay, it's crazy to realize how used to you've become to the new world around you. You and Jungkook have fallen into the routine of waking up without any alarm, not bothering yourselves to set one so you could do as many things as you can during your stay. 

Both of you relax and let things happen naturally, with a bit of planning because you still want to have fun and experience fun things. It's not hectic at all. 

Jungkook drags you to learn how to surfboard and while he's a natural talent (another of course), you're having just as much fun even though you're nowhere near Jungkook's level. You taste the most delicious food until you can't eat anymore, worrying you're going to have a stomach ache if you won't stop at the right time.

Now you're laying on the beach blanket with eyes closed, listening to the waves that are always there. 

Jungkook has gone to grab you some alcohol free drinks, cold drinks, after you both agreed on having them. It's been a while since he left, so you crack your eyes open and squint at the bright sun even though you've been lying in the shade. 

You look around. A part of people playing beach volleyball, tanning or swimming in the water, you don't spot him right away. Until you would recognize his figure everywhere and from miles away. He's bringing his drink with him, staring at the sand under his bare feet and you can't help but watch him the entire time. 

His hair is still a bit wet from swimming that he decided on earlier. Jungkook knows how to relax and you've seen him relaxing more than ever here. However, he still needs to get active somehow so every few minutes, he decides to do something. It's quite laughable and adorable, considering he would be lifting weights if he was back at home. 

He's passing by the volleyball court that someone provisionally made and entertained a bunch of tourists that were looking for a bit of sport and fun. You're supposed to go jet skiing with Jungkook tomorrow, so you will save that later and just bask in the sun for now. 

Your thoughts fade away just as they naturally came when you spot a group of girls, calling out to Jungkook which stops in his tracks and looks at them with curious eyes. His mouth stretches into a smile as he nods, looking around with drinks in his hand until one of the girls points toward the little table next to their deck chairs. He sets it there carefully before he pats his hands over his swim trunks. Another girl eagerly hands him something which you soon realize is a phone.

They pose for him as Jungkook snatches a few pictures of them. Sitting in the distance for a good minute, he keeps taking pictures of them as they pose in typical poses with the beach and sea behind them. 

It's pointless to mention they're all wearing bikinis. You're not one to judge and you would never criticize their bodies but shit, they all look good and definitely stand out with their different body types. They're hot and you don't have to be a man to conclude that. 

They chat for a while and you hate yourself for growing slightly annoyed at Jungkook's absence and clear interest in whatever conversation they have. Minutes seem like hours and you look away, watching your surroundings. God, you're pathetic. You act as if your eyes don't move in their direction every now and then. 

Until you're staring at the sea in front of you and notice Jungkook's nearing. He sets your drinks down. “Here you go, but be careful when drinking. It's cold.”

Cold? All the ice probably melted until you stopped chatting with the girls.

Pressing your lips together, you nod understandingly and take a sip so you bite your tongue and don't say something that could spiral into any sort of confrontation. What's the deal? You're not even mad at him. You're mad at him for being bothered. 

It's okay. They just wanted a group photo and Jungkook was passing by. No big deal. 

You sigh, giving him a smile as you look at the nice pink colors your strawberry drink's having.

“I met some girls on my way here. They're about to play volleyball. They ask me to join, you wanna join too?”

You freeze for a second, only your eyes sending him a glance. Of fucking course.

Can you blame them though? Jungkook's hot and has been catching women's gazes every time he comes out. They're shooting their shots and who are you to stand in their way? You've learned from your past mistakes when it came to Ester or another girl in Jungkook's life. Plus, you're on a vacation and they're strangers.

“Nah, you go. I'm gonna sit here and fangirl.”

He lifts his brow, “You sure?”

“Yeah.”

He eyes you suspiciously. “I'll stay if you want me to.”

You give him a dumbfounded look. “I'm not your mother, Kook. Go have fun.” you chuckle.

“Alright.” he nods, standing up. “I'll be right there if you need anything.”

“I'm all good,” you assure him. “Go kick their asses.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “They're girls, Y/N.”

He heads back to them, unaware when you mutter under your breath; “So?”

At first, you thought there's no reason for you to dig deeper in things that don't matter and would show overtime. You've stuck to your own little world, relaxing and checking your phone every now and then. You've also watched the volleyball game. 

Interesting to watch, you may say. 

Jungkook's in his element and you're not exactly talking about the female audience around him. Some guys joined them too and you soon realize they know the girls, or at least are familiar with them. Jungkook's team is winning. No doubt there and you find yourself smiling whenever he shoots, and the ball hits the sand on the opposite side of the other team. You silently cheer for him.

For a second you think of recording him and sending it to Jimin and Taehyung. But knowing Taehyung, he would thirst over the women playing the game rather than the real meaning of the video. Perhaps you're a bit selfish because you definitely don't need to hear about how hot those women are. Because that's what they are. 

They're women.

But you should've expected this to happen. It's what you maybe wanted to happen. It's a great opportunity to fully move on. There will be many occasions and situations like this. You shouldn't be mad.

So why the fuck your lips turn downwards like you've been kicked to the stomach?

Jungkook comes back after running with everyone to the water to freshen up. He yells something to them when walking out of the sea, grinning from ear to ear. You feel like an idiot. How can you be so bothered when he seems happy?

“Hey, they want to jet ski for a bit. You wanna join?”

Jet skiing is fun, you would go but you stop yourself from nodding because of your own partially selfish reasons. “No, you go.”

“I know we're supposed to go tomorrow and we will–”

“Kook, it's no big deal,” you laugh, “We can go tomorrow.”

“You sure you don't wanna go? They're all nice.”

You're sure they are.

“Maybe I will join you later or something.”

“They wanna play volleyball again, so you can join, then.”

“Yeah, sure.” you smile, giving him a thumbs up as he gulps more of the drink until it's finished. 

You wave at him as he joins them again, going to rent the jets. You sigh, groaning silently at yourself. A part of you wanted to join them just to stick with Jungkook. It's okay for him to have fun with someone else.

Your throat feels tight when you see the woman sticking to his side. Her caramel skin glistens under the sun rays and she looks straight out of any male fantasy. You've seen so many different models coming from your model agency, but this one takes the cake and you're not sure if she's a model. 

Her curves are thicker than the models you usually see. She's wearing a revealing bikini, her breasts almost spilling out of the bra but it's not because of that. It's because she's gorgeous. She's different from Kiko. She's different from you.

You would guess she might not be Jungkook's type. But then he looks down at her, smiling widely as he fastens her vest and something kicks inside you. 

“Hey–” 

Your head moves quickly toward the male with full on abs, nearing you carefully as he chuckles when you give him a glare.

“The guy–Jungkook?” he stops for a moment, “He told us you're his friend.”

Friend. That stings for a split second.

“I am, and?”

He chuckles, not put off by your raised brow and dangerous eyes. The man's skin is tanned and his dark wet hair is pushed back, showing you his sharp jawline. 

“And I wanted to check on you and ask if you really don't wanna join.”

Oh god, he must think you're some kind of introvert that avoids all social interactions. Little does he know you did it for your and Jungkook's sake. 

You glance back at them, Jungkook sitting on a jet ski as the girl sits behind him, hugging him from behind. Your throat goes dry and you swallow down the lump that suddenly appears there.

“Officially, you don't have to if you do–”

You roll your eyes at the familiar sentence and you grow slightly annoyed at that. You brush any sand that might appear on your moisturized skin. 

“Y'know what? I was starting to get bored.”

His smile grows and he looks you up and down. Not in the disgusting and perverted way, but in an almost challenging way as he smirks. 

“What about my things though?” you look down at your phone. 

“We can leave it in the bar there. They always look after our things when we do stuff like this.”

“Always?”

“We're here for the third time.”

“We.”

“Some of our friends. But we always meet someone new too, so they join us.” 

Just like Jungkook right now. 

“Oh, so you're the friendly type?”

He chuckles, “Not always. Just for specific people.”

And then there's the look in his eyes. Challenging and telling you more than his lips are. Oh god. He's flirting with you. 

You grab your and Jungkook's phones, not wanting them to get stolen. When you straighten and balance yourself, he holds out his hand for you to take. You slap his hand, brushing past him. “Let's go.”

You hear his amused chuckle behind you as he guides you toward the bar. After your stuff is taken care of and the staff is obviously familiar with him, you join the others. 

“Guys, someone's gonna join us after all.” He calls out and you realize you don't know his name.

Jungkook is in the middle of conversation, grinning as he looks up curiously. His smile falls when he spots you and you almost lift your brow at him. 

“Cool!”

“Great!”

“I'm Nat, what's your name?”

All kinds of questions and reactions are thrown at you. Welcoming and warm which you're glad for.

You introduce yourself, feeling a hand on the back of your back, not going any lower out of respect as the man who brought you here, guides you to one of the jets. 

“Mind sharing this one with me, Y/N?” he asks, handing you the vest. 

“No,” you say lightly and feigning innocence. “Do you?”

“Of course not.”

“You could at least tell me your name. Y'know, in case something happens to me.”

“What's fun in that?”

“So you're also the mysterious type?” Cocking your brow at him in challenge, he smirks. 

“Gabriel.”

He excuses himself for a minute, to grab his own vest as you put the one he handed you on. 

“I thought you didn't wanna go.” Jungkook suddenly says, standing right in front of you. He lightly nudges your hands as he helps you to fasten up your vest. 

You stare at him, “Changed my mind.”

“You could've told me. Wanna ride with me?”

“You already have someone to ride with.” you tell him, chuckling as you're trying your best to appear light and carefree.

“I see you do too. Doesn't mean we can change it up.”

You shrug, “He offered.”

He frowns, his eyes dropping all over your face as they stop on your lips for a quick moment. “So, you cool with that?”

“Yeah,” you say, swallowing. “It's okay to meet new people.”

His eyes snap to yours. He watches you, causing you to almost squirm in his never flattering eye contact. “What do you mean?”

Fuck, you should've stay silent. 

“Well, we talked about this earlier. We're not–it's probably for the best.”

You watch his tongue poke the inside of his cheek, a knowing look crossing over his features as he momentarily looks away before he chuckles. He rubs his nose as he backs away. 

“Okay.”

Him going back to the woman, watching her arms around his waist when they haven't even set off yet, is not the most disturbing feeling. As Gabriel joins you and you sit in the same position like Jungkook and the woman, you can't help but realize that none of this seems okay.

a/n: Oh god. It's already out! It's been a while since I wrote an author's note & to be honest, there's so much that I wanna say. At first, I wasn't really sure what – minus of course to thank you for your understanding and patience which unfortunately doesn't involve everyone. I'm glad that this chapter is finally out! To think it was supposed to be out in summer (and it's already close to winter 🥴) and even earlier than that, is insane!! 

I don't wanna go into too much detail and make this a/n too long, most of you probably have been hanging around for a while to know everything that has happened since the last update. Life has been busy but I don't think about it negatively, even tho it obviously affects my writing schedule. I needed the hectic lifestyle. Sometimes I felt too exhausted, but I would rather take something positive from it than think of it negatively, especially since I wasn't in a good space before. 

I wanna apologize for taking so long. I know y'all have been waiting. For me, it didn't even feel that long which shows just how quickly everything has been happening in my life. There are so many things that affected it and I could literally make a list (lol) but I'm sure most of you know a good amount of it, since I've been as honest as I could've been. I know I couldn't control 99% of how busy I got. There were times when I wanted to write badly but I barely could even think of it. There were also times when I could've found inspiration and time, but then one look at my Wattpad profile or my inbox made me just lock my phone and do other things. 

I don't want to make this a/n to give off a negative vibe, because there is so much to be happy about, but I just wish some people could be more understanding. Some of them have been extremely toxic, not making it any easier for me. I'm slightly sad to admit that if it wasn't for my passion and love for this story, I probably would just pack it off because the hate and messages I got are insane. I know me saying this won't change anything – I've tried multiple times. But please for love of God, stop pressuring writers and gaslight them, or many other unnecessary and disgusting things.

But putting this aside, I wanna thank everyone who's shown me love and support – made all of this worth it. I hope you've enjoyed this chapter, there is more to come and I've already started working on the next one. Please, don't ask when and how much. I don't know. I'll do my best. My goal is to post at least once a month, but this doesn't mean it will happen. I've learned not to plan much because I don't wanna disappoint anyone. So I'll just work on my stories privately and once I have something to share, I'll inform you 😊

So, yeah, that's it guys! I'm glad to be back with another chapter and hopefully, there won't be such a long wait anymore! I really wish this won't happen again for multiple reasons. Thank you for cheering me on and letting me know there are such great readers like you. I'll be forever thankful. During this story and after it finishes as well!

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© 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨 (𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝) | 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: @kithtaehyung

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love to hate you | jjk [i]

“when obnoxiously rich and spoiled frat boy jeon jungkook comes up to you one day and asks you to fake date him for money, you definitely should have said no. because before you knew it, you were going on insta dates with him and having lunch with his equally obnoxiously rich and spoiled friends.”

genre: fratboy! AU, fake dating! AU, college! AU, enemies to lovers! AU, rich kid! AU, angst, fluff, sexual themes (later chapters)

pairing: jungkook x female reader

word count: 11.996 (im sorry!)

warnings: swearing, banter

a/n: the first (actual) chapter of my new series! im excited and i hope you guys are also! there is a prologue to this chapter and i highly recommend reading it! it will pay off in the end, i promise!! also, this is inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before by Jenny Han!

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RED | JJK (3/3)

Summary: You drunkenly sleep with your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook. Can’t be that bad right? Unless he gets you pregnant.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: FLUFF, smut, angst:(( pregnancy au

Word Count: 18.5k (twc:44k)

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, dealing with grief, mention of character death, crying, hyperventilating, guilt, pity, slight masturbation, brief oral (male rec.) vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, mutual orgasms.

Notes: finally after like a year you guys can see what happens after part 2! :] also, @thedivinechildd you asked me to tag you so<3 anyway, enjoy the end!

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You can’t believe she is already a year old. Nari’s big eyes wander around, taking in her world as you carry her in your arms. She observes the blue sky, the yellow sun, the green grass. A grin starts tugging at your lips as you gaze down at your baby girl, your mind laughing at the irony—Jungkook wanted her to look like you so bad…yet here she is, his mini me. Her eyes, her mouth…it’s him. And you fall more in love with the facts. This is unconditional love, you think. Her curious eyes finally find you again and you melt, her eyes really are his—they sparkle like they hold every star in every universe. 

Suddenly Jungkook’s arm is wrapping around you, his body close as he gets snug into your side. He looks down at Nari, his smile matching hers and you feel your body go weak, melting all over again at the sight. This is your family, you think to yourself. Your smile widens as your eyes go back to Nari. Yes, this is your family.

“What are you talking about y/n?” Jungkook asks you, his voice is light and almost cheerful. “What family?”

You whip your head in his direction, brows slowly pulling together as you stare at him in wonder. 

“We aren’t your family.” He tells you, his own smile suddenly dropping. “You made sure of that.”

Your mouth opens to speak but no words tumble out since you are genuinely confused by him. “Jungkook?” You finally manage to at least question him with his name. “What are you talking about?”

“What family?” His head tilts to the side as he starts loosening his grip on you. 

“What fam…? Jungkook—“ You shake your head at him, still confused. You hurry to glance down at your arms to show him baby Nari but when you look down your arms are empty. “Nari?” You blink at the cold emptiness before slowly moving your head to look at Jungkook again.

“We aren’t your family, are we?” Jungkook suddenly looks pained, even with his eyes on you—the one he loves—he looks pained. 

“Y-Yes you are?” Your expression remains puzzled, eyes blinking at the man who begins walking further and further from you. Jungkook…Nari…they’re your family. You’re quick to look down again, quick to anticipate your daughter being held by your very hands.

But when your eyes lock in on your hands you see how they’re painted in red. You stare at your skin with a racing heart now, your eyes going back to find Jungkook for answers but he is no longer here. 

Suddenly the sky is red, the ground is red, everything is red. Clouds begin emerging, a darkness consuming the air around you and it begins raining. Red droplets falling to your skin. Why is the rain red too? Red is scary. Why is everything fucking r—

Beep Beep Beep Beep 

It’s no surprise when your body jolts up right, skin sticky with sweat as you try to find a breath. Waking up like this…in the kind of panic that sends your mind to the scariest of places. It’s also no surprise when your head moves around to get a look at your surroundings and you’re alone in bed. Of course, you’re alone. Your face immediately twisting as your eyes feel the inevitable burn. 

It’s already been over a year since the accident. Yet here you are waking up from another one of your dreams. It’s always like this…a dream teasing you with something so blissful only for it to end with reality. It’s a dream so why does reality intrude? 

Sleeping is a dangerous game, you know this. The beginning of your dreams is the place you want to live—the place where Nari is alive. You try to sleep more just to be able to hold on to your daughter but it always ends like this. It always ends with red. 

And somewhere in the middle of your dream is Jungkook—just like always. And he always looks at you with a pained expression…the same exact one he had the last time you two really spoke. Also over a year ago. 

You aren’t sure how many days or maybe even weeks have passed since coming home from the hospital. The emptiness that consumes you is hard to explain. The world feels blank. You don’t see colors, you don’t even see shapes or lines. Just the world smeared into one gray painting. The painting is huge, it fills your entire line of vision, the empty, gray paint trying to swallow you down. It wraps around you, suffocates you, makes you feel small and useless. 

You spent a while in the hospital, the entire experience faded into some sort of dream—some sort of nightmare. A nightmare you still live in, unfortunately. You don’t even feel the warmth of Jungkook’s arms as he holds you, you don’t feel anything. 

“You have to eat…” Jungkook says softly. “Please eat.”

You don’t even respond properly, you only shake your head weakly. You know deep down that this isn’t fair to Jungkook, he lost just as much as you but somehow you can’t bring yourself to be here for him like he is for you, you guess he is just stronger. 

“Please.” Jungkook chokes on his one word, “Please.” 

It hurts you, it really does. Your eyes finally find the courage to look up into his, his beautiful, dark, doe eyes. His expression is easy to read. He’s devastated. 

“You have to eat.” He softly mumbles. “For me?” 

You slowly start to pinch your brows together as you stare at him, you start to wonder where he got his strength from. Or as you just this weak? Is he even as strong as you are making him out to be?

“Babe…” Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut and you wonder if it’s to avoid the welling of tears. “For me?” he repeats, his voice cracking. 

“O-Okay.” You try to swallow but your throat is so dry it hurts. “I’ll eat something.”

At this, Jungkook widens his eyes and begins nodding his head quickly, he leaves your side temporarily to retrieve some food. 

Somehow you were unable to feel the warmth of his arms before but now that he’s gone you do feel a chill. You’re cold without him. 

“Okay,” Jungkook walks back into the room, sniffling with a small smile. “I got you some chicken and garlic noodles.” He walks over to the bed and sits down on the edge, “How does that sound babe?” 

“Good.” You say weakly. You try to sit up as best as you can, your body still aching. The accident did a nasty number on you. Your sore body reminds you every time you even breathe. You know you look horrible, you know Jungkook probably also knows you look horrible but every time he looks at you he smiles and has stars in his pretty eyes. 

“I’m so happy.” Jungkook whispers, playing with his fingers. Your face twists into one of confusion but he continues to look down at his hands. “You’re finally eating something.” He explains, “I was really worried there for a moment.” 

“Oh.” You look down at his hands as well, “I’m sorry.” You apologize weakly, reaching for him. He looks up at you when he feels your hands on his and he gives you another small smile. “I’m sorry I’ve worried you.”

“It’s okay.” He says, “As long as you are getting better every day.”

“I don’t know if I am.” You answer honestly. 

“You are. Yesterday you didn’t eat but today you are.” Jungkook points out, “Progress.” 

“Are you eating?” you ask, you notice his face is looking a little thin.

“I’m…managing.” He answers, “I’ll eat with you too…you know..” he pauses, trying to gather this thoughts. “You know we’re in this…together…right? You aren’t alone…” 

“Jungkook please don’t start this again…” 

“What?” Jungkook lightly snaps, his eyes expanding as he stares at you. “We lost our baby y/n. And I’m not allowed to talk about it?” 

“Please stop.” Your face scrunches up and your eyes start stinging. “I can’t talk about it right now.”

“Fuck…” Jungkook sets the plate of food down onto the nightstand, “Okay, okay. I’m sorry. But you aren’t the only one who lost her…please remember that…” 

And you do remember that. Every single day. You glance over at your window, the sun spilling through the dark curtains and you exhale a deep breath, eyes squeezing shut. But you wonder if he remembers that. Nowadays, you aren’t so sure. 

You think you remember lyrics to some song about how life isn’t about living along but living through. And you wonder where you stand with that. Life for you is just making it through. And you can’t make it through anything if you aren’t employed, unfortunately. Another deep breath before you rise from your bed, dragging your feet to your bathroom where you begin getting ready for the work day. 

You had off work for a while, then you transitioned to working from home…and now you’re back at the office. It’s not exactly thrilling to have the eyes of your coworkers looking at you with their obvious pity but you suppose it’s better than everyone acting like it just didn’t happen—that you didn’t lose your baby and that you aren’t fucking heartbroken. But still, their eyes on you are also a reminder and you aren’t sure what’s worse. But this is how it is now and you don’t know how to escape that. And maybe that’s where your anger stems from—Jungkook found a way to escape while you have not.

~~~

“How does that sound superstar?” Uncle Lou’s got that cheery tone and it’s something that brightens your day.

“For Friday?” You ask slowly, “I don’t know, maybe Thursday would work better.”

“You’d rather come Thursday?” Uncle Lou lifts a brow, his expression suddenly looking antsy. “I’d love for you to come Thursday, but I’m not sure you’d want to.”

“Let me guess,” You begin to huff out, “Jungkook is going to be there?”

Uncle Lou replaces his antsy lip nibbling with a smile. “Yeah, we’re grilling.” He tells you, tone soft and careful. “He’s busy this weekend and I wanted to still celebrate his birthday somehow.”

 You hold the phone away from you, Uncle Lou’s screen suddenly gone dark since your camera faces your shirt now. You take a moment to collect yourself, breaths bated but you’re managing. 

“y/n?” You hear Lou’s voice muffled from your phone’s speaker. 

“Yeah.” You gulp, bringing the phone back to your face so he can see you properly. “Sorry but uh, I’ll be skipping out Thursday then. I guess we can make Friday work.”

Lou studies you for only a moment before his lips curve into a tender smile, “No pressure, darling. But Kathy and I would love to see you. Been a while for game night, right?”

“We had game night last month.” You murmur, “So not that long.”

“Yeah,” Lou’s brows crease as he continues to smile for you, “But having fun only once a month isn’t really living, you know?”

“I could say the same to you.” You crack a small smile for the man, “Kathy goes weekly, I guess that’s better than once a month…but still, get together already.” Your light chuckle makes Lou’s heart grow warm.

“Kathy and I,” Lou’s eyes grow softer and softer and his teeth poke out beneath his mustache when he smiles at you. “Well, the timing isn’t good. I have other concerns right now. Anyway,” Lou starts laughing himself, the sound is full and hearty. “Stop worrying about my love life. I’ve told you enough times that I’ve had my time…I’m here now to see it for others.” He winks at you, his words innocent but they still make your heart pinch. 

“Right.”

“Anyway, if you change your mind about Thurs—”

“That won’t happen.” You cut in and Lou starts nodding in understanding. He takes a moment to gaze through the screen, knowing this topic is one he cannot push. He’d love to but he knows how quick you are to shut down, how quick you are to hide behind feelings you want to rid yourself of. You can see it in Lou’s eyes…you see how he wishes for the same things you do but you aren’t sure that’s a wish that can even come true anymore. No amount of shooting stars could help you, not when the passage of time exists.

“I should go,” You mumble, eyes on your screen when you see an incoming text. “Yoongi just parked. He brought dinner. But I’ll see you Friday, Lou. Love you.”

“I love you more.” The man says before you’re both hanging up. 

Not even 30 seconds later you can hear the rattling of the knob to your front door. You rush to unlock it, letting in your best friend.

“You do this every time,” Yoongi shoves through the door, passing you as he makes his way to the kitchen. “Why is the door always locked?”

“Sorry, I’m safe.” You laugh, “Why would I keep it unlocked?”

Yoongi drops the bags of dinner on your counter,  his nostrils filling with the savory aroma. “Smells so good.” He mumbles, clearly satisfied before his eyes lift towards you. “I text you when I park so you can unlock the door and I can just walk in. Isn’t that obvious? Instead, you let me wait outside the door like someone unimportant.”

“Wow,” You raise your hands, “My bad.”

“It is your bad.” Yoongi teases, “Just give me a key to your place already, I’m here like every other day anyway.”

“You are not!” 

“y/n.” Yoongi gives you a knowing look, “Look me in the eye and say that.”

“Okay, fine.” You roll your eyes, “But I don’t even invite you here. You come here yourself.”

Yoongi stares at you for a second before shrugging nonchalantly, hands digging in the bag to pull out the take out. “Of course I do. We’re best friends. Best friends hang out.”

“Right, totally. It’s not because you’re just keeping an eye on me.” You mumble more to yourself but Yoongi hears you just fine.

“I told you it’s not like that.” Yoongi takes out another food container, his expression calm. 

“Sure, sure.” You laugh a little, “Right.”

“So, how was your day?” 

“Asking because you’re worried?” You tease your best friend and he waves you off. 

“Asking because it’s polite, so I hear. It’s the socially correct thing to do.” 

“Mhm.” You smile, walking forward towards the food now. “Don’t worry, my day was okay. You’d be proud of me actually, I even made a joke today.”

“You made a joke? Oh, that’s unfortunate for everyone else.” Yoongi says, a grin forming on his face. “You’ve never been great at making those.” 

“Wow,” You blink at your best friend. “And suddenly you are.”

Yoongi only hums in response, hands busy trying to find the container with dumplings. You make your way further into the kitchen, reaching towards some plates for you and Yoongi when you place them on the counter. “Let’s pile some food and watch TV.” You tell Yoongi as you start shoveling noodles to your plate. 

Yoongi is the person in your life right now who makes you feel like you still have even an ounce of normality. Not that your other friends don’t…Yoongi just excels at it. He let you grieve for a while but eventually he started taking charge…making sure you were even showering at one point. He would look you over, gesture towards your body and comment that you’ve been wearing the same outfit for a week straight. Maybe it finally started getting embarrassing. 

He tells you he no longer worries as heavily as he did like in the beginning and started acting…normal. And you realize normal is probably what you needed. He’s the reason you were able to smile without guilt, laugh without guilt, feel decent for even a moment—without fucking guilt. That took time, of course it did. But it did get better. Do things still feel hard sometimes? Yup, for fucking sure. But you went from a helpless being to someone making it through. Hey, progress.

“So, Jungkook.” Yoongi casually brings up a piece of you and your body goes still. Well, maybe not progress on everything. 

You slowly swallow your food, “W-What about him?” You stare at the Tv screen, your voice tense but you try to appear unbothered. 

“His birthday is on Sunday. We’re celebrating this weekend.” He tells you as casually as the way he said his name. “I know how you feel about everything but I’m telling you anyway.” 

“Okay.” You can feel a tinge of bitterness start forming in your mouth, “Have fun. I’m sure he will have a great time.” 

 A dumpling is close to being devoured, but Yoongi pauses his action before he slowly lowers it back to his plate. “Well yeah…” His face begins to harden, unintentionally. “It’s his birthday, I would hope he has a good time.” 

“No doubt about it.” You snide.

Yoongi looks down at his plate of food, “I’m telling you in case you want to come.” 

“In case I want?” You scoff, “Hard pass and you know it.”

Yoongi finally looks your way, his gaze set on you and he has the same expression as always when you two talk about Jungkook. “Are you being fair?” He asks and you almost scoff again.

“Fair?” You shake your head, “Sorry, not really sure I want to go and see how easily he’s moved on from everything.”

Now it’s Yoongi’s turn to scoff, “You’re scared to see what his life is like? You know, since you haven’t seen him in at least a year, right?”

You don’t answer.

“And…when you say move on,” Yoongi’s gaze hardens even more, “Are you referring to this traumatic experience? Or from you?” 

And again, you don’t answer. 

“Right.” Yoongi gives a curt nod. “Too afraid to see what progress he’s made when you—”

“Jeez, Yoongi.” You cut him off, irritation laced in your voice. “Classic Yoongi, right? He’s my best friend, claims to be on my side while still trying to make me feel like shit.” 

“Yeah!” Yoongi looks at you incredulously and almost like it’s obvious. “That’s exactly right. I am on your side, I’m here, aren’t I? Because I’m your best friend. But the wonderful thing about best friend privileges is that I also get to call you out on your bullshit. I’m just calling you out on it, if it makes you feel shitty that says more about you.” Yoongi finishes, his eyes searching yours and he starts to feel bad when he notices you registering his words, your face falling into something gloomy.

“You…” You stare, throat starting to burn. “You think I’m wrong.”

“Yeah.” Yoongi tells you simply. “But you think you’re wrong too…that’s why you are avoiding him. You feel guilty. I see it on your face every time I see you. It…” Yoongi pauses, swallowing hard as he finds the words. “It breaks my fucking heart, y/n. You let too much time pass and now you don’t even know how to fix this.”

“So what?” You shrug weakly. 

Yoongi’s expression goes soft, he decides he’s been firm enough. “So, fix it.” 

“I…” Your eyes fall to your untouched food now, “I can’t face him Yoongs.” 

“He doesn’t hate you, you know? That guy…” Yoongi nibbles on his bottom lip, “He’s good. He’s actually probably the one who is most understanding of you,” He chuckles, eyes casting downward. As much as he would like it to be him who understands you, he knows it’s Jungkook. “Well, you know.” Yoongi clears his throat, eyes landing back on you. “As much as I have loved having you all for myself, you should really come this weekend.”

“I…I don’t know.” You whisper, worried that your uncertainty will upset him but he just shrugs, waving you off before reaching for his dumpling again.

“Up to you.” He says calmly, popping the entire dumpling into his mouth. He chews for a while before swallowing. “We’ll be at our go to bar, you know the one. If you go…well, Jungkook will not be expecting you that’s for sure. But he would really like it.” He wipes the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, ridding any lingering sauce. “He’d be happy, y/n. And just like you…he deserves happiness.”

~~~

You’ve decided to drive straight to Lou’s after work today and since it’s Friday you got to leave just a little earlier. Barely, but you’ll take the 30 minutes since you get to beat a little bit of the traffic. You pull up to Lou’s house, the orange brick already welcoming you with open arms, appreciating the comfort this place gives you.

It’s been a few days since Yoongi told you about Jungkook’s birthday weekend and the festivities planned for it. Apparently the guys are at Jin’s house for a party but tomorrow they’re going out. And maybe you’re crazy for considering it but there’s probably a 4% chance you might make an appear—no, who are you kidding?

You let yourself in the front door, smell of garlic potatoes filling the air and you know Kathy is working her magic in the kitchen. You slip your shoes off and place your bag on top of one of the sofa’s as you pass by. “I’m here.” You yell out, fingers gliding across the top of the sofa as you walk further into the home.

“There she is!” Uncle Lou’s head appears out of nowhere from the doorway of his office, “C’mere! I’m just finishing something up.” He tells you, gesturing towards the room.

“Wow, you’re not even helping Kathy?” You tease, walking towards the office. “That’s not very gentleman-y of you.”

“Please.” Lou chuckles, “As if Kathy didn’t kick me out so I didn’t mess up the legendary mashed potatoes.” 

“She’s smart.” You nod, making your way into the room and of course, into Lou’s warm arms. He holds you tightly, rocking you back and forth before finally pulling away. 

“You look more and more beautiful every time I see you!” He grins at you, teeth making an appearance beneath his graying mustache. 

“You say that every time.” You smile, “I’m starting to think you’re just saying that.”

“Nonsense!” You hear Kathy from behind you. “He’s an honest man, you know that.” 

“Hey.” You turn to see her walking inside the office, “Potatoes smell amazing.”

“Of course.” She winks, coming closer to you before pulling you in for a hug. “How are you?” She sways your body with hers, “Are you eating properly? Experiencing anything abnormal? No sudden pain? You’re okay?”

You can’t help but laugh into her shoulder, “Okay Doctor Kathy. Yes, yes, I’m fine.” 

Kathy loosens her grip on you, holding you at arm’s length before she continues her questioning. “How are you periods? Still abnormal?”

At this, your smile fades. You try to mask it though, another smile forming with your help. “Yeah, I guess. Shorter than they used to be.”

Kathy tries not to frown at that, “Well…” She bites her lip, eyes going from you to Lou. “That’s to be expected.” 

Lou and Kathy exchange silent words and you playfully scoff at them. “Oh, don’t be such downers. It’s awesome. Who wants a long period?” 

“Well,” Kathy finally lets you go, “I’m glad you made it tonight, sweetheart. I’m almost done with the rest of dinner. I’ll call for you both in a bit.”

“Okay.” You and Lou nod at her, watching as she leaves the office. 

You look around the room, it’s been a while since you’ve been in here. Lou usually keeps his door closed when he’s working and usually when you come here he isn’t working at all. It’s refreshing though. The dark wooden book cases that decorate each wall, the hundreds of books, old and new. It smells like a mix of the signature vanilla along with old pages…it’s nice. Comforting even. 

You walk along the shelves, eyes going to different titles as well as framed photos. You see many of you when you were a kid, some of Lou and Kathy and some of Lou and his friends. It’s nice seeing the history of his life alongside his favorite books. You walk slowly, eyeing the little Knick knacks and then you suddenly stop. Eyes pausing on a framed photo you’ve never seen before. A picture of Lou with an arm around Jungkook in front of a tent. 

“His dad had never taken him camping before, can you believe it?” Lou comes beside you, his tone is soft, an airy chuckle finishing off his words. You gaze at the photo, suddenly you have no words. Lou lets you stare. He lets you soak in the image. He lets you feel it. Feel seeing Jungkook. 

After a few more moments, you decide it’s time to come back down to earth, throat clearing before you speak. “Well,” You sigh. “He and his dad don’t necessarily do things together. Plus, his dad is totally not the type to go camping.” 

“Oh?” Lou starts chuckling, you glance at him when he smiles. “Don’t be so sure about that.” He nods towards another framed photo on the right of the one you were just looking at. Your eyes follow his instruction and they widen. A photo of Lou, Jungkook and Jungkook’s dad. 

“He…He went with you guys?” You ask, surprised. 

“Of course.” Lou grins, his eyes staying on that particular photo. His features soften noticeably and you quirk a brow. “That trip…Well,” His cheeks flush a pink as he gazes. “First time I saw Jungkook that happy in a while.” 

“Right.” You laugh half bitter and half playful, “Because you guys are apparently the best of friends now. How did that even happen again?” You roll your eyes, not necessarily expecting an answer. 

“Happy to tell you,” Lou bumps into your side, “Shortly after you two…separated…he came to visit. He just, well, the boy just wanted to know about you. How you were doing.” Then Lou sighs, “But I thought…just by looking at him, I was starting to wonder how he was doing.”

You ignore the hurt you feel inside your entire body as Lou continues, “He’d come by more frequently. Still asking for updates about you. Eventually he was just here to…be here. Well,” Lou looks back at the framed photo. “Next thing you know we were camping.” 

“I see.” You murmur.

“He’s a good kid.” 

You stare at the photo…the one of him, his father and Lou and it’s true—he does look happy. You thought that would irk you but instead there’s a warmth, followed by something that resembles guilt. 

“How was he yesterday?” You ask, eyes still on the photo.

“He was good.” Lou says honestly. “His parents were here too. We grilled, ate, talked. We talked about how important our kids are to us.” He grins but you don’t see. His hand going to your shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “And how we just want them to be happy.” 

You finally tear your eyes away from the picture, from Jungkook’s face and you look at Lou, a sigh leaving your mouth before you speak.

“Do you think I should see him?” You ask, nervous but Lou doesn’t look alarmed by what you just said.

“Can I ask you a question?” He whispers, adorable smile adorning his face. You eye him suspiciously for a moment.

“O…kay.” You say slowly.

“Do you want to be happy?” 

You smile awkwardly, “…Yes?”

“Do you want him to be happy?” Your eyebrows are slow to pinch together, his question somehow throwing you off. “Do you?” He asks again. 

You relax your body as you turn towards the bookshelf again, eyes finding Jungkook’s face in the photo. Eyes going to his smile and once again, a warmth stirs inside you. “Yes.” 

~~~

You can see your reflection in the car’s window for a split second before the driver is taking off, leaving you standing in front of the bar. Even for a second, you caught your appearance and you’re wondering again if you’re too dressed up. The tight pants, the decorative top that exposes a tasteful amount of skin and the simple but seductive make up you’ve chosen…you haven’t looked like this since before you got pregnant…your recent couch life hasn’t really called for such outfits.  

But it is Saturday night. It is a fairly nice bar and it is a birthday celebration, after all. So, you imagine everyone looks at least a little dolled up. And even if they’re not, it wouldn’t upset you if a certain someone enjoys the way you look. But now the look you’re most concerned with is not yours, but Jungkook’s. His look when he sees you. Will he look upset? Happy? Relieved? Pissed? Indifferent? 

The last thing you want to do is ruin his birthday and of course, you’re imagining how this absolutely couldruin his birthday. With this thought, you’re suddenly tempted to back out but Yoongi wouldn’t have told you to come if he thought this was a horrible idea, right? You’ll just try to shove down the nerves you feel, finally turning to face the bar before you make your way inside. 

Walking in, your eyes dart from place to place, searching for any familiar face. It’s busy tonight but not in an overwhelming way but rather in a way that starts lifting your spirits. Going out hasn’t exactly been a priority for you but the atmosphere feels a little exciting. After roaming around you decide your friends are probably upstairs at the outside rooftop bar. 

You aren’t sure how many deep breaths you take as you climb the stairs, nerves starting to spike again. Jungkook is here, celebrating his birthday, probably smiling and laughing and you’re about to possibly ruin that. But part of you knows there’s no way his face will sour when he spots you. Part of you knows he might melt at the sight and you aren’t sure which is actually worse—all things considered. 

The air is warm and buzzing, laughter and music filling your ears as soon as you go outside. You glance around, eyes soaring over countless heads until you see some you actually recognize. And then the world comes to a standstill. You find him fast, you think. He’s between Hobi and Jimin, eyes rolling with his lips stretched out into a grin. Hobi and Jimin’s voices boom loudly as they chant ‘shots! Shots! Shots!’ over and over. Jungkook shakes his head, the sound of his laughter reaching your ears and it creates an erupting volcano of emotions inside you. Jungkook gives in, hand reaching for a shot glass and raising it to the air before the three of them are downing the liquor. 

You only watch as your lips start drooping, pathetic frown adoring your face. He’s in a good mood and how could you possibly ruin th—

“y/n?” 

Your eyes go from staring at Jungkook to Taehyung, who is charging towards you. “y/n!” He says again, gaping at you with a shocked expression that quickly morphs into excitement. One by one, heads start turning in your direction and finally, a moment you’ve been yearning for—the pair of eyes you’ve been dreaming of lock into yours.

Moment of truth, you’re about to study Jungkook’s expression so you can get a read on how he’s feeling about seeing you but Jimin is blocking your view as he follows Taehyung’s lead, both of their arms reaching for you and before you know it you’re smooshed between both of their bodies.

“You…came?” Jimin tries squeezing you closer to him, swatting Taehyung’s arms away. “You’re here? You came? You’re here for Jungkook’s birthday?” Jimin asks in disbelief but his tone is soft. “You look so pretty!” 

“You’re really here!” Taehyung ignores Jimin’s swats and pulls you into him as well. “Why didn’t you tell us?” 

“y/n!” Your name is being said over and over and suddenly more arms are being stretched your way. Namjoon’s voice, Hobi’s voice, Jin’s voice. Your head moves around, eyes going from each boy’s face as you greet them, trying your best to hug everyone but they’re a bit…much.

“Okay, okay.” And finally, your hero, Min Yoongi. He grabs your hand and pulls you away from the guys, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “Yeah, she’s here but can you guys let her breathe?” he glances at you before smiling and whispering, “You’re here. Proud of you.”

“Sorry, sorry.” You hear Namjoon chuckle, “We’re just so excited to see you.”

“Yeah.” Jimin pouts and Yoongi scoffs. 

“Dude, you guys came over for a movie night like two weeks ago.”

“Two weeks is two weeks, Yoongi.” Jin points out, “Plus, been a while since we’ve seen y/n in not her pajamas.” He playfully winks at you, “And what a sight that is!”

“No need to call her out like that, Jin.” Hobi sighs, slightly shaking his head before he starts laughing. “But it’s true…remember one night when she just wore a robe?” 

“I told you guys I was in the middle of doing laundry!” You try to defend. “Plus, don’t act like my pajamas were the topic of conversation the other week! Not when Jimin showed up wearing one of his hook-ups Disney world t-shirt.”

“True, that was pretty bad.” Taehyung nods immediately, “It was almost a crop top on him.” 

“You guys are the ones who told me to hurry and skip going home—”

“Hey.” You hear Jungkook’s voice before you finally see how he walks between Jimin and Taehyung, his hands stuffed in his jeans pockets. He stands just in front of you, slightly rocking back and forth with eyes that search for yours desperately. 

“Happy birthday.” You blurt, eyes blinking at him over and over and he cracks a small smile. You continue to stare before you quickly pull out your phone and check the time, “Well, I’m 54 minutes early…guess it’s better than being late.” You make eye contact with him again, awkwardly, you might add. 

Jungkook’s smile grows a little more before he quickly shakes his head, “Even if it’s late…I’d take it.” 

Your eyes on his and his on yours feels…surreal. He doesn’t break his gaze, barely even blinking when your breath hitches. Your eyes leave his to soak in his appearance, noticing how his hair is just a bit longer, muscles a bit bigger and when he shakes his hair from his eyes you realize he’s missing his eyebrow piercing. But his lip has a piece of jewelry you’ve never seen. 

Jungkook watches as you shamelessly check him out, grin widening and heart racing. You finally find his eyes again and before you can respond to him he’s walking closer to you and grabbing you by the shoulders. 

Yoongi smirks, letting you go and pushing you towards Jungkook before glancing at the rest of the guys. “Let’s order more shots.” He tells them, nodding towards the bar and they all smile giddily before turning away, leaving you and Jungkook. 

Jungkook exhales a deep breath, grin still on his face when he brings you into him, holding you close to his chest. You’re a bit surprised, arms still hanging by your sides and your nose on the verge of breaking as it smooshes into his shirt. His scent starts flooding your nostrils, swimming inside and drowning your brain with all the memories connected to it. 

“I’m not mistaken,” Jungkook starts mumbling by your ear. “But you’re here because of me, right? For my birthday?” 

You lift your head just a little, so your nose isn’t in pain and rest your check against his body. Your arms finally wrap around his middle and you will yourself to breathe evenly despite missing this so much. 

“Yes,” You pause, squeezing tighter. “I’m here for your birthday.” 

At this, Jungkook releases a shaky breath, the warm air on your skin feeling like something between nerves and relief. “I’m happy.” He tells you. 

Jungkook pulls away from you, a look of joy on his features before he smirks. “Let me buy you a drink.”

You can’t help but laugh a little, head shaking as you try to reject his offer. “It’s your birthday,” You point out obviously, “I’m the one who should be buying you a drink. Not the other way around.”

“Well,” Jungkook drops his hands from you completely, devious expression being born. “You said it isn’t for like 54 minutes, right? You can take care of me then.” Then he winks, sending tingles throughout the center of your body and you hate the heat that creeps up starting from your toes. 

“Fine.” You roll your lips, the feeling smooth thanks to your lip balm. “But since it isn’t technically your birthday yet, I’ll be ordering something expensive to take advantage.” 

Jungkook lifts a brow, eyes filling with excitement. “You have 54 minutes to take advantage, I’ll buy all your drinks ‘til then.” 

“Oh?” You smile and he feels crazy just at the sight.

“Yeah. But after that, you’re the one who has to take care of me, okay?” 

“What all does taking care of you imply, exactly?” 

“Buy me my drinks,” Jungkook decides to reach for your hand, gripping it before leading you towards the bar. His palm is warm and a little sweaty. He glances at you before continuing, “And hold my hair back for me if I throw up later, of course.” He shakes his hair dramatically and you can’t help but giggle. 

The two of you get closer to the bar top, you avoid leaning against the sticky wood that’s wet with spilled alcohol. Jungkook seems to not mind though as his hand leave yours and he’s drumming his fingers against it, his eyes straight ahead as he waits for the bartender to notice him. 

“More shots for the birthday boy?” The bartender stands in front of you both on the other side of the bar top, “I’m wondering who is going to be the one to carry you out of here tonight.” She laughs, flipping her long, dark hair over her shoulder. 

“This one.” Jungkook grins, his hand going back down to yours and he squeezes it. The bartenders eyes follow his hand and they expand a little and her lips start curling into a smile of her own.

“I knew it was too good to be true that you were single.” She throws a hand on her hip, “What a lucky girl.”

He is single, technically. But neither of you correct her.

“But actually,” The girl rakes you over with her dark eyes, “Getting a look at her, I’m starting to think you’re the one that’s lucky. She’s gorgeous.” 

At this, your cheeks grow warm and you’re trying to hide the smile on your face but fail miserably. “I-I’m really…I’m not…I’m just…” You start mumbling and Jungkook starts chuckling next to you. 

“Wow, cute and humble? We love it. Anyway, what can I get you guys?” 

“Make her something strong but still tastes good. And probably expensive.” Jungkook winks at the girl, “And I’ll take the same thing.”

“Do you even want to know how much that’ll cost you?” The bartender narrows her eyes at him, playful smirk on her lips, “You know what? Since it is your birthday, I’ll just charge you for one.” 

Jungkook turns his head to look at you, “The one that’s being charged is yours.” He jokes, “Miss Expensive.”

“Oh my god,” You groan, feeling a bit embarrassed. “I was kidding!”

Jungkook looks at the bartender again, face straight. “She wasn’t kidding.” 

“Of course not!” The girl sings out, “Look at her! I hope you’re spending all your money on her.” She begins making some drinks, pouring different shots and shaking things around.

“You’re suddenly shy?” Jungkook leans into your side, lips grazing the shell of your ear. “Just a few minutes ago you were talking about taking advantage of me.”

You can’t help but laugh, looking ahead still, “I said take advantage of the time being before your actual birthday. Not take advantage of you. You make it sound so wrong.” 

“Well,” Jungkook leans away slightly, staring at your side profile. “I’d probably let you take advantage of me too.” 

Your head quickly snaps towards him and you can feel the heat that started in your toes start to rise and rise, now settling somewhere in your lower belly. “Jungkook.” You warn but your lips are curved into a teasing smile. 

Jungkook grins at you, his teeth showing with pride before his hand reaches up and he’s poking your cheek. “You’re smiling a lot.” He tells you. 

You blink at him for a moment, smile starting to drop because he’s right. You were so nervous but things are feeling way easier than you thought they would. You thought it could be more awkward. You thought it could be painful. You thought it might even be uncomfortable. 

“Why are you frowning now?” Jungkook copies your sad expression cutely and you sigh.

“Because you’re right.” You tell him simply.

“And it’s bad that I was right?” He asks with the tilt of his head, eyes big and innocent. 

“Not bad…but…” You chew on your bottom lip for a moment, not exactly sure how to word it. Do you tell him you expected you would have been unintentionally cold towards him despite it being you who came? Do you tell him you thought your previous angst would have surfaced? Do you tell him it’s all because you feel guilty for ending things between you in the first place when you shouldn’t have?

“y/n?” He offers a gentle smile now, “What is it?”

“I think I got a little sad that I am smiling so easily and things feel so easy right now…” You begin, your voice a little quieter. 

“And why is that bad?”

“Because it’s starting to make me think it could have always felt this easy and I just didn’t let it. And now so much time has passed and I don’t really know anything anymore.” You try to laugh, your chest tightening as you try to push down emotions. “Like wow, it’s so easy and I could have had this much earlier.” You admit and now Jungkook is the one whose face starts falling.

“Did you want things to go bad?” Jungkook asks, tone almost joking but you think it’s a genuine question. So you answer genuinely. 

“Maybe.” You swallow hard, “So then I wouldn’t feel so bad.”

Jungkook is about to respond but the bartender finally slides over two drinks, his eyes going from you to her. 

“I thought it over and,” The girl smiles at you both, “I’ve decided both can be on the house but,” she points at you and Jungkook with stern eyes, “Only time this is happening! You have to pay the rest of the night. Don’t feel like losing my job over constant free drinks after only working here for 3 weeks.” She starts chuckling now, “Ah, the things I do for hot people.” She says before leaving and tending to some others at the other end of the bar top.

“When she says hot people, she definitely means you.” Jungkook laughs, sliding your drink towards you.

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes. “You’re literally the hottest one here.”

“Am I?” A lazy smirk starts forming on his lips, “I thought it was Taehyung, I mean have you seen how many buttons are undone on his shirt?”

Your lips part and you shift your body to the side and stretch your neck out to get a look at Taehyung who is somewhere behind Jungkook. “Oh.” You start nodding, “Okay, yeah. Got to admit it’s a good look.”

“Hey.” Jungkook steps to the side, blocking your view with a pout. “Go back to thinking I’m the hottest one here.” 

“I still think that.” You say as you bring your drink to your lips, “Especially with uh, that.” You nod up.

Jungkook’s features relax again and then that same smirk returns, “This?” His lips part a little and you can see his tongue playing with his lip ring and you legitimately have to glance away. That’s not really a sight you can handle at the moment. 

“Mhm.” You hum, “Anyway, this is really good!” You say, referring to the drink. “Have you tried it yet?”

“It better be super strong, I’m trying to get that level of birthday drunk, you know?” Jungkook starts giggling to himself before taking his own sip. “Mmmm!” He looks at you with wide eyes.

“Birthday drunk?” You shake your head, grinning, “So drunk you don’t remember the night?”

“No, no.” Jungkook sets the drink down on the bar top, his features softening as he gazes at you. “I definitely want to remember this night.”

~

Apparently it only takes around 54 minutes to be buzzing this much, alcohol flooding your veins so overwhelmingly so that if a vampire were to sink their teeth into your neck—they’d gag from sucking up vodka. 

But it is still a buzz, you’re not completely wasted. But you haven’t drank like this in quite some time and you are facing the consequences of that and have a feeling it’s only going to increase but it’s fun. It is fucking fun. 

When the clock strikes midnight, you and your friends are jumping up and down, screaming at the top of your lungs. Jungkook’s mouth hangs open in some kind of drunken, childish grin. His happiness pouring from his body as he jumps with everyone as well. You stop jumping for a moment, just taking in Jungkook’s state of euphoria and you almost hate yourself because you’ve deprived yourself of this smile, this laugh, this loving atmosphere Jungkook creates by just existing. 

And the thought does occur to you…that maybe you could have been happier too if you would have stuck with him, his smile being the reason you smile. Would his smile be enough to make you forget all the bad in the world? Would his smile be enough that you could even think for a moment that you could heal faster? 

But you aren’t sure if there is any smile in the world that would make you forget the pain your body went through a year ago. Maybe one, but you can only dream of that smile because you never even got to actually experience it in real life. 

Jungkook jumps more, his arms slung around Hobi and Taehyung as they all sing to whatever song plays in the background. The boys keep shouting ‘happy birthday!’ and random strangers also give Jungkook their best wishes. He only laughs more. Smiles more. 

Seeing him this happy does almost feel strange to you. You were bitter before…knowing how strong he was in the beginning. You couldn’t believe he could just move on with his life, his words always ringing loudly in your ears about how you two need to move forward. It’s not that he was wrong but it sucked to hear. Especially coming from the person who is supposed to understand what you’re going through the most. 

How could he be happy and you couldn’t? That’s what upset you. Not because you didn’t want him to be happy, not because you thought he should be miserable like you. But you couldn’t see him, you didn’t want the confirmation that he’s moved forward but you see it now. The confirmation. And you aren’t mad. You aren’t bitter. You’re actually just really relieved. But of course, only him and you know why you two ended it. A reason Jungkook didn’t agree with but for his sake and his happiness (The thing you were so afraid to see) you had to. 

Jungkook opens his eyes and they find you so quickly. Still jumping, he releases Hobi and Taehyung from his hold and starts hopping towards you, still loudly screaming out the lyrics to this song. You can’t help but laugh, finding him so endearing. 

“Sing with me!” He now throws his arm around you, “It’s my birthday, you have to do what I say.” 

“Is that how it works?” 

Jungkook stops jumping as he thinks about it. His blank face is funny, you think as you stare at him. Finally, he nods.

“I also say you have to buy me a drink. It’s my birthday. You’re in charge of me now.” He keeps his arm around you, coming closer to your side. “But wait, you’d like that, huh?” 

If you were more sober you’d probably have a more embarrassed reaction but still, your face is probably screaming some level of shock and Jungkook starts cracking up, swaying into your side before his entire face falls to your shoulder. 

“Ah, you’re so funny!” Jungkook keeps his head burying into you.

“I didn’t even say anything.” You deadpan making Jungkook laugh harder. “Anyway, you’re right though. I owe you a drink.”

Jungkook lifts his head, his face close to you and you try to breathe evenly despite that his breath reaches the tip of your nose. “By the way,” He slightly slurs, “You look so…” He takes a moment to shamelessly check you out and you grow warm with how his eyes eat you up, smile beginning to form on your lips. “Fucking…I don’t know, like a sexy…a sexy Pokémon trainer.”

And then your smile drops. “A sexy what now?”

“Pokémon trainer.” He tells you matter of fact, his drunken gaze still checking you out. 

“A…Pokémon trainer…?” You look down at your outfit, “That is not what I was going for.” 

“It wasn’t?” Jungkook looks dumbfounded, “It’s super hot. Really into it, Namjoon would think so too.” Then he’s looking behind you, “Namjoon! Nam—”

“Oh my god,” You start laughing, your hand going to his as you drag him towards the bar. “Let’s get you a drink.”

“You didn’t dress like a sexy Pokémon trainer for Namjoon, right?” Jungkook mumbles, cute pout already formed. “Hurry.” He says, dropping his arm from you and stands in front of you. “Throw your poke ball at me.” 

“W…What…” 

“Catch me, hurry before I get away!” And then he does the most…well, you cringe as well as wish you got it on camera. Jungkook lifts his hands in front of his chest, fingers curled into his fists and he’s trying his best to look cute. “Kookie, Kookie.” He says in the same tone of voice as Pikachu. He’s drunker than you thought. 

“That…that was hard to watch.” You rub your lips together, trying so hard not to laugh at him. “Why don’t we sit at the bar?”

Jungkook slumps his shoulders before huffing out. “Yeah, fine, fine.” 

You two find some open seats at the bar and you order two drinks that are a little more on the mild side. Jungkook’s got his gaze set on you and you keep playfully pushing his cheek with your hand but he doesn’t budge.

“Stop staring at me.” You whine at him, “It’s making me nervous!”

“Oh?” Jungkook’s lips curve into one of his slier grins. “I make you nervous?”

“You know what I mean.” You roll your eyes.

“Hm.” Jungkook’s lips part just slightly and then you see his tongue working on his lip ring. “Do I?”

You can’t help but watch him play with the jewelry that hangs from his bottom lip. He notices where your eyes are and it just encourages him to keep going, tongue poking out the more he glides it over the silver hoop. 

“Did…did it hurt?” You ask, eyes still on his mouth.

“Nah.” He shrugs.

“Is it comfortable kissing with it?” You wonder more out loud than you should have. “I mean, like does it feel weird to kiss with it? No, I mean…”

Jungkook narrows his eyes at you, “Are you asking that because that’s your way of asking if I’ve been with anyone else or is that you’re way of hitting on me because you’d like to find out?” 

Oh god, you wish your stomach did not do flips at the way he asked that quiet and slowly like he’s wanting you to focus on both questions carefully.

“I was just…wondering.” You respond, voice flat. 

“Did you not take me seriously?” Jungkook quirks a brow at you, “I told you I was going to wait for you. I wouldn’t know what it’s like to kiss with a lip ring, but if you’re so eager to know…I wouldn’t mind finding out along with you.”

You don’t think he’s serious—he can’t be serious. He said that to you over a year ago, that nonsense about waiting for you until you were ready…and you know he sees the doubt on your face when both of his brows are now raised.

“Ah,” Jungkook’s tongue continues to play with the hoop, “So you didn’t take me seriously.”

Now you’re narrowing your eyes at him, not in a total accusatory way, something a little lighter. “Oh, come on.” You laugh now, “You expect me to believe you haven’t fucked anyone in a year?”

Jungkook stares down at his hands before showing you them, “These guys are pretty decent.”

“Oh my god.” You snort now, “Anyway.”

“Anyway?” Jungkook slurs and you nod your head. 

“Yes, anyway. What are you doing tomorrow? You know, for your actual birthday?”

“My actual birthday, right.” Jungkook leans forward a little bit, eyes on his half empty drink. “I’m going to be alone tomorrow!” He sings quietly, “Not in a depressing way. Just going to enjoy the day however I want.”

“Oh.” You keep your sight on him and he feels it. He turns his face in your direction and the corners of his mouth lift just the slightest.

“But if you want to hang out with me tomorrow, I am more than willing to make that happen.” He tells you but then he’s suddenly lifting his pointer finger and shoving it to your lips. “But don’t tell anyone else, they might get mad.” 

“Oh, stop.” You shake your head at him, but your cheeks are getting sore from all the smiling tonight…probably haven’t smiled this much the entire year and that thought alone just makes you smile more. “But sure, I can come see you tomorrow.” 

“Really?” Jungkook’s heart pounds a little harder and his cheeks turn rosy. “Hey,” He whispers towards you, “Since you look like a sexy Pokémon trainer—”

“If you call me that one more—“

“—Can you say…’Jungkook, I choose you!’ huh?” His big does bore into you and you feel embarrassed all over again.

“I am not saying that.” You cover your face with your hands, suddenly shy from his request.

“Come on,” He pouts, then his voice gets even softer. “I choose you. Say it for me?” 

Your eyes slide to the side and you sigh out, grumbling under your breath, “Fine. Jungkook, I choose you.” 

“Heh,” Jungkook grins to himself, feeling satisfied. “Good birthday so far.”

~~~

“Wow, you guys work fast.” Yoongi tells you on the other line, “I mean, I saw that coming but still.”

“Was I supposed to reject him on his birthday?!” You bite the inside of your cheek, pulling up to Jungkook’s place. “It’s just birthday dinner.”

“Birthday dinner, birthday making out, birthday sex on the dining room ta—”

“You’re gross.” 

“Yeah, even I didn’t feel great saying those things.” Yoongi chuckles. “I’m glad you guys had such a good time last night, though. You looked especially happy.”

“I was nervous at first, I was afraid I was going to be accidentally bitchy.”

“It’s crazy that I know you better than you do.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning I knew you were going to fall into the same old groove with Jungkook. There’s no way you were going to be anything but happy being with him.” Yoongi tells you truthfully before he sighs out, “Trust me. I just want you happy so I know the things that would do it.” 

“I…” You finally park and turn your car off, teeth digging into your lips. “I thought you told me to go last night because it would make Jungkook happy? Not the other way around…Yoongi…I swear, you didn’t tell me to go there last night without actually knowing how Jungkook might react, right?” 

“Does it matter?” His laughter is low and raspy. “I got to see you happy so I think my job is done now for a while, don’t you?” Yoongi sounds more serious, “I can probably take a rest now, right?”

“Yoon—”

“I can leave it up to you and Jungkook now?”

“I—”

“Good.” That raspy laugh leaves his mouth again, “I love you, you know?” He tells you quickly, “So, do me a favor and try not to be dumb, alright? Call me later.”

“I love y—wait, what you do you mean dumb? Hello? Yoongi?” But he’ already hung up and you can’t help but chuckle. You get it, you think. He’s been your rock for so long and maybe he’s tired. And maybe you being dumb is what’s got him so exhausted. You bring the phone to your lap and you feel the upmost gratitude for Yoongi…the way he’s stuck by you, been real with you and simply has been the one you can lean on fully. Your best friend for life. 

 Now you’re knocking on Jungkook’s front door and not even 10 seconds before he’s swinging it open, a light blush on his face as he greets you. You take a moment to look him over, his dress pants and button up shirt tucked in. 

“Wow, you’re really dressed up.” You tell him and he only blushes harder, his eyes staying on yours as his hands hurry to untuck his shirt.

“No, I’m not.” He says very seriously. “I’m very casual.” 

You guys stare at each other for a moment, you’re the first to crack a smile and he follows. “Very casual.” You giggle, “But uh, hi.”

“Hi.” Jungkook opens the door wider and nods his head inside. “I literally just finished dinner.”

You walk past him, slipping your shoes off and setting your bag down on a table. “Wait, you already ate?”

“No, like I just finished cooking.”

“You cooked?! Jungkook…” You whine, “It’s your birthday. I thought we were going to order something.”

“You thought wrong.” Jungkook says, closing the door and locking it. “Go sit at the table.”

“Ok—”

“Wait,” Jungkook catches up to you quickly, his hand flying to your wrist, “Wait, I’m dumb, sorry. I just…” He starts messing with his lip ring, but not in that sexy way like last night. No, more like in an anxious way. “I haven’t even properly greeted you, right? Sorry. I’m a little nervous today, can you tell?” He starts laughing to himself, eyes falling to your wrist that he holds. “I had some liquid courage last night but today I have none and uh, yeah. Yeah, um, I’m nervous.” 

“You’re nervous?” You take a step towards him, unsticking his fingers from your wrist. “Is there any reason to be nervous in front of me?”

Jungkook looks at you with comical disbelief. “Yes?” He blurts out. And this makes you laugh.

“Jungkook,” You take another step and he’s only getting more nervous. “Shouldn’t I be the nervous one? I guess we have a lot to talk about but last night wasn’t the time, right? But it’s your birthday dinner…not really sure—”

“We can talk.” Jungkook jumps in, “I don’t care if it’s my birthday.” 

You stare at Jungkook wide eyed for a moment before relaxing your features, “I thought you wanted to properly greet me?” 

“Can I?” Jungkook seeks your permission with the tilt of his head, “Greeting you properly is hugging you.”

“I know that.” 

“Hugging you for at least 30 seconds.”

“I know that too.”

“Okay then, come to me.” He tells you, still nervous but speaking confidently.

“…You come to me? This is your greeting!”

“It’s my birthday though?”

“Okay, that seems fair.”

Jungkook’s lips stretch, satisfied. He waits for you, expecting you to rush into his arms at any second now but you only stare at him. You drink him in, getting drunk off his appearance alone. You take another step forward, hand reaching out and Jungkook pauses his breathing as he waits for you to make a real move. 

“I’m going to touch you.” You say almost mindlessly, fingertips touching the inside of his palm before you start lightly gliding them up his arm. Jungkook only watches you, your eyes so focused wherever your fingers go. Your fingers brush against his collarbone and then you’re slowly sliding them down his chest. 

“You aren’t breathing.” You comment, your fingers right above his heart. “But this.” You tap the spot a few times, “Is going crazy.” 

Jungkook tries swallowing his spit, Adam’s apple bobbing and you barely notice since your eyes are still on your fingers. 

“Breathe, Jungkook.” You finally lift your eyes to meet his and he doesn’t break under your gaze. You feel his hand come up and his fingers are wrapping around yours and finally, he parts his lips and lets out a long breath. Your fingers that he’s holding, wrap around his instead and you bring his hand to your own chest. “Me too.” You whisper.

“Oh.” Jungkook’s fingers spread out as he lays his hand flat against your chest, over your heart. He feels it beating like his and the thought relaxes him. But then he’s starting to blush harder.

“You’re not getting flustered with your hand this close to my boob, right?” You eye him suspiciously and Jungkook finds your eyes again before breaking into a small grin.

“Sorry,” He clears his throat. “Been a while since I got this much action.”

You snort at this, dropping his hand from your body and you turn away from him, going towards the dining room table.

“Wait, where’s my hug?”

“Ew, you sound like one of those guys from middle school.” You shudder and this makes Jungkook shudder as well.

“Gross, I totally did.” 

“Anyway, maybe later. For now I’m interested what you cooked for dinner!” 

~

You and Jungkook sit across from one another, your mouth currently stuffed with garlic mashed potatoes.

“I can’t believe,” You pause, trying to chew more of your food before you swallow. “Believe that Kathy gave you the recipe! This is sacred to her. Jeez, they love you over there.”

“I’m basically the son they never had.” Jungkook shrugs with a grin, “You know Lou calls me on Sunday’s now?”

“…He also calls me on Sunday’s.” You narrow your eyes, “Stop trying to steal him!”

“It’s not my fault he loves me, y/n.” 

“I heard you guys went camping.”  You take another bite of your potatoes, “Your dad went too. That kind of surprised me.” 

Jungkook giggles at this. “I could see how that’s surprising for you. But uh, after…everything,” He looks at you carefully, “My dad and I got pretty close. He started talking to me more, spending more time with me and I don’t know, probably helps that him and Lou really hit it off.” 

“What…what do they even talk about?” You ask, but you’re smiling based on the other things he said. You’re glad Jungkook seems to have a stronger relationship with his dad—something he always wanted.

“Well, turns out my dad is a really good listener,” Jungkook blushes a little, small smile spreading on his lips. “And well,” Then he’s full in grinning. “Lou is a really good talker.”

“Ah,” You nod in understanding. “It makes sense now.”

“We had a great time though. I think we’re planning another trip soon. My mom loves that we’re all hanging out but she isn’t thrilled about us staying in a tent because she’s afraid of the wild animals devouring us in the night.” 

“Eh, I’m with your mom on this one.”

“Ugh, you always side with my mom.”

“Moms are always right aren’t they?”

“Are they though? I have yet to get mauled by a bear so.” Jungkook places some veggies on your plate and you start whining. “Eat these too.” He scolds, “You can’t live off po—hey, you don’t…you don’t still eat plain gravy do you?”

And then your face starts dropping and Jungkook realizes he maybe shouldn’t have brought up one of your pregnancy cravings. 

“Sorry,” He rushes, the letters falling from his mouth but you shake your head, your face blank.

“No…” You blink at him, “You totally called it.”

“Wait, what?”

“Ever since that time…I’m really into gravy.” You admit with a straight face, “Like—"

“What the hell…” His face starts scrunching, “That…that can’t be healthy.” 

“It’s delicious so of course it isn’t healthy.” 

“Guilty pleasure?”

“Guilty pleasure.” You nod.

Jungkook thinks it over for a moment, “Okay, I’ll let it slide. But like, maybe don’t tell other people.” He half jokes and you shoot him a glare.

“I have some shame, Jeon Jungkook.” 

He starts chuckling, humming in response as a way to tease you. “Whatever you say.”

“So um,” You glance down at your food and decide you’re done, pushing the plate away. “I kind of wanted to talk about something.”

“Something about last night?” Jungkook guesses correctly. 

“Yeah.”

“Go for it.”

“You told me…uh, you told me you haven’t been with anyone else since—”

“You’re still doubting that?” Jungkook’s stretching his arms above his head, sighing out dramatically. “My heart literally started racing because you put my hand near your boob. You really think I’ve fucked anyone lately?” 

“Jungkook.” You groan, your head falling to the table. “You’re going to make me feel like shit with guilt.” Your tone is almost joking but almost…not.

Jungkook is silent though. For moments way too long so you lift your head to eye him but you notice how he looks a little paler. 

“Wait,” He starts looking around, his expression growing antsy. “Are you saying? Are you saying…you?” 

“Me?” You point at yourself, “Me what?”

“You’ve…been with some—”

“No!” You yelp as soon as you realize, “That’s—that’s not what I meant.” And he visibly relaxes, long sigh leaving his mouth, the relief apparent on his entire face and body. But then he starts looking confused.

“Then what do you mean? What’s there to feel guilty for?”

“Come on,” You drag out the words, “You really claim to be waiting for me but Jungkook…” And now your eyes start pooling with that guilt you were talking about. “We already agreed—“

“No,” Jungkook cuts you off, his tone lower. “You agreed. I never agreed to shit. But y/n, what was I to do? I realize space was the best thing I could give you. For you to realize how fucking stupid your reason was.”

“Hey.” Your voice is cold, “That’s not fair. My reason isn’t stupid. It’s valid, Jungkook. I can’t give you things you’d want.”

“You don’t know that.” He loses the bite in his voice, tone growing softer as he stares at you. “You don’t know that. But even if we did know that…I don’t care.”

“You do. You would care.”

“y/n.” He decides to take a breather, mind getting busy with thoughts. You lean back in your chair, wondering where to go next. Jungkook bites the inside of his cheeks, still thinking but your mind is beginning to go blank. You don’t want to argue. You don’t want to go in circles again. And based off what Jungkook says next, you don’t think he does either.

“For now…” He doesn’t look at you as he continues chewing on his cheeks. “Can we just be in each other’s lives? Can we just have that? Even that?”

“As friends?” Your timid voice makes his chest tighten.

“No.” He says simply, “In a weird in between state.” 

“What?”

“It’s no secret I want to be with you.” Jungkook admits, “And I don’t think it’s a secret what you want with me either.” 

“Jungkook—”

“But we are not seeing eye to eye.” He breathes out, “So, why don’t we enter this weird in between state? A time period where we see if we can work it out…and if we can’t…I’ll accept that and I promise I won’t wait for you anymore.”

“W-What kind of time period?” You mumble, cheeks warm. “Like, you mean a time limit?”

“That would make sense, right? If we didn’t set a time limit…well,” He scratches the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. “Then I could probably go forever.” 

“Then—”

“Three months?” He asks you, cheeks starting to blush. “We can take it day by day…” Then his eyes widen slightly and a particular smile graces his face. “Or even week by week.” 

You laugh a little at that, “Week by week, huh?”

“For old time’s sake.” He smiles at you and you think you see a tinge of sadness but he’s trying to look happy. 

“Okay.” 

~~~

Week 2:

Jungkook 6:22pm

Get off your phone, Lou is totally gonna scold you

y/n 6:22pm

youre on your phone too!!!!!

Jungkook 6:22pm

I’m the favorite though…😕

y/n 6:23pm

yeah im starting to think that since he saved caked for you and not me????

Jungkook 6:23pm

Youre still talking about that? You don’t even like that flavor….

y/n 6:23pm

I would like to have still been offered 😒

Jungkook 6:23pm

Eh

Jungkook 6:45pm

Omg did you see the way Kathy just walked behind Lou and start massaging his shoulders? And the way he…I mean I hate to say it, but the man moaned. Can they get married already

y/n 6:45pm

jeez Jungkook you’re like one of those aunties who gossip too much 

Jungkook 6:45pm

Ok…………

Jungkook 6:45pm

…….but did you see it?

y/n 6:45pm

okay fine yes, I don’t understand why they aren’t just ?!?!?!? 

Jungkook 6:46pm

EXACTLY 

Jungkook 6:52pm

Is it just me or did lou basically just…you saw the way he looked at Kathy right? And she looked at him like……im throwing up. Were those bedroom eyes

y/n 6:53pm

Jungkook theyre basically my parents…im the one thats fucking puking over here

Jungkook 6:53pm

Hurry say we wanna go on a walk or something, they’ll think were totally doing it in the woods…I cant watch them anymore

y/n 6:54pm

good plan 

Week 4:

Jungkook 2:02pm

You know what’s surprising? I googled ‘info on more than friends less than lovers at 4 weeks.’ And nothing came up…the internet is surprisingly useless

y/n 2:13pm

I have no words for you

Jungkook 2:14pm

Really? Because you just texted me 6 of them so

y/n 2:14pm

Jungkook 2:15pm

There we go

A few giggles slip out of your mouth as you think of a reply to Jungkook. Four weeks of constant hanging out and you admit…it’s nice. No, that’s a lie. It’s better than nice. It’s great actually. You two hang out at his place or your place, sometimes on a weekend you visit Uncle Lou together and even a week ago you guys visited his parents. Mrs. Jeon is easily moved to tears so you showing up was instant water works. 

He was right about the weird in between state though. It isn’t exactly like hanging with a bud…but it’s not hanging out with your boyfriend either. Neither of you have really talked about the issue at hand though…you think he’s hoping you’ll change your mind and you think you’re hoping that well, that you’ll also change your mind. But four weeks in and that hasn’t really happened yet. 

There’s already been two movie nights with the guys, everyone excited to feel like a real group of friends again without having to walk on egg shells. That makes you sad that they felt that way…of course they did. But now everything is freer. 

Jungkook has been really good with you as well. He’s always pretty careful with things he says, trying his best not to accidentally trigger any painful memories but he also tries to say certain things casually so somepainful things can morph into something good. He’s amazing like that. You don’t know how he does it. It seems nothing triggers him. He’s always got this dorky grin on his face, always laughing with everyone and always trying his best to be happy. You do admire it. 

Week 8:

“Oh, come on.” Jungkook smirks at you, “Don’t act like you don’t want to.”

“I just ate, Jungkook.” You deadpan at him, “Want me puking on you?”

“You’re not going to get sick,” He starts rolling his eyes and pointing at the roller coaster behind him. “It’s literally meant for 12 year old’s at most.”

“Then why are we riding it?” 

“Because we like to live a little, y/n.” 

“I don’t know…”

“Come on.” He begs cutely, “Google says at week 8 for this type of relationship, the appropriate thing to do to build a bond is to ride a roller coaster.”

“All men do is lie.” 

Jungkook’s eyes expand comically huge, “Lie?” He asks, clearly offended as he brings his phone out. “Should I show you the google search? The webpage where I get all my guidance?”

Your face goes sour, “No, somehow I do believe you really could have found some obscure website with this specific thing going on.” 

“I see at week 8 we are finally learning to trust.” Jungkook winks at you, “I’m excited for week 10. That’s when the good stuff finally happens.”

“Good stuff? Do we get to kiss or something?”

Jungkook chokes on air, your words catching him a bit off guard. “Kiss?” He clutches his chest dramatically, “No, nothing that insane…wow, no. It’s getting a matching tattoo though.” 

“You’ve lost your mind, Jungkook.” 

Week 11:

It’s Saturday night and it’s movie night with the boys. You and Jungkook have been kind of hogging each other lately and finally Hobi was the first to complain that he missed you guys. After realizing it had been a couple of weeks, you decided you’d host a fun night at your place. You glance at the clock and see it’s almost 5pm. Jungkook said he would come early to help you with setting up snacks and make the margaritas. 

The rest of the guys should arrive around 6. You don’t want to sound mean but you’re looking forward to spend an hour alone with Jungkook. Things between you two are going…well. So well that—

And he’s knocking on your door. You walk towards the front door, stopping real quick to check your reflection on a small mirror hung up nearby. More knocking and you’re finally going to the door and opening it.

“Hi.” Jungkook grins at you, his hands reaching for you and he pulls you into him, his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent like he does every time. “Sorry I’m a little late, I was trying to find the good tequila so I had to go to more than one store.” 

You pull back from him, but your face stays close. “I love your dedication to a good margarita.”

“Hm, yeah.” Jungkook’s tongue pokes out to lick his lips, eyes staying on you. “We’re making it from scratch, how horrible would it be if our hard work went to waste?” 

Anyone from an outside perspective would probably wonder what the hell happened in the last 3 weeks for you and Jungkook to be getting this close. But neither you nor Jungkook probably know either. It just started one day. Your hugs became a little longer. Your eye contact started lingering for way too long. When he passed you in the kitchen his hand would brush against your lower back more often. Your hand would find his thigh more frequently. 

You guess this is truly the zone of being more than friends but less than lovers. Because the line has still not been crossed. According to Jungkook this is in perfect timing with his made up website about the status of an 11 week more than friends less than lovers connection. 

“Should we start getting the margaritas ready?” Jungkook’s hand’s slide up your back and then they lower again, hanging loosely just above your ass. “Want to try this recipe you found.” 

“Jungkook.” You gaze into his dreamy eyes and you can tell he’s starting to get lost, his own eyes staring back at your intensely. 

“Hm?” He hums, his nose so close to brushing yours at this point…but skin never touches.

“…So, where’s the tequila?” You finally step back from him, a smirk on your face as you glance around, his hands going back to his own body when he realizes he’s empty handed.

“Oh.” He blurts and you start laughing. “I left the bottles in the car…be right back.” 

“Mhm.” You keep giggling, shaking your head as you head for your kitchen. 

It’s only a few moments later when Jungkook is making it back in your place and setting the bottles of tequila down on your counter.

“Okay!” You clap your hands excitedly, “Ready to start with these drinks?”

“Yes, boss.” Jungkook lifts his hand to his temple when he salutes, “Tell me what I got to do.”

“Okay, so I had already bought everything…well, minus the tequila.”

“Mhm,” Jungkook nods with a smirk, “Leave the most expensive part to me, got it.”

“Exactly.” 

“Exactly.”

“Okay, I have the recipe here on my phone, hold on.” You tap on your screen until you’re finding the screenshot. “Got it.” 

“Got it.” Jungkook repeats. 

“First, there’s a bag of ice in the freezer, can you get the out first?”

“Yes mam.” Jungkook swiftly turns towards the fridge/freezer, opening the left side and finding the bag of ice. He hauls it to the counter and sets it next to the blender, “What’s next?”

“Okay, can you grab the bottle of orange liqueur? Should be on the top shelf.”

Jungkook turns towards the fridge again, opening it and finding the bottle. “Got it.”

“Okay, I think sitting on top of the second shelf is a bag of a shit ton of limes. We’re going to need like…all of them.” 

Jungkook finds them quickly, hand reaching inside and pulling out a clear bag full of limes. “Got it.” He tells you, placing the limes on the counter. 

“Okay, next…there’s should be some club soda? In the door shelf.”

“Got it.” Jungkook yells out, he’s quick to grab it and place it on the counter as well and then he’s back at the fridge. “What’s next?”

“Okay and now for what makes the margarita’s a special recipe! There should be a grapefruit…uh, I think in the left drawer!” You sing out, eyes still focused on the screen as you read what comes next. You expect to hear Jungkook yell out his ‘got it’ but he’s quiet behind you. With you still skimming the screen you repeat yourself. “Jungkook? Left drawer, did you find it?” But still, you don’t hear him. Not even the sound of movement. 

You finally slide your phone away for a moment and turn to see what Jungkook’s doing. “Jungkook?” You call out for him, “Did you find it?” But he’s just standing here, eyes focused on the inside of your fridge but he isn’t moving. 

“Jungkook, buddy, left drawer.” You laugh a little, on the verge of turning back around but your eye catches Jungkook’s fingers clutching the silver door. Your smile starts to drop a bit as you walk closer to him, “Jungkook.” Closer. “Jungkook…the grapefruit.” 

Jungkook blinks a few times, trying to knock himself out of whatever daze he’s in, “R-Right. Yeah, sorry. Right. The…yeah, left drawer.” He finally unfreezes, hand going towards the left drawer and he slowly opens it and he swallows hard when takes a look inside. He seems hesitant but he reaches for the grapefruit and holds it in his hands, his eyes are so focused and he’s swallowing hard again, breaths feeling uneven. 

“Jungkook?” 

“H-Huh?” He snaps his head towards you, his clumsy fingers that hold the fruit slightly shake and the fruit slips from his hold and falls to the floor, rolling towards you. And…and you don’t think you’ve seen Jungkook look so panicked like this since…well, the moment the grapefruit started slipping out of his fingers his eyes were already widening in terror and he was grasping for it but failed. 

“Fuck.” Jungkook yells out, “Shit, I’m sorry.” He bends down quickly, picking up the grapefruit, holding it close to him but he looks at you with worried eyes. “Is it okay? Is it fine? Can we still use it?” He pushes the grapefruit towards you,  showing you it and seeking your approval. 

You look at Jungkook in slight confusion, his face has lost so much color and his breaths are shaky. You awkwardly laugh to ease his worries, “Jungkook…it’s fine.” You tell him carefully. 

“Fuck…is it? Is it fine? Are you sure? Fuck, I’m sorry.” He’s blinking at you repeatedly, his bottom lip stuck between his teeth. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean—” And his voice cracks, making you wince. “y/n, I didn’t…” He starts breathing harder. And now you become more serious, worried even.

“Jungkook,” Your hands go to his, trying to take the grapefruit from him. “It’s…it’s okay, seriously.” You try assuring him, your fingers gently prying his off the fruit. He finally lets you take it and you set it on the counter, facing him again. “What’s…what’s wrong?”

He stares at his empty hands, his breaths are heavy and when he sees how his own hands shake he’s silently reaching for you, his cold, clammy fingertips brush against your cheeks and he’s no longer able to hold himself together. 

“Jungkook?” You’re more than just mildly concerned now, you’re full on sick to your stomach. “Talk to me, what’s wrong?” but he continues paling. 

Jungkook slowly lowers himself to the floor and you follow, his mouth hangs open because he plans on explaining himself, but he doesn’t know how to speak. His breathing is still shaky and rapid and you’re telling him to try to relax.

“N-Next week.” Jungkook chokes out, “Fuck.” His hands go to his face and he buries it in them, “Fucking fuck.” He mumbles, voice still wavering and then you hear it. You hear him with your own ears, break down on your kitchen floor. “Next week.” He cries out.

“Next week?” 

“Next week…she…”

Your brows gravitate one another, “Next week?”

“N-No…sorry…” Jungkook tries to take a deep breath but it’s hard to understand him with his face buried in his hands.

“Jungkook,” Your fingers go to his hair, “Look at me.” He keeps crying into himself, his whines breaking your heart into millions of pieces. “Look at me, please.” He’s slow to drag his hands away, but he finally lifts his head and his red, swollen eyes meet yours. 

“Not next week…” He breathes out roughly, “The week after.” He says, but you’re still confused. “Week 23.” He chokes out, hoping that clarifies it. He takes a moment to catch his breath, the back of his hand wiping the snot and tears. “Week 23…it was the next week after…” And then his face twists again, “She was going to be 23 weeks.” Another sob. “And—And…a baby at 23 w-weeks…” He leans into you, mouth hanging open again as a silent cry breaks through. “My baby was going to be the size of…” He’s crying into your chest now, his trembling fingers clutching on to your shirt. “She—She was going to be my l-little grapefruit.”

Despite the pain you feel watching him unravel, you can’t help the tiny smile. “Little grapefruit?” You ask him softly, hands rubbing up and down his back.

“Yeah.” He holds on to you tighter. “W-Week 23 was going to be a big one.” 

“You like grapefruits that much?” You keep rubbing his back, your tone light with him but you feel him shake his head. 

“No…” He pauses to breathe deeply, “No, it’s because…I was just really f-fucking exciting for week 23. At—At the 23rd week…the baby…” His voice cracks again, “The baby can finally actually hear outside noises. I know we always joked about her hearing me if I talked t-to her…but she was actually going to hear me.” He murmurs into your chest, his voice quieted down. “She could feel you, hear you because she was inside you but never me s-so I…I was so fucking excited.” He tells you honestly, his voice gone hoarse and he’s breaking down all over again. 

“Just wanted to tell her that her d-daddy loves her so much.” He falls into your lap, tears staining his cheeks and you stare down at him, fingers threading through his hair. 

You can recall every moment someone had looked at you with pity for losing your baby…and for the first time you are looking at someone else…and be the one who feels pity. 

~

You had texted the other boys not to come until around 7 instead…you wanted to give Jungkook more time to grieve. Eventually you two moved to your couch, his head resting on your stomach and your fingers still sweep through his dark locks. He’s been quiet, some soft sniffles every now and then but overall you think he’s feeling better. 

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook whispers, breaking the silence and your fingers pause. “I’m so sorry.” 

You glance down at him before your fingers start playing with his hair again, “No, I’m sorry.”

At this Jungkook lifts himself from you and stares at you, confused. “Why?”

“For thinking you were invincible. And for breaking up with you when we were both clearly not needing to be alone.” You say, voice full of regret. 

“You broke up with me because you have it in your head that I love you for reasons that don’t include ‘because it’s you’. Getting married and having kids with you is perk, y/n. It was never the reason I wanted to marry you.”

“It’s like a 10% chance I’ll ever get pregnant again.” You remind him, “And I can’t do that to you.”

“Seriously? When are you—”

“Jungkook, you were more into my fucking pregnancy than I was. You prepared more than I ever thought was possible, Jungkook you loved every fucking second of it. You wanted it. You want that life and…” Your eyes shift to the side, avoiding his gaze. “I feel like shit that I can’t offer that to you. Every time I tried to convince myself that we might be okay…I just see you, making sure I’m eating right, I see all your stupid cute ass texts,” You choke on your words now, but you try to calm yourself. “I just…I see your eyes light up when the baby kicks.”

“y/n…” His hand goes to yours, “I—”

“The accident fucked my body up, Jungkook. I can’t…”

“I don’t—I don’t care.” He pleads, his hand going to cup your face now, fingers softly brushing your cheeks. “Yes, I was excited. But I was excited because it was you, babe, don’t you get that? I still want my life with you…even if…” He pauses, trying to compose himself but the conversation is here now. “And hey, Kathy said it wasn’t a zero chance. Right? 10% or whatever the fuck? Then I’ll just,” He looks serious as he concentrates, “I’ll just fuck that 10% into you every time and the chances will go up and—”

“I don’t…” You blink at him before snorting, despite your eyes wet with your tears. “I don’t think that’s how math works.”

“I…math was never my strong suit.” He admits, “But please…” Jungkook’s eyes start closing but they’re quick to open when he feels your fingers on his either sides of his cheeks. Exhaling a deep breath, Jungkook leans himself further into you, forehead resting against yours. “Just let me love you.” He whispers.

Of course you want him to love you and of course you want to let him love you. He’s tired. He’s sad. He misses you and you feel it with just his eyes on your face. Lou wants you to be happy, you want yourself to be happy, you want Jungkook to be happy…and you hear Yoongi’s words to you where he asks you not to be dumb.

“I miss you,” You tell Jungkook, head tilting, teasing his lips with the close proximity of yours and you hear him suck in a breath, “Let’s—"

 Your words are cut off and both of your heads whip in the direction of your front door when your bell goes off.

“Shit,” You lean back, hands dropping before you wipe at your face, “They’re here.” 

“Oh.” Jungkook stands quickly, bringing you up with him and you both stare at one another for a moment before breaking into a small smile. “We look like messes, I think.”

“Think the girl from the bar still thinks we’re hot?” You continue to wipe your face and Jungkook does the same. “Let’s enjoy movie night, okay?”

“We’re going to talk about this later, right?” Jungkook chews on his lip, “y/n?”

“Yeah. I promise.”

~

All the guys are completely immersed in the movie that’s playing. Jin whispering towards Namjoon what’s going to happen next and Namjoon shushing him violently. Hobi…okay, not as immersed since he’s mostly been on his phone. Taehyung and Jimin are playing ‘which character am I’ and Yoongi stays quiet, eyes on the screen. 

Jungkook sits next to you, his hands itching to touch you but he doesn’t. He will try to be satisfied with the way your shoulder is pushed up against his shoulder but touching you or not touching you…either one is overwhelming to him. He glances at you, eyes on the screen and he leans in to whisper in your ear.

“I’m going to get some fresh air for a little bit.” He tells you, and you look at him concerned but he just smiles. “Be right back.” Jungkook stands from the sofa and tells the guys he’s going to back soon, he just needs some air. They mostly just wave him off, going back to what they were doing.

Jungkook goes to your porch, the November air feels nice and crisp and he breathes it in, hoping the air will clear the warmth inside him. He’s not too sure where he stands with you. He wants you to love him as much as he loves you and he’s certain you do but he also knows you’re scared you’re disappointing him if he can never get you pregnant again. But he’s serious—he doesn’t care. As long as he has you…his cheeks start warming, his stupid blush dusting his cheeks because of course, that’s what thinking about you does to him. 

Jungkook looks out to the scenery your porch has to offer—it isn’t much. But it’s still nice, he thinks. He walks forward and his hands go to the fenced part and he takes a deep breath but suddenly he hears the door open and close. He quickly looks behind him to see Yoongi, his hands deep inside his hoodie pocket as he walks towards Jungkook.

“Hey.” Yoongi comes next to him. “You good?” 

“Am I…” Jungkook looks at Yoongi and can’t help the smile that grows, “Worrying about me, huh?”

“I never said that.” Yoongi looks straight ahead, but there’s a smirk on his lips. “So?”

“You know,” Jungkook’s eyes stay on his friend. “I’m probably the most grateful to you. More than anyone.”

Yoongi glances at the boy, brows lifting in question.

“When I broke up with y/n at that time, you were the one who was there for her. And now, after the accident and you know, breaking up again…you’re there for her again. You probably kept her sane. Picked up all the broken pieces and what not. Helps you’re so in love.” Jungkook tries to joke but he looks down, feeling ashamed that he was the cause of some of your pain. 

Yoongi sighs out, “I’m not going to tell you words that will comfort you.” He cracks a smile and chuckles, “That’s too nice, even for me.”

“Of course.” Jungkook shakes his head with a laugh, “I’m your rival in love, after all.”

“Ah, you punk.” Yoongi scoffs at him, but he’s smiling. “But no. There’s no rivalry.” He shakes his head, sighing out now. “You know…when you two broke up that first time…I thought that maybe I was finally going to have a chance—just a chance to tell her how I felt. You were no longer in the picture, right?” Yoongi rolls his eyes, “I was so sure once she got over you—” He laughs before continuing, “Well, she never got over you. Anyway, you are wrong about one thing though.” And Jungkook quirks a brow. 

“I wasn’t there for her as much as I was because I was so in love with her. I was there for her because she’s my best friend.” He stares ahead, nodding to his own words. “And that’s what best friends do.” 

“You…” Jungkook responds softly, “You keep using past tense…’was’ in love…”

Yoongi finally turns to face Jungkook, smirk on his lips again. “You two weren’t the only ones who did some healing and moving on in the last year.” 

Jungkook’s mouth opens in surprise and Yoongi chuckles, “Something’s going to fly in there, moron. Let’s go back inside. y/n wouldn’t stop looking at the door as soon as you left. Don’t make her worry. You two are going to work this out. I know it.”

Jungkook playfully sniffles before he sings out Yoongi’s name in praise.

“Yeah. Yeah”

~

It’s around 11pm when everyone starts heading out one by one, hugs crushing your body as they say their goodbyes. Last two is Yoongi and Jungkook but Yoongi is making his way out of the door.

“Call me tomorrow if you want to get lunch, okay?” Yoongi gives you a quick hug. “See you later.”

“Drive safe.” You yell after him before shutting the door. “I’m tired.” You say, back going against the door and you lean against it for a moment, eyes on Jungkook who lingers in front of you. “What are you doing?” 

“Oh, I was uh, finding my shoes.”

“You’re leaving?”

“Well…everyone was so…unless you want me to stay longer?” Jungkook’s big eyes start glancing around, “I don’t mind, you know, if that’s what you want.” He’s nervous. You can tell he’s wondering if you two are going to continue what you were doing before the guys got there.

You lift yourself off the door and walk towards him slowly, your feet pattering against the floor and Jungkook gulps when you come in front of him. “It’s what I want.” You tell him, hand rising before you rest it against his chest. 

“Yeah?” Jungkook takes a deep breath, “And what do you, um, what do you want to do?”

“Be with you.” You tell him and he grows a little red. “We’ve had quite the day.” You look down at your feet, “And I think what I want to do most is just be with you, touch you, hold you.”

Jungkook takes your hand in his and pulls you closer to him, his other hand going to the small of your back and suddenly his forehead pushes up against yours and he squeezes his eyes shut. “When you say that—”

“I know.” You sigh, breath hitting his lips. “I know what it sounds like when I say that. And I’m saying that. And we can talk more about it later, I promise. But Jungkook,”

“Hm?” He brushes his nose against yours now, lips barely ghosting. 

“The touching you and holding you has to come first.” Both of your hands spread against his broad chest, feeling every tense muscle beneath your touch. “If that’s okay with—”

“Can I take this as a good thing?” His voice is a little strained, eyes still closed. 

“Yes,” You breathe against his lips. “You can—”

Jungkook isn’t rough with you, no, his lips are soft as he pushes them into yours with the kind of delicacy that sends you into a spiral. Your lips pull apart so agonizingly slow, the skin refusing to disconnect and he savors it. Lips not even fully apart yet before he’s molding his mouth against yours again. 

It feels like heaven, just having him close like this. Your hands start sliding upward, fingers at his neck, rising higher until they’re deep in his hair. Jungkook pulls away again, lips barely abandoning you as they rub against yours while the two of you breathe deeply, the kind of erratic breaths that build and build. 

He continues to hold you close as his hands start roaming your body. Fingers digging into your side, your hips, your ass, everywhere that feels meaty enough for Jungkook to hold. Having his hands on you like this causes your body to react more than you’d imagine at this point. Head tilting back, you bask in the feelings and Jungkook watches you with hooded eyes.

“It’s a good thing, right?” He’s basically begging for your reassurance. “This…I can take it as a good thing, right baby?” Jungkook groans when you press your body forward, hips trying to grind into his. 

“Yes.” You tell him, “Yes.” 

Jungkook understands perfectly then. “Bedroom?” He searches your eyes, “Fuck, please.” 

Your hands slide from the back of his neck, down his arms until your fingers are playing with his. He’s gazing at you, though his eyes are filling with want, you can still see an ounce of hesitance. “Jungkook,” You start tugging on his hands, leading him more towards you, your own feet stepping backward. “I’m letting you love me.” 

It only took those five words to have Jungkook falling to your bed as he struggles to kick his pants and briefs off all the way, the materials getting stuck at his ankles. You giggle, squatting down to help him. Jungkook looks down at you, his fingers pulling at his shirt before it’s slipping over his head and he’s throwing it across the room. 

Your eyes do little to hide the fact that they’re raking over his body, checking him out in full. His strong calves to his thick thighs, his small waist that tenses every few seconds. Chest, tatted arm, his handsome face with that damn lip ring that you decide does not feel weird to kiss. Jungkook’s lips are parted and he’s trying to remain calm but he’s eager. He’s tired of waiting, he’s tired of trying to collect himself. You see that as he breathes heavily, dark eyes boring into you and the small smirk that starts playing at his lips when he sees your eyes drop to his length. 

You’ve seen him naked countless times but right now it’s starting to feel like a first. It’s like you are getting to admire his cock for a first time, the size of it, the way it barely curves, the head that shines with just the right amount of precum. He leans back, resting on his elbows, his curious eyes on you. You know he’s wondering what you’ll do, how exactly you’ll approach him…because he knows you want to. You wouldn’t have led him to the bed like this, desperate fingers on his jeans to get them off if you didn’t want to be the one to set the scene. 

“Can…” You finally stand, slotting yourself between his spread legs. “Can you touch yourself for me?” You ask, your hands going to the bottom of your shirt before you’re lifting it over your head. Bra next. Jungkook blinks up at you, his brows raised before he slowly moves his right hand towards his member. His fingers wrap around the head of his cock lightly, he’s careful not to add too much pressure. He continues to stare up at you, his eyes falling to your leggings as you start dragging them down your legs. Panties too. 

Jungkook squeezes his cock at the sight of you, a quiet groan leaving his lips but he tries to remain calm…even though he wants to be anything but slow right now. “Come to me.” He starts stroking himself a little, “Come to—”

“Scoot back some more.” You instruct softly, “I’m going to come to you babe.” Jungkook nods slowly, body moving up the bed as you crawl between his legs. Your hands go to his thighs, gripping them, feeling how thick and meaty they are and Jungkook only tenses more. His hand stopping as he gazes at you. His teeth dig into his lips and he lets go of his cock and it lays against his stomach, twitching in anticipation. 

Jungkook tries to keep his eyes open and on you but the moment your fingers take his member and stroke him softly he’s starting to lose his own control. But it’s when you lean down and your lips peck the tip that he’s having trouble holding himself up, his elbows sliding and his head hitting the mattress. “Fuck…” He mumbles, eyes half-lidded. “I haven’t been touched in so long, y/n.” He admits, breaths rough. “It almost hurts how hard I am.” 

“Could you even handle me going down on you?” You ask, voice coated in silk. “You wouldn’t come the moment I take you down my throat, would you?” You feel Jungkook’s cock twitch again in your hand, his body starting to squirm as he tries to breathe evenly. “Jungkook…” You part your lips, tongue poking out before you lightly tap the head of his cock onto the wet and warmth. His hips buck up slightly and you gaze at him for a moment before wrapping your lips over the tip, taking him into the warmth of your mouth and Jungkook’s brows pinch in concentration, every heavy breath that leaves him is accompanied by the sound of him moaning. They’re deep, almost groans but the moment you start fondling his balls, he is whimpering. 

“Baby,” He whines, eyes screwing shut, the pleasure too much and too soon. “I can’t…” He cracks a smile, his hands going to the back of your neck. “I’ll come. I have to be inside you for that…” He starts sitting up, hands going to cup your face as he leads you away from his dick and to his lips instead. Jungkook moves his mouth over yours slowly but as soon as you slide your tongue into his mouth, he’s kissing you harder. Hands snaking down to your ass, squeezing it as he lays back down, bringing you with him. 

Jungkook kisses you rougher now, his teeth nipping at your lips, eyes opening to look at you. You kiss him back just as needy, whining into his mouth, body lowering over his and Jungkook’s eyes roll to the back of his head when he feels your cunt, dripping wet, sliding over his aching cock. Jungkook’s fingers go from your ass to between your thighs so quickly that you don’t even register it until two fingers press down onto your clit, your mouth open in shock and pleasure before Jungkook starts rubbing you slowly. “Jungkook…” You moan into his mouth, “Oh god, Jungkook.” 

Jungkook’s is effortless as he turns you over, his body on top of yours now, his face falling into your neck, sucking into your skin as his fingers start sliding between your folds. He licks and sucks your throat while sinking a finger into your heat, the pressure making your back arch. “Fuck,” You breathe, “Jungkook….” And then another finger. 

Jungkook can’t believe how tight you feel, your walls practically suffocating his two fingers. He tries to move them slowly at first, truly just wanting to feel you. But the moment they curl inside you and you are grinding your hips into his hand, he picks up the pace and adds a third finger.

“Need you,” You squeeze your eyes shut, “Now…”

“Stretching you—”

“Now, Jungkook.” You whine, your bottom lip getting stuck between your teeth. “I don’t care. Fuck me now, I need you now.”

“Are you sure?” He pauses his fingers, slowly leaving your core. Jungkook kisses the side of your neck before whispering, “I don’t want to hurt you…”

“You won’t.” You say, your hand reaching between you as you grab his length, it rests heavy in your palm. “It’s going to feel good.” You assure him, fingers stroking him, guiding him towards your heat. 

Jungkook releases a shaky breath, his eyes staying on you as his own hand goes below, wrapping around your hand as he helps you position the head of his cock to your hole. “This…” He sighs when he starts pushing inside you little by little, “This is a good thing, right? We’re…it’s a good thing you want this?” His forehead comes to yours, his eyes fluttering shut when he feels how your walls suck him in. 

“Yes.” You moan, body tensing when he enters you more and more. “Fuck, Jungkook…you feel so…” 

Jungkook breathes heavy against your lips, his hips meeting yours when he finally has his cock snug inside you. He pauses, letting you adjust to his size. You’re both panting, the feeling of being with one another so intense and overwhelming. He doesn’t even have to fuck you at this point, he thinks, he wouldn’t mind just staying inside you, feeling your walls pulsate around him—that alone could make him come. 

“Love me…” You whisper, eyes locking on his and he falls closer to your body. Hips lifting some, cock sliding out of you just enough to brush against a spot that makes you whine. “Jungkook.” Your arms wrap around him, pulling him in closer. Jungkook pushes back in and starts rocking himself into you, sounds of the bed creaking along with heavy breaths fills the room. He doesn’t speak anymore and neither do you. Both just concentrating on the feeling between yours bodies. 

Jungkook starts moving faster, fucking you a little harder. He’s trying not to be too rough with you but the feeling of your nails on his back makes him lose more control. He’s not quiet, but you’re swallowing most of his moans by kissing him. You know he’s concentrating on making this last longer, slowing down when he needs to but you aren’t too sure yourself how much longer you’ll last. 

“y/n…” He moans your name, sweaty forehead still pushed against yours, “If I rub your pretty pussy, baby, can you come in the next 30 seconds? I can’t…” he grunts, hips slamming into you, “I’m going to …fuck…” 

“Yes, touch me.” You cry out, “Make me come.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook’s fingers dance across your stomach, dragging down until he’s got two fingers circling your clit quickly. “Going to squeeze my cock, huh?” 

The sound of Jungkook alone is enough to make you come. He’s louder than he usually is, moans on the brink of sounding desperate leave his mouth. He’s grinding, he’s fucking, he’s rubbing, he’s creating that explosion inside you, he’s almost got you on the verge of eruption. 

“Fuck,” You pull him down, lips crashing into his, teeth clashing and tongues swirling. Jungkook touches your clit just perfectly, the nerves going insane as they reach their limit. He pulls away, looking into your eyes before he asks—begs you to come. And you do. You reach the top and tumble over, body tensing as you clench around him. He cries out, pleasure milking him dry as he comes inside you. 

You both breathe heavily, lips rubbing against each other, soaking in every euphoric feeling that washes between you both. Jungkook pecks your lips a few times, pulling out of you carefully and rolling over to your side.

“I wish that lasted an hour and not 8 minutes.” He says quietly with a chuckle, turning his head to face you.

“I told you it would feel good.” You say, reaching to bop his nose. 

Jungkook stares at you, his eyes half lidded but not from lust, rather his tiredness catching up to him, “You always feel good, y/n.” He says softly, “Are we going to talk now?”

“Tomorrow, Jungkook. I see how sleepy you are.” You lean forward, kissing his lips. But when you pull away you can see he looks a little worried. “Tomorrow.” 

~

No dreams last night. That’s your first thought when you wake up, eyes shying away from the sun that bleeds into the bedroom. No dreams and no panic. Just arms wrapped around you, holding you tight. You try to carefully turn over in Jungkook’s arms, careful not to wake him but when your eyes land on his face, you see he’s already staring at you. Eye are big and doe like, his purity gazing at you.

“Hi.” He murmurs, unsure of how to greet you after last night, his thumb brushing against your arm.

“You love me?” You suddenly ask, making him freeze. “You really want to be with me? No matter what?”

Jungkook’s cheeks start to fill in with a soft pink color. “Yeah.” He tells you, voice soft.

“I love you.” You blurt, eyes boring into his and you can see his chest rising and falling just a tad bit faster. “I love you.” You say again, a little more at ease. And then your lips curve into some sort of crooked smile. “You said you’d fuck that 10% chance into me over and over, right?” You can’t help the small laugh when Jungkook’s eyes expand, his blush getting dark. “You want to keep trying and trying with me? You want to see if maybe you’d be able to fuck me enough that you can put your baby into me again?”

And then suddenly the soft pink is replaced with red.

“Want to start trying right now?” You raise a brow, smirk on your lips. “Or maybe you actually want to marry me first this time?” 

Your words obviously shock him, his lips parted as he tries to process everything you’re saying to him first thing in the morning. He struggles to find a response quick enough. Eyes blinking at you and you swear you can hear how fast his heart is beating. And you see his face. God, his face. The entire thing gone red. 

You smile at him, hand brushing against his fiery cheek. His lips start to stretch into a smile, head beginning to nod but you can’t take your eyes off his blush. The red color painting over his cheeks…and you don’t think the color has ever looked this good. 

No Such Thing: Masterlist

Summary: After a messy breakup and an even messier night out , you find an unlikely friend in your coworker’s ex boyfriend. A messy beginning and an even messier middle, who knows about the end.

Chapter One: 01

Chapter Two: 02 - Contains smut

Chapter Three: 03 - Contains smut

Chapter Four: 04

Chapter Five: 05

Chapter Six: 06

Chapter Seven: 07 - Contains smut

Chapter Eight: 08

Chapter Nine: 09 *posted 5/1*

Drabbles:

I can & I will

Disconnect

Neighbours know my name (unrelated)

two point five. part two (m) jjk.

part one.

pairing. handyman!jk x reader genre. smut, fluff, friends to lovers word count. 12k warnings. jungkook’s love language is physical touch in case u were wondering!!, lots of kissing, fingering, too much teasing, multiple orgasms, jungkook might have a thing for overstimulation idk, unprotected sex, creampie hehe summary. so what if jungkook had loosened your bathroom pipes and his friends loved to tease him about you and your friendship. all he could think about was why the hell you hadn’t text him to fix it yet.  note. our fav handyman is back!! hehe thank u guys for loving him so much, i really enjoy writing about these two cute dummies. pls let me know what u think, feel free to send some more thirst asks abt him bc i will def be writing more drabbles abt them now<3

The sun beats down on Jungkook’s skin, leaving it prickling with sweat as he finishes loading up his truck. The thin white wifebeater does nothing to protect him from the heat, but he was using it to his advantage. He was currently on a job in the hills, a rich older woman wanting some help with hanging large day beds under her porch—and she brought her friends along to observe. 

Jungkook wasn’t stupid. He knew they weren’t interested in learning how to do this themselves. No, they were interested in the younger, tattooed and sweaty man grunting as he did it all himself. So he gave them a show, taking off his thicker shirt, revealing more of his body as he worked, raking his hands through his hair as he subtly flexed. He’d like to think it was an art. 

It really did pay off though. They brought out lemonade for him and even gave him a hefty tip, all of them giggling when he winked and wished them a good day before leaving. He really knew how to milk it. 

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rolling stone | jeon jungkook

summary: he was a rolling stone with no ties to anyone or any place and that’s how he and his fans liked it. now he’s found you and it’s never been this hard to convince someone that he’ll stay.

the problem is neither of you know what it means to express yourselves without reverting to sex as a form to end discussion. it causes all hell to break loose when Jungkook realized if he wants you to stay for him [with him] then he needs to show it to you too. can Jungkook and Y/n get past their own growing doubts on if what they feel is real and work out a way to be together—especially considering Y/n wants nothing to do with the limelight?

➢ genre/au: idol au, friends-w-benefits, smut, angst

➢ pairing: idol!jungkook x non idol!reader[she/her. female autonomy]

➢ 17.2k words

warnings: smut. angst. FWB. jk is lowkey sad :(, also mentioned to be a player but we don’t see it. unprotected relations. handjöb. fingering. cunnilingus. make out in a jacuzzi. sèx interrupted. jk has a busy schedule. y/n isn’t mean, just blunt. jin and Hobi go to military. bts is on break. dispatch being little bitches. rough missionary and riding. face slapping during sëx. jealous jk. lowkey insecure jk. saesang mention. they have cute moments. slight fluff when y/n and jk are together—also v comfortable to be themselves. open ending sorta.

song inspo: rolling stone — brent faiyaz [ im rich as fuck and I ain’t nothing at the same time ]. still with you — jeon jungkook [ i will look into your eyes and say I missed you]. do I wanna know — arctic monkeys [ too busy beings yours to fall for someone new ].

this work is a part of a collaboration: INDUSTRY BABY

Blue flashing lights danced across the crowds of people in the large arena. It reeked of sweat and voices cracked out of pitch from screaming. So many bodies crammed into the arena creating body heat that added on to the sweat that came to him from dancing. Without a care in the world he lifted the end of his shirt to wipe sweat off his forehead. A smile spread on his face at the chants from fans going crazy over his exposed abs that glistened with sweat. When he let his shirt go there was a clear ‘awe’ sweeping across the stage.

Jungkook felt like he could live in this moment forever but the shutting off of the lights as the music faded into nothing told him it was time for him and the others to head out.

“They go crazy every time,” was the first thing Hoseok said when they made it backstage. A water was thrown at Jungkook that he caught midair chugging down its content in a few gulps, crumbling the plastic in his hand. He coughed a little, nodding his head, “Every time.”

“You know what I wanna do right now?” Suga, asked them all, “I wanna go home and sleep for two days.”

“Really? I want to go out and get drunk,” Jimin said with a grin, “What about you Kook?”

Jungkook reached for the back of his black tee, lifting it up from the collar and yanking it off, leaving to get his things in the corner of their dressing room. He just shrugged in response because he didn’t know. He could go out and drink and probably find some nameless girl in this foreign city to sleep with and get his adrenaline out but he was also so damn tired.

“I’m just gonna rest,” Jungkook said, making Jimin and Hoseok groan.

“It’s the last concert for a long time, come on man let’s go out,” Jin said as Jungkook threw on a t-shirt, “You’re gonna have so much time to rest.”

Taehyung had a little smirk on his face, “He’s not resting, he’s gonna call up that little sneaky link of his.”

“Which one?” Namjoon asked as he sat on the sofa for a breath. Hoseok joined him watching Jungkook pack up, “The only one he intentionally flies out to see. The others he only has when he’s already in the city. International playboy, our Jungkooky is.”

“I’m not going to call anyone,” Jungkook mumbled.

By the time Jungkook got to his hotel room it was past midnight and by the time he got in bed it was closer to 2:00am. He was too used to nightlife to be affected by this though. He was alone in his apartment and the only thing he had was his cellphone and the tv playing behind him. The movie that played in the background was boring and he flipped his phone over and over again against his chest as if contemplating something.

With an annoyed smack of his lips he unlocked it and went to his contacts waiting to hear the dial tone end and the line to connect.

“Hello?”

“Are you busy?” Jungkook asked, checking the time again, “What time is it for you?”

“Just past midnight, where are you?” You asked as you rolled onto your side on your bed. Jungkook’s brows furrowed in thought, “I can’t remember… but close enough to only be a couple hours apart from you.”

Your lips curled into a soft smirk, “Think you can catch the flight out?”

“You want me to?” Jungkook asked, checking the time again to see if that was even possible right now. He couldn’t see you shake your head no, even as you smiled.

“It’s late and you’re tired,” you said what he already knew, “Besides, don’t you have another girl to keep your bed warm? You know… it’s been a while since the last time.”

Jungkook scoffed, choosing to ignore the first question you made and chose instead to say, “Have you gotten a boyfriend since then?”

He wasn’t jealous at all.

Not at all.

The two of you have been in this extremely tricky relationship that isn’t technically a relationship but he doesn’t know how else to refer to it as.

He met you two years ago when the group performed in your city. You had been working as a waitress then and the management team had rented out the restaurant you worked at for them to go there for drinks and food after the concert. You were attractive, that’s what Jungkook had realized first when he saw you bringing out their plates. He had been pumped up with adrenaline from performing and once everyone was drunk and no longer paying attention he found himself asking you questions casually.

He remembers you telling him you had wanted to go to the concert but couldn’t actually get tickets because they sold out so fast. He remembers telling you that he’ll give you backstage passes for the next night where they would be performing there again. After meeting you backstage it didn’t take long to get you back to his hotel.

You weren’t easy but you also didn’t shy away from his advances, even signed an NDA for that one night without batting an eye. You understood his work and you weren’t expecting anything at the time. You were just a college student looking for fun and this idol gave it to you.

For the last two years he’s flown in to see you when he’s had the chance. His visits usually consisted of visiting your place for the weekend or meeting at his hotel to have sex and just give him time to relax. You had conversations after sleeping together sometimes in bed, sometimes in the bathtub, but never once did either of you push for anything more.

He believes even now you’re just here for the fun of it.

It’s been months since he last saw you and weeks since he last talked to you so his question felt valid and your silence felt alarming.

“I went on a date the other day,” you said with a shrug finally answering his question, “But it wasn't worth it.”

“Hm,” Jungkook said as he looked away, “What’d you guys do?”

“Just went to some restaurant and had drinks… you know the usual,” you told him.

He nodded, looking back at you as you laid in bed with the lights dimmed and the soft hum of the television in the background. It mirrored his own vacant bedroom and set up that he found himself on his side just like you.

You waited for him to say something but he didn’t, he just looked at his screen zoned out. You looked at him with worry in your eyes, “You’re tired.”

“No, I’m not,” he released a betraying yawn and even he couldn’t help but smile at his attempt to lie to you. He released a heavy breath flipping onto his back looking away from his phone, “Alright I’m tired, but I wanted to talk to you.”

“Did you miss me?” You asked with a smile watching him nod still looking up at his galaxy sky. You laid your head on your hand as you said, “I missed you too.”

He broke out into a smile as he shifted his gaze toward you, “Did you?”

“Mhm,” you nodded as he turned back onto his side to face you, “I missed a lot of things.”

“Yeah?” He asked subconsciously, biting his lip.

Now Jungkook couldn’t lie, he had relations with other people recently and he doesn’t regret nor feel guilty over them. He expresses himself very clearly that those hookups are nothing more than just that. In the beginning he might have said that you were just a hookup, a constant hookup in his life that he never thought much about, but now he knew that was a lie because he missed you too.

He cleared his throat as he decided to finally vocalize it instead of just nodding his head, “I missed you a lot actually.”

“Like?” You asked lightly.

“What?”

“Like what did you miss?” You asked with a hint of a smirk as you thought about all the things you missed about Jungkook since the last time you saw him. He looked at his screen with large sparkly eyes as he took you in. Your hair was splayed across your pillow and your shoulders were exposed just slightly over your shirt but he knew that you’re not wearing anything on the bottom. You liked to sleep without pants and he knew this well.

“Miss sleeping next to you,” he confessed as he thought about the empty bed he usually occupied. He looked at you more hazy, “Miss sleeping with you.”

You smiled knowingly because things between you always seemed to drift back to the topic of sensuality. That was what this situation between you two sprouted on anyway, the desire to have sex with one and other with no strings attached. This was built on your sexual attraction toward each and no matter the kind of conversation you have it will always find a way to drift back into its familiar territory. Neither of you had a problem with that but always a wake up call to whenever you get a little too emotionally attached and have to revert.

“Wish I was there with you right now,” you admitted with a small bite of your bottom lip, “I haven't been able to feel you in months, do you know how hard that’s been?”

Jungkook felt his heart leap for a moment as he understood where the conversation would lead to but still felt a pang of irritation. Don’t make him believe it’s difficult for you to be away from him when you enjoy dates. He hasn’t been inside of you in months but he also knows you’ve had your fair share of flings in the meantime just like him.

Still, he couldn’t hold in the small grunt in annoyance at the reminder of how long it’s been, three or four months too long. He shook his head, “Fuck, I really want to see you right now.”

“Jungkook,” you said softly through the phone, “I want to see you too.”

“What if I fly out this weekend?” Jungkook asked suddenly and seriously despite how late it was for the both of you.

“Could you?” You asked hopefully. He nodded his head, “I could.”

When Jungkook flew in that Friday at 3:00am he knew you would be sleeping. It didn’t stop him from using the house key you had given him the last time you were and probably in the most incognito way he’s been in a long time, he went to your place.

You were sleeping on your side looking peacefully perfect. Jungkook dropped his bags on the floor by your bedroom door before slipping off some of his outer layers to join you on the bed. You tossed around a bit at the noise and sleepily you opened your eyes nearly screaming at the figure approaching you. When you noticed it was Jungkook you smiled, lifting an arm up for him to crawl into. He did so tiredly as he collapsed onto your bed in your arms.

“I’m so tired,” he confessed as he rested his head in the crook of your neck, “So fucking tired.” And he wasn’t just talking about right now.

You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead letting him cling to you, “I know, baby.”

He sighed against you as he let his eyes close and went under the covers with you, “Miss you.”

“Missed you too,” you said, running your fingers through his hair as you both tried to fall asleep.

“Morning,” you whispered softly the next morning as you rolled onto his chest noticing he was awake. He gave you a warm smile, brushing your hair out of your face and looking down at you with sleepy eyes, “Morning.”

His arm was wrapped around your head as you laid on his bicep and his thumb reached over to caress your cheek softly.

Sometimes, he craves this sort of intimacy. He’s a man who has no problem moving from one place to the next, one girl to another… he’s just not the type of man that can be owned by any place, person or thing. There’s a reason he loves being on tour so much or why he has so many girls to be with not one relationship in a long time.

He’s a rolling stone, that’s what Namjoon always says, he can’t stay anywhere or with anyone for too long.

Namjoon’s right, Jungkook completely agrees with him. Sometimes he does imagine what it would be like to have someone to go to when he needs it, a constant in his life, never a rare occasion. You’re about as constant as it gets when it comes to his nonexistent love life and that probably makes this all just a fraction more pathetic. His most reliant fuck was still so out of reach.

His touch was tender, thumb still grazing on your cheek as you fought the urge to go back to sleep. He leaned down the short distance between you and pressed his lips to yours in a chaste kiss.

“What's your plan for today?” You asked with a smile.

“This,” he said, giving you another sweet kiss, “And only this,” another kiss.

You let him deepen the kiss, even pushing forward to get closer to him. He smiled between kisses as he shifted to his side and fully enveloped you in his arms. You pulled away after some time to look at him and his eyes were closed like he was still tired.

“But what’s your plan when you get back,” You asked him and he released a breathy sigh holding you close against his chest while caressing small circles along your arm.

“Well I have a bunch of meetings this week for Calvin Klein,” Jungkook said as he hugged you, “Then I’ll have to fly back home.”

“Mmm, does that mean I’m gonna get to see you in your underwear?” You asked, placing a soft kiss on his naked chest. He smiled, “You already do see me in my underwear.”

“You’re right,” you said with a small laugh before realizing something that made you groan, “That means millions of other people are going to see this and that makes me a little jealous.”

He breathed heavily as your hand slid down toward his purple briefs slipping under the band. Jungkook leaned toward you for a kiss, “I’m not going to have a photo shoot in just underwear, baby.”

“Yeah but that’s because of your reputation not because you don’t want to be seen like this,” you said, planting another kiss on his torso as your finger teased his happy trail, “You’re not doing it for me.”

Jungkook bit his lip, “If you don’t want me to do the shoot at all then… I could probably cancel it.”

He knew it wasn’t fully possible to cancel a contract he already signed and it’s strange of him to even propose that but the words left his lips before he could stop himself. He wasn’t thinking reasonably but if he could find a way to not do it if it made you uncomfortable then he won’t.

You shook your head, hand slipping toward his flaccid member that was slowly coming to life with your touch, “You can’t cancel it for me.”

“I know,” he sighed when your palm ran over his dick feeling himself harden underneath your touch, “But are you gonna be upset with me?”

“Of course not, it’s your job,” you said kissing down his abs while rolling his cock around with your palm, “I can’t expect you to not do something for me of all people. When you get a real girlfriend then you can make decisions like that.”

Jungkook nodded in understanding but still kept the thought in his head. If he had a real girlfriend he shouldn’t see you anymore—no, he wouldn’t see you—no, he couldn’t see you anymore. If he couldn’t see you then he wouldn’t be able to feel the pleasure of your hand slowly stroking his member.

Refusing to think more on that topic he pulled you in for a real kiss as your hand wrapped around his hard length giving it some gentle strokes that had him releasing a soft moan into your mouth. He let his hand slide down your back toward your ass letting his fingers dig in and hoist you up higher for a leg of your yo curl up against his thigh. His long arm reached down toward your covered center letting his middle finger trail up the length of your slit from where your clit started all the way toward your butt feeling a dampness from where your cunt was.

You climbed further up his side still with your hand stroking his cock as he pulled your panties to the side to feel your pussy.

Your free hand moved to his chest, taut muscles tensing with each stroke of his dick and you pulled away from his mouth with a string of saliva connecting you two still. You trailed kisses down his collarbone as his breath hitched from the way you switched between squeezing at his base to softly circling his tip. He licked his lips, biting back a groan as you left a sloppy open mouth kiss against his pec, tongue soothing any sting your teeth left when you nipped at him lightly.

Jungkook took a deep breath when he felt your tongue swipe over his hardened nipple all while you slipped your hand down to squeeze his balls making his cock twitch more. Your teeth nipped at his bud pulling lightly and he hissed in please as you did it again a few times while simply rolling his balls around while his cock twitched and ached for relief. He went to lower his hand down toward your clit when you nipped his sensitive nipple again.

He brought the hand that he had just resting on the bed toward your chest that pressed against his, groping a tit as best as he could from this position.

His middle finger ran along your folds slowly feeling your hips begin to wiggle a little against his thigh and he let his ring finger join in flicking your folds. You pulled away from his chest to look at him as he pushed the thick finger between your pussy lips sinking into your entrance before rubbing the outer labia.

“I never get tired of seeing you like this,” you moaned while giving his cock attention and jerking him off quickly. Your hips bucked back into his hand as he pulled his finger out to flick into your entrance folds before plunging back in rougher now with his ring finger too.

“I know,” he sighed as it all became too much. He had to be inside of you, he was too tired when he got here and now all he can think about is your pussy. With a grunt he picked you up and put you down directly over his cock not caring about your slick which dribbled onto his purple briefs. His hands immediately fell down to your hips guiding you back and forth to grind your wet push on his cock which laid flatly against his pelvis.

He licked his dry lips, “I love seeing you like this too”

“You gonna fuck me now?” You asked hopefully as he nodded, you raised yourself onto your knees holding his thin waist for support and watched him line his cock with your entrance.

You didn’t need much prep considering the foreplay you just had and let yourself sink onto his length.

There was nothing slow about the way you were lifting yourself up his length and dropping back down. You were in a time crunch solely based on your need to ful together once before you let your weekend with him start. Jungkook’s hands dug into the thick flesh of your hips and thighs as he picked up the pace letting his own hips fuck up until you.

“Fuck,” he growled as he moved you up and down on his big cock, “Love this pussy.”

Your hands groped at your own tits making him speed up his thrusts as he took in the pretty sight of you above him riding his cock like the good girl you are for him.

"Y/n, I lo—“

His words caught in his throat as you nearly jumped off of him. Both of you turned to the nightstand where his phone sat facing up and ringing. Jungkook shook his head, “Ignore it.”

You nodded trying to go back to riding him as the call ended making you feel more at ease. Just as you both were getting back into it, it rang again.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned in frustration as he looked at it and saw his manager’s name displayed. He chose to ignore it again, moving back in to kiss you this time but once again you were interrupted and at this point you were fed up. You pushed against his chest to move him back and with a defeated sigh he let you slide yourself off his hard dick.

He laid there for a moment trying to catch his breath as the fall ended only for another to begin. Swallowing dryly he picked up his phone and finally answered harshly, “What?!”

“Flight’s been changed, Seokjin leaves tomorrow for the military so you gotta get on the soonest flight available if you want to see him off,” his manager said and Jungkook felt a pang of guilt in his chest.

Guilt because he wanted to stay and make you feel good instead of just running off the second he’s called. Then he felt more guilty at the thought that he’s even considering not going to see his own hyung off.

“Okay,” Jungkook said in a raspy tone, “I’ll get ready.”

“I’ll pick you up in twenty.”

“Twenty? Wait that’s no—“

Click.

He released a deep breath as he looked over to you as you sat up and fixed your underwear looking around for a t-shirt to slip on. His member was achingly hard and coated with your wetness but he knew he didn’t have enough time. He would have to shower still and pack his bags.

“Sorry,” he muttered shyly as he sat up looking down at his dick knowing he would either need to jack himself off in the shower and shower cold.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said, tugging your hair behind your ears, “You have obligations, I get that.”

“Y/n,” he called to you but you weren’t listening.

You seemed to read his mind though since you said, “Go shower, I’ll pack up your things for you.”

In the end his leave was rushed and unsatisfactory, leaving him more stressed and worked up than when he first arrived here. In truth he was annoyed, he just got here not even a full 24 hours ago but he had to leave already. He hasn’t even been here for twelve hours!!! He thought Jin was leaving sometime later this week so when did that change? Why did they let him fly to see you only to make him go back the second he does?

He’s sad about his hyung leaving and he would never miss it but he doesn’t want to miss being with you either.

Jimin was the first to hang out with Jungkook after Jin’s departure. Jungkook won’t lie and say he didn’t cry sending his friend off which he’s sure is a mixture of missing him but also the stress that’s getting to him every day.

“Where were you this morning?” Jimin asked. Jungkook was stuck on a flight all night and he didn’t get back till this morning right before they sent Jin off. He released a tired sigh, “Do you really want to know?”

Jimin nodded as Jungkook continued, “I went to see Y/n.”

“Already?” Jimin asked with a small chuckle as Taehyung joined them in one of the cars they were leaving.

“Already what?” Taehyung asked.

“He already went to see Y/n.”

“You did?” Taehyung asked looking back at him, “How was that?”

“Short,” Jungkook answered honestly as he yawned, “Literally flew in one night and left the next.”

“What did Y/n say about you leaving?” Jimin asked him and he just shrugged.

“Nothing, well she said I have obligations and just ended it there. She didn’t really talk to me after but she helped me pack and stuff,” Jungkook said as he stared out the window as their trusted driver got in. Taehyung sighed, “You think Y/n is tired of it already?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s been two years Kook,” Taehyung said honestly, “You’re not dating, you rarely even talk and yet you string Y/n along, basically. Or it might be the other way around where you’re being strung along by her and isn’t it just tiring? Don’t you just want to be in a real relationship with Y/n?”

“No,” Jungkook said sternly, “I don’t.”

“You’re lying,” Jimin said annoyed, “You do want to. We know you better than you know yourself so don’t sit there and tell us that you don’t want Y/n for more than just a fuck.”

“Don’t say it like that.”

“Isn’t that what it is?” Taehyung asked with a light scoff and laugh. He knows Jungkook, he’s not a relationship sort of guy.

He also cares about Jungkook deeply. He knows that out of all of them he seems to be the most exhausted and borderline depressed. He loves being on stage and touring but they all need a break and Jungkook is thankful for time off but he just doesn’t know what to do with himself. Instead he wondered what you were up to and he hated that. He shouldn’t be worrying at all about what you were doing.

“Are we getting drunk tonight?” Your friend Lia asked as the two of you stood in your bedroom. Jungkook left yesterday but you’re sure he’s back home now and it's barely Saturday night. He arrived during midweek but he couldn’t even stay past Friday morning considering he had to leave. It defeated the purpose of wanting to spend a weekend together but you understood.

You understand your place. You’re practically just a side piece and he had to go see Jin. Everyone is going to miss him and Jungkook will too, that’s why you couldn’t say anything to him and honestly you wouldn’t have even thought to act upset with him.

“We can,” you said, double checking your appearance in the mirror. Your intention for this weekend was to stay at home and probably lay in bed with Jungkook the entire time.

You didn’t even act like you were having the best night at the club. You did manage to actually dance with your friends and get a few drinks bought for you but you could only think about going home. Usually you don't mind going out and getting drunk but sometimes you just really aren’t in the mood for it. Tonight happened to be one of those nights where you’re practically forcing yourself to have a good time so it wouldn’t feel like an entire waste of time.

“So what’s your name?” Some guy asked you at the bar. He had just bought you and Lia a round of drinks that you watched the bartender make and now he’s interested in conversation. You didn’t think anything of it as you decided to entertain him at least for a bit while Lia chatted up the bartender.

“Y/n,” you said simply, “Yours?”

“Eric,” he said, taking a drink from his cup, “So what are you girls doing out tonight? Plan on hitting any more bars?”

“Probably,” Lia piped in, looking him up and down. You won’t lie and say the guy isn’t cute. He’s taller, a bit more lean and with wavy blond hair. His eyes were a shade of green from what you could tell and he happened to have pretty hands. In point, he’s attractive.

“Wanna join?” You asked, feeling slightly tipsy and at this point if you weren’t going to do anything fun tonight, why not make the most of it?

“So are you in school?” He asked once the three of you were outside and Lia was putting the number the bartender gave her in her phone case. You shook your head, “No, I’m graduated, you?”

“I work in eCommerce,” he told you as you walked down the busy streets of downtown which were full of nightlife and bar hoppers. You released a light gasp, “Me too.”

“Do you?” Eric asked while pointing to another bar where the three of you could go in. He paid for your entries and you repaid him with a drink at the bar. So far he seems better than the usual creeps who try to hit on you. You were both drunk too so conversation just came in easier. “What do you sell?”

“Um well I work for a company that takes on brand clients and we help them sell their things on Amazon and in store,” you told him as the two of you sat at the bar, “Just the other day I went to this sports apparel headquarters and we picked out best sellers and how to market them online.”

“I do similar work but with small businesses,” he told you with a smile, “You work with franchises though, right?”

“Yeah! Maybe I’ve seen you around somewhere, at a convention maybe?” You asked hopefully. Since the two of you had similar jobs it was easy to find something to talk about and by the end of the night you exchanged numbers and you actually didn’t mind it he texted you after.

You have to carry on with your normal life when Jungkook isn’t around. You’re not dating, you don’t even talk on the regular so it’s not like you owe him anything either. He goes off and sleeps with whoever he wants and you do the same. You shouldn’t feel guilty about getting a guy’s number but sometimes you can't help it.

The following Thursday you went on a ‘date’ with Eric. It wasn’t anything serious but the two of you had a lot in common. At first you tried to find an excuse to not go but Lia convinced you otherwise. She reminded you that it’s been too long since you went on an actual date and it’s not like you had a real reason to turn him down.

If anything it was a nice change of pace to get to talk to a man who can actually be seen in public with you and who doesn’t have to disguise himself every time you go out. He didn’t have a reason to leave the date or a flight to catch. You forgot how normal and easy it was to go on a date with a guy. You didn’t have to worry about pictures being taken or rumors that might spread.

It didn’t change the fact that you still missed Jungkook’s presence sometimes.

It took weeks to see each other and in all honesty, you were very surprised when you found out where you would be meeting. You couldn’t wrap your mind around the fact that he really did fly you out to a city you’ve never been to for the weekend. He had promotions here and wanted you to come because of how long it’s been since you last actually enjoyed each other’s company to full potential.

You looked around at the exhibit you were currently in. It was a dark room with a projection of being underwater mixed with patterns that felt otherworldly. It reflected off your skin and created a shadow wherever you stood and it just had you in awe at how pretty it looked.

“Finally found you,” a voice said from behind you and as you looked over you could see a perfect silhouette of someone familiar.

Jungkook stood where the light still hit more clearly and he was dressed casually but still in designer. The two of you met somewhere in the middle as you pointed to the room, “I think this one’s my favorite.”

“I can show you a better one,” Jungkook said as he took a step closer toward you letting his hand touch your lower back—the one without tattoos.

You were at an illusion museum, his idea but for the most part you were both still a little concealed with hats and baggy clothes. Still, he must’ve picked the right time because there was practically no one around anyway.

“Show me then,” you said as he took your hand in his and led you to the next exhibit which was a mirrored room from floor to ceiling. You could see your reflection at your feet and even when you looked up. Purple lanterns filled the room that reflected off of absolutely everything and looked like a maze. Once again there was practically no one around except a couple older couples. It made you both feel a little more at ease to be out in public together.

“Can I take some pictures?” You asked and he nodded. You ended up taking turns getting your pictures taken in different areas and got two of you both together. Jungkook laughed at one where your eyes were half closed or when your hair was out of place and you laugh at the ones he couldn’t keep a straight face in.

It wasn’t until you got to a different exhibit that looked like you were stepping straight into the night sky that someone approached you two. At first you both seemed very nervous until the man who had to be in his early fifties asked, “Would you like me to get a picture of you together?”

You looked to Jungkook trying to let him be the one to tell the man no but instead he handed the man his phone and said, “If you could.”

He came to your side and pulled you into him with a hand on your lower back, you placed your hand on his chest smiling for the camera as the man took a few shots. Jungkook ended up with both his arms around you as he pressed a kiss into your hair while your face scrunched cutely. That was probably Jungkook’s favorite photo and he didn’t hesitate to make it his lock screen. It’s not like anyone would see it.

“You look good in this,” Jungkook said as he showed you one of the mirror selfies he took with you in the lantern room. You peaked over his shoulder to look at it and smiled, “Right? I do look good.”

“Post it,” Jungkook spoke absentmindedly as you two sat in an empty blue room with clouds everywhere. The cushion you two shared looked like a cloud too. Before you could say anything he said, “You know just uh, just blur me out.”

“No, it’s fine,” you told him as you looked through the other pictures, “I can find one where I’m by myself.”

Jungkook looked down at you feeling the urge to apologize. If he was just some ordinary guy this wouldn’t be a problem. He wouldn’t look down at a picture appreciating your pretty face with regret that he can’t even show it off.

Your eyes met and you could practically see the guilt on his face so your forced a smile on his face and said, “Are you hungry yet?”

“Starving,” he muttered as he ran a hand over your hair before pulling you in for a quick kiss, “Where should we go?”

“We should probably just order in,” you offered more for his sake than yours but he shook his head no.

“It’s a big city, there are a lot of options and we could probably find some hole in the wall restaurant,” he said and it was settled.

His security team looked as inconspicuous as a bunch of seriously huff guys can look. They went in first to this tiny pizza parlor with a wall divider by a table and that’s the one you chose—the most hidden one. The two of you ordered a large pizza and drinks.

“Have you been busy?” You asked as your feet touched under the table. His foot ran over yours almost playfully doing footsies with you when you couldn’t hold hands.

Jungkook nodded as he played with the wrapper of his straw, “Yeah, I finished up the Calvin Klein shoot but it took a lot of energy. I’ve been trying to relax now that it’s over but this upcoming week I have a bunch of promotions to do again.”

“Not much of a break, is it?” You asked sadly. He took you by surprise when he took your hand in his hand over the table for anyone to see.

“Not really,” he said, tracing circles against your knuckles with the pad of his thumb, looking down at how your pretty hand fit perfectly with his.

You looked at him apologetically, “Am I taking you away from your work?”

He shook his head no, “No, well I don’t see it like that. I wanted to see you, it’s been a while and last time I left we didn’t have any time together.”

You were reminded of the time he left mid sex, literally. Jungkook looked up at you, “I did, um, you know go out though. Nothing serious just hung out with some girls the guys brought along, but I didn’t do anything.”

The two of you happened to be very open when it came to your personal lives. It sets a clear boundary line for any time either one of you gets too attached in your ‘relationship’. You just nod, “I went out too.”

When your food came the two of you switched topics of conversation and carried a light aura around you.

By the time you got to the hotel Jungkook had gone off to get you two drinks. You looked around the large suite he booked for you two and took in the jacuzzi outside.

“Should we go in?” Jungkook asked, appearing next to you as he handed you a glass of champagne. You stood at the balcony window overlooking the pretty city and decided that you should. When’s the next time you’ll be able to see a place like this, especially without Jungkook—who surely won’t be interested in you much longer. Flings like the kind you and him have don’t last.

“I didn’t bring anything to wear,” you argued and he looked down at your dress taking you in.

“Neither did I,” he winked and with a roll of your eyes you nodded.

“Let me go get ready then,” you said pointing toward the bedroom. He let you go off as he went outside to get it running.

You were just in your suitcase seeing if there’s anything you can wear when your phone rang.

“Hello?” You asked, putting your phone on speaker so that you could continue to get ready to go in the jacuzzi.

“How’s the convention? Are you bored to death yet?” She asked. It was midday for her whereas it was night for you. You lied and said you had a work trip this weekend.

“Not bad actually,” you told her as you found a hairclip to keep your hair up and out of the water, “Just busy.”

“Boring,” Lia said, making you laugh a little as you removed your jewelry next, “You know who I ran into the other day?”

“Who?”

“Eric, we were both waiting for coffee.”

Jungkook was already tugging off his belt on his way to the bedroom he would be sharing with you tonight. He stopped at the door when he heard another voice, debating if he should go in quietly or give you privacy. Instead he ended up just waiting outside when he heard something.

“I really like Eric for you,” Lia confessed through the phone as your eyes shifted to the entrance to make sure Jungkook wasn’t coming by, “You two seem to understand each other. You have the same occupation, same humor and I see chemistry. You haven’t dated in a while but honestly I feel like you and Eric would really work out.”

“Lia, I—“ you paused in thought. You’re not even sure what you’re trying to say, “We do get along but I don’t know, I’m not really looking for anything serious right now.”

“Bullshit! You’ve gone out like three times already,” Lia said, almost yelling through the phone, “You’re telling me you haven’t even thought about it?”

“I mean yes I’ve thought about dating but—“

“But what?”

Lia asked feeling a little annoyed. She’s your best friend, she knows that you’re always supposedly busy with something. She knows that if you talk to guys it’s only to entertain them and nothing more. In no way is she saying you need a partner to survive but you’re always stressed and she wished you had someone to always be there for you and understand your line of work and busy schedule. She released a deep sigh, “I’m not saying it has to be Eric but I am saying he’s practically made for you. You enjoy talking to him right? You like your conversations and that you have a lot in common. I just think that if you give dating a try, Eric is perfect.”

“I’ll think about it,” you said, “But I have to go. Everyone’s going out for drinks right now.”

Jungkook came into the room a couple minutes later. You looked over at him as he began to undress making sure to fold his clothes and leave it on the bed next to yours. You smiled as you took in his naked appearance aside from his briefs and went over to him. Jungkook felt your arms wrap around him as you hugged him from behind and he placed his hands over yours on his stomach trying to smile.

He has to act like he didn’t just hear your full conversation and that he wasn’t bothered by it at all.

“It’s ready,” he mumbled as he looked over at you. You had a pretty set of black lingeries and a silk robe that had his eyes trailing over your body in lust, “What if we just go naked?”

He needed to distract himself from what he just listened in on. You have to admit you felt guilty about your conversation with Lia considering you were flown out to see Jungkook and you didn’t want to think about anyone but him. That’s why you nodded eagerly and said, “Take it off me then?”

Jungkook smiled as he did just that, sliding down your underwear first. In the end the two of you went outside in only your silk robes and fully nude into the jacuzzi. You hissed at the hot water but he helped you sit down next to him while handing you the glass of champagne. The water was just high enough to cover your breasts or at least where your nipples were but Jungkook didn’t mind seeing you bare like this.

“The jets are strong,” you said, popping a few of the bubbles it made.

Jungkook laughed for a reason unknown to you and said, “No, I just farted.”

You pretended to gag in disgust, “Jungkook! You’re disgusting.”

He only laughed harder, “What? Don’t act like you don’t do it.”

“I’m a lady, I don’t fart,” you joked, making him roll his eyes as he played with the water.

“That’s not true, I’ve literally heard you do it in the bathroom,” he said honestly and it was refreshing that neither one of you were embarrassed. It felt domestic the way you were comfortable around each other and not always trying to look appealing and sexy to one and other. He enjoyed sex with you but he enjoyed joking and laughing with you two. It’s not talked about as much but you make him laugh and you get his jokes, you’re not embarrassed even when you pretend to be. One time he burped right in your face and despite telling him it was gross you did it right back.

“In the bathroom,” you said with a smile, “Not in public like you.”

“We’re not in public,” he said, lifting a foot out of water to watch it drip down, “It’s just me and you.”

You nodded in agreement and he smiled, “Tell me an embarrassing story and I’ll tell you one back.”

“I don’t have an embarrassing story,” you lied with a shrug making him roll his eyes yet again, “If you keep rolling your eyes at me I’m going to drown you.”

Jungkook just laughed as he looked you over, “If you dunk me in that water the only way I’ll drown is between your legs because you’re looking way too sexy right now.”

“You’re really going to say that after telling me to tell you an embarrassing story? Won’t that give you an ick?” You asked splashing his face with water as he flicked some back to you. He shook his head no.

“Not unless you tell me you shit yourself once,” Jungkook jokes, “Then yeah I might take us both in the shower before I eat you out.”

You scoffed, “I did not shit myself, you dick.”

“How would I know if you don’t tell me an embarrassing story?” Jungkook asked as he flicked water into your face.

“Okay fine, I’ll tell you one,” you groaned despite him applauding you, “In high school I went to this party with some guy I was seeing. I blacked out and puked on him, he was so mad that he never talked to me again.”

“Now that guy seems like a dick,” Jungkook said, “And maybe it’s because I’m a romantic but personally I would’ve held your hair back for you while you puked on my shoes. I don’t know, I guess not every guy could be a gentleman like me.”

You laughed, “Yeah okay, tell me an embarrassing school moment.”

“I don’t really have any,” Jungkook shrugged, “I was in high school but I was also a trainee so I didn’t have much free time. I did get to have fun and go out with my hyungs but not big parties or anything like that.”

You didn’t say anything for a moment just trying to wrap your mind around how hard it must’ve been to be a trainee. He smiled, “But I’ll tell you a semi embarrassing story. I can’t remember if I farted or burped on live but it definitely wasn’t quiet and everyone heard it.”

“That’s not that embarrassing,” you rolled your eyes. He laughed softly as he closed the small gap between you. He set his glass down on the ledge and took yours from you too. You watched him as he moved in front of you now, right between your legs. You ran your fingers through his curly hair as his hands found your naked waist underwater.

“Your hair is getting longer,” you said as he looked at you with bedroom eyes. It was bound to happen, you enjoyed your cute moment but at the end of the day it was like a switch that you two went through when you were together. You just wanted to get your hands on each other.

“You like it?” He asked dipping his head lower to be against yours, lips softly brushing against yours, “I haven’t cut it because you like it long.”

His arms tightening around your waist as he pulled you into him. Your hands found their way to the back of his neck trying to get him closer to you before taking the lead. He met you halfway and you fully succumbed to the kiss.

His lips pulled away from yours so they could attach themselves to your neck, placing soft kisses along your jaw and down your jugular. You craned your neck to the side to give him more access as you delved your fingers into his dark locks. The Jets of the jacuzzi were the only sounds heard aside from your little gasps and water splashing against your skin. His hands traveled from your waist up toward your stomach and then breasts. He held them both in his hands as his lips found their way back to yours and slipped his tongue inside your mouth.

You reached your hands over his chest feeling every ridge of abdomen muscle, nails lightly scratching against his skin. You ran your hands down him feeling every muscle tighten as you explored the ink on his arms and shoulders. You were full on making out and his thumbs were circling around your hardening nipples as he gave them a few squeezes.

Jungkook's kisses started moving lower again, kissing along your jaw and then collarbone. His tongue licked down to the valley of your breasts making you gasp and push him back. It took him a second to move but when he did his hands stayed fondling your boobs. He looked at you with furrowed brows as you looked around.

“Let’s go inside,” you said nervously and he looked around too. You were high up that nobody from the street would see but that didn’t mean other hotel goers couldn’t. Licking his lips as he looked down at where his hands were he nodded. He finally released you to reach for your robes which had just been thrown to the side. He helped you into the side of the jacuzzi making sure to block you as he helped you slip the robe on. You thanked him, handing him his and watching him stand in his naked glory to slip his on too. It was hard for you to ignore his hard member that pointed upwards.

The second you made it back inside Jungkook picked you up from your thighs and wrapped them around himself. You squealed at the cold from having your bodies wet but he carried you with ease toward the king sized bed. You began to slip off the silk again making sure to slide it off your shoulders and bud before he even set you back down. Like that your mouths connected again while he helped tug the robe off before letting you down on the bed.

Jungkook didn’t hesitate to start where he left off, mouth licking at the mounds of your breasts before tracing circles around your hardened nipple, bringing one into his mouth and kissing. The tip of his tongue flicked at your bud before capturing the whole thing in his mouth and sucking. The sensation of his mouth around you and his tongue flicking at your nipple made your back arch into his mouth, hands tangled in his wet hair with want. Jungkook pulled away with a pop, his own drool dribbling out the corners of his mouth as the heat radiating off your body became too much for him.

He took his time kissing down your stomach toward your legs which had goosebumps from the sensation and the cold. Soon, he was licking and nibbling every single exposed part of your body: Your collarbones, stomach, belly button, your sides and the area around your breast. The inner part of your thighs got a lot of attention from his mouth as his hands spread them further around himself. He was inching closer to your wet heat.

It’s like he was trying to get every single thing he couldn’t do the last time you were together. All he’s been able to think about was to feel your pussy around him when he was deprived of it. He began teasing your inner thighs, so close to your core but not yet there and you wanted to feel his tongue between your folds so badly.

His brows knitted together in pleasure, an almost angry expression on his face as he let out a groan. You were so fucking wet, he's never seen a pussy get as wet as yours did. It was always such a damn treat. He ran a finger through your folds gathering slick on his fingertips before bringing them back out and examining them and the way they shined.

A sudden thought crossed his mind making him ask, “Who else makes you this wet?” His lips part allowing his fingers to slip inside his mouth and pet his tongue. His eyes rolled back loving the sweetness, even your insides smelled good.

You sighed, “Nobody, that’s the bad thing.”

You were being honest. No guy you fuck brings the kind of pleasure Jungkook does and he knows it. His hands went to your thighs hoisting your legs up and spreading them as far out as they could go before finally burying his face in your cunt. A moan left your mouth as he pressed his lips to your clit. He brushed his thumb gently over the hardened bud not having time to tease before he did it again and again. You could hear the slurping sound of his mouth swallowing your clit into his mouth and sucking while flicking his tongue over it. He was a messy, a goddamn messy, pussy pleaser but you didn’t know he only got like this with you. He only ever makes you with your little cunt like this because he lives for your reactions, your tastes, the way your legs shake around him.

Jungkook slid in a finger listening for your loud moans because you were always so vocal for him even if you didn’t use your words. He didn’t need to do much talking as he let his tongue do it for him, licking up whatever slosh his finger pushed out of you, sliding a second in to join the first.

“Oh fuck,” you whined as he back to bump into your clit with the tip of his big nose, “Just—ngh—fuck me already.”

"Can’t you just enjoy what I’m giving you like a good girl?" He asked, pulling away ignoring the line of arousal connecting his chin to your drenched pussy. You rolled your eyes, sliding a hand down toward your pelvis, fingers just barely touching your clit to try and speed up the pleasure before his hand smacked yours. You hissed in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he smacked your clit softly, “Y/n.”

His tone was in warning but you ignored him, “You want me to beg to have you inside me?”

He released a scoff with a laugh as he sat up with his arms hooked around your thighs and yanking you toward his angry cock until your pussy touched it directly. The length of his thick member was longer than your slit and he took pleasure in grinding against your fold letting his cock bump against your clit coating himself in your arousal. He licked his lips looking down at the way your fat pussy lips hugged his dick.

“Dirty fucking girl,” Jungkook hisses in pleasure when he feels your hand curl around his cock pumping him twice covering him in your slick. Protection was never something the two of you ever thought about simply because you never let him finish inside you and you regularly tested yourselves for other things. So without a second thought you lined him up with your entrance.

Jungkook's head fell forward, lip tugged between his teeth, an almost pained expression as he tried to concentrate on the way you pushed his fat cock inside your tight cunt. The image was absolutely desirable. Jungkook worked hard on his body, every muscle had a purpose and right now they were all flexing in wet pleasure due to the way your walls constricted around him. Your hips gripped tightly by Jungkook's hands finally sinking all the way down and without another thought he moved them to the back of your legs forcing them up to your chest being held down by his arms.

Jungkook slides almost completely out before slamming back in. He was nearly in a push up position as he folded your body to his content as he drew his hips back and once more sank back in with his full length.

“Yes,” you moaned loudly despite a pain in your legs from the stretch. Your eyes met as he pulled back, letting his mushroom tip circle around your entrance before diving back in full thrust. Unable to stand the small space between your bodies, you slid a hand toward his neck tightening just enough to make him groan and his hips stutter, before yanking him down into a makeout.

You squeezed your walls around him on purpose, pulling his bottom lip out with your teeth, hand still on his neck as he fucked you hard. One of his hands released your legs to take a breast in hand and groped it, making your hips begin to fuck back onto his cock as you hooked the leg he released around his back.

“Y/n,” he growled, “Look at me.”

You did as told completely unaware of how unbelievably sexy he looked with his glute muscles flexing with each stroke of his thick length inside your wet cunt, muscles in his thighs tightening showing veins protruding on his happy trail that all led toward his cock.

With a new angle he reached a deeper point and his hand was able to grope at your tits more freely while the other kept your hips down on the mattress. He licked his lips, “You talking to anyone right now?”

You were too gone to pay attention as his cock hit a new angle where he pleasure your pussy lips every time he pulled out. With the hand on your hips he moved it to your butt, drawing back and smacking lightly, “Y/n.”

You moaned at the slap, still refusing to look at him making him do it again, harder this time as he thrust deeply into your cunt. He smacked his lips in annoyance as he did it again, “I’m talking to you.”

When you refused to acknowledge him he nearly growled as he yanked you off the bed to sit back on his haunches and bring you down on his thighs with his cock still buried to the hilt. He pinched your ass before smacking it again, “Y/n—“

His words were cut off as his head whipped to the side when your hand connected with his cheek giving him the same sexual treatment he’d been giving you. You ground your hips onto him, “No, you asshole, I’m not.”

His jaw clenched as he looked at you, unable to stop fucking you as you sat on his lap. You’re lying right to his face yet when your raised your hand to slap him once more he couldn’t stop the animalistic growl that slipped past his lips as he took a boob into his mouth fucking up into you

He groped at your ass, spreading the soft cheeks apart and rammed into you when you threw your head back in a moan, "So fucking good."

A hand on your ass and another on your tit letting you pull his face into you. Your already erect buds tightening as he pinched and pulled at them. He left wet, sloppy kisses over your throat, moving his hands to grip your waist harshly. Jungkook's nail dug into your soft flesh as he lifted your hips up and down on his cock.

"Just like that," he groaned, “Cum on my cock.”

You never needed permission to orgasm but his words had you falling apart. His eyes locked on yours as he felt your warm walls begin to tighten around him. A familiar ring of nerves clenching around his member as it sucked him into your folds. He wasn't going to last much longer either. Just like that you were releasing, biting back a euphoric moan as Jungkook held your side tightly to keep his cock buried inside of you relishing in the warmth of your release as he forced himself not to cum.

“So good,” you gasped, hugging him with shaky legs as he let you come down from your high.

Once you calmed down Jungkook helped lift you off his achingly hard dock and he watched you move onto your hands and knees before him.

Neither one of you needed to voice what would happen next and he released a pleased sigh when you laid down on your stomach and took his cock in your mouth. Your hands slid down the length of his cock with a small twist of your wrist around him as you made out with his tip moving some of his foreskin back. He squeezed his eyes shut and released a groan, hand going to your damp hair as you flattened your tongue down his length and began to bob your head.

"Fucking hell," he licked his dried lips, head thrown back as his body heaved trying to catch his breath, “I’m gonna cum.”

He was so close due to everything you’ve done and you weren’t surprised at all to feel his hot cum shoot into your mouth with a twitch of his hips.

He released a breathy laugh as he helped you off him and looked down at your fucked out state. He dropped down to the bed trying to catch his breath, “Fuck that was good.”

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement as you laid over him letting him hug you, “Even though you were a little mean.”

“Me?!” He asked as he brought a hand toward his neck that was still a little red. Rolling his eyes he brushed your hair out of your face, “Yeah okay.”

By morning you finished at least two more rounds of horny sex and you were both physically drained.

He knew that now wouldn’t be the time to bring it up but he didn’t know when else to do it. You spent all night having sex and today you both would be flying back home since it was only a short weekend trip from Saturday to Sunday. He needed to bring it up now before he missed his chance.

“So… I heard you on the phone last night …” Jungkook finally said as he did the buttons up on his black shirt sitting on the edge of the bed not facing you, “With your friend? She mentioned this guy… who is he?”

“Huh?” You asked, barely listening as you scrolled through your phone lying comfortably in your bed. You weren’t fully paying attention. It was early, you were tired, and you just wanted to enjoy some relaxing time before you had to go to the airport. When you processed what he asked you said, “Oh uh, just some guy we met.”

You were trying not to seem nervous because technically you’ve done nothing wrong, right? “We went out for drinks.”

“Like on a date?” Jungkook asked, forcing his eyes to stare at the window just a few feet in front of him. He didn’t want you to see his face if he reacted in a way he wasn’t supposed to. If he could see the way you shrugged casually it would probably just annoy him a little more.

“Um, well, I don’t know if it would count as a date,” you said and that had his head turning back to face you. His lips parted in what seemed like a soon approaching smile but it wasn’t out of joy, it was disbelief.

“Really? Because from what I heard it wasn’t just one time you went out with him,” Jungkook said as he quit buttoning his shirt up leaving the top two undone so he could focus on you instead.

“What?” You asked looking back at him, “Were you listening on my call?”

He scoffed, “It was on speaker and your friend was yelling. So, just be honest, have you slept with him?”

He wasn’t shaming you or anything, he just wants to understand the extent of your relationship with that guy. He’s been thinking about it all night even when he was inside you moaning out your name and making you cum.

Your eyes narrowed, testing him, “Does it matter?”

“Does it matter? Yes it does, Y/n, to me. We’ve been talking and I just flew you out to see me for a weekend and you’re asking me if you potentially fucking another guy matters or not?” He couldn’t hold back the bitterness in his voice, feeling the way it deepened with a small hint of annoyance.

You sat up now letting your phone drop to your bed, “Why are you getting mad? Didn’t you tell me you went out with some girls?”

“Yes but I didn’t know them. I didn’t go out with them alone nor did I go out with them more than once,” Jungkook said honestly, “And I damn sure didn’t sleep with any of them.”

“I didn’t have sex with him,” you cut him off making his words stop, “But either way don’t worry about what I do when you’re not around.”

“Y/n…”

“No Jungkook, you don’t hear me asking you when the last time you fucked someone else was,” you told him feeling annoyed, “What do you expect? Am I just supposed to wait around and see when the next time you want to catch a flight is?”

“I’m not…” he took a deep breath to calm his nerves, “I’m not asking you to do that. I don’t care who you see when I’m not around but don’t… —I’m not gonna be some guy fighting for your attention, Y/n.”

He couldn’t even make full sentences at times because he didn’t know how to say what he wanted to say. He couldn’t articulate it without sounding misleading. He was not looking for a relationship but he also can’t stand the idea of wondering when you’ll be taken by someone else. He just… he can’t have a relationship.

You were facing each other on the bed now but not once did your eyes stray to each other's bodies. This was a conversation, nothing more, nothing less.

“Oh but I can be one of those girls who has to fight for yours? Why? Because you’re famous? Because I'm nobody? You’re the one who made it clear since the beginning that this was always going to be casual so why bother even asking about who I might be seeing now?” You asked and Jungkook hated that what you said was right no matter how cruel you sounded saying it.

“Okay but don’t act like what you and I have is… it’s different. Maybe before it wasn’t my place to ask you who you’re seeing but come on, we both know this isn’t just casual,” Jungkook said as he looked down, catching sight of your phone facing up with the time displayed.

“You could’ve fooled me,” you scoffed, “You take me out for the first time ever this weekend and suddenly it’s not just about casual sex? Cut me some fucking slack if I can’t read your mind on if you just want me for a quick fuck or if you just want me for yourself.”

“Fine, I’m sorry,” he muttered under his breath, biting down on his bottom lip to stop himself from saying anything more. He’s got no place to do so anyway. You weren’t dating, this was just casual, and he had someone in his hotel room just three weeks ago. It makes him seem hypocritical. But the thing is, he knows you have sex with others when he’s not around and he does too but that’s all it is. It’s not three dates like your friend Lia said you had with Eric.

Now that’s an attempt at a real relationship away from him. That’s him possibly losing you and that’s what’s bothering him.

You looked at the time again, both of you very aware of the fact that he needed to leave for the airport sooner. The edge to your voice quickly dissipated as you asked, “You’ve got to go already?”

The mood changed so fast at the realization of the time and that he was leaving again. It was hard to stay hostile toward the other when you both knew your time was up and you didn’t know the next time you can see each other again is.

Jungkook nodded his head as he finally stood up. It didn’t take him long to pack up since he traveled lightly but there was still a stretch of awkward silence when he did have to put his things away.

“Are you mad?” You finally asked as he stood in front of you now. You stood up from the bed to walk him out but he didn’t move back. Instead he took your hand in his, placing a small kiss on your knuckles, “No. You?”

“No,” you told him and it was the truth. You knew from the beginning what it would mean to sneak around with Jungkook like this. You didn’t beg him for a relationship because you didn’t expect one. He’s made it clear that a relationship would be hard for him with all his work and fans. You don't have a single problem with that, you’re such a big fan but… he can’t get annoyed if you see other people in the meantime.

Jungkook’s hold was gentle but firm and he pulled you into a hug, “I should go.”

“I know,” you sighed hugging him back, “You’ve got a busy schedule this week.”

Jungkook scoffed at the reminder but he wasn't annoyed by you but by how much of an understatement that sentence was. Despite their break starting his schedule is still just so hectic he had to move so much around just to come see you.

“Call me when you land?” You asked as you followed him to the front door. He nodded yes, twisting the handle to leave your apartment. He was dressed in dark clothing and a driver would be picking him up from your private parking garage so he wasn’t worried about being seen. So he let his mask fall for a moment to press a kiss to your lips.

“I’ll call.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

When Jungkook made it onto his plane he couldn’t stop himself from taking his phone out to text you. He didn’t even think about what he was doing till he sent the message.

jungkook: what if we give us a try?

jungkook: I shouldn’t have gotten mad. it’s not my place. ik.

jungkook: but i'm tired of acting like we’re not more than just a hook up

jungkook: I dont want either of us worried so should we give dating a try?

When he landed back home thirteen hours later, he finally saw your text.

you: I don’t think so

That following week he appeared at your doorstep looking absolutely hurt even days after he ignored your texts. He couldn’t message you after that day but that didn’t mean he could go to you in person for a real conversation.

“I just don’t see it working out, I rather not waste my time,” you told him honestly. You hated being cruel but it was for the better. Soon he’ll realize that he was better off without you and that you were just doing him a favor. Of course he didn’t see it that way because he just didn’t understand.

“How do you know that when you can’t even try?” Jungkook was getting flustered. He hates every second of this. It’s not his first time attempting to start a relationship with someone, he’s gets that but he just doesn't get why you won’t even give him a try. He understands his life is hectic and it comes with a lot of attention but it’s you that he’ll really want. You’re the one he'd like to call at night after a show or fly in to see when your schedules matched. It’s the only way you can both save yourselves from losing each other if someone else comes along.

“I don’t want to try Jungkook, I just… I just want to stop now,” you told him and you were looking him in the eye as you said it so he couldn’t even tell if there was a part of you that thinks you don’t want to stop. How could you want to stop seeing him? You used to be at their shows watching as a fan and now you’re trying to throw him away as if he didn’t give himself to you. Just last weekend you were joking, taking pictures together, having round after round of sex but now it’s like that never happened. Maybe it was his fault for bringing up Eric but he needed to know at the time because he didn’t want you to leave him.

You felt horrible saying that to him but you needed to. If you weren’t honest right now then you’ll regret it later on when you’re getting sent thousands of hate comments that you just can’t handle mentally. You would honestly give everything to be with him in a normal relationship but you can’t have that. That’s why you went on more than one date with Eric, he made you feel normal.

You understand that other people have happily dated a celebrity knowing all that came with it but you just don’t see yourself as one of those. Call yourself pessimistic but you’re just thinking logically. Jungkook tours so many cities, so many countries with thousands of fans everywhere BTS goes. Fans who have dedicated themselves fully to the group and others who’ll defend them over anything. It’s not that it’s bad but when it comes to their love life not all are happy. You don’t want it to someday leak and now you’re Enemy No.1. Now they’re spamming you with hate, finding out where you work, who your family is, where you come from. They’re outing everything about you, sending threats and nasty comments all about how you didn’t deserve Jungkook. You could not handle that, and obviously not all fans are like that but it would also be a lie to say that none were like that.

“You don’t mean that,” Jungkook said as he sat on the edge of your couch looking dejected, “You want to be with me, I know you do. I want to be with you too and you’re being so fucking unfair right now.”

“I’m being unfair?” You asked with a scoff, “What isn’t fair is that you won’t listen to where I’m coming from but you expect me to listen and agree with everything you say?”

“Because I’ll be there for you!” Jungkook said, raising his voice a little, “I know it’s hard. I know my life isn’t easy but come on… isn't this what you wanted in the first place?”

Your face dropped at what he just said. Of course he would think that is all it would take to make you want to be with him. Oh, he’s Jeon Jungkook of BTS, who wouldn’t want to be with him? And yeah, okay, you thought that at one point too but you realized that it just doesn’t seem like something you actually want. You cleared your throat awkwardly, as you stood up from the couch.

Jungkook looked at you waiting to see if you would say anything but instead he was met with silence as you began to walk to the front door and he’ll be lying if he said that didn’t hurt. You didn’t even have to say anything right now for him to understand what you wanted. You were done talking and you wanted him out. You knew he would be leaving in the morning and you couldn’t even handle another minute with him here and that fucking hurt. He pushed off the couch letting you know he was upset as he grabbed his things, putting on his hat and mask and anything that would disguise him.

He walked to the door with all his things standing in front of you waiting to see what you would say but you wouldn’t even look at him. Even as he stood not even a foot away from him you refused to look at him and he knew it was because you were lying to him. You wanted him to think you didn’t want to be with him when you clearly do. Jungkook’s lips parted as they came close to calling your name but his phone began to ring. One look down and he knew it was his manager probably wondering why he wasn’t back at the hotel yet. He didn’t miss the way you glanced down at his phone too but you went back to staring off when he looked at you. He ignored the call just so he could try and talk to you again, “Y/n—“

Ring. Ring.

He needed to leave, he was being summoned and you knew he had to go. If you didn’t say something that’ll hurt him then he’ll try and stay to talk this out but there was nothing to talk about. You two weren’t ever supposed to be anything more than just casual but this past weekend complicated things.

He just needs to see that he’s in over his head. He doesn’t actually want to be with you, he just doesn’t want you with anyone else. That’s why this whole argument started anyway, he was mad you went on three dates with the same guy so you need to say something to help him clear his head and think logically.

“You can’t give me the normal I want,” you finally said and he felt the ache in his chest expand, “That’s why I’m saying no. That’s why I went out with that other guy.”

Jungkook’s body went rigid as he let you push him away, words cutting deep. The door closed shut behind him and he was alone in the empty hall of your apartment building.

Jungkook got into the back of the black G-wagon that had been sitting in the parking garage for hours with the driver up front. He looked back at Jungkook and casually asked, “Any other stops tonight?”

It was a usual question to ask and Jungkook hated it because it was his fault. He’s the one who was insatiable for the attention, for the affection. Everyone’s used to his ways and there’s a reason why there’s a new rumored girlfriend of his every other week. He knew why you were rejecting him but he just wished it was different, that he was different. He was scared to lose you to someone else but he can’t even give you what you want.

“Not tonight.”

He knew it was obvious on every live he did that he was not feeling himself. With some of the others already enlisted and time to himself where he could relax and talk to ARMY, he felt alone. Then he felt bad for feeling alone because he was always flooded with love and support but that’s the problem. He knows he’s loved but he doesn’t feel it on his skin. He hears it and sees it but he can’t touch their affection. He can’t lay in bed and feel it because it’s not there. It just can’t replace the intimacy that came with having someone when he felt alone.

He couldn’t even call you because you wouldn’t answer. He can’t DM you or text you, especially not see you. There’s other people on his phone eager to get another night with them and yet he’s stuck on you and what you said to him.

It’s not like he expected it to be easy. He knew that just asking for a real relationship was asking for a lot but he just doesn’t get it. He spent so much time wondering what it was about you that made him want to stay every time he was with you. Maybe it was your crass way of speaking, not caring who he was or if you were a fan. You were blunt and honest and refreshing. You made him crazy when you would go months without talking yet he never even noticed at first.

Jungkook would be with some girl from some nameless city and then he would be in bed with her. He would lay there after only for a second before he was rushing out the door not bothering to look back.

He would go home or back to the hotel and maybe contemplate being alone or find someone else to keep him company before he got bored of them.

If it isn’t clear that he’s not that good of a guy to be with, then he must be good at hiding it—especially from his fans who had absolutely no idea that he wishes you were there for him.

He could tell you that you’re the only one he never wants to leave. That if he could he would stay in bed with you even if he didn’t realize that’s what he wanted. He would say that waking up beside you the next day was comforting even if he didn’t know why.

But he knew now and for some reason he thought you would be overjoyed to be with him. Then he felt stupid because why would he expect you to react that way? As if he didn’t know you and the way you were. As if he didn’t know how crazy and unconvincing he sounded offering you words of security and reassurance if you went out with him.

He was so utterly stupid to think he could just ask you out of the blue to be with him and only him—even when he was thousands of miles away.

“Aish,” he cursed as he looked down at his phone, the comments and gifts flying in and out of his screen. His usual gravity LED lights in the background and a song that made him laugh bitterly playing quietly.

Call Out My Name by The Weeknd and he just thought, how fitting.

Comments flooded in asking what was wrong, why he was laughing, if this song meant something and it made him laugh again.

What was wrong? He’s been cut off by the person who was his comfort and they wanted nothing to do with him anymore.

Why was he laughing? Because it’s crazy that he expected you to ever want to do this with him, if you wanted to you would’ve proposed the idea sooner, right?

Did the song mean anything? Not necessarily, it just happened to be playing but he was so in his head that he didn’t realize how fitting it actually was until he heard it.

No, he shook his head, he’s just being dramatic.

He forced a smile on his face, “I do miss seeing all of ARMY, I hope to go back on tour when the break is over, I would like to see you all.”

He read some comments off the screen trying his best to focus on this instead of you.

Then he saw it right there as he was trying to distract himself from you. Like usual, you read his mind and knew he was thinking about you again. Why else would you join the live now of all times?

You just wanted to see him because even if you ended things harshly that didn’t mean you couldn’t miss him. You missed him so much but you were just in two totally different worlds. Pretending was fun while it lasted but when things got serious you couldn’t do it like a coward.

You’re not sure if he noticed you but there was no denying the stutter in his voice as he stared at the screen intently. It felt like he was looking right at you and the thought made you squirm and ready to leave but you stayed instead. You watched him listen to music, chat like nothing was wrong and laugh every now and then, but you can tell it wasn’t real. You can tell it’s all strained.

“So,” Jungkook cleared his throat as he prepared himself to speak next. He’s been thinking about this since you joined the live and he figured now is the time to just go for it. If he doesn’t just do it then he’ll wonder if this is his last time to have you interact with him in some way. He doesn’t even know if you’re still watching but he at least needs to try.

“I wrote and produced this song last night,” he finished as he reached for his laptop immediately looking for the track, “I’m gonna sing it for you… all.”

He didn’t have to look at the comments to know everyone was going crazy over the thought of him singing something new. He grabbed his mic and plugged it in playing the back track and asking if everyone can hear it right. You didn’t comment or anything but for some reason you knew this was for you. He looked into the camera one more time as he began a soft melody of ‘Still With You’ in Korean.

You could really only make out a couple lines from what he taught you but it was easy to tell the song and what it meant to him if you went based off the way he sang it so intently.

‘That faint voice of yours that grazed me

Please call my name one more time

I’m standing still under the frozen light, but

I will walk towards you, step by step

Still with you

A pitch dark room

I shouldn’t get used to it

But I’m used to it again

The low-pitched sound of the air conditioner

If I don’t have this, I might just fall apart

We laugh together, we cry together

These simple feelings were everything I had

When will it be?

If I see you again

I will look into your eyes

And say, "I missed you"

In a rapturous memory

The rain pours even when I dance alone

By the time this mist clears

I'll run with my feet wet

So hug me then

Behind the faint smile that looked at me

I will draw a beautiful purple shade

Though our footsteps may be out of step

I want to walk this path with you

Still with you

In a rapturous memory

The rain pours even when I dance alone

By the time this mist clears

I'll run with my feet wet

So hug me then

The moon looks lonely

Like it's crying in the bright night sky

Even though I always know the morning will come

I want to stay in your sky like a star

Every day, every moment

If I knew this was gonna happen

I would have remembered more of them

When will it be?

If I see you again

I will look into your eyes

And say, "I missed you"’

You didn’t know what to feel right now nor what to say. It’s not like you could comment how you miss him too without thousands of other people saying the same thing. You didn’t even know if you wanted to address this so like a coward, you left.

Jungkook knew he didn’t want to reach out to you. He didn’t want to know if you heard the song or not because if you don’t reach out to him it either means that you didn’t or you don’t care. He’s not strong enough to find out which one it is, he is just thankful he got it off his chest.

You were hectic, running around your house looking for things you wouldn’t specify. You shoved things into your suitcase that you weren’t sure you would even need and ignored all the questions being thrown at you.

“You’re not making any sense Y/n,” your friend said as she sat on your bed, “How are you just going to go on a trip so suddenly? Where are you even going? What about work?”

“I’m using my PTO,” you told her as you checked the time one last time to make sure you wouldn’t miss check in.

“Alright but where are you going? Where’d you even get the money?” She asked as she organized your suitcase for you since you were going crazy shoving things in there.

“I can’t really explain everything right now I’m going to South Korea,” you told her and even you agreed that you sounded absolutely ridiculous.

“Okay well now you have to tell me what the fuck is going on. That’s not just some short trip and back, Y/n. You don’t just go there suddenly because you’re bored,” she said.

You took a deep breath as you brushed your messy hair out of your face, “It’s complicated. I promise I’ll tell you everything when I come back but I have to go now.”

Before I change my mind, you thought.

Your friend looked at you with worry, she’s never seen you this unorganized and that’s why she said, “Okay. I’ll drive you to the airport then.”

It was crazy, you were crazy for this but it’s been on your mind for days. For all you knew Jungkook is completely over you and the song he wrote but you wouldn’t know unless you talked to him [at least tried to]. He might not want anything to do with you, hell you’re not even sure how you plan on even seeing him but you had to do this.

If you didn’t act now then you’ll never do it and you’ll regret not even trying. You want to write an apology to his amazing fans for possibly hurting Jungkook and for going after him like this to make him yours but you had to. If he wants you then you’ll find a way to fit into his life and fame.

A lot of people say that idol’s understand them or saved them and yes, that’s true for a lot but this is different. This is such a once in a lifetime occasion where you actually got to know Jungkook as a person and not just a member of BTS. You got to know when he looked like waking up beside him. You learned how he likes his eggs in the mornings and what songs he sings in the shower.

You experienced his hands washing your hair or massaging your shoulders. You laughed at inside jokes in hotel rooms or your apartment at that. You couldn’t just throw this away because you’re scared to face millions who could possibly hate everything about you if he genuinely makes you happy to be with him.

Jungkook just got home from seeing off Hoseok for his service. He was tired and sad because yet another person was leaving him for a while.

You never reached out to him. He waited for days but you never did and he realized that it was over.

He kept thinking about that as he got in the car. His driver and manager looked at him as the driver asked, “Where to?”

“Home,” he muttered tiredly as he stared out the window.

“Jungkook, cheer up,” his manager said with a warm smile, “Things might look up soon.”

Jungkook didn’t respond as he tuned out the car ride entirely.

When he got to his apartment building he went to his floor not noticing the way the lobbyist looked at him or how his staff did too. He left alone and unlocked his front door alone.

He didn’t even bother to turn on the light as he slipped his shoes off and sullenly walked around aimlessly.

“Jungkook?”

Great, he thought, he’s imagining you now too.

“Jungkook.”

His entire body froze, it went rigid as he looked up from his feet and around his dark apartment.

There you were holding the extra house key to his place that he gave you a while ago even though you both knew there would never be a chance for you to come. He dropped the things he had in his hands as he looked you over from head to toe. You were completely disguised from head to toe in black like he usually did when he would leave your place.

A million questions ran through his head but he couldn’t voice a single one of them as you took a hesitant step closer to him.

He crumpled to the floor, face in his hands as he forced himself to not act so emotionally.

“Y—you’re here,” Jungkook said, “You’re actually here?”

You dropped to your knees in front of him and hesitantly brought your arms up to reach for him, “I’m sorry.”

He didn’t say anything as he let you pull him into a hug, both sitting on the floor. You rubbed soothing strokes into his back, “I’m sorry.”

“You just… you just ended things between us, Y/n,” he said looking up at you, “You said you couldn’t do a relationship with me and now you're here. Why? How? How are you here right now? Why didn’t you tell me? Who let you through?”

“I dipped into my savings,” you confessed, “And I called your manager. I know I shouldn’t have but I had his number because of that one time your phone broke when you were with me. I didn’t think about telling you, I just booked a flight and came.”

He didn’t say anything as you crawled into the space of his lap letting your legs wrap around his back as you sat on the floor. He let his arms encircle your waist, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

“Did you?” He asked cautiously, feeling his fingertips slip under your shirt to feel your skin directly.

“I did, and I’m sorry Jungkook,” you told him honestly as your arms wrapped around his neck, “I’m sorry that I was so cold last time. I know I hurt you but I thought that it was too hard. I didn’t think I could handle a relationship with you and that was really fucked up of me. No other guy has meant to me what you do and I just got defensive because I just wanted to live a normal life if I couldn’t have that with you. So when you said you wanted a relationship, I just flipped.”

“It’s not like what you said isn’t true,” Jungkook admitted. He’s had time to think about why you rejected him and he gets it, he really does but it just doesn’t change the fact that he wants to be with you. It might be selfish for him to ask you to be with him but he wants to be selfish. He wants to have someone for himself, he wants to belong to someone who fully understands him.

It’s just taken him too long to notice. All those drunken nights with random women in his bed.

All those fans and adoration that got to his head, made him feel bigger than he actually was. Made him less apologetic and cold. His Jin hyung was right, he didn’t want to be owned at the time. He didn’t want to be tied down because he knew he would someday hurt the other person because of his lifestyle.

He’s been in the fame game since he was just a kid. He’s had the money, the girls, the fans, everything he’s ever wanted. He thought that’s what his life was.

He thought that was everything until he spent too many nights alone. None of it meant anything compared to having that one person who could hold him in their arms at night.

“You’re right, I won’t always be able to see you, even now you know how hard it is with my schedule and that’s that I’m on break, Y/n,” he said as he stroked your back, “And I don’t want you to leave me but I’m scared I’ll let you down.”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to say,” you said as you thought what he was saying. Did you fly here for no reason? Was he just going to reject you now that he’s thought things through? Wasn’t this what he had wanted? Isn’t this why he would get mad if you were with another guy?

He shook his head as if reading your thoughts, “I guess what I’m saying is I still want to try even if I can’t do it perfectly. I want to be with you however I can.”

“Jungkook, I think I know what I’m getting myself into if I want to be with you,” you told him honestly, “I know there’s going to be things I expect of you that you won’t be able to do and that’s okay. We’ll work aroun—“

“But I don’t want to hide my relationship with you, Y/n. I want to be able to take you on real dates, be out in public, show you off, and I won’t be able to do that. Are you okay with that?” Jungkook asked, “I won’t even be in the same country as you most of the time.”

He was contradicting himself, he knows. He wants to be with you, but at the same time he can’t. He wants to give you more than possible and he’s scared to let you down.

You moved to get off his lap, “So what now then? Did I make a mistake coming here?”

“No. No! Y/n,” he reached out for you again but you moved back, “I just… I don’t want to let you down.”

“You won’t.”

“I will, Y/n, we both know it and I want to be selfish and be with you but it’s unfair to you,” Jungkook said honestly and you had to hold his face in your hands to look at you, “And you were right. The second I thought of you having a normal life with some other guy it fucking killed me. I know I rushed things with you and tried getting you into a relationship neither of us were in a place to be in but I don’t want to lose you because I can’t give you what you want.”

“Listen to me,” you said as his eyes met yours, “This is what I want. You are what I want and I know I said a lot of things but I’m willing to figure it out if you are. If you don’t even want to try then let me know right now and I’ll leave.”

“No, I don’t want you to,” at that he pulled you back into his arms, “I want to be with you.”

“So please Y/n, let’s figure this out?” He asked seriously. He’s been in relationships before but they were so short lived, so temporary and shallow. What he felt for you wasn’t. He can’t just let you go.

“Okay,” you said, pressing a kiss to his lips gently.

This life wasn’t for everyone but as long as you both were willing to try there was nothing else he can ask for. All he can do is enjoy the time he’s given right now with you.

“So do you want to be together, then?” He asked for final confirmation and when you nodded your head he couldn’t help but release a breath of relief.

He was going to find a way to stay for you, to stay with you.

BREAKING NEWS: JUNGKOOK OF BTS DATING A NON-IDOL?

FOR THE PAST TWO YEARS, a secret source has followed the life of Jeon Jungkook and his travels in and out of the country.

He’s made frequent visits to a ‘friend’, our source says. It was hard to find information on this friend until just last week when the two were spotted at an Illusion museum in __ kissing.

Now, this special friend has been identified as 22 year old, Y/n L/n, a Brand Strategy Manager for a national eCommerce company in her area. Her earlier education was spent at __ where she then went to the University of __ for her degree in marketing. Her family consists of __ and her closest friends are __.

It is unclear as to when exactly their relationship started but it’s to be noted that BTS did a two-day show in the city L/n resided in exactly two years ago when speculation first started.

It is also unknown if the pair are dating despite being photographed holding hands, kissing, sneaking into cars and most recently video footage of the pair staying at a hotel. The reason for the lack of clarity is due to pictures of L/n joined by another man recently at bars and restaurants between visits from BTS’s Jungkook. The question arises: is Y/n two-timing the world’s biggest heartthrob?

ARMY across the world, don’t worry DISPATCH will look closely into the extent of their relationship and bring you the truth. We have been gathering evidence over the past two years to make sure what we bring you is factual.

It was all over the news the next day.

Pictures upon pictures of you and Jungkook.

Pictures of him leaving your apartment building.

Pictures of him flying into your city.

Pictures of you two from the damn window of your own home.

Pictures at the restaurant, the airport, cars, etc. but it wasn’t all.

Pictures of flying into Korea.

Pictures of you doing everyday tasks, seeing your friends, meeting your family, meeting Eric.

For fuck’s sake, even pictures of you at work wearing a bracelets he got you last year for your birthday.

Jungkook has been on the phone all morning calling every single executive from HYBE threatening their jobs to those who didn’t take the articles that were flooding every news outlet down. He's making sure everyone knows that he’s not going to sit around and watch his girlfriend be completely bullied by the news for the sake of a good story.

The label is going crazy filing lawsuits over the pictures in the jacuzzi or the ones in your own home which were clearly taken by saesangs.

All along you both thought it was hidden but the entire time Dispatch was just waiting for the right moment to expose the greatest scandal in BTS history. It should’ve even be a scandal but just like that…

Your hopes at living as a nobody were completely crushed as you became somebody a lot of people are growing to hate.

“It’s going to be okay,” Jungkook tried saying to you as he stayed on the phone with Namjoon who was trying to do damage control on his end, “I’m not going let anyone hurt you, Y/n.”

It was too late. You’ve been painted as a two-timer, they found out where you live, who your family is and you just have so much explaining to do.

But Jungkook swears he’s going to be here for you. He’s going to stay when other times he’d run away. He’s going to stay and protect you and protect his loving and supportive fans because he has a right to be happy too. He’s chosen to stay.

::.

NO PART TWO

a/n omg she’s a long one. also I hate idol aus but idk 💀💀I always see Twitter and Tiktok going crazy over dating rumors and I was like… woah, let me make delulus either mad or happy?????anyways obviously just a piece of fiction by a bitch from nebraska so don’t take it to heart.

and I don’t want no y/n slander bc idk about you but dating an idol seems so stressful and ik for a fact I wouldn’t be able to handle hate lol.

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(i spent two hours editing a cute banner for this but because i want everything to be kinda consistent i opted for the previous one instead. i love wasting my time🤠)

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 36k

genre: smut, angst, exes!au, influencer/model!oc, tatoo artist!jungkook, first love, ex high-school lovers

rating: 18+

warnings: five smut scenes besties i'm sorry, public sex, car sex, gym sex, drunk sex, some fun in the lake ;), talks about a facial, names calling, edging, tummy bulging, tattooed and pierced jk, longhaired!jk, kisses everywhere<3, hickeys, big dick jk for obvious reasons, teasing, making a gym machine dirty 🤐 pls don't be as nasty as them, sad flashbacks :(, mentions of doing naughty things in the cinema 🤐, mirror kink, spit kink, hair pulling, dirty talk, squirting, cursing, panty sniffing, drug/alcohol use, jealous gukkie, nipple play, clit play, multiple orgasms, handjob, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, jk has a thing for covering oc's body with his cum, spanking, choking, oc's parents hate jk :(, small-town rumours, uhh tae catches them doing the naughty two times?, saying mean things to each other cause they're stupid🙄, high-school jk and oc being completely oblivious to each others feelings, my baby chanyeol from exo takes a role in here <3 wow okie imma stop now

summary: after leaving jungkook you thought you'd never see him again, but here you are, visiting hometown after three years, and back in his arms.

a/n: listened to 'tis the damn season by taylor swift and then this happened whoops. this is basically just 70% smut and 30% angst, hope u enjoy hehe

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,,Pick out something slutty."

You drop the summer dress that dangled between your fingers and sit back on your heels.

,,What? But I didn't bring clothes like that."

You grab the phone from between your head and shoulder and put it beside you on the floor, turning on the volume to clearly hear the voice of your childhood best friend, Sooyoung.

,,You surely brought a short black dress, just wear that."

,,Hmm..." Your eyes roam over the clothes filled suitcase in front of you. ,,Actually, there isn't a single black item in here."

,,Nothing in your closet?"

,,Ew, no. Everything I wore back then is ugly."

Sooyoung chuckles. ,,Shut up, you were literally the most gorgeous girl ever. And still are."

You don't formulate a reply for that. Instead you focus on going through the clothes in your suitcase and figure out what to wear that could come close to her perception of something slutty.

,,I have this tight light pink dress. I think that's the most slutty thing that I've got here," you say after rummaging through the whole suitcase, the once perfectly folded pieces now scattered wildly in a mess around there.

,,Okay, sounds good! I'm gonna hang up now before I'll cause an accident. I'll be there in five!"

~

Your assumption that Sooyoung will take you out to go clubbing was wrong. Well, it's debatable if it's truly wrong. The huge house and big crowd of people screaming "Surprise!" comes close to looking like a party.

Honestly, you don't even know all of these people. You think Sooyoung has probably told them that there will be a big party and that everyone should definitely come, because they'll have the best time of their life. However, you're still amazed by her throwing a little welcome party for you. It's unexpected, but you don't hate it. It's cute. And you like attention. After everyone gathered back inside, someone turn on music and everyone starts drinking. It's just now that you realise that this Taehyung's place. You want to ask Taehyung if this is really the house of his parents but when you get closer to him he speaks before you can. ,,You look-" Taehyung pauses, eyeing your whole body and. ,,Fuck, you look gorgeous." A shy smile fills your cheeks at his longing stare. ,,Thanks." You get hot. Because Taehyung looks like a grown-up man, not like the teenage boy you've last seen him as. He looks handsome, even better than before. You didn't know that was possible. ,,Where are your parents?" you ask. ,,Out of town. They won't be here for the next two weeks. So if you want to throw some more parties you know where to ask," he grins. You giggle and shake your head. He didn't change a bit. ,,Y/n, Y/n, Y/n!!" someone yells. And then you see an excited Jimin running towards you. ,,How's my best friend doing?" He hugs you tightly, careful not to spill glass over you. ,,Oh, shut up. She's my best friend," Sooyoung complains. Jimin sends a glare her way but it looks cute because, well, he's Jimin. ,,Where's Jungkook? He said he was going to come," Sooyoung groans in annoyance. The smile on your face fades the second Jungkook's name bubbles past her lips. A cold shiver climbs up your spine. You had hoped that the sheer mention of your ex-boyfriend's name wouldn't have this much affect on you, but here you go, having a tensed body by just hearing his name. It's no secret that you've missed him, but you don't want everyone to know. It's been three years and after all, you are the one who left him. ,,He said he'll be a few minutes too late. Something came up," Taehyung answers. ,,I'll rip that stupid piercing out of his face if he's gonna ditch tonight," she says. The mention of a piercing catches your interest. But you stay nonchalant. Ignore all the prickles of fire on your arms every image of Jungkook with a piercing somewhere on his body causes. It's a hot thought to think about, you realise. ,,You don't have anything to drink yet?" Jimin asks you, looking at your empty hands. He takes your hand, dragging you with him to the kitchen. ,,I can't accept this." Two cherry vodka sour down your throat and now one new one in your hand you both walk toward the group again. This time, there are three new people standing there. And one of them causes your throat to get tight and leaves your chest screaming for air because, oh jesus, how does someone incredibly handsome in every way possible get even more fine and stunning?  There he is. The boy you've been longing to see for the past three years. Your eyes widen when you notice his piercing. A silver bar pierced right through the arch of his eyebrow. Two round bullets poking out from each side. Is the temperature in the room somehow increases or why are you getting so hot all of a sudden? His hair is long and dark and you would love how it feels to skim your fingers through his soft strands. Owing to Jungkook's striking beauty you didn't notice the girl standing next to him. If you remember correctly her name is Hanna, and if you remember even more correctly you know that you don't like her. And then spot Chanyeol as well and it's like he feels your stare because a second later he shouts your name. ,,Y/n!" When Jimin and you join all of them, all the attention is on you. And though you usually like attention, it's a little too much when someone that your heart still screams for has his eyes on you. ,,Welcome back. I missed seeing you!" Chanyeol greets you. A little smile tugs on your lips. ,,It's great seeing you too, Chan." You

don't have the chance to steal a glance at Jungkook again before he walks off without a word, his long legs leading him to the kitchen. Disappointment lingers heavy in your chest. You had hoped for a smile, maybe a greeting, fuck, just him acknowledging your existence, but no, he wasn't granting you any of that. He has goos reasons though, but your heart still aches. ~ A couple drinks later and you feel like you're going insane. It's driving you nuts how Jungkook complete ignores you. Avoiding every room that you're in, not even daring to come close to you. When you see him sneaking out of the door that leads to the garden you sigh sorrowfully. Does he actually hate you that much? He can't bare to be in the same room as you? Because you want to know the truth, and maybe because the alcohol buzzing through your veins are making you a little bolder, you stand up from the seat on the couch and follow Jungkook outside. Sooyoung who was next to you doesn't even question where you're up to. She knows. And when you're walking over the grass in your heels you have to swallow the lump in your throat to get rid of all the nervousness that crept into your body when Jungkook's eyes found you and never left to look somewhere else as you strode towards him. ,,Hi," you greet carefully. Your eyes lock with his when you look up at him and you nearly forget to breath. You're standing close to each other now and you're able to admire every detail of his beautiful being. ,,Hey." These glassy doe eyes. Dark brown orbs. Round and shiny. They always casted a spell over you, the magnificence of their beautiful sparkle never failing to captivate you. ,,I'm glad you came." You lean back against the fence, head turned to him and offering him a gentle smile. ,,Actually, I wasn't sure if you'd want me here, but Sooyoung insisted." ,,I'm glad she did. I...I was hoping to see you," you admit. Your heat feels like it will spring right out of your chest. It's peculiar to talk to Jungkook after so much time. ,,I don't know - I just assumed someone who left me without a warning doesn't want to see me again." You look down. Guilt overtaking you in an instant. ,,Look, I'm truly sorry for what I-" ,,No, don't," he intrudes. ,,It's fine, y/n. It's already been three years. I'm over it." Over it. Of course. ,,Are you sure? I kinda feel like you're still holding a grudge against me," you say, kinda laughing, but it's more the nervous kind of laughter. He didn't greet you, didn't talk to you, and then went outside all alone. You can't decide whether he did all of that because he despises you or because he thought he'd be doing it for your benefit. ,,I just thought you don't want me here, that's it, I'm not holding any grudges," Jungkook explains, briefly glancing at you before he looks straight ahead again and takes a swig of his drink. You nod. ,,Good. I'm happy to hear that." You take a sip of your drink too. You're not as drunk yet as you wish to be. ,,How's Los Angeles?" The questions catches you off guard for a second, but you are happy that he is trying to start a conversation with you. ,,Amazing. Lots of opportunities, lot of work, and lots of people to get to know." A genuine smile paints your lips when you answer. ,,Do you feel home there?" ,,Yeah," you reply with just a bit of hesitance. ,,I've been living there for three years now. Of course I feel home." Your smile cracks a little, but he won't notice anyway. ,,What have you been up to?" ,,Nothing much. My tattoo studio is keeping me busy." ,,You have a tattoo studio?" ,,Yeah, about...like two years now." ,,Wow," you say impressed. ,,I never imagined you wanting to do something like this." ,,Honestly me neither. Up until I wanted to get a tattoo and realised that the nearest tattoo studio is out of town." You giggle. And he automatically smiles at that. He missed this. ,,So it was just for your own benefit then?" ,,Pretty much, yeah." You both chuckle. ,,Your tattoos look really cool. Oh, and your piercing too." ,,Thank you," he

answers, perhaps a little sheepish. ,,You look so different," you say as you eye his tattooed arm, buff body, pierced face and long hair. ,,But in a good way." He'd say the same about you, but in his eyes you didn't change a bit. Still the same beautiful girl he fell in love with when he was young. ,,Thank you. You-" He pauses, pondering how to phrase his comment. ,,You look pretty. Like always." You look more than pretty, but Jungkook will leave it at that. Your face crimsons the tiniest bit, and you fight a big smile away. ,,That's nice of you." Jungkook and you easily fall into another conversation. It's still a bit awkward, but given the fact that this is the first conversation after three years you both are doing a pretty good job. You update each other on your life's, sharing weird and funny stories, laughing together. And for a slight moment you feel like no years have past, like you're back in high-school and having fun with Jungkook at lunch. ,,Are you and Hanna together?" You can see her through the big windows, laughing about something that Hoseok said. ,,We have something going on here and there, but nothing serious." ,,For you." ,,Hm?" ,,Nothing serious for you." You turn your head and look at him expectantly. He meets your gaze with an indefinable look. ,,Aw, come on, no need to pretend that you aren't aware of the way she looks at you." Jungkook heaves a little sigh, returning his glance back at the view in front of him. He doesn't reply anything to your conjecture. He knows that she feels that way. The regret evidently written on his face. Jungkook feels guilty about pretending to not know when he  is cognizant of the situation that he put her in, guilty about the fact that he is using her. ,,It's complicated," he finally says. Silence hovers over you. ,,I think we need more booze." You take his empty glass and sashay your way back to the house in your heels. ~ Somehow Jungkook and you ended up lying on the grass and looking at the dark star filled sky while talking about the most random things. An empty bottle of Jack Daniels was haphazardly thrown next to Jungkook when you bothed had finished it. ,,The moon looks pretty tonight," you say. You turn your head to look at him but then realise that you're tired of craning up your neck to see him, so you get onto your side, propping yourself up with your elbow. ,,You do too," Jungkook says, meeting your gaze. His eyes drop down to your cleavage for the slightest second. You giggle. You've giggled a lot for the past thirty minutes, actually. ,,My eyes are hereee," you purr, softly gripping his chin to tilt his head, though he was already looking at your shining eyes. Jungkook smiles. And you smile back. Because he is everything to you. ,,I'm staying at my parents house." ,,Yeah, I assumed so." He chuckles. He thinks you're cute when you're drunk. ,,Just so you'd know where to find me," you explain. ,,You want to see me after this night?" He can't pretend like his heart doesn't skip a beat because he wasn't sure where you stand after the time you spent this night. ,,Of course, Jungkook. I like you. Why wouldn't I want to see you anymore?" He swallows. Jungkook doesn't know if he should hate or love how you said those words with so much ordinariness and ease. ,,Jungkook?" ,,Hm?" He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. ,,I think I know how we could call it even." His hand stays on your cheek. ,,What do you mean?" ,,You know, I left you here and I was a total bitch to you, but...I know how I could make it better. How we could call it even between us." ,,And how'd we do that?" ,,You could call me babe for the week." You watch as the expression from his face twists from confusion to realisation. ,,Do you really mean that?" You roll your eyes, hand on his chest. ,,I wouldn't say that without meaning it." ,,So...you're saying that you could be mine for this entire week?" You nod, biting your bottom lip, because oh wow, hearing him say that you could be his sounds too damn good.

,,If

you want to?" You bat your eyelashes up at him. He closes his eyes. A groan escaping him. ,,Fuck." ,,What?" ,,Kiss me?" He doesn't need to ask twice. You're all over him. The first kiss after three years isn't that quite romantic or any sorts of that. It's wild and desperate and it perfectly portrays your feelings. Because for the past years there was just yearning and desperation clinging at your heart whenever Jungkook crossed your mind. Jungkook pulls you on top of him. You straddle his thigh. His hands roam over your ass, kneading your flesh before they wander up again. He feels you everywhere. You moan into the kiss when one finger flicks over your nipple. It hardens under your dress and you can't stop your hips from grinding over his thigh. ,,Room," he mumbles in between ferocious kisses. ,,We need a room." You're glad that at least his brain still seems to properly function, because if it wasn't for him, you'd literally let him dick you down in the middle of Taehyung's garden. You hum against his plush lips but don't move from you place. Both hands are settled on his cheeks and you want to kiss him forever. But then Jungkook scoops you up in his arms and carries you back into the house from the back door where no one can see you. He goes upstairs and pushes a door open. As soon as you're in he bumps you against the closed door and forces his lips back onto yours. Not breaking the kiss he slides you off of his body to be able to get rid of your dress, panties flying through the room the second after. He sighs at the sight of your bare tits. Your greedy hands fumble with his belt till he takes care of it and gets out of his pants and briefs. Jungkook scoops you up again. Legs around his waist and hands taking his t-shirt off his body you have to hold back a pleased sigh when you're met with his muscle-bound upper body. Jungkook was always a big guy. But apparently he spent all the days you were apart at the gym. And honestly, you aren't complaining. The sight is delicious and sexy and you can't deny your pussy dripping at that sight. His mouth his back on yours and you moan, hands running over his abs. He sticks his tongue out and you allow him to explore you, whining when his other hand tweaks your nipple. ,,How do you want to get fucked?" he asks while breathing heavy. His broad chest momentarily catching your attention. ,,Hm? How do you want me to fuck you, babe?" Jungkook skims his thumb over your cheek, his piercing shining in the dim light of the room. ,,Just like you always did," you reply, hand reaching down to wrap your hand around his plump cock. A soft groan erupts from him as you pump him. A conceited smile adorns his face. ,,You think I haven't changed since then?" ,,I'm glad that I'm gonna find out soon." He chuckles, tongue prodding his cheek. ,,Oh baby, I'm gonna ruin you." The dominance in his tone sends hot desire down your core. His hands falls down to your throat, tattooed fingers delicately wrapping around your neck. He doesn't put any pressure on you, but feeling his hand around you is already enough for you to know where this is going. You stop working your hand on his cock, the authority filled voice exciting you too much to let you concentrate on other things. ,,Do everything you want to do with me, Jungkook." Another smirk crosses his face when he remarks the desperation that lingers on every word that spills from you. ,,Yeah? You'll let me do whatever I have in mind? I can fuck you however I please?" You nod. ,,That's a good girl," he praises, leaning down and giving you a short kiss. ,,Your still my pretty slut from all these years ago, aren't you?" ,,Uh-huh." Your small fingers gather his precum on the cockhead and rub it in with small brushes with your digit. Jungkook thighs tremble at that, his smug demeanour faintly vanishing as he cherishes the light sweeps of your fingers. You gaze at his heavy-lidded eyes, full of desire and gleams of longing, and can't help but smile at the fact that he is still giving the same reactions as

back then. It seems like no years have passed by since then, your bodies acting naturally to every touch and word that you exchange. Not too much later Jungkook composes himself. His hand on your throat reaches up to your face and he holds your chin with his thumb. His deep stare prompts you to stop your teasing on his cock. ,,Say it," Jungkook urges. ,,Say that you are mine." Looks like Jungkook's possessive side is still alive. It is something that you found cute and hot in the beginning of your relationship, but it was also the reason for many arguments that led the both of you angry and hurt by each other. Your hand tangled in his hair tugs at the roots of his dark strands. You know he likes that, the small groan that immediately leaves his lips evidence enough. ,,I'm yours, Jungkook. All yours." You capture his pretty lips in a kiss to seal your words, to give them more credibility. Should it be scary how easily both of you fall back into old patterns? But there is no chance of denying that there would be any possibility to not let this happen. You are Jungkook's, and Jungkook is yours. It was always like that and there was yet an alternation to occur to make it change. And who knows when that will happen if it didn't already in the past years. ,,That's right, god yes, that's fucking right. You're all mine." Jungkook nudges your hand off of his cock, grasping it with his own hand. He skims his tip over your wet folds, gathering your juices. ,,So wet for me," he whispers. His cockhead prods your entrance. Your hands are around his neck. Holding your breath as he forces his dick into you, stretching your tight cunt wide open. The stretch that comes with his cock is so intense, you briefly have to screw your eyes shut. ,,So big," you mumble, fingers playing with his long hair. ,,You like getting your pussy fucked open, don't you?" ,,Yes." A whimper comes past your lips when Jungkook buries himself to the brim, kissing your cervix. ,,Oh my God." His cock is perfectly situated inside of you. You have to close your eyes for a second to calm down, because it just feels so good. He didn't start moving yet, and you already feel like you're about to come undone within seconds. You're right - when Jungkook drags his cock back out, brushing against your sweetest spot, and plunges his cock back in, you're in absolute heaven. You don't know how he does it, why it feels better than anything you've ever felt before, but you certainly know that it won't last long to cream on his cock. ,,Show me your tongue." You comply, stretching out your tongue while looking at him with big round eyes. With his hand around your throat he spits right into your mouth. You swallow and Jungkook feels the way your throat constructs, humming satisfied. His cock feels heavenly squished between your tight walls and sends waves of pleasure up your body. It casts a spell over your entirety, brings you to doubt if all of this is even reality or just your mind mischievously trying to trick you again and making you dream of Jungkook, like it already had hundredths of times before. But Jungkook hot mouth sucking on your nipple feels so genuine, it can't be a dream. The knot in the pit of your tummy burns more and more the deeper and faster Jungkook's thrusts get. It's crazy how fast your hanging off the cliff, barely having needed anything to get pushed off the edge. With Jungkook growling filth into your ear you cum around his cock. You grab his biceps and cling onto him, biting your lip so hard you think you're tasting blood afterwards. ,,Fuck, why are you clenching so much around me, babe?" ,,Because I just came," you whine, eyes screwed shut. A surprised, but cocky laughter erupts from him. ,,Someone really missed my cock, huh?" he sneers. ,,How could I not?" you say, stroking his ego even more, but it's the truth - how could you not have missed his cock? It's impossible. Jungkook slows down, giving you some moments to calm down. He kisses down your neck, biting and sucking on his way down to your tits.

While he is busy flicking his tongue over your bud you start grinding yourself against him. ,,Oh, shit," he mumbles, resting his head between the valley of your breasts. ,,These fucking hips, damn." Suddenly, there's a voice coming through the door. ,,Are you guys seriously fucking in my room?!" Jungkook and you immediately still. Shocked at getting caught. Your intoxicated brain shouts the first thing that's comes to your mind. ,,No?" Jungkook glares at you before he presses his hand over your mouth. ,,Couldn't keep it in your pants, Jeon?" Taehyung laments, voice unmistakably tinged with annoyance. Jungkook's jawline twitches. ,,Shut up, just because you can't get pussy doesn't mean you have to ruin my fun." Taehyung's provocative comment erases Jungkook's last bit of decency, no more caring about what Taehyung might hear from the thin barrier between you. He withdraws his hand from your face and ducks down to kiss you heatedly. You moan when his cock moves a bit inside you. Jungkook's heads down to your neck, pressing butterfly kiss on your skin. ,,Don't stain any of my things, got that?" A rather irritated grumble chimes from Jungkook, the urge to scream at Taehyung to finally fuck off becoming almost ineluctable. In contrary to Jungkook, you don't find Taehyung's little interruption disruptive, you find it rather amusing. A cheeky grin is plastered on your face when your inebriated mind decides to babble something that only crossed your thoughts from the influence of the alcohol. ,,You wanna join, Tae?" Your sweet voice uttering the question like you're offering him a drink, so innocent and guileless. You'd give everything to see Taehyung's face right now, his reaction to your playful offer galvanising  the impulse to open the door and look into his handsome face. As soon as the words leave your plump lips, cutting through the air like knife, Jungkook stiffens and slowly leans back, glowering you with that hard look in his eyes. ,,Don't even fucking think about it." Jungkook's tongue prods his cheek, loud and heavy breaths falling from his chest, this time not out of pleasure though, but out of anger - to say the least. You hear the distinct footsteps of Taehyung, the loud music swallowing the noises as soon as he took a few steps down the hall. ,,You just had to say that, don't you?" The sassy smile fades from your lips, only a shy lip bite left on your face. Jungkook's angry tone and mad looking face is making your pussy wetter than it should. He doesn't wait for an answer. Strong arms holding you close to his chest, he turns around and walks to the bed. Your heels dig into his back as you cling onto him to not accidentally fall, though his bulky arms around you wouldn't dare to let that happen. He's climbing onto the bed, mattress sinking down under his weight before he throws you onto the bed. ,,You're so goddamn naughty," he says, pushing your knees up. Anchoring his fingers in your doughy skin of the back of your thigh he keeps your legs close to your chest. ,,Hm? Is that what you turned into? A brat?" ,,No," you shake your head. ,,'M still your good girl." Unexpectedly Jungkook picks up his fast pace again and rams his cock deeper inside. ,,Show me how good you are," he mutters, fingers digging into your waist to keep you fixed beneath him. ,,I want you to cum all over my cock." He watches the outlines of his cock being visible on your tummy, loving the way he can see how he fills you up. The headboard bangs against the wall and for a split second there's actual concern lingering in the back of your mind, but it's quickly forgotten when you feel Jungkook's hand between you, rolling his thumb over your clit. ,,Jungkook!" ,,That's right, moan my name just like that, babe. Let everyone hear how good I'm fucking you." Jungkook grabs your hands and places them under your thighs. ,,Hold your legs up to your chest." And the second you do, your eyes roll back. He's so much deeper and you can't grasp that that is even the slightest bit possible. It's a

shame that

you didn't get to feel his cock for the last three years. ,,Cum for me," he whispers, slapping your bouncing tit in the process. They're perfect. He can't suppress that thought crossing his mind every time he gets to see your round and heavy tits. ,,Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes please," you pant, sneaking down a hand to rests it against your stomach. You feel his cock moving there. Looking down at the white layer coating the smooth skin of his dick makes your skin stand in flames. It's so hot. ,,You love this cock so much, isn't that right, my angel?" Before you can nod or utter a way too whiny answer the wave of pleasure finally hits you with full force. ,,Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Hands clasping his broad shoulders, nails digging crescents into his skin and back arching off the mattress, you moan his name one last time, your voice close upon sounding like a sob. Jungkook can't keep his eyes from your face, he never could when me made you cum, the pleasure written on your face was always something he'd admired - something that got him closer to cum too. Jungkook slows down his pace, perfectly riding out your high, just the way you need it. The ardent way his eyes flicker as he looks into yours sends a warm shudder over your body, loosing up your tensed muscles with way more comfort than it probably should. ,,Can I cum on your face?" Your brain needs a second to comprehend his question. ,,My make-up," you croak. ,,Don't wanna ruin it." You'd really like for him to spill his seed over your face, but you'd also like your make-up to look decent after this is done. ,,Of course that's the only fucking thing you care about," he says, pushing himself off of you and drilling into you with a sharp thrusts. You whimper when he fucks you fast again, your pussy still sensitive from your orgasm. As your walls continuously spasm around his girth, almost squeezing the orgasm out of him, Jungkook can't hold back for much longer and pulls his cock out of you. He jerks himself off, cock covered in your juices, his heavy breaths quickening and abs twitching before he shoots his cum over your body. Belly, tits, throat, Jungkook essence spurts all over you. Thick globes of cum paint your flushed and marked skin. ,,Holy shit," he mumbles. Partially because of the afterglow of his orgasm, but also because of the sight of his cum covering parts of your gorgeous body. His hand slows down, cock twitching in his grasp. You feel exhausted and filled with energy at the same time. You swipe your finger across a trail of his cum and put it into your mouth. Jungkook watches you with lustful eyes. You giggle at his stare. ,,What?" ,,You're so insanely sexy." Jungkook starts cleaning you up with some tissues he found in Taehyung's nightstand. ,,Let's go to the others and drink some more?" you ask when Jungkook pulls his briefs over his thighs. ,,You don't want me to bring you home?" You shake your head. ,,Want to spend some more time with all of you." You stand up and Jungkook follows the way your curves sway so beautifully into his direction. He hands you your panties and dress, both of the items flimsy things that barely look like clothing when they're muddled. You tiptoe and peck his cheek. ,,I'm really happy that this is happening right now, Jungkook. You don't know how much I've missed you." He smiles, raking his fingers through your tangled hair. ,,And, of course, I missed having your dick inside me." ~ that one morning in school when i was too late for you

Jungkook is ready. It's highly possible that he never felt this ready in his life before - not at his presentation in school when his whole mark depended on his performance (a failed math exam brought him into that situation...), not when he applied for a job at the small cinema in town (seriously, he didn't expect to face a professional job interview when he entered the room with his baggy clothes and school bag), not when his mum made him sing at his cousins wedding in front of so many people (his ears were so flushed when he stood there and all eyes were trained on him - they got even more red when granny Margaret gave him a smooch on the cheek and told him she wanted him to sing at her funeral. Poor boy didn't know what to respond to that...) But now he is undisputedly ready. Jungkook is going to ask you if you'd like to be his date for junior prom. Jungkook practiced his speech in front of his mirror all day long yesterday. He got home from school, ate lunch and immediately got into his room to start practicing. The whole day he stood there, acting out every different answer that you might say, trying out new lines to see which one sounds the best, working on his gestures and his facial expression to make you think that he is the most handsome guy and so cool that you wouldn't even dare to choose someone else over him. After spending the whole day practicing in his quiet room he was confident and certain about asking you out for junior prom. Jungkook memorised every little line and step, was prepared for every answer that you'd respond with. He never tried that hard for school related things, but now that he feels the excitement and anticipation of the incoming situation, he might start studying for school with this form of determination, because he feels like nothing would be able to beat him since he is prepared for everything. Jungkook knows that nothing could go wrong. He is not sure if you like like him, but if the coy smiles, lip bites and batting eyelashes aren't an indicator for some little crush that you developed on him, then Jungkook is an absolute idiot and too obsessed with you to recognise your true feelings for him. You've been spending time together for a group project in school and he'd be damned if he misinterpreted the typical signs someone shows toward their crush. Jungkook has to know these signs by heart, because he acts the exact same around you - even when you're not around and he simply thinks about you he feels his chest tighten in that silly delighted manner. Jungkook isn't sure if you noticed the nervousness that coats everything he does and says around you, but he hopes you didn't catch onto it. It's not usual for him to get so affected by someone, but you do things to him and he has a though time keeping a nonchalant facade. But he aims for keeping up that attitude, because his cool and cheeky attitude is probably what got you interested in him in the first place. (And maybe because he wants you to think about him that way, because he is insecure, since he knows that you're last boyfriend was exactly like that and he lowkey wants you to be so into him just like you were into your ex-boyfriend) Your ex-boyfriend Chanyeol is on the football team, so he is buff and strong and muscular. He is that typical sports ace that has cheeky and flirtatious remarks on the tip of his tongue, that lively and playful behaviour that every girl falls for. Jungkook is also in the football team, and quite famous for his excellent plays too and has a lot of girls flushing and giggling at the hallway whenever he walks past them, but it was still Chanyeol you decided to have something serious with and not even once smiled into Jungkook's direction up until a few weeks ago when you got paired up for a presentation. Jungkook would be lying if he'd say he didn't feel a hint of relief coating his tongue when he heard the news about the break up. Maybe he is being gleeful and mean - though he has to say that he definitely felt compassion when he saw your sad eyes in school and how that cute

smile that always framed your beautiful face was no where to be found - but he has been interested in you for years. And he still remembers that hollow feeling in his chest when he saw you walking through the hallway with Chanyeol - hands intertwined and fond smiles gracing your lips - in sophomore year. That sight hurt, but the alleviation that came over him a few months ago when rumours of the breakup arouse was worth the pain he felt back then. How ridiculous it is that a confident and popular boy isn't able to confess to the girl he has been crushing on for years, isn't it? It always felt like you are totally out of his league, like it isn't even a question worth of asking you if there is mutual interest or even just a simple phone number exchange to get to know each other better. Because you are y/n. And he is Jungkook. And he has never met a girl like you. His best friend Taehyung called him crazy for not shooting his shot and Jungkook always said that they were still young and relationships and love doesn't matter at that age. And maybe that's true. Maybe you don't need to be in a relationship that early on, but that was just a lame excuse of Jungkook. Yeah, maybe he has an undeniable crush on you (has one since the town held the annual autumn festival many years ago, when he was still attending elementary school, and there was this play where you had one of the main roles - Jungkook was just a tree in the background - and when he saw you all dressed up like that, his heart fluttered with a giddy feeling, and since then, his heart didn't let go of you) but asking you out isn't his main focus. He just wants to be close to you. Wants to be friends. Wants to be someone that you'd randomly text at 3 am when you can't sleep, when you have a funny story to tell or when your mum is being so annoying that you have to vent to someone. But even for that he is too shy to ask. Too afraid that you'll reject him, because why wouldn't you? You're so amazing and he is just...Jungkook. But not anymore. Jungkook is finally ready. That godsend biology presentation gave him the opportunity to get to know you, made you have to talk to him, pay attention to him and luckily, made you fall for his charms. There was an obvious tension going on whenever Jungkook made a teasing remark and your reply ended up with your cheeks heating up and batting your eyelashes all cutely. He finds your reactions endearing and can't prevent himself from throwing a little remark here and there whenever he felt like was the right time. (He'd like to tease and flirt with you for the entire time but you are always too immersed in getting the actual work done that he is afraid you're going to ask the teacher for a new partner. And that's certainly not going to happen - Jungkook would curse himself for a lifetime.) Jungkook drives to school with a good feeling in his gut. He's excited about what's bound to happen, because this is something he has been dreaming of for years now - it's even more than what he had been dreaming of and he can't be more happier about it. He parks his old car at his usual place, Taehyung's car still missing next to his parking lot - he's probably getting late like always. As Jungkook walks to the school building he revises the lines he had picked and learned just for you. He is still uncertain about when he is going to ask you. Before the math lessons is going to start? At lunch? When he randomly sees you in the hallway? Or maybe he could catch you before you leave school? He can't decide, but having so many options to choose from reliefs Jungkook. He can't fuck this up. He has many chances and possibilities to ask you today. Jungkook could even text or call you since he got your number. (Not because he asked for it, but because you approached him and wanted to get his phone number to arrange the meetings for the biology presentation). But then all of the possibilities of asking you that one question he had been preparing himself for a whole day yesterday get scattered away when he sees you in front of the

glass doors of the school, a cute pastel yellow dress framing your figure and your phone in your hand, typing something with quick thumbs. You look beautiful. Gorgeous. Breath-taking. A real fairy on earth. Jungkook needs to ask you now. He can't continue like this anymore. He wants to go to junior prom with you. Wants to hold your hand, wants to swamp you with compliments, wants to dance with you and wants you to see him and think that he is the one - perhaps a silly thought, but it seems like when it comes to you, Jungkook can't stop his wishful thinking. So he musters up all his confidence, squares his shoulders and walks towards you with determined steps. When you look up from your phone a little smile ghosts over your lips. Your posture changes as soon as you take the boy walking toward you into sight. You stand straighter, fingers tightly embracing the phone and teeth sinking into your pink flesh, preventing the smile to grow bigger. Hopefulness bubbles in Jungkook's chest and captures his whole body with anticipation. Someone brushes Jungkook as they pass him, shoulders shortly touching, but Jungkook couldn't care less, he is too focused on your captivating magnificence. He loves your natural look. Loves how cute you dress yourself - especially that rosy gloss that paints your lips everyday. He imagines the taste to be strawberry or cherry or raspberry... He'd like to find out their true taste one day. Jungkook has to force his brain to refocus on where he is walking. How embarrassing it would be to trip and fall in front of you. As he crosses the last meters to you, he calms his nerves. His heartbeat drums in his ears with a quick rhythm, just like it would when he'd be doing his workouts in the gym. But in all his hurry and excitement to ask you out, he didn't notice the guy approaching you. The guy who just passed him is standing in front of you - Chanyeol is standing in front of you. That unforeseen change startles Jungkook. He swallows hard and tries to avert his eyes somewhere else, but he can't stop himself from glancing at the both of you. Maybe Jungkook would have noticed how your smile faltered a little, but he is too caught up in dealing with the drastic change of his plan, now that someone else is talking with you. Jungkook slows down. Perhaps Chanyeol wanted to greet you, have a little chat or wanted to give you a quick compliment and then leave again. The fact that your ex-boyfriend approached you out of nowhere is already urging Jungkook to roll his eyes (Though he has seen the both of you being together at lunch many times after the breakup, it's still an imagine he hates to see) but he hopes that Chanyeol will leave as fast as he came. Luck doesn't seem to be on Jungkook's side. He was already close to you, walking slower didn't help much, so now he has to walk past you, pretend like he didn't attempt to approach you in the first place and act all nonchalant, though his insides are in flames and fury and have the strong compulsion to punch Park Chanyeol's face for being faster than him. But then Jungkook hears it. He hears the reason why Chanyeol came up to you. ,,Do you want to be my prom date?" In that moment, all the flaming loathing that Jungkook felt a second ago gets extinguished by the shivering chills that scuttle down his spine. Jungkook is one second away from laughing out loud. How ridiculous? Jungkook was so utterly ridiculous for believing that there was even the slightest possibility for you and him to attend the junior prom together. All these scenarios he had in mind, everything he imagined - from asking you out to picking you up to complimenting you to dancing with you - he was a fool to think he would be able to experience that stuff. It's like a child patiently waiting for santa by the christmas tree - it would never happen. Jungkook rushes past you and he hates that he still gets a whiff of your perfume. It warms warms his heart every time, because it smells so familiar, so much like you. Once he enters the school building, he

walks over to his locker, opens it with much more force than he'd need to. Blood boils in Jungkook's veins. He can't process that Chanyeol had the temerity to ask you for his prom date. You both broke up months ago and yet he still had the nerve to ask you out. And it's not just that, the fact that Jungkook could have been the first one to reach you, if he only would've walked a bit faster, if he got a bit earlier to school, if he didn't press snooze on his alarm like always, he would have been the first one to ask you. That stupid fact infuriates Jungkook so much more, riles him up in ways that makes him want to turn around and push that jerk away from you. ,,Hey, bro." Jungkook doesn't need to look up from the inside of his locker to know that Taehyung stands right behind the door of his locker. He hastily grabs the books he needs. ,,What a beautiful morning-" Taehyung chatters, but instantly gets interrupted by Jungkook slamming the locker shut. Taehyung doesn't flinch. As Jungkook's best friend he experienced way worse situations than this. Sudden bursts of anger are not unusual. ,,Well, seems like someone didn't have a great start into this beautiful morning," Taehyung says, giving Jungkook a small empathetic smile. ,,But hey, I can make your morning better. Teacher said that they kinda changed the timetable, so we won't be having math in the first period anymore." Nothing changes in Jungkook appearance, he just opens the locker and puts his math book back inside. ,,What happened?" Taehyung asks and plants his hand over Jungkook's shoulder. ,,Did you not have time to jerk of your morning wood? We still got some time before-" ,,Fuck, no." Maybe Jungkook would have laughed at Taehyung's weird antics to make him forget about his emotions, but not when it has to do with you. He can't get you off of his mind. ,,Or...Did your mum walk in while you were jerking off your morning wood?" Jungkook grimaces and looks over to Taehyung, a long annoyed sigh coming from his chest. ,,You had a girl over and didn't want her to stay over, but she wanted to and you couldn't say no and when you woke up this morning she was the first thing that you saw and that...don't know, irritated you?" With expectant eyes Taehyung finishes of his made up story. ,,Could you shut up for once? Go and tell your weird stories to the theatre club, maybe they'll use them for a play, but stop bothering me with your jabbering." Before Taehyung could spit provocative words back, someone clears their throat behind them. Taehyung is the first one to turn around, and when he says ,,Oh, hi, y/n." Jungkook immediately tenses. For fucks sake. Luck was really not on his side today. Jungkook forces himself to turn around too. ,,You look great!" Taehyung beams and you fidget with your fingers once you hear his compliment, a shy "thanks" arising from your throat. Jungkook only spares you a short glance before he draws his eyes to the hall filled with students behind you. ,,Uh, I actually wanted to talk to Jungkook," you say, waiting for him to meet your gaze. Once he does, he doesn't do it with his usual radiant smile and shining doe eyes. His stare is cold, one perfectly shaped brow slightly raised and jaw clenched. To say the least, you're intimidated by his looks, but you try to not let it daunt you. His current state is certainly not caused by you, so you shouldn't be concerned anyway. ,,Could we postpone our meeting? Something came up after school, so I thought we could meet at 4 pm maybe?" ,,I have football practice at 4." ,,Oh, well...Then, after practice? When do you usually finish?" Jungkook snorts at that. He doesn't know why you are playing dumb, but he certainly is not. Your ex-boyfriend is on the football team. You know exactly when practice ends. Your unnecessary question causes his irritation to flare even more. Jungkook's reaction fazes you. You stumble over your words and are baffled with the lack of his usual self in his behaviour toward you. Taehyung immediately picks up on your discomfort and

shoves his elbow into Jungkook's side to put his sanity back to place. Taehyung can't decipher why Jungkook would act like a jerk when he is talking to you - his crush - no matter what got him so mad in the first place. But Taehyung's obvious attempt of calming his best friend down and bringing him back to his senses is of no use, so he tries to help you out a bit. ,,Jungkook's training usually ends at 5:30 pm, right, Kookie?" Taehyung feigns a wide smile and wraps his arm around Jungkook's shoulder, pulling him closer. Jungkook's tongue pokes his cheek and you think that you have never seen him this piqued before. You're thankful for Taehyung trying to alleviate the mood. But Jungkook is not having it. He pushes Taehyung's body away, whirling around and closing his locker with a hard push. You jerk, taking one step back. As Jungkook strolls away from the both of you he turns his head. ,,I'll text you." And with that, he walks through the crowed hall, his cold voice embedded in your mind and making your stomach twist in perturbation. What happened that got him so irritated? To be truthful, you always were a bit intimidated by Jungkook. He is popular and well-known in school, so you assumed that he'd be arrogant, someone that knows what effect he has on people and is fully confident in showing what he got. Nevertheless, you admired him. He looks cool and funny and extremely handsome. Once you got to know Jungkook you realised that he is the sweetest guy you've ever come across. Sometimes he is that cocky football boy you imagined him to be when he starts teasing you. But then again, he is kind to you, treats you with respect and always listens to you. He makes jokes and his laugh is the cutest thing you've ever heard. You won't even allow yourself to think about the nose scrunch that adorns his face when he finds something particularly funny. His whole face squishes and he looks absolutely adorable. He's perfect. And you like him. And now your puzzled as to where that boy with the cute nose scrunches has disappeared. What did he encounter that let him act this way? You'd die to ask him, but Jungkook would probably ignore you if you dared to utter a single word to him. ,,He's just mad because his dad ate all the blueberry pancakes at breakfast," Taehyung says into your ear. You flinch when you hear his baritone voice that close to your ear. You were too caught up in your own thoughts to notice Taehyung standing next to you, looking down at you with an encouraging smile. ,,Ah, the blueberry pancakes, huh?" You hum, looking into the direction that Jungkook went off. ,,Yep, he loves those with all his being." Taehyung nods, his eyes also glued to the same direction. ,,What about the girl that insisted on staying and being the first thing he saw this morning?" ,,Oh, you heard that?" ,,Yeah." ,,So you also think that that theory was weird." ,,I find the one with his mum weirder." ,,Oh, you heard that too?" ,,Yeah." ,,My bad." ,,It's okay." Taehyung gives you a pat on the back, sends a boxy smile your way and then walks down the hallway too. You're left there standing, a peculiar feeling in your gut which you can't allocate to anything you've ever felt before. But that isn't something new, Jungkook made you come across a lot of emotions that were new to you - that's just the aftermath of having a crush on him.

~ With a pounding headache you get woken up the next morning. Eyes painfully shut close as you try to get used to the excruciating pain. You groan. Your body tosses and turns until you notice the warm body behind you. Jungkook. It's Jungkook hugging you from behind you realise as you look over your shoulder, his long raven hair messily hanging in his face. He looks like he is in a peaceful slumber. Trying to comprehend the situation you're in isn't quite simple when your head is banging with every confused look you give your surroundings. It gets even more confusing when you discover the lack of clothing on your body. You remember fucking Jungkook in Taehyung's room. You dimly wince at the thought of the little encounter with Taehyung when he banged at the door. Embarrassing. But when you're drunk - and stuffed with Jungkook's cock - you don't care about anything. Your memories of the fun time at Taehyung's room are deficient. Too bad. You remember thinking that this was the best you got fucked in the past months. And now your in his bed, naked, and a peek under the covers reveals Jungkook's nudity, his morning wood pressing against your ass. It's nearly scary how you ended up in the bed of someone you ran away from, like a invisible magnet pulling you to him whether you like it or not. You search Jungkook's bedroom for a clock. The sun is glowing outside, rays of sunlight coming through his window. But it's summer, so you have no clue about what time it is exactly. So you sit up, wanting to look for your phone, when suddenly the grasp of Jungkook's arm around you tighten. ,,No," Jungkook says in a hurry, voice groggy from his sleep. ,,Don't go." You shift your head to him, confused about his sudden clinginess. It looked like he was in a deep sleep a minute ago, how did he react so fast as you tried to get out of his hold? ,,I'm just trying to search my phone," you reply gently, rubbing his arms on your waist soothingly to coax him into letting go of you. Jungkook barely opens his eyes, peeking at your messy and nude figure. ,,I'm sorry," he mumbles when he realises his misguided behaviour and retrieves his hands from you. You give him a faint smile before you grab a random shirt of his from the floor, draping it over your body and getting up. You walk around his bedroom, but there's no sign of your purse. Jungkook wakes up owing to the noises you cause by picking up the clothes on the floor and the annoyed puffs that you fabricate. ,,Hallway," he grumbles, slowly sitting up. ,,On top of the shoe cabinet." You rise from the floor and quickly turn to get your purse. ,,Nice apartment," you say after coming back, taking your phone out of the black purse. ,,Thanks." He still has problems opening his eyes. The morning sun shining into his room too garish for his sleepy eyes. You sit down on the edge of his bed. Your head is still pounding. Running around his apartment wasn't a good choice. With a hand on your forehead, you try to mitigate the pain, but it's obviously not working. Behind you, you hear some rustling, and soon Jungkook brushes past you in some briefs and walks out of the room. You check the time. It's barely 7 am. You groan, why the hell are you awake? Jungkook enters the room again, this time a glass of water and some medicine in his hands. ,,Here," he offers. ,,Take this, it'll help your headache." You're bewildered at first, hesitantly taking the water and the ibuprofen. You forgot how caring Jungkook is. ,,Oh, thank you." You chuck the water with the ibuprofen down and put the glass back on his nightstand. Jungkook is laying flat on his stomach on the bed, head turned to you. ,,Why were we naked?" you ask. ,,You don't remember?" You shake your head. No memories left of what happened in his apartment. ,,Well...you were still kinda needy when I took you home and then...we did some things to keep you satisfied." Your face crimsons. Of course you were left needy after Jungkook and you fucked. Why else would you wake up naked in his bed?

,,Don't you remember anything from yesterday?" ,,I still remember everything that happened till...uh, till we were done in Taehyung's room." You don't know why you're so shy all of a sudden. Though you haven't seen Jungkook for three years, you were the one suggesting the little offer you had for him. Seems like alcohol made it easier for you to interact with him, and sober you has yet to learn how to achieve that. ,,Do you feel well other than the headache? I didn't realise how much you drank yesterday." He sits up, scanning your face like he is trying to detect any other discomfort you might feel. ,,Oh? Uhm, no, I'm fine. Just the headache, that's it." ,,Maybe breakfa-" ,,I think I should go." The worry from his face vanishes. You can't define the expression he has on now, it's blank and inscrutable. ,,Sure, whatever you want to do." ,,It's just because I didn't tell my parents I wouldn't come back home and - and they're probably wondering where I am." Totally not because you're nervous and have no clue what to do, what to say and where to look, because it's Jungkook. The boy you've been missing since years and now he is right next to you. The emotions that run through your body whenever you look at him are nearly insufferable. You need to have some time alone, regain your normal self back before being in his company. He nods slowly, acting as if he understands, but truthfully, he doesn't understand a thing. ~ You didn't expect someone else to be at the gym at this early hour. After all that's why you decided to visit the gym after you hurried back to your parent's place from Jungkook. Your parents weren't home. Already out to work. It kinda sting to know that they haven't left a message regarding where you are when you didn't get home last night. But it's fine. You didn't expect a lot from them while you're visiting. ,,Chanyeol!" Your cheerful voice rings through the big room, well, actually not that big, but for a small town this gym would be considered as a spacious one. The bare chested man turns around, hands grasping small dumbbells. ,,Oh! Y/n!" Chanyeol puts the dumbbells on the floor, pulling out his Airpods from his ears. You stroll towards him, offering him one of your big smiles. ,,What are you doing here?" he asks. You notice the layer of sweat on his skin when you stand in front of him. ,,Came here to work out, what else?" you chuckle, eyes constantly flicking down to his chest. Though you try not to stare at it, it's a hard task to do when he's buff and big. And hot. Chanyeol looks still as attractive as when you looked at him through your pubescent, teenage eyes. ,,At this early hour?" ,,Had to get my mind off things," you explain. Chanyeol brushes his fingers through his fluffy, blonde hair. ,,Not even 24 hours here and already so much stuff going on, huh?" You sigh exaggerated. ,,Yeah, nothing has changed since I left." You quickly search for another topic though, you don't want to accidentally spill the truth and tell him you're here this early, because somehow you woke up next to your ex-boyfriend this morning, fully nude and memories of the night before remained only as fragments in your brain. ,,Why are you here so early?" You change the topic, the memories of last night vague and holey, but even the smallest imagine of Jungkook - all sweaty and focused on one thing only - is making you lose sanity again. ,,I'm always working out this early," he answers. ,,Not my decision though, my fitness trainer advised me to it." A bitter undertone leaks through his words. ,,Seems hard to be a professional football player." Chanyeol sighs, lifting the dumbbells up again and slowly turning to the bench continue his bench step-ups. ,,Yeah, but I shouldn't be complaining. This is all I ever dreamed of, for, basically my whole life." You sit down at a bench next to his, watching his buff body stepping on and off the bench. You smile thinking about Chanyeol as a teenager, always working hard at football practice and exercising whenever he could, because he was

determined to reach his goal. And now he is here, his biggest dream achieved due to his driven and ambitious character. ,,I actually watched one of your games, like...last year, maybe?" Chanyeol's eyes flick down to you. ,,For real? What could have possibly made you watch football?" he chuckles. ,,I was at a friend's house and he turned it on. At first I didn't even know that it was your team playing, because we didn't really pay attention to the game, but then when I looked at the screen and you were running across the field with the football in your hands. Can you imagine how I screamed after I realised that it was your name that was printed on the backside of the jersey?" An airy laugh - that standard, hoarse laugh you'd be able to point out in a crowd of thousands of people - bubbles from Chanyeol's lips. ,,You screamed?" ,,Well, not exactly screamed, but I got really excited seeing my friend on television!" you beam. ,,I actually took a picture and sent it to you, but apparently you changed your phone number. Some stranger answered the message instead and it was lowkey embarrassing." ,,Wait, what?" Chanyeol stops his exercise and stares at you, wide-eyed. ,,What did you text me?" ,,I sent a picture of you and was like, I'm watching your game, Chanyeol! You're so amazing, I'm proud of you! And then something like, oh wait, you can't answer me right now because you're playing the game." Chanyeol starts laughing at your cuteness. ,,And what did he say?" ,,He said something along the lines of, actually, I can answer you, because I'm not that dude on the picture. I'm Minho." ,,That's hilarious," he says, dumbbells back on the floor again, because he's enjoying your little story way too much. ,,I got so flustered and apologised and instead of texting something back, he just blocked me," you tell, jutting your lip forward as you remind yourself of that person's rude behaviour. ,,I should give you my new number, so things like that don't happen again," Chanyeol smiles, pulling out his phone from his pocket. ,,Yeah, I don't want to spam another poor soul with too excited text messages and sent them pictures of you during a game again." ,,I don't have a problem with you sending pictures of me to random people though," Chanyeol says as you grab his phone. You grimace skittishly. ,,Still so self obsessed as back then, huh?" you tease while typing his phone number into your phone. ,,I was such a prick, wasn't I?" he shakes his head, like he is in disbelief at the person he was a few years ago. ,,You weren't a prick, more like, I don't know, an annoying popular guy who likes to boast." ,,Totally not a prick." You have to suppress the giggle that lingers at the back of your throat. ,,You didn't do it often," you assure. Chanyeol sighs. ,,At least I learned from that and changed for the better." You scan his whole body and furrow your brows, like you're pondering whether he is correct or not with his conception. ,,Maybe you should work a little more on yourself?" He levels you with squinted eyes. You chuckle and hand him his phone back. ,,No worries. You're fine now, Chanyeol." ,,I'm fine?" he repeats, offended. ,,I mean, it hasn't even been over a day since I saw you after three years. I still have to get to know your new matured form," you tease. ,,Yeah, we didn't talk much yesterday, didn't we? Where did you went off though?" ,,Ah, oh, well..." Good question, next one please. But when your eyes trail off from Chanyeol's face to scan the room to somehow find an answer to his question that doesn't include Jungkook anywhere, you find Jungkook standing at the other side of the room, eyes already locked on your face. ,,Jungkook?" you ask, confused. He is wearing shorts and a tanktop, thighs and arms deliciously in display for your eyes to gawk at. Fuck, he looks way too good to be true. Chanyeol furrows his brows but then follows your gaze. ,,Morning," Jungkook grumbles when he comes to a stop in front of you. ,,Hi," you peep. You don't know why, but you

feel like you just got caught doing something you weren't allowed to do. ,,Jk!" Chanyeol happily greets him. ,,Came here for boxing?" ,,No, I'm gonna do my workout today." ,,I'm almost done for the day. Gonna do some cardio and then that's it." Chanyeol walks to the treadmills. ,,Wanna join me, y/n?" ,,Oh sure, why not?" Usually you don't go on the treadmill, but it sounds really inviting considering the piercing stare that Jungkook sends your way. Both of you go on treadmills, Chanyeol walking at a faster speed than you, and even though you don't like using the treadmill, it's nice having someone to chat with while working out. He starts asking you questions about Los Angeles. ,,Really? You have to send me a picture of the view when you go back home!" Chanyeol says. Before you get the chance to answer, the machine suddenly picks up on its speed, making you have to run faster. You whip your head to the side, catching a glimpse of Jungkook's hand brushing the display of the treadmill. You have to grip the sides of the treadmill to not fall off the thing. It takes you a couple of seconds to get used to the speed. When you look at Jungkook, confusion twisting your face, he only arches a brow back at you. ,,You didn't come here for a little chit chat, right? Casting a short glance at Chanyeol, he levels you with an assertive expression. You're only able to shake your head. ,,Then get back to working. Or finally start working at least." You gulp. His stern voice shouldn't make your panties wet, but it does and you can't help it. After twenty minutes Chanyeol is gone. He finished his work out and left. You don't know if it's a good idea to be left alone with a Jungkook who's all sweaty, sitting on the butterfly gym machine and pushing his arms back and forth. It should be a sin looking that sexy while casually doing a workout at the gym. And it should be illegal for the step-up machine to be placed so perfectly, that you have the best view of Jungkook. ,,I would have never guessed that you work out in the gym," Jungkook says and you only notice it because you've been staring at his face and saw his mouth moving. Heat rises up your cheeks and you look away, embarrassed at getting caught. ,,I hate working out. I just get motivated by getting a bigger butt, that's all." When Jungkook groans your eyes immediately flick to him again. His face looks like he is in pain and his tongue prods his cheek. You emit a little sigh which he can't hear and bite your lip which he will hopefully not notice. You hop off the machine and pick up two dumbbells. You do your usual dumbbell exercise while doing squats. It's when you raise again that you notice Jungkook standing right behind you. You look over your shoulder and feel him placing his hand on your back. ,,Straighten your back a little more. That'll be better for you," he advises. You nod absentmindedly, his proximity stealing every functioning brain cell of yours. ,,Just like that," he praises and your feel your body fluttering at these simple words. You can't ignore how his groin keeps brushing against your ass every time you lift yourself up. ,,Good job," he grins as you put the dumbbells away. ,,Are you done with your workout?" you ask, trying to ignore how his eyes are practically taking your clothes off. ,,Yeah. Want some water?" He turns to get his bag. ,,I'm fine," you answer. While he's gone for a second, you walk to the mirrored wall. Taking your phone from where you had it tucked beneath your leggings you open Instagram to take a pic for your Story. ,,Do you want to be in the picture?" you ask Jungkook after he's done drinking a few sips, smiling when he comes up to you, standing behind you. You have to lift your phone a bit, his head got cut off due to his bigger height. He puts his hands on your waist and a little smile fills your cheeks. You take the pic. ,,Why did you leave so quickly this morning?" Jungkook questions while you're busy on the phone, absentmindedly rubbing his thumbs over your body. You take some

seconds to answer. ,,I was nervous." ,,Oh," he replies and it sounds like disappointment. ,,Not that kind of nervous," you explain. ,,It felt like the first few days after we got in a relationship. I was just...overwhelmed? To be with you like this after all this time." ,,Are you okay now?" ,,Yeah, i think it's fine now." ,,And you don't regret anything that you said last night?" ,,I meant everything I said to you. I'm yours, Jungkook." He grins. ,,Good." Jungkook pulls you closer to him. ,,Ew, you're sweaty, Koo," you giggle. ,,You are too," he mumbles and rests his chin on your shoulder. ,,Well, after you increased the speed on the treadmill it's no wonder." Something about you mentioning the treadmill changes something in Jungkook. His fingers on your waist dig into your skin. ,,Someone had to motivate you to work." ,,I was working out!" you defend. ,,Didn't look like that," he grumbles. ,,Oh shush, don't tell me you're jealous." You raise an eyebrow and look at him through the mirror. ,,I'm not." You giggle. You always know when he's lying. ,,Don't make me mad." He closes his eyes and you grin widely. Too bad for him that that's one of your favourite things to do. ,,Why? You didn't like me talking to Chanyeol?" He emits a sound that sounds close to a warning. ,,I missed talking to Chanyeol a lot." ,,Y/n, don't." You want to tuck your phone back beneath your leggings, but Jungkook takes it and puts it into the pocket of his shorts. ,,Hey, but you know what?" He sighs, not knowing what to expect. ,,Hm?" ,,I missed you more." ,,How much?" ,,Like..." A pout forms on your mouth as you ponder about a comparison. ,,I missed you more than anyone I know." ,,You missed me the most?" You nod. ,,Fuck, y/n. You're doing things to me." ,,Like what?" ,,Like..." He pauses for a second. ,,Can I kiss you?" You don't even have to answer. You turn your head to him and in one second his lips are moving against yours. Butterflies are everywhere in your tummy, making you feel wobbly on your feet. His mouth feels wonderful on your neck. You take his hand and place it on your tit, allowing him to grab a good fistful of your mound. Your nipple hardens and he has to hold back a moan at how beautiful it looks perked beneath your tight sports bra. His other hand slips into your leggings. You shudder at the feeling of his warm hand cupping your pussy. ,,Do you want this?" he whispers into your ear. Goose bumps bloom on your neck. ,,Yes. So badly." A sigh erupts from you as Jungkook circles your clit. He gets you wet in just a few seconds. Two of his finger vanish inside you, knuckles deep. You head falls back on his chest. Jungkook has a shit eating grin anchored on his face. ,,You like this, don't you?" You aren't capable of saying anything when Jungkook starts fingering your pussy open. He's fast and deep and reaching all the good spots by crooking his fingers. Your eyes squeeze shut. You don't have much control over how your body reacts to him, it feels too good and you don't know how to handle it. You grip his arm with one hand. Nails sinking into his skin. A hot shiver climbs up your spine and pulls your mind into a deep and libidinous haze that pushes you so close to the edge that your toes curl in anticipation. Jungkook loves watching you through the mirror. It's sexy and lewd and addicting. ,,Could stare at you and fuck you with my fingers all night long, babe." ,,Close," you whimper between moans and pry your eyes open to look at him. He hums behind you and raises his other hand to wrap it around your throat. You capture you bottom lip between your lips. His tattooed fingers gripping at the sides of your neck makes your pussy avid for more. And just when you feel like cumming all over his fingers and making a mess of them, Jungkook pulls them back out of you. You feel the slight burn of his sharp and precise movements as your pussy clenches around nothing, searching for anything to fill it up again with. You whimper, rolling your head to the

side and resting your cheek against him. ,,Why?" you mumble, too caught up in the feelings of your carelessly abandoned orgasm to form coherent sentences. ,,Don't ever try to make me jealous again," Jungkook grunts into your ear with a surly undertone. He levels you with a merciless glance through the mirror. You actually feel yourself getting smaller by his stare. Jungkook casts a look at the different machines around the room. When he finds one that he's interested in he takes your hand in his. ,,Are you sure no one's gonna come in?" you inquire. Jungkook grows soft at your concern. ,,It's still early in the morning. No one's visiting the gym at this hour. I promise you, my angel." He kisses you temple and you let him take you to the incline barbell bench. ,,Sit down on it," he says. ,,Wait, no." Jungkook grabs you by the wrist, stopping you. ,,Wanna see your ass. Get onto it with your knees." You climb onto the incline barbell bench with your back facing him, arching your body as your hands embrace the backrest for leverage. When Jungkook tugs your tight leggings down to your thigh, your voluptuous ass comes into his view and his cock twitches at that. Curses flee his mouth when he kneads your flesh. He delivers a few playful spanks. You wiggle your ass teasingly. Sinking down on his knees he has both of his hand on your cheeks. He takes a good whiff of your clothed pussy before leaning back. ,,Smells so good," he mumbles. He pulls your panties down as well, rubbing his fingers through your soaked folds. You sigh, melting against the backrest. ,,You want to cum, don't you?" ,,Please," you beg. ,,Gonna make a mess out of you." And then he thrusts two fingers back in, obscene squelching sounds filling the air as he moves them. You feel your juices trickle down your thigh. He leans over you again, brushing your ponytail to the side. He nibbles at your earlobe while ramming his fingers inside your pussy. Your brows are furrowed so tightly and hands gripping at the backrest for dear life because, oh well, Jungkook is relentless when he has a mission in mind. The knot in your tummy is there again, ready to explode and fill your whole body with pleasure. ,,So close," you mutter, drool rolling over the side of your mouth. This poor machine will be so dirty and ruined after Jungkook is done with you. ,,Already?" It's a cocky remark and you'd like to kick his balls for that. But you only nod, you want to cum first and then you can kick his balls. ,,Hmm, what a shame," he pities. And withdraws his fingers from your pussy, making you shake and whine. ,,I want to have a little more fun with you." ,,Jungkook," you mewl. ,,Yes, my angel?" he replies, all innocently. ,,You're mean," you sulk. He chuckles. Kissing your neck and landing a spank on your ass. ,,Gonna let me have a bit more fun with you?" he asks, his breath tickling your neck. ,,Be nice to me." ,,Be nice to you, hmm? You really need to cum that badly, huh?" You tilt your head and grab the back of Jungkook's head to pull him to your mouth. You whimper into the kiss when Jungkook drills his fingers back into your cunt. You rests your cheek against the leather backrest and moan so loudly, it echoes through the whole room. ,,My good little girl," he coos, hand colliding with your ass once again. His long fingers are so deep inside you and stretching you out so lusciously, it makes your thighs shake. Jungkook's shorts are tight around his crotch area, his cock throbbing at the thought of your pussy swallowing his whole length. ,,Tell me, how much did you miss me?" ,,So, so much," you gabble. ,,Yeah? Couldn't stop thinking about me while you were gone?" You nod against the rest. Rubbing your cheek through the small puddle of drool. ,,Everyday I thought of you," you confess, moaning when Jungkook grabs a fistful of your ass and feel his nails digging into your skin. ,,You wanna cum?" ,,Oh god, yes please." This time Jungkook doesn't scornfully pull his fingers out when you're close to your high. He

lets you shake and squirm when it finally takes over you and watches with big and astonished eyes how your juices stream from your pussy, coating your thighs and the seat under you. You whine and jolt forward when his fingers are too much for you. He drags them out and rubs over your arched back, soothing you. ,,Holy shit," he mutters as he takes in the mess you've made. ,,You're so sexy." Your cheeks are flushed when you look back at him. ,,How are we gonna clean this up?" you ask, looking down between your legs. Jungkook strips his tanktop. He pull you back up on your legs and you tug your panties and leggings back up. You're still wobbly on your feet, but Jungkook slips a hand around your waist while wiping his tanktop over the seat of the machine to clean up the mess you've made. He doesn't miss the faint patch of your drool sticking against the rest. When Jungkook is done, you hug him from the side. ,,Want to fuck you." ,,Not in here," you say, still struggling to breathe. ,,Changing rooms?" He waits a brief second before he changes his mind again. ,,Let's go to the showers. I think that's were we'd get our privacy. No one uses them," Jungkook says and scoops you up, his dirty tanktop abandoned on the seat. In the showers Jungkook makes you bend over, your hands on the cold wall. ,,Can't get enough off this ass," he mutters as he yanks down your tights together with your panties. Jungkook is rock hard and he's sure he'll die soon if he doesn't feel your pussy. His cockhead prods your hole and soon you're stuffed with all of him. Jungkook hisses. Your pussy is so tight and he's never going to get used to it. It feels like heaven. ,,Pussy was made for me," he grunts, hands anchored on your waist and his hips slowly starting to find a rhythm. You utter his name in a tiny whine, your tummy on fire again despite cumming so hard just a few minutes ago. You tug your sports bra down, playing with your nipple. ,,Feels so good," you sigh, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of his raw cock thrusting into you with sharp movements. His hand sneaks up to your tits and he fondles one, groping your heavy mound with his big palm before he goes on with flicking and teasing your nipple. ,,Remember how you used to tell me how much better I fuck you than Chanyeol?" he grunts. ,,How much better I make you cum than him?" Memories of the past flash through your mind. You'd always tell Jungkook how good he is making you feel, and sometimes a comparison to Chanyeol would slip your tongue, but it's not like he minded. Jungkook enjoyed it. Loved, how you stroked his ego by telling him that he is better than your ex. ,,I asked you a fucking question." His palm meets your ass. A squeak from you follows. ,,Y-yes, I remember!" ,,He was never able to make you feel like I do, isn't that right?" ,,So- so fucking right," you sob. ,,Good girl." His hands soothingly rub over your flushed ass cheeks, imprints of his fingers visible on your skin. ,,Look at this ass, so goddamn big, shit." With every pound of his hips your ass jiggles. Jungkook can't take his eyes off it. Your high pitched moans reveal your blossoming orgasm being terribly close. ,,You're so close aren't you?" he whispers, fingers dipping into the soft curve of your hips for better leverage, ramming into you with much greater force. A warm shudder crawls down your spine when his breath suddenly fans over your neck, as he pull you back by your throat, keeping you close to his body. Your brows are pinched together, your fingers working on your swollen clit to double your pleasure. ,,Was he ever able to make you cum this fast, hm?" ,,N-no!" His fingers dig into the sides of your throat. The squeeze shouldn't turn you on this much, but the squelching sounds between your thighs are proof enough. ,,Show me how much you love this cock, babe. Come on, I want your pretty pussy to cover me with your juices." You think there's nothing better than getting Jungkook whispering arrant filth into your ear, perfect shaped cock fucking you

brainless and a tattooed hand cutting of the air in your lungs. Dirty, completely obscene, but somehow you have to compensate something with the cute outfits and innocent smiles that you bless people with on a daily basis. And as Jungkook tells you how much he wants his good girl to cum, and goes on about the things he'd like to do to you, you cum with a soft whimper of his name, little moans filling the shower. Your legs tremble and you are lucky that Jungkook has a safe hold on you. ,,You're always so pretty when you cum, babe," he coos, pressing kisses over your neck. ,,Hmph, I love the way you squeeze me so tight, fuck." You put your hands against the cold wall again, trying to arch your back a bit more while he still has you anchored against his chest. His hand around your throat moves down to your ass, palming the swell of your cheek while he puts pressure on your back with his other one and forces you to bend over a little. ,,I'm gonna cum," he says, voice gentle and focused on the way your awfully tight walls quaver around his girth. ,,Gonna cum all over your pretty ass, you want that?" ,,Yes, please," you answer ardently. ,,Beg for it, let me hear how badly you want my cum." It's a little hard focusing on concentrating when you're still dealing with the aftershocks of your orgasm, however, hearing Jungkook's desperate voice combined with the softest moans he utters is making you want to obey everything that comes out of his mouth. ,,I want you to cum for me, Gguk. Want you to shoot all of it on my ass and rub it into my skin." You gasp when his thrusts become slower, but reach deeper inside. ,,P-please, I want it so bad, I'm a slut for your cum." He chuckles smugly behind you. ,,You're so right, babe. A cumslut, that's what you are." ,,Y-your cumslut!" ,,All mine," he agrees. His nails dig into your skin, leaving another trail of marks behind. You're certain that your body will be left with so many more marks by the end of the week. Jungkook pulls back, jerking off his cock over your ass in hasty strokes. The sounds he elicits make your pussy clench around nothing. You love how whiny he gets when he's close and how he still manages to sound manly at the same time. You feel his hot cum sticking to your skin. He curses and moans and coats your ass full with his seed, making a mess. Slapping his cock against the swell of your ass a couple of times he strokes the last few droplets out of him. You look over your shoulder, smiling when you see him at the peek of exhaustion. Sweaty strands of hair hang over his head. A few drops running down his neck, down to his chest. You don't know if you should be happy or regretful for not seeing how hot he looked like while fucking you. Jungkook reaches over and you think he'll kiss you, but he stops in front of your face. Suddenly, cold water starts pouring from above you. ,,Jungkook!" you squeak. You cling onto his biceps, looking for protection. ,,I didn't bring any clothes!" He just giggles, pushing you back beneath the stream of water.

~ that one evening when i waited till the end but then you showed up with someone else ,,I still don't understand why you are not going with Chanyeol, y/n." You swear, if you are going to hear that sentence one more time, you're going to storm out of this house. ,,It's weird going to prom with my ex." Your dad stares at you. He will never understand. He isn't even trying to understand. It's frustrating. ,,Why did you guys break up?" your dad asks, crossing his arms over his chest. You always answered with something like "it's none of your business" but maybe if you tell him the actual reason he'll let go of this topic. ,,We came to the conclusion that we're better off as friends." ,,Friends? I don't hear you hanging out with him." You groan. ,,Y/n, come here. Let me do you hair!"  Luckily your mum calls for you, rescuing you from your insensitive and narrow-minded dad. You leave the living room, walking down the hall to your room. ,,Curls, right?" Your mum asks as you sit down in front of your dressing table. ,,Yeah." As your mum starts curling your hair with the straightener, you try to not think about the one thing that's been bugging you for the whole day now. ,,So, where's that boy you were so sure of asking you out for prom?" Of course your mother wouldn't grant you one moment of piece. ,,Don't know." You don't want to think about it. Don't want to give your hopes up. ,,Did he text you?" ,,No." ,,Are you still waiting?" ,,Yes." Your mother sighs. Looking at you through the mirror as she stops her work on your hair. ,,Honey, I don't think he will ask you out anymore." The soothing voice of your mum reminds you of all the other times she used this tone on you. She is trying to console you. She thinks that you are being naive for still believing that there is a chance of him asking you. You hate it. You hate it so much. ,,He will." ,,Maybe you should call Chanyeol-" ,,I don't want to go with Chanyeol," you interrupt sternly. ,,Dad and you are literally the same. How many time do I have to repeat myself?" Your mum doesn't reply anything to that. Simply goes back to styling your hair. Your parents are the only thing frustrating you. Right now thinking about Jungkook is equally as frustrating. You have no idea why he didn't ask you out yet. You even asked if he had a date a few weeks ago because you were getting too impatient and he said no. You were working on the biology project when you asked him. After he replied, you wanted to say that you didn't have a date either and perhaps get him to ask you out that way, but before you could have responded to him, he cut you off and said that you should get back on working. He never did that before. Usually he is the one talking and joking and flirting, and you always scold him for being too distracting. So you waited. Weeks and weeks went by. And he never asked you. And now it's junior prom day. Hope was still there, but by each passing hour your hope gets crumpled by the disappointment slowly assailing it. But it's fine. He'll ask you out. You're sure of that. ~ Two hours pass. The long, claret-coloured material of your prom dress graces your figure. A sign of life from Jungkook still missing. You're clinging onto the reason that Jungkook might be too anxious to ask you out the usual way, because maybe he is afraid of meeting your parents - them being snobby and pretentious isn't a secret in town - and instead opts for asking you out in school? At this point you're just trying to justify the absolute silence coming from him, your parents being annoying as ever and your mind is stuffed with so many things at once, you're thankful for yourself for not going crazy yet. ,,Let me call Chanyeol's dad," your dad announces and fishes his phone out of his pocket. ,,Wha- why would you call his dad?" you ask wide-eyed, shooting a worried look to your mother, but she doesn't attempt stopping him. ,,To ask if he has a date. You are being absolutely ridiculous for waiting for an insignificant and mediocre guy -

who has an alcohol addict as a father, I may note - to ask you out on the prom day!" Your dad glares at you from across the kitchen island. Your mum standing next to him. You sit there, nails digging into your palm to compensate the anger building up in you. ,,What has Jungkook's father to do with all this?!" He looks up from his phone. ,,Do you think a boy who only had a mother to grow up with, was raised well? I hear the stories about him, y/n. Don't think I'm a fool." ,,I heard some pretty awful stories about him too," your mum confesses. She didn't want to talk badly about him - seeing that you talked with heart shaped eyes about him - but the worry about him not being an appropriate partner for prom lingered around her mind for too long now. Rumours in this small town are quick to get spread. Gossip is the only thing keeping this town alive. Disgusting, but people love to talk. Especially when it's about other people. They don't care if the rumours are true either, their focus is solely fixed on getting their boring life entertained by the misfortune of others. ,,What rumours?" ,,He beat up a kid in school," your father replies. ,,Don't play stupid, miss. You visit the same school as Jungkook." You roll your eyes. ,,Every guy beats up someone in high-school. That's nothing serious." You're glad that they apparently don't know that Jungkook had a fight with Chanyeol. To this day you don't know how and why it happened, but they had a disagreement at football practice, which led up to a fight between them. ,,Don't glorify that boy's actions just because other people do it too," your dad grunts. ,,Jungkook is the sweetest guy ever. If you would actually know him, you wouldn't say those things about him." ,,Honey, a boy can act the nicest and most respectful to you ever, you'll never know his true self," your mum tells. ,,You're both judging a boy you've never met, by other people's rumours and prejudices." ,,Sweetie, we're only doing this, because we want to protect you." Your mother puts an empathetic smile on her face. ,,I- I actually didn't want to say this, but I heard he does drugs too." ,,You're not going with him," you father instantly shoots. ,,You just heard that, mum. You don't know." ,,Stop protecting that boy, y/n. The rumours flying around town are always true." Your dad's jaw twitches. He's getting angrier with every defensive sentence coming from you. ,,They are not true. They are twisted lies to make other people look bad. You both should know by now," you spit. ,,I'm calling Chanyeol's dad now." The glare that your dad sends your way causes shivers scuttling down your spine. You want to dissappear. But as your father taps on his display a few times, fear creeps up your body. ,,D-dad, don't to that! You'd embarrass yourself if Chanyeol has someone to go with. Don't ask his dad, please." At that, your father perks up, thumb hovering over the call button. Your words make him rethink his decision. Eventually, he puts his phone back into his pocket. Of course he would only listen if it has something to do with his reputation. He didn't care if he'd embarrass you. He never cared about your feelings. You shake your head, scoffing at your parents actions. ,,All you both care about is your reputation. You don't care about your daughter having to go to prom alone, the only thing you're truly worrying about is people talking behind your backs, talking shit about how pathetic this family is." ,,Y/n!" your mum utters in disbelief. ,,Watch your tone!" ,,But it's true!" ,,I don't know where you got that assumption from, but it's false. Why would you ever think that way about us?" Your father levels you with a cold, disappointed look. ,,Where I got that from? Tell me, what's the reason why you want me to be with Chanyeol so badly?" you question, crossing your arms. You impatiently wait for an answer, but before he got the chance to reply, you say something sooner. ,,Because his dad is the CEO of that big company you want to make deals with, isn't that so?

You don't care about me, you don't care about Chanyeol - you only care about money and your business!" ,,Honey, this goes too far. Don't be disrespectful to your dad when he is only trying to provide for our family." You stand up. Your sick of hearing your mum and dad disavowing the most obvious things. ,,I'm going," you announce. ,,Don't know when I'll be back. Maybe I'll stay over at Sooyoung's." You have a scratchy feeling in your throat. You're not used to talk that clamorously. ,,Be thankful I'm still letting you go, despite your impudent behaviour, y/n," your dad says. ,,I wasn't being rude. You're just talking badly about someone you've never met! Jungkook is nice and I like him!" You don't care about his reply to that, walking out of the kitchen and aiming for the front door. You need to get out of this sick house right now. ,,You are not going to prom with Jungkook, y/n!" You whirl around. ,,I fucking know!" you yell. ,,How could I when he never bothered to ask me!" ,,Don't talk to me like-" You don't hear the rest of his sentence. You storm out of the house, door falling shut with a loud bang, and get into your car. Crying seems tempting as you stare ahead, streets glimmering in the sunset glow, all empty and lonely. But you didn't do your make-up for an hour to ruin it because of a moronic reason - your moronic parents. So you start you engine and drive to school. Motivated by the excitement that unfolds inside of you whenever Jungkook flashes through your mind. He will ask you. You are certain. ~ ,,Jimin is such an idiot," Sooyoung complains and stares back at Jimin's car where he talks with one of his friends. ,,What's wrong?" you ask, eyes roaming over the whole parking lot to find that one person. ,,He is wearing a black suit!" ,,What's wrong about that?" ,,I told him to wear a dark blue one, so we could match, but that stupid fool spilled juice all over it." She groans. That makes you take a look at Jimin as well, and, yes, he is wearing a black suit indeed. ,,Don't worry, black goes well with your dress too," you say, glancing at her midnight blue dress. ,,I can't even be mad at him, because he looks too cute." You laugh. If Sooyoung has a hard time staying mad at you, then she truly sees you as someone important in her life. ,,You're so whipped for him." ,,Where's Jungkook?" she suddenly asks, annoyance lacing her voice again. Craning her neck she scans all the people standing in the parking area. ,,Didn't see him yet." ,,I swear, if he isn't going to ask you out, I'm gonna fight his stupid ass for that." ,,Who's ass are you going to fight?" Jimin asks when he's suddenly next to Sooyoung, a hand wrapped around her waist. ,,No one's," you clarify. ,,You looks very pretty, by the way." He says, sending you one of his charming smiles. ,,Oh, uh - thank you."  Heat prickles your cheeks. Sooyoung nudges his side with her elbow. ,,Where's my compliment?" she sulks. ,,I already complimented you." ,,You think one compliment is enough?" she says scandalised. ,,Well, then where's my compliment?" ,,You wore the wrong suit, Jimin. Don't even start." ,,You aren't going to compliment me because of a stupid colour?" Jimin scoffs. ,,The colour of our outfits is important you dingus!" ,,Then compliment me about my hair?" he lightly touches the styled strands that fall over his forehead in the most elegant way you've ever seen. ,,I want to the barber to get this hairstyle." ,,I'm amazed by your efforts Jimin, really," Sooyoung rolls her eyes. ,,But why not put that much effort in the outfit, hm?" They continue their bickering even when you start walking towards the gym. You listen to their petty fight with a half smile. It's when you're only a few metres away from the big gym entrance - that's when you see Jungkook. A casual outfit, black suit and tie, forehead covered by his brown bangs and grasping a rose with one hand. It's simple, but your stomach is filled with butterflies. He stands there, eyes wandering over the crowd of

people. He's waiting for someone. You swallow. This is your chance. You square your shoulders, back straighter now, and concentrate on not tripping over your heels. You don't care that someone brushes past you, almost nudging you to the side with how fast and close they're walking. You just have one boy in mind. For a second you look back at Sooyoung and Jimin but both of them are caught up in their petty fights and don't pay much attention to you. It was just a second, really, just a quick glance over your shoulders, but when you look ahead again, your heart feels like it's going to combust. A girl - Hanna you think her name is - is now with Jungkook, the rose he kept in his hand now placed in hers. And the radiant smile on her glossy lips is nearly making you trip. You gulp. All the disappointment, hurt, ache, shame and embarrassment down your throat. He wasn't waiting for you. What a silly thought to even believe in. You tell thought you'd have a chance with him. All the times he was teasing and flirting with you made you assume he had a thing for you. But you were a fool to think that. Maybe that's just his normal way to talk to girls. Maybe you weren't special after all. ~ Sooyoung tried to make this night as endurable as possible for you. A "he's here with someone else" from you and a look into your sad eyes was enough for her to give Jungkook a slap on the face. You don't know if you actually support her actions, but to be completely truthful, you feel hurt and it gave you a tiny bit of satisfaction to see his nonplussed face afterwards. You actually had a decent time with Sooyoung and Jimin and other friends, despite feeling so down at first. Chanyeol showed up with some girl from the cheerleading team. It didn't hurt seeing him with someone else. You're over him. But you felt ache starting to bloom inside your chest when the slow dancing started and you just sat there, watching the crowd dance with their partners all intimately. That's when you felt tears sitting behind your eyes that were threatening to spill the more your thoughts would dwell on the upsetting conflicts you faced today. Your feelings were a mess and so you decided to hide in the bathroom stall for a bit before your calmed down enough to see people again. You feel pathetic. You should be out there and be happy. But instead you're in a bathroom stall crying because you can't control your emotions and you're just too sensitive for everything. The small bathroom stall starts to feel suffocating so you get outside, but not before fixing your make up in the mirror. You walk around the school campus till you catch sight of Jungkook. Seeing Jungkook leisurely lean against the wall of the old and tall school building makes something switch inside you. You don't feel as sad as before. Which is confusing, considering how disappointed he made you after realising that he chose another girl over you. But he's alone right now. And you are alone too. And you'd liked to stay with him. You're so focused on calming your breaths and trying to force a little smile up your face, to not look like you just had a mental break down in the school bathroom, to notice the way he hurriedly throws a small thing on the floor and crushes it with his shoe sole. You stroll towards him, careful to not trip over your long dress. When your leaning against the wall next to him you're able to smell is scent. Weirdly, it comforts you. ,,Did you cry?" he asks cautiously, eyes tinted in concern as he studies your flush cheeks, red nose and glassy eyes. You take a deep, exhausted breath. ,,I just hate my parents sometimes." Your voice is thick. The crying undeniably apparent. ,,Had a fight with them?" ,,Kinda," you shrug. ,,But that's nothing new." ,,Do, uh, do you want me to drive you home?" ,,No, it's fine. I'm fine. It's all good know." He takes a look at you to see if you're actually fine, but the dazzling smile on your face makes it impossible to see through. He doesn't know if you're pretending right now, but he thinks that

there might be a reason as to why you'd be doing that, so he decides to not ask further. ,,Do you like her?" Jungkook looks a bit confused at first, not understanding who you are referring to. ,,Oh? Oh, Hanna? Uhm no. I don't like like her." ,,Then why did you ask her out for prom?" ,,She seems nice." You sink your teeth into your lip, gaze dropping down to his chest. Looking into his innocent face is too hard when he practically tells you that someone who just "seems nice" is a better option than you, someone he has been flirting for weeks now - and yet, he's more interested in going out with her, a girl you've never even saw him talking to. ,,I thought you'd be coming with Chanyeol." You furrow your eyebrows and drift your eyes up. ,,Why would you think that?" Jungkook swallows, stumbling over his words. ,,Don't know, you both are still friends, so I assumed you'd come together." ,,Well, he's still my ex and it'd be weird to go to prom together."  You still didn't exactly understand why Chanyeol asked you, the answer to his question should've been obvious to him. ,,Yeah," Jungkook nods. ,,You're right." ,,I actually waited for someone to ask me, but he didn't." You sigh, leaning your head back against the cold wall of the school building. Jungkook frowns. How could the most beautiful girl not get asked by the guy she wanted to? He thought at least every boy in school tried to ask you. ,,So why didn't you ask him?" Jungkook jokes, trying to uplift the mood when he notices the disappointment lingering in your eyes. You give him a small smile. ,,Didn't want to embarrass myself." ,,What are you talking about? Everyone would feel honoured to get asked by you." You roll your eyes. ,,Stop saying stuff to make me feel better." ,,But it's working," he teases, raising his brows to prove his point. You're biting away your grin, swatting his biceps. ,,You're impossible!" ,,I'm probably the most delightful company you're gonna get tonight, sweetheart." ,,That's actually sad," you say. Jungkook clicks his tongue. ,,You're mean." ,,No, I mean like, it's sad because everyone else in this building is not nice and there are douchebags everywhere." ,,I'm gonna tell Sooyoung." You level him with an unimpressed look. ,,You don't even like her." ,,She just slapped me in the face! Of course I don't like her!" he exclaims offended. ,,Yeah...about that, I'm really sorry." ,,I'd really like to know for what I deserved that." Jungkook rubs his cheek with his hand, the memory of Sooyoung's palm colliding with his face making him grimace. ,,Right? Me too," you lie. ,,Aw come on, you're both practically the same person. Don't tell me you don't know what that was for," he accuses and now completely turns to you, taking a step forward. ,,I really don't know," you lie again, staring into his eyes and hardly trying to not look away to not make you look suspicious. But when he takes another step into your direction - the proximity between you two suddenly an inch apart - you find yourself getting perplexed with the close proximity and it's like every thought you had in mind gets washed away by one bat of his eyelashes. There's just Jungkook in your head. Nothing else. And maybe that's all you need. Jungkook raises his arm, his hand cupping your cheek. You gulp the sudden dryness of your mouth away, heart drumming in your chest. He slowly drags his hand up your face, thumb wiping the skin right below the outer corner of your eye, his focus set on that small spot he rubs with his digit. You stop breathing altogether. Your heartbeat skips a nervous beat. It's possible that you may pass out from lack of oxygen. ,,Your makeup," he explains, almost whispering. ,,The...mascara? Was a bit smudged here." His hand lingers on your face for a while before he withdraws his arm completely, but he continues standing close to you, doesn't intend on taking a step back. ,,T- thank you." You offer him a little appreciative smile, heart still fluttering from the small gesture. ,,No problem." He

doesn't smile back, but keeps his eyes locked on your orbs, looking at you like you're something magical, something rare and utterly gorgeous. Jungkook looks so handsome. His face glows in the dim lights that the poor street lamps provide for you. The urge to kiss those plump lips suddenly arises within you and you can't prevent yourself from staring at his mouth. You'd  have to bend a little forward - your heels high enough that you don't have to get on your tiptoes to reach him - and you'd be able to seal your mouth with his. But then Jungkook takes a step back and it's over. He goes back to leaning against the wall. You notice the faint hint of an amusement smile and have to bite back a smile that would've filled your cheeks. Your phone rings in your purse. Sooyoung is calling you. ,,Sooyoung?" you say after answering the phone. ,,Did you leave?" ,,No, I went outside for a little while." ,,Oh, are you okay?" ,,I'm fine, just needed some fresh air," you reply. ,,And maybe I got a little bored watching you guys slow dance," you laugh. She giggles. ,,But now you missed me picking up a fight with a girl." ,,What?" You almost yell. ,,Why did you pick up a fight?" ,,She interrupted Jimin and me in the middle of dancing and asked if she could dance with him for a bit! The audacity she has? He's my date, not hers." You roll your eyes. ,,I bet Jimin enjoyed watching two girls fight over him." ,,Definitely. Maybe a little too much." She pauses, then says. ,,Are you coming back inside?" You drift your eyes to Jungkook, and it's like he can feel your stare, because he turns his head and looks at you as well. You hesitate before you answer. But when you see the stars in his eyes lighting up the longer he looks at you, you know what you want. ,,Uh, no, I think I'm going to stay here for a little longer." Talking while keeping your gaze on his star filled eyes is hard, but it's like a magnetic force keeping your gaze fixed on his. A shy small forms on his face when you look at each other that lovingly, your face twisted in a replica of his. You hang up. ,,Should I be concerned that Sooyoung apparently picked up a fight with a girl?" You shake your head. ,,Not at all." Both of you laugh and you feel the exact moment when all of the negative emotions that you carried inside you heart fade and instead gets filled with giddiness and flurry. And just like many other times, you are stunned by the effect that Jeon Jungkook has over you. In all honesty, this was not how you always imagined your first prom to go like, but at least you've got to spend it with the person you wished to spend it with.

~ y/n 8:13 pm hiii

jk <3 8:15 pm hey

y/n 8:15 pm my parents aren't home went on a date jk <3 8:15 pm that's nice y/n 8:15 pm duh you wanna come over? jk <3 8:15 pm why not tell me you wanna fuck from the beginning on y/n 8:15 pm well i was trying to be nice and not rude jk <3 8:15 pm i'd be out of my house a minute earlier if you wouldn't beat around the bush y/n 8:16 pm youre on your way already? jk <3 8:16 pm yeah y/n 8:16 pm cool jk <3 8:16 pm is the window open? y/n 8:16 pm always Ten minutes later Jungkook climbs through your bedroom window. Peculiarly, your heart flitters in a silly manner as you take in Jungkook in his dazzling splendour. ,,Still looks exactly the same in here," Jungkook comments, eyes wandering around your room. It's true, the room you grew up in didn't change. Every piece of furniture, decoration and posters that you hung up your wall are at the exact same spot. The only thing looking a little vacant is your bookshelf. It's not filled to the maximum with every book that you own anymore. There is quite some space left after you brought your favourite books with you to Los Angeles. ,,Feels like I went back in time to three years ago," he says, still eyeing your soft coloured and innocent looking room. Strangely, a feeling of comfort ambles up his back as he slowly realises that he hasn't been in this room for three years. Though you both haven't spent a lot of time in here, it still sparks up these innocent and long forgotten moments in the early stages of your relationship. ,,So it's not weird to do this?" you ask, closing the distance and giving him a short kiss. ,,Not at all," he whispers against your mouth. His arms naturally fall around your waist. You grin, standing on your tiptoes to go for another kiss. This time he doesn't allow you to pull back though, his hand on the back of your head keeps your lips sealed with his. With his other hand groping your ass through your short summer dress the kisses become more frantic and fierce. It's only when you feel the back of your knees colliding with your bed that you realise Jungkook had been slowly pushing you back while he was busy roaming his tongue around yours. Coaxing the smallest moans out of you. You let yourself fall on your bed, crawling back till you feel your pillows beneath your head. With Jungkook between your spread legs your fingers roam over his body. Fingers sweep over his buff arms, broad shoulders and muscular back. You pull his t-shirt, waiting for him to take the hint and remove it to give you access to his perfectly build body, but Jungkook moved on to your neck, his lips locked on your skin like he does not plan on leaving that place. ,,Don't leave marks." Your fingers move through his fluffy hair. Jungkook utters a sound of complain. ,,There are already marks from yesterday there," he reasons. Sucking on your flesh between his plush lips right after. ,,Yeah, and my parents gave me sceptic glares when they saw that." You give him a gentle kick with your foot on his back to make him stop. ,,So what's the matter if they already saw it?" he mumbles, that wicked tongue of his licking over the freshly made mark. ,,See, this looks so pretty on you." A proud and cocky smile flashes across his lips as his thumb brushes over his work. ,,Fuck me and you get to suck as many hickeys on my neck as you want to," you propose, tugging at his t-shirt again. Jungkook won't let you having to say that twice. A moment later he is off the bed, taking off all of his clothes. You remove your light purple dress, that's embroidered with little flowers all over it, from your body and toss it through the room. Before you get the chance to remove your underwear, Jungkook looms over you again. ,,I like these," he compliments, digits trailing over the soft material of your bra. It's rose laced bra that makes your tits look so divine and full. ,,It's cute, right?" Jungkook only finds himself nodding. The light pink lace hugging your curves is so mesmerising, he isn't able to say anything coherent. He gets ripped out of his

thoughts when he feels your hand around his hard cock. A low moan forces its way out of his throat when you rub his head. ,,Going to fuck you in your cute outfit, yeah?" One hand up your tits, kneading your heavy flesh, he starts rocking his hips into your palm. ,,I thought of you when I put these on," you confess, eyes lighting up in success when you see him visibly swallowing at your words. ,,Fuck." He spreads your legs further to make more room for himself. ,,Did you think of me fucking you in this?" You nod with a sheepish bite of your lips. ,,Just look at that," Jungkook smirks. Fingers sliding over the wet patch on your panties. You gasp, the flimsy and thin thing covering your pussy barely doing its job. ,,You still didn't get enough of me, did you?" ,,I could never." Your hand which was around his cock falls limb on the bed when Jungkook tugs your panties to the side and caresses your bare pussy with his digit. ,,You're already soaking my fingers," he says, slipping his index in. You whine, toes curling. ,,Want to feel your cock," you pout. ,,Let me prep your first, babe." You shake your head, grabbing his wrist before he can put another finger into you. ,,Want to feel your cock stretching me out." You bat your eyelashes. ,,Please?" He sighs, withdrawing his fingers from you. Jungkook can't resist you, especially with that look on your face. Pumping his now hard cock a few times he starts to stroke the tip over your wet cunt, aligning himself on your entrance. Hands on your hips, he slowly pushes past your lips and gingerly buries himself inside. You welcome the stretch and the burn that comes with it, sighing pleased when his tip gets as deep as he can. You palm your breast, wrapping your legs around Jungkook's waist. He watches your hand playing with your tit. He still has to grasp that you put on this sexy lingerie just for him. His hips clash against your body, moving in a fast pattern. Jungkook doesn't know where to keep his eyes at, your soft pussy taking all of his cock, your fingers flicking at your harden nub or your eyes rolling back when pleasure overtakes you. Wherever he settles his eyes on, his cock throbs with satisfaction. You draw Jungkook's attention to your lips when you teeth sink into your plush bottom lip. He brushes his thumb over it and you release your lip. Teasingly, you dart your tongue out, giving his thumb a little lick with amused eyes. He proceeds to put one finger inside you mouth and you willingly close your mouth, circling your tongue around his digit. His other hand is bruising your waist with his fingers and he starts hammering your pussy faster. The moans he feels around his finger inside your mouth drives him crazy. You grab his wrist and make him retrieve his finger from your mouth, placing his hand on your throat instead. ,,Fuck, you're such a slut, aren't you, babe?" He groans, pressing onto your throat at the right places to make your mind all fuzzy. ,,Only for you." You tug at your nipple when you feel his big, tattooed hand around your neck. He leans down, kissing down the valley of your tits. You tug your bra down for him, allowing him to kiss, lick and suck all he wants. ,,Need you deeper, Jungkook," you say. ,,Turn around for me, babe," he tells you. ,,Lay flat on your tummy." You do as he tells you. Jungkook pulls one of the couple pillows that are perched against the headboard of your bed, placing it beneath your stomach. He slides his cock back inside and oh fuck, his dick is so so deep and brushing your g-spot just perfectly. ,,God, this is good, Jungkook. So damn good, ohh." Jungkook's balls hitting you over and over again rings through the room. The wet sounds your pussy produces get louder the more Jungkook pounds you from behind. You love feeling him as deep as possible. His palms skim over your back and goose bumps bloom on your skin right after. Brushing your hair to one shoulder he starts licking a stripe up your neck. ,,Not too many," you warn. ,,Hm?" He nibbles at your earlobe. ,,Hickeys. Not

too many, please." ,,Okay, I promise, my angel." Mouth back on

your neck he sucks your skin between his lips. You feel so good like this. There are sparks of pleasure in every corner of your body and they engorge the more Jungkook thrusts his cock inside you in that tempo. You whine, feeling your body get ready for the roll of bliss that will root everywhere inside you. It crashes over you with a small push, coaxing your hands to grip at the sheets beneath you to not get overwhelmed by the intense feeling. ,,That's my girl," Jungkook praises. Giving your neck little smooches. He fucks you through your high and you're certain that you see the stars behind your closed eyelids. ,,Want to ride me?" You nod lazily, slowly getting up with Jungkook's help. He sits against the headboard, pulling you by the waist to have you seated on his lap. Your small hands grabs his cock, while your grip his shoulder with your other one. You guide him to your cunt, gradually sinking down on his beautiful cock. You moan in unison, wrapping your arms around his neck. ,,Your pussy is heaven," he mutters. His fists are full with the meat of your ass. You start moving, rocking your hips back and forth first before Jungkook helps you to go up and down on his length. Your tits bounce with every rise of your hips and he unclasps your bra to get a better look at them bouncing in front of his face. He kneads them, circling his tongue around a nipple before he lightly tugs at them with his teeth. You mewl, pulling the hair on the nape of his neck. ,,Just like that. Your hips are a blessing, shit. You're so good," he encourages, face between squished between your big tits. ,,Jungkook." ,,Yeah? Gonna cum again?" He draws circles on your clit when you nod, hand grabbing your face by the cheeks and making you pout by the pressure of his fingers. ,,Be my good girl and coat my cock with all your juices, yeah? Can you do that for me?" Letting his hand fall down to your throat he gives you the chance to speak, but all that bubbles past your lips are curses and whines and moans. Your pleasure intensifies — subtly at first but then it starts to escalate more and more quickly until your whole body tenses with one of the best feelings in the world. Jungkook wraps his arms around you, pushing you down the mattress and hovering over you again. Your high is still sending you into another dimension while he fucks you rough and fast, aiming for his own orgasm. ,,Can I cum on your tits?" he asks, watching them roll with every snap of his hip. ,,Spill your cum all over my tits, Koo," you say, palming them as you talk. He bites back a moan as he hastily pulls his cock from your tight cunt, straddling your waist and pumping it right above your chest. He had other plans in mind, but when he saw your perfectly round tits bounce in front of his face his plans drastically changed. Hot white cum spurts over your breasts and Jungkook whines above you. When he emptied all of his seed on you, you rub some of it into your skin. You swipe your finger across his cum, teasingly holding it in front of his eyes. ,,Want some?" you grin, not even waiting for an actual answer before you put it in your mouth. But Jungkook stops you before you can swallow, pressing his lips on yours. ,,Don't swallow," he demands. ,,Open for me." You open your cum coated mouth and Jungkook spits on your tongue. Before you can close your mouth, he drags his tongue inside, tasting himself and your saliva on your wet muscle. It's so obscene and gross that it turns you on, making your pussy yearn for more. After a couple of seconds of swirling your tongue around each other he lets go of you and allows you to swallow. That night you both fool around some more, Jungkook shows you new things you've never tried before, and you have a lot of fun - well, up until you hear the door open downstairs and your parents entering the house. You've never seen Jungkook put on his clothes that quick before, stumbling over his own feet while changing and making you laugh out loud - the alarmed expression he sent your way only made you giggle louder and

didn't have quite the effect he wanted to achieve. And then he hopped out of your window before you could give him a proper good night kiss.

~ that one afternoon when you said those magic words to me ,,Hey." Jungkook's soft voice rings through your ear, his velvety tone making your heart flutter with giddiness. He nudges your cheek with his nose. Your eyes trail off of the words in your book and you avert your gaze at his radiant face. Jungkook glows today, he looks ethereal and stunning every single day, but today he shines like the stars at night. ,,I love you." A moment of silence passes by. I love you, I love you, I love you. Your brain repeats his words for what feels like an eternity. He said it. And your heart is teeming with love for him too. ,,I love you," you say back. Jungkook didn't expect you to say it back. He only said it because you looked so cute lying down on the towel, completely enraptured in reading your romance book, a sheepish smile adorning your face every time you come across a soppy line in the book. Usually he is able to maintain an unaffected disguise while his chest is brimming with adoration for you and thinks about other stuff to distract himself, but today he couldn't pretend. Today he couldn't suppress the impulse of telling you how much he loves you. And then it just happened. But it seems like you enjoyed hearing it. Jungkook knows that you are trying to hide it, but you don't know that he is aware of every emotion that crosses you, despite your attempts of hiding it. Maybe he is crazy, too obsessed with studying every change of reaction from you, but he can't take his eyes off you whenever you're with him. Can't stop himself from gawking at every little detail you have to offer. You're too precious, too adorable, too loveable. He never felt so deeply for another person. Jungkook thinks that he never met a person like you before. You are the perfect match for each other. He hopes he doesn't need to meet someone else that fits him so perfectly in the future. Because in Jungkook's world you are his future. Jungkook smiles, and his face is like the sun. He bops his nose with yours, bunny smile on display. ,,I love you," he repeats. A giddy smile tugs on your lips. ,,I love you." And suddenly Jungkook leans forward, catching your lips in a heated kiss. Your book slips down to your side as Jungkook catches you off guard when he hovers over you, moving his lips against yours in a fierce way. The trees rustle in the background, the laughter from your friends, who are playing in the water, reaches you, but Jungkook and you couldn't care less about your surroundings. The sloppy sounds of your hungry lips seeking each other mouths sounds like a beautiful melody in your ears. His tongue dips into your mouth, slowly dancing around yours before moving on to sucking your lower lip. You moan softly, spreading your legs a little when he bites your lip. His hand skims down to your thigh and he rubs over your soft skin, over and over again. You love him, you love this boy so much that it aches in your chest. Without much self control you allow your hands to roam over his broad shoulders. The feeling of his buff body on your fingers elicits little sparkles of fire to burn though your veins. Making you hotter with every passing second that you can feel him with your touch. It prickles. Starting from your toes to your head. You tell yourself that it's the sun beaming down on you, but when you feel that particular warmth arising between your legs, you can't blame it on the sun anymore. His hands are now grasping the doughy skin on your waist. He stops your little make out session to whisper another I love you against your lips. And you pull him closer by his neck to answer him. And then he kisses you again, with the exact same amount of energy and determination as when he started, because there's no better thing in the world than hearing the person your world revolves around returning your love. (And maybe he is also driven by the fact that your body feels so good under his hands and with every minute passing gets more passionate for you. But he likes to keep it in the more

romantic way.) But soon enough the moment is over. ,,Hey! Get a room!" Taehyung shouts from the lake, throwing a small beach ball in your direction. ,,We're not doing anything!" you argue. ,,I bet you a hundred dollars that Jungkook had other plans in mind." Jungkook has a shy grin plastered on his face. You giggle at his expression. ,,Now both of you come in! We wanna play water volleyball," Taehyung says. ,,Oh, and please bring the ball with you." Jungkook places another smooch on your kiss. And then your cheek. And then your nose before he finally stands up again, taking you with him in the process. He fixes the strap of your bikini top before intertwining your hands. ,,Go and get it yourself," you tease as Jungkook and you walk over to the lake. Taehyung groans. ,,You both are annoying." Jungkook's only reaction is giving him the middle finger. Taehyung should fuck off, he doesn't know what it feels like to be in love - and not just in love, that's an understatement - Taehyung doesn't know how it feels like to be in love with you.

~

You love the lake. That's why you've got immediately excited when Sooyoung told you that the guys were planning a little party by the lake in the evening. While everyone else was still getting the alcohol out of their cars and prepping some things up, you decided to stay with Jungkook on his towel that he laid out in the grass, in front of the lake. He was already lying down when you arrived here. And without even opening his eyes he accepted you lifting his arm up and making room for yourself to snuggle up at his side. No one sends a weird glance at the both of you. For them it was obvious that you would end up together when you'd visit because, well, Jungkook and you are inseparable. You're meant for each other. Though you saw Jungkook today already - he took you out to watch a movie at the movie theatre - it feels like decades have past since you last saw him. ,,You smell different," you say. That was the first thing you noticed when you snuggled to his side. You crane your neck and look at him, flushing when you notice he had been already staring at you. ,,I smoked before I came here." ,,Is that why your pupils are dilated so much?" You tilt your head upwards and take a glance at his eyes. ,,Did you ever hear that pupils dilate when you look at someone you're in love with?" He says as he looks down at you. Your heart throbs at his use of the L-word. You ignore it, too scared to inquire more about his feelings. ,,Uh, y-yeah. I think I heard it somewhere." You hide your face in his chest. That wasn't what you expected. A resentful feeling blooms in Jungkook's chest. He hoped for a different reaction. His fault though, he should have foreseen it. You try to forget what he just told you, despite your whole body yearning for his words. Yearning to return them. But you both shouldn't be doing this. ,,Last one to get into the lake is a looser!" Taehyung suddenly screams, running towards the jetty and jumping into the lake with a huge splash. You smile, dragging yourself up. ,,Come on," you nudge Jungkook's side. You take off your pink and white heart plaid top and shimmy out of your high waist shorts. Jungkook needs to swallow when he takes your bikini in. It's light purple with little daisies printed all over them. He won't even allow himself to think about how beautifully the material hugs your tits and how badly he just wants to rip it off your chest to feel them. He arrives back to reality when he feels your hands moving his shirt up his body. He helps you, taking his t-shirt completely off. When you're both ready to get into the lake - and after you stole some glances off his toned chest - you jump into the lake as well. You feel free. As free as never before. And you cling onto that feeling. Keeping it safe inside your heart to never forget it. ~ You're curled up against Jungkook's side, his arm securely wrapped around your body. He whispers something in your ear, making you giggle and swatting his naked chest playfully. ,,God, I'm getting sick of watching you guys. There's literally no difference from now and back when we were high-school students," Sooyoung grimaces and stands up. You roll your eyes. ,,You're just jealous because Ji-" ,,Shut up!" You press your lips together, but can't force the smile away that forms on your mouth. Sooyoung gives you a long glare, before she walks off. ,,What's the matter?" Jungkook asks as soon as he's sure that she won't pick up on your conversation. ,,She has a crush on Jimin, but it's pretty difficult with him, cause...he's flirtatious with everyone. And Sooyoung's trying to make it really obvious that she is flirting with him, but he doesn't really understand it? I don't know, Jimin has a hard time grasping that Sooyoung likes him and she's pretty frustrated with him. I mean, I told her to just talk with him, but she wants to be sure that he has something for her too before she makes a move." ,,Ah, I see. But I think she shouldn't be too upset about it - Jimin definitely has a thing for her too." ,,How would you

know?" ,,Just look at him," Jungkook replies, pointing his chin at Jimin. You avert your gaze from Jungkook's starlight filled eyes to Jimin, who's sitting somewhere near the uncountable glasses and cans of alcohol. His eyes are fixated on Sooyoung, who is occupied with talking to Taehyung, a small - you have to squint your eyes to really catch it - smile curving his mouth. He watches her intently, looking like he can't force his eyes off of her. ,,Oh my god," you mumble, shocked about how unsuspecting you were all this time about something apparently so obvious. ,,But don't tell her yet, she should suffer and get more frustrated before she knows." ,,Why do you still feel hatred towards my best friend?!" Your brows pinch as you look up to him, ready to fight Jungkook if he says something wrong. ,,She slapped me at junior prom!" ,,She had a good reason to!" you defend your best friend. ,,Fuck, I'm never going to forgive myself for not asking you out." Jungkook shakes his head, still crestfallen about his decisions back in high school. ,,Me too," you sulk. Just a couple minutes later Chanyeol and Taehyung sit down next to you both and you instantly fall into a pleasant conversation with them. ,,Hey, Jungkook," Chanyeol says, after you talked about that one math teacher in high-school that had a not so secret affair with one of the students. You confessed that you actually found him hot too, and maybe daydreamed about him when you had his class and all three of them gave you sideway glances. ,,Hm?" He doesn't look at Chanyeol, more interested in squeezing your bare hip and whispering everything but innocent stuff in your ear. ,,You never told me why you didn't take the scholarship." Jungkook stops his teasing as soon as he hears those words and looks over at Chanyeol with hesitant eyes. ,,A scholarship?" you ask confused. You've never heard Jungkook getting a scholarship before. Taehyung remains silent. ,,I just didn't feel like it anymore," Jungkook replies. And though you have no clue what this is about, he doesn't seem quite convincing. A surprised laughter bubbles from Chanyeol's lips. ,,Bro, that was a huge thing! You can't tell me that you just didn't feel like it anymore. You've worked so hard to get there and then you didn't take the chance all of a sudden." ,,What scholarship are you talking about?" You look at Chanyeol. You feel like he would give you more answers than Jungkook. Perhaps because you feel him slowly slipping away from your tangled bodies and sits more upright, creating a small distance. ,,He got a scholarship for one of the top football teams, and he didn't take it." You turn your head to Jungkook, mouth agape in shock. ,,When?" ,,In senior year," Chanyeol answers. ,,Wait, why didn't you take that opportunity?" you ask, but Jungkook shrugs it off. ,,I just answered that." And with that he pushes your arms off his body. He stands up and strolls away. He joins Namjoon who is busying himself with mixing alcohol together. You stare after him, a bit dumbfounded at his abrupt occurrence of aloofness. ,,You didn't know about it?" Chanyeol questions and you shake your head. ,,Weird..." He never told you. For whatever reason. ,,Maybe y'all shouldn't ask him about stuff he clearly doesn't want to talk about," Taehyung speaks up before getting up too and joining Jungkook. You feel left out, perhaps even a little hurt, and can't seem to find a reason why Jungkook would ever hide something so big from you. ~ You're drunk. With Jungkook not being on your side you got a little bored. No offense to your other friends, but you just needed something to lift up your mood a little. And now you're on a hunt to find Jungkook. Well, not quite a hunt, because he's literally standing a few metres away from you, talking to Namjoon. ,,Koo," you whine. You hug his arm, boobs pressing against him as you look up at him with a pout. You cut him off in the middle of his sentence. He heaves a little sigh and sneaks an arm around your waist. ,,What is it?"

,,Missed you." ,,I was here the whole time, babe." ,,But you were talking with him," - you point your chin at Namjoon - ,,And not me." ,,I didn't think you'd need my company. You seemed to have a lot of fun with Chanyeol back there." You did have fun. But you won't admit that, because even if you're drunk, you're not stupid. You don't want to irritate Jungkook further. ,,Yeah, well, what else am I gonna do if you leave me without another word?" One hand slides to his toned stomach, abs flexing under the brush of your fingers. ,,It's not like you don't see Namjoon everyday in your life anyway..." you sass. Namjoon lifts his palms in surrender. ,,Sorry, didn't know someone wanted some alone time with her boy," he smiles. ,,He's all yours now." He winks at your direction before he leaves. ,,Are you mad at me?" you ask. ,,I'm not mad at you." ,,Kiss me if you aren't mad." You purse your lips. Jungkook smiles a little at your cuteness. Then he leans down, pecking your lips the softest he has ever done. ,,Hey," you complain. ,,A kiss. No peck." You purse your lips again, waiting for his mouth. ,,How do you define a kiss?" ,,Tongue, lots of tongue." He chuckles. ,,You want lots of tongue?" ,,Pretty please." When your mouths clash together, and his tongue dips into your mouth, you couldn't have been more satisfied. They dance around each other, wet muscles exploring already familiar territory. You stand in front of him now. His hand are anchored in the soft curves of your hips, a hand sneakily wandering down to give your ass a good squeeze for a second. You moan lightly, placing your hands on his defined chest. ,,Was that enough tongue?" He breathes against your lips. ,,Uh-huh," you nod, shyly biting your lip. As you look into his face while normalising your breathing again, you can't believe how handsome he is. And then those eyes. God, you'd never get bored of staring into these stunning eyes. It's tragic that you won't get to stare into them for the rest of your life. You cup his face with both your hands. ,,Jungkook," you sigh dreamily, the stars in his eyes twinkling like a greeting. ,,I love..." You pause. Head is spinning, maybe from the alcohol but you think it's rather the beautiful shining orbs that rob your mind from being capable of speaking normal. Jungkook tenses. ,,I love these eyes," you finally finish. He exhales, but not in relief. ,,You drank too much." A tint of worry covers his voice as he looks straight back into your eyes, glancing at you like he is trying to figure something out. ,,Mh, no," you pout. ,,I forgot how...I forgot how beautiful you are." ,,What?" His brows pinch. You don't make any sense. ,,I-I don't like that," you mutter. Your eyes get teary. ,,I don't want to forget anything about you. You're special, Jungkook. You're so special to me." Voice shaking and lips quivering, you cup his face harder, squishing his cheeks. Jungkook grabs your wrist. ,,It's okay. It's okay to forget," Unlike you his voice is soft and not on the verge of almost crying. He tries to comfort you, but his attempt is fruitless. You shake your head. ,,N-no. Not you. Everyone, but you." Your grip loosens. Tears blurring your vision. ,,As long as you keep me in here," - Jungkook places his hand over his heart - ,,it's fine." You reach for your heart. ,,You are in there. Always." With the other hand still on his face your skim your thumb over his bottom lip. ,,Then it's okay if you forget." ,,Yeah?" you ask, hope lingering in your voice. ,,Yeah." ,,I think...I think I'll keep you in here forever," you say, the promise oh so easily falling from your lips. ,,You'll keep me in your heart forever?" He brushes a strand of hair out of your face, a tiny smile forming on his lips. You nod, eyes never leaving his sparkly ones. ,,Am I...Am I in yours too?" you ask hesitantly. Chest tightening as you await his answer. Jungkook furrows his brows. ,,Y/n..." His pitying tone prompts you to drop your gaze down to his chest. Stupid question.

Why did you even bother asking? Of course he is over you. You were his first love, a foolish crush he had on a random girl in his school, nothing more. ,,Do you really think that you've ever left my heart?" Surprised, your eyes trail back to his face. ,,Really?" ,,Really." A giddy smile graces your features. ,,Promise me that I'll stay in your heart forever?" You hold your pinky up. ,,I promise." He holds his up too, and you both do the pinky promise. You like that he didn't hesitate for a second. It makes you feel comforted. ,,Kookie," you say, hand reaching down to hold hands with his, but instead he interlaces his fingers with yours. He hums on your neck, chills sprouting on your skin. ,,Can you take some pictures of me in the lake?" ,,Sure." He gives your neck a smooch, and you tiptoe to peck his cheek in return. He doesn't shy away from giving your ass a good squeeze before moving on with you. Seconds later, you're both in the water. You handed Jungkook your phone and he stepped back a bit to be able to capture your whole figure on the picture. ,,Hold on a sec," he says, strolling back toward you again. Without explaining, he pulls the strap of your bikini top - that unknowingly fell off your shoulder - back on your shoulder. ,,Thank you," you say, batting your eyelashes up at him. He doesn't even notice. He is more focused on fixing your hair, keeping you all pretty for the pictures he is about to take from you. ,,My beautiful girl...," he mumbles, most likely not realising that he said it out loud. A vivacious ripple hurries through you, leading to a warmth that spreads across your skin, though you are standing in cold water. You pose for him and he takes countless of pictures with your phone. He isn't even aware of the smile on his lips. ,,Honestly, you could use all of them," Jungkook says as he hands your phone back. You giggle. Standing next to him and opening the front camera you hold the phone into the air, getting both of you into the frame. His arm is around your waist. Your cheek is pressed against his chest, in the next one you look up at him and then you take one with your lips pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. ,,And you could post all of these," you tell him, putting you phone on top of the jetty. ,,I don't post a lot on Instagram." ,,I know." ,,You know?" ,,Mhm," you simply say. You're drunk, but not stupid enough to tell him about your secret account that you follow him with. You steer the conversation into another direction. ,,Remember when you fucked me here, in the middle of the lake, at like 2 am back then?" Of course Jungkook remembers. How could he ever forget that eventful night? It was hot and steamy, but also clumsy as the both you never did it in the water before. At first Jungkook had to convince you to get into the lake in the middle of the night. You were scared of the dark and scared of the water. But after Jungkook sprung into the lake, complete naked, you soon followed him after he teasingly splashed water on you. It was a fun night, one of those that you'll never forget and that will always put a smile on your face whenever that memory comes back to mind. ,,Yeah, I remember." ,,Wanna do it again?" ,,Hell no, not there are so many people around, and you're drunk." ,,But you look so hot right now, Jungkook. You're making me feel horny." ,,The alcohol is making you horny." ,,Did you see yourself? Buff and big and wet. I bet my pussy is as wet as the lake right now." A scandalised chuckle bubbles from Jungkook's throat. ,,Shit, I didn't know you're that drunk." ,,I want your cock," you demand like a child. ,,Babe, no." ,,You don't like it when other people watch me getting fucked by you?" ,,Of course I don't like that - wait," he pauses, levels you with a curios stare, cocking his head - ,,Do you like getting watched by people?" ,,I don't care as long as your cock is inside me." You shrug. ,,You got an exhibitionism kink?" ,,You got one too!" you defend yourself. ,,Not that I know of?" ,,In the

gym? You totally didn't care that someone could enter the room at any second." ,,Because I knew that no one would visit the gym in the morning." ,,Yeahh, whatever." One hand tantalisingly skims over his chest. You get closer to Jungkook, looking up at his face that's full of doubt. You pepper a few kisses on his collarbone, slowly reaching up to his neck. ,,Wanna fuck me now? I bet they can't see anything from where they are." ,,You really think so?" he asks, uncertainty coating his words as he turns back to casts a glance at your friends. ,,Dunno, wanna find out?" The cheeky grin on your face nearly makes him groan out load. ,,God, babe, you're gonna be the death of me." ,,Don't die before giving me dick one last time," you sulk. You loop your arms around his neck. Jungkook grabs your hips and pulls you up. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and he walks further into the lake, the distance between you and the people in the back not far enough for him. ,,Don't go too deep," you plead, looking down at the water reaching higher with every step Jungkook takes. The lake still scares you at night. ,,I won't, babe," he reassures, pecking your temple. ,,I won't fuck you now," Jungkook says as he stops, finally having found the perfect spot and distance. ,,But..." A sullen sounds erupts from you and with big eyes you look at him, batting your eyelashes. ,,Do you want to cum or not?" ,,Fine," you huff, pecking his nose to make the piercing stare on his face go away. It actually works, his features soften in an instant.  ,,Like in the movie theater?" ,,Hm?" ,,You wanna do it like we did in the movie theater?" ,,Yeah, sure." Without a warning, you slide your hand into his swim shorts. Wrapping your fingers around his half erected cock you hear him gasping. ,,Always so eager, aren't you?" he hisses, hooking his fingers in your bikini bottom and dragging his digits along your wet folds. ,,Jesus, your pussy is soaking wet. What a little slut you are." ,,Please put them inside me," you whisper. You tug at the front of his shorts, freeing his dick to have better access to it. You spit in your palm to lubricate it better. ,,Want your pussy filled up?" ,,Mhmm, please," you mewl, dragging your fingers along the nape of his neck. He can't resist your compliant whines, two tattooed fingers vanishing into the tightness of your greedy pussy. You gasp, head falling on his chest as you relish the feeling of his long fingers stretching you open. Despite the pleasure sparking within you, you don't neglect his cock. Hand stroking him in your firm grasp, foreskin getting dragged down with every pull downward. ,,You like getting fucked and pleasured everywhere and whenever you want, don't you?" You lean back again, nodding to his words as you think about all the places that Jungkook fucked you. You are both way too needy and obsessed with each other to withstand the urge to do it everywhere it's possible. ,,I can't help myself when I'm with you." His fingers a drilling into you with a fast pace. You furrow your brows when he curls his fingers, digits brushing over the sweetest area within you. ,,Hide your face, babe. Don't show them how your pretty face looks like when I pleasure you." You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. Teeth sinking into the soft flesh of his neck as the sensation of your sweet spot getting caressed burns through your veins. ,,Jungkook," you whine, eyes tightly pressed close. ,,Mhm, what is it, babe?" he whispers, voice strained as he forces himself to hold back the loud moans. ,,You're so good to me," your slur, mind fogged with pleasure. ,,How could I not when you always need me, hm?" Voice soft, gentle and so tender. It makes you want to stay in his arms forever. ,,'m always needy for you," you agree. Your thumb rubs over his cockhead, palm squeezing him with just the perfect amount of strength. ,,Yes you are. You're my needy little slut, aren't you?" You hum in response, maybe a little whiner than intended, but at

this point you lost control of everything. ,,You want to cum so badly, don't you?" he coos into your ear, his soft voice making your walls quiver. ,,Please," you sigh, fingers tightly pulling at the hair on the nape of his neck. ,,Yeah? Want me to make you cum, babe?" ,,Uh-huh," you press out. The curl of his fingers when he pushes them back in and the drag back inside is coaxing the sweetest sounds out of you, not as loud as usual, but they still have the same effect on Jungkook. Your little tones send arousal straight down his cock, the way your pumping him making him throb in your small hand. ,,Shit." Jungkook would die to see your expression right now. Get a glimpse at your pretty face twisted in pleasure as he fucks his fingers in and out of you. ,,Such a dirty girl. Wants to get fucked in the lake. In front of all of her friends." His fingers move faster, rubbing your g-spot the most pleasant you've ever experienced. As you register the meaning of his words, your eyes peek over his shoulders to have a look at the people gathered on the grass. Talking, laughing, drinking. Everyone is occupied with doing something. Well, that's what you think until you come across Taehyung. He sits on a folding chair, leaning back, legs stretched and casually moving his beer in his hand. Taehyung's eyes are focused on you. Looking straight at you, wrapped around Jungkook's body. If you wouldn't be that drunk and blinded from the incoming wave of pleasure you'd bashfully look away. But with the alcohol running through your veins, combined with the pleasure increasing with every stroke of Jungkook's fingers, you can't seem to take your eyes off Taehyung's. You can't see much, but the knowing smirk on Taehyung's face is impossible to overlook. He parenthetically takes a sip from his beer, acting oh so casual and not like he is watching you and Jungkook getting each other off. You suck your lip in, a smile forming on them as you think about the absurdity of this situation. ,,So dirty. You're so fucking dirty," Jungkook hisses. And how dirty you are. If he would only know. ,,I'm close," you whisper, strained. ,,Are you close too?" ,,Yeah, you want to cum together?" You nod. Sending Taehyung one last glance before you screw your eyes shut, the pleasure burning through your body creeping into every corner of your body. Jungkook's cock twitches in your hand when you move faster. Legs tightening around him, and thighs trembling, you come with a shaky gasp, the same time as Jungkook's load shoots over your hand. The whiny moan he utters makes you jerk in his hold, his sounds are like a sweet melody in your ear that you can't get enough of. You nuzzle your face deeper into his body, the comfort he radiates very much needed. Your walls flutter around his fingers as he gently moves them inside, riding out your high. With torpid eyes you scan the people on the grass. Taehyung isn't sitting and watching you anymore, he went off to Jimin and is talking to him. Standing with his bare back facing you. You pull Jungkook's shorts back up when his cock softens, cleaning your cum painted hand in the water. ,,This was good," Jungkook slurs, heaving a satisfied sigh against your ear. You hum in agreement. A gentle breeze swirls around you and you hug Jungkook tighter. ,,You cold?" ,,Kinda." ,,Then let's get you out of the water and tucked into a warm towel." His caring side warms you heart, which is also why you can't stop peppering smoochies all over his face and neck while he walks the both of you out of the lake.

~ Spending your day at Jungkook's place feels like heaven. You both have a lot of fun - maybe a little too much when you think about all the rooms that Jungkook made you cum - spending the day resting, talking, cuddling, and...well, fucking too. You can't recall the last time you felt this insouciant. Lying in bed with Jungkook and doing nothing all day long feels domestic and comforting. You stand in front of the mirror of his bedroom. Wanting to take a quick video of yourself for you Instagram Story. You don't particularly wear something beautiful right now - a way too big t-shirt from Jungkook and your hair pulled into a messy bun would have to complete the best you're going to look today. You start recording when suddenly Jungkook appears behind you. Realising that you're taking a video, he stands behind you and places his hands on your waist. He rests his chin on your head. It's a cute video - well, would have been when Jungkook would have actually left his hands where they were and wouldn't have started to let one hand sneak up your body and grab a handful of your boob. He nuzzles his face into the curve of your neck and kisses you there, revealing your bruised and marked skin by brushing your hair behind your shoulder. ,,I can't post this, Jungkook," you pout, rewatching the clip. ,,I don't care," he shrugs, pulling you closer to him so that your back is pressed against his front. ,,Just let me do another video without touching me inappropriately, okay?" He nods. And his breath tickles your skin. His hands stay at your waist this time. His face is not recognisable from the way he has it nuzzled in your neck. You smile and end the short video just after a few seconds. ,,I made some breakfast for us," he says, palms wandering over your body again. You look at the time on your phone. ,,Or brunch," he rephrases before you can say anything. You turn your head to quirk an eyebrow at him. ,,Well, okay, it's lunch then. I made lunch for us." You giggle and head towards the kitchen with Jungkook. ~ It's an hour later. You're back in bed. When Jungkook and you woke up this morning and he said that he wants to spent the whole day in bed with you, he wasn't lying. You're not complaining though, you love being in his company. You love everything about it. Both of you are busy with your phones. You were about to put it back on the nightstand and cuddle Jungkook from the side when you got an unexpectedly message from your manager. And within a few minutes your heart gets heavy. You swallow the sorrow down your throat. But it's okay, you tell yourself. Sooner or later this would've happened anyways. ,,Jungkook." ,,Hm?" His long fingers absentmindedly brush over your thigh, eyes focused on his phone. ,,I have to leave tomorrow morning." He perks up, fingers stopping in their movement, a confused and shocked expression falling on his face as he looks at you. ,,Tomorrow?" You nod. ,,They changed my schedule and now I have a shooting on Saturday." ,,Who changed the schedule?" ,,The brand." ,,Who were you texting with?" ,,Logan. That's my manager," you say, swiftly showing him your screen, which shows the text messages you've been sending each other. His profile picture - a selfie he took in front of the beach - a little circle on the top. ,,So, you're leaving tomorrow?" You sigh. ,,Yeah." ,,For a photo shooting?" You hum, typing a new message when Logan texts you some information about the shooting. ,,You're really leaving a day earlier for that?" The derision in his voice makes you look up at him. ,,That's my job, Jungkook. And if I have to leave a day earlier, then I'm going to do it." Jungkook mumbles something incoherent, but it's obvious that he said rude things. ,,What's your problem?" you confront him, sitting upright and turning to him. ,,Nothing. I'm just shocked that you'd rather leave everyone here and go earlier than planned." ,,It's just a day that I have to go earlier." ,,And? You haven't been here for three years. Do you not care about anyone

here?" You blink perplexed. What the hell is he saying? ,,What are you talking about? Of course I care about all of you. I missed everyone and I'm not happy that I have to leave tomorrow, but I don't have another option." ,,You don't have another option?" he scoffs. ,,Are you clinging onto every deal that you get with brands, because you're still small in the industry, or what?" And that's when you're done. That's when you're last bit of patience melted away by his audacious comment. When he points weapons at your deepest hurt. ,,Don't be so bitter about me still trying to achieve my goals because you gave up your dream for a stupid high school relationship!" ,,Stupid high school relationship? That's what you call it now?" He chuckles bitterly. ,,Nothing ever lives up to your standards, don't they? You think you're so much better than everyone and anything in this world. Fucking selfish and self-obsessed, that's what you are." ,,That's not who I am!" you defend, raising your voice. ,,Then how did you leave this town when you're not? Left everyone here and went off doing your thing without keeping contact with anyone? Stop clinging onto the version of you that you're pretending to be. It's sad looking at you, y/n." ,,Why the hell did you spend your time with me if that's what you think of me?" The pain he causes with his words evident in the way your voice thickened. ,,You're the one who's sad to watch," you say as you get out of the bed, hauling random words at him. ,,You are pathetic and ridiculous and pitiable." As you talk more, the blood starts boiling in your body and you spit these words out of pure anger and irritation. ,,I wish I had listened to my parents. They were right when they told me that you would only cause trouble." ,,And yet, you always sneaked out to see me." Cold, so cold. It hurts. It hurts so much. He's acting like he didn't care that you lied to your parents and sneaked out just for him, like he wasn't in love with you as well, like he didn't enjoy spending every minute of his free time with you. ,,I regret it now." You gather your clothes and belongings in a hurry. ,,I'm leaving." ,,Do what you're the best at." ,,I said I'm sorry!" you whirl around, brows pinched. Does he still not understand? What else is there to do after what you've done? Jungkook sits up, a piercing gaze fixed right at you. ,,You think your pathetic excuse is going to make me forget the hell that you brought me?!" he yells. ,,Did you still not realise that your actions caused so much pain? So much ache? So much broken pieces that I had to learn how to fix again?" Tears threathen to spill. You take a shaky breath. ,,Don't you think I had to go through the same stuff? I was in love with you too, Jungkook. I fucking loved you with every cell of my being and always thought that you'd be the one for me. I saw home in you when I had no one else." You harshly swallow the lump in your throat. ,,I hurt too when I had to leave, and I didn't know how I was supposed to handle all the pain! Letting you go was the hardest thing I've ever had to to!" Your vision is blurred, cheeks wet, voice trembling. And heart breaking. ,,You did that to yourself," he fires back, not even hiding the fact that he didn't get affected by the things you confessed to him. You wait, just a moment, but the expression on him remains and you know that he isn't that cold-hearted normally, but right now he is, and it hurts to see it when he uses is against you. ,,Whatever you say, Jungkook." You're tired. Done fighting. It's purposeless. Hastily, you grab the last few things and then storm out of his room, out of his apartment. Running home like a complete moron, but you need a place to feel safe now. Need comfort. Need silence. You don't even care about the bamboozled faces of your parents when you get home, walking past them with a face full of tears and sniffles coming past your lips. Once in your room, you let yourself fall onto your bed. Hugging your pillow tightly in your arms and start sobbing into the soft

material. Sobs and cries are the only sounds in the once lively room. Your chest shakes uncontrollably. Your nose starts running and you have to wipe your arm over your nose to get rid of snot. Body curls inwards as you hug the pillow tighter, nails digging into the plush. Suddenly you feel a warm hand on your back. You flinch, peeking over your shoulder. It's your mum. She carefully sits down on the edge of your bed, her hand rubbing over your back in comforting circles. You don't know why, but just the fact that she followed you, was worried enough to look what's wrong with you, causes more tears to stream down your face. You choke out another sob, sitting up to envelop your mother in your arms. You cry harder, fingers clinging onto her t-shirt. ,,Shh, I've got you," she whispers, hand slowly skimming over your head. You didn't know you needed this, but your thankful that she is here. ,,Let it all out, Sweetie. Your mum is always there for you." She doesn't ask why. She doesn't ask who. She doesn't ask when. She just lets you cry in her arms. Lets you wrap your arms around her as tight as you want, and lets you ruin her shirt with tears and snot. Lets you cry till your tired and can't stay upright anymore.

~ that one night when i left the warmest bed i've ever known ,,Good night, my angel,", Jungkook whispers before giving you a goodnight kiss. He rests his head back on the pillow, a secure arm wrapped around your body. ,,Good night." Your head lays against his bare chest, his heartbeat ringing in your ear in a soft rhythm. It's dark in Jungkook's room. The only source of light is the moon shining through his window. You don't feel well. It's your last day in your hometown - last day with Jungkook by your side. It makes your sick to your stomach, causes a lump in your throat that makes you want to cry. But you have dreams to follow. And sacrifices to make for them. It will rip you apart and you will have to figure out how to fix your heart, but you are going to be fine. You're always going to be fine. As you listen to his steady breathing, you try to enjoy being in his company for the last time. Try to capture the comfort you're feeling when you're with him. He doesn't know, but when he'll wake up, you won't be there anymore. No trace of you left behind - gone, completely vanished. Perhaps not the smartest decision, but you can't bring it over yourself to do it any other way. There's no way you're going to kiss him goodbye tomorrow morning, and then that's it. You can't endure to look at his eyes and then turn around and go. Jungkook doesn't deserve this kind of farewell, you know that, but it's the best like this, for both of your sake. Jungkook thinks that your flight departure is in the morning. He is wrong. You lied. It's in a couple of hours, in the middle of the night. And if you don't want to miss it, you have to leave this place soon. Minutes of absolute silence pass. You know you have to get up and go back home, you're parents are waiting and if you'll come too late they are going to make the ride to the airport worse than a long car ride with them already is. You carefully remove Jungkook's arm from your waist. Gingerly, you get out of his bed and tuck him under the covers. As you gather your stuff in the little bag, you suddenly feel like you should leave something of you behind. Maybe it's a complete trivial feeling, but the urge to leave a piece of you behind that'll remind Jungkook of you and will never let him forget you, rises in you, and you can't ignore it. Maybe he'll throw it away, you think as you place the little necklace - the one with the purple lilac pendant, that he gifted you - on his nightstand. Maybe he'll hate you for a lifetime and doesn't want to spend another second of his life thinking about you. He has the right to do so, you won't blame him. You look around the room. God, you're going to miss it. You always felt secure here, it was one of your safe places. As you stroll towards Jungkook, your stomach churns in discomfort. ,,I'm sorry, Jungkook," you whisper as quietly as possible. ,,I'm sorry, but I have to leave you." A short brush through his flawless raven hair before you continue, ,,I love you, forever, but I have to let you go." A sad smile adorns your face. ,,To be honest, I always thought that you deserve someone better than me. So here's your chance to find a girl that's perfect for you, and will stay with you for an eternity. I...I just hope you will find someone who'll take care of you and make you happy." You take a shaky breath. ,,I'm- I'm sorry that I couldn't do that for the past weeks and months. I know that you weren't happy with my decisions, I could see the truth in your eyes. I'm thankful that you still accepted it, and supported me. It means a lot. Really." You stop fleetingly, the tears behind your eyelids threatening to spill. ,,I'm sorry for all the pain I caused you. I...I hope you'll get happy when I'm gone, and I hope you will have someone on your side that will love you with all they've got. You deserve that. You deserve all the happiness in the world, Jungkook." Your knuckles brush over his soft cheek. ,,I'm going to miss you. So much. Probably everyday. And...and I hope you'll think of the memories

that we made fondly when you think about them. I'm also hoping that you won't hate me as much as I think you will when you wake up in the morning." You sigh heavily, the images of Jungkook waking up in a cold, empty bed in the morning making your heart ache. ,,But I know you will..." Softly, you peck his cheek. ,,I have to go now. I love you, and please forgive me. Not now. Not tomorrow. And maybe not in a year, but please forgive me, whenever that will be." A gentle kiss on his lips, and before you could say or do something he mumbles incoherent words, turning around and resting his head on your side of the bed, on your pillow. With his back turned to you, you gather the strength to turn around and let him go. Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me. It's like a mantra in your head as you hop out of his window. You don't look back. Your heart wants to turn back and hug him tightly and never leave his side, but your brain suppresses that urge and makes you move forward and brings you far, far away from him. ~ Calls calls calls calls. So many calls from Jungkook. You didn't pick up once. Didn't respond to any of the messages he send you within a span of two minutes. You were already in Los Angeles when he woke up and spammed you with text messages. At some point you turned off your phone, too scared and anxious to read his messages. But when you did finally read them, you broke inside. ~ jk <3 8:37 am hey did you go back home already? i told you i could help if there was packing left jk <3 8:45 am why aren't you answering my calls babe you're busy? i'll come over in fifteen, okay? jk <3 8:51 am babe you forgot your necklace here i'll bring it over too why did you take it off though :( jk <3 8:57 am still not answering huh are you eating breakfast with your parents? enjoy your meal jk <3 9:02 am i called your mum jk <3 9:04 am what the fuck y/n why would you leave without a fucking word?? am i not worth getting a proper goodbye from you? what the hell is wrong with you why do it secretly? i feel fucking fooled rn jk <3 9:07 am why would you lie to me? fuck im so fucking angry you know i wanted to come with you to the airport i prepared a whole surprise with presents for you because i love you and you decide to sneak out in the middle of the night and leave me like i'm just someone that you don't care for? fuck you seriously fuck you y/n jk <3 9:29 am falling for you was the biggest mistake of my life ~ Time flies by. Days, weeks, months. It's tragic, absolutely tragic what happened to the usual bright and cheerful boy. No longer bright, no longer cheerful, no longer having hope for anything. It pains seeing him. Everyone around him would agree. Jungkook is occupied with picking up the mess you created. Unfortunately, the crumbs that were left of you after your departure were too obdurate to get away with so effortlessly. It isn't easy to erase you out of his life, but he doesn't have another choice. You didn't give him another choice. He also can't make the ache go away by making you the villain, he tried - like so many other things - but it didn't work out. But there was this day, that one day, when Jungkook knew he couldn't continue like this anymore. He was in his room. High. Sitting on his bed and staring at the wall. It was impermanence that engulfed him here and now, and perhaps every other day as well. He never wanted to understand that every moment had an end, even the most precious, perfect and exhilarating moments were shaped by the time limit. But with the dwindling of time, with the look at the bare wall, with the drying of his tear glands, he felt the acceptance establishing within him. He wondered why people are so afraid of death when we face it every day, in small portions. Every end, every time limit, is a completion and a new beginning at the same time. And he was ready to start his new beginning.

~

The pebbles crackle under your feet as you slowly walk down the familiar path to the old, short jetty. You seek for comfort. And if your source of comfort isn't available - because he is the reason for your gloomy mood - then the one and only place filled with so many happy memories has to help you. Despite the walk to the lake your nose still feels stuffed from all the crying and your eyes are tired, probably blobbed with redness. You didn't care sparing a look in the mirror when you mustered up enough strength to climb out of your window and walk through the quite neighbourhood. When you take the last few steps on the gravel path, the lake finally disclosing after walking past trees and bushes, you don't expect a person - hit by the moonlight in the quiet night - sitting on the rusty jetty, foot dangling over the lake and leaning back on his hands to observe the sky. You halt. You don't need to come closer to know who that person is. The dark clothes, the divine profile and the moonlight kissed skin tells you enough to recognise the lonely dreamer on the bridge. You gather up courage before walking over the jetty, the old wood creaking as you stride to the end of it, sitting down next to Jungkook. Maybe it's faith that brought you to him, and failed your attempt of escaping Jungkook's warm soul. Maybe the universe knows how much you need to be with him. He doesn't look at you. You don't look at him. Nobody talks. Just the serene ambience engulfing both of you in its gratifying secureness. The quietness speaking more than thousand words could. Feeling him next to you is strange, like consolation you hadn't thought you'd need. Jungkook is looking up at the star filled sky, you look down at the moonlit lake. The sparks of the stars glistening on the surface. No words must be spoken to let the other one know that you are sorry for what you did and said, regardless of if you scarred the other with your actions years ago or only yesterday. You're both sorry for everything that went wrong, every harsh word that slipped out of you in all the fury and petulance and was wrongfully thrown at a tender soul. After all, love doesn't only elicit beautiful moments, but also atrocious and tragic ones. Love can elicit selfishness. Pure greed to get more and more of your partner, to have them only for yourself and act reckless to obtain your desire. When you're so into someone that you cannot possibly want anything else in life than their love. But what if, despite all the acts of showing your love and longing for them, they decide to leave? The emotions take a different path, a path that love shouldn't be evoking, but it does and it's cruel. So utterly cruel. Feelings turn into frenzy and wrath when they decide to go and leave, when they turn their back to you and leave you out there standing. Love makes you do things that are out of your control, out of every ounce of rightness, because it's so wicked. Agonisingly, there is no thing in the world that could protect you from love. It comes with a short mellow breeze, tightly wraps around your heart and never plans on leaving once it has you completely enticed in its wicked spell - masked in dainty sparkling stars that twinkle in a way that blinds you from the insidious shadows. Although Jungkook's distinct knowledge about love, he couldn't find himself being afraid of it, because after all, he fell in love with you. And you are the most beautiful creature he has ever seen, so perfect in all the ways he could ever imagine. So how could he ever be scared of love, if it was you? It doesn't make sense. It still doesn't cease the greed and selfishness that it provokes, but even with that - Jungkook cannot close his eyes and pretend that you didn't steal his heart on that casual but oh so magical school day when you noticed him, gave him a bashful smile and giggled with your friend after you turned to her again. The excited bubble that sprung in his chest, the ghost of a giddy and coy smile on his lips, his flushed ears and sweaty hands were prove enough

that Jungkook was so into you. An exchange of a laconic glance and he was head over heels for you. There is no way his heart will ever be the same before he fell for you. It's yours. Forever. But now he is sitting here, defeated and tired and lost from every thing that has been going on. And you are tired too. Though being with Jungkook it was easy to forget about all the emotions that are resting within you. That weight on your back that has been so heavy to endure - especially for the last few months. Jungkook helped to get that weight off your back. You think you can faintly remember thinking that you thought it was finally over, that every burden and problem was gone, but you shortly came to the realisation that, no, it's certainly not like that. The naive thought only occurred, because Jungkook made you forget all the pain. Swathed them in a pink blanket and covered those negative feelings with his comforting and cheerful stance. That bunny smile and doe eyes blinded you from the bad things. But they are still there. The bothersome weight never left you and you soon won't have Jungkook to make you feel like everything is good, and like you're perfectly fine because he won't be there anymore. You're not fine. You don't feel okay. You don't feel happy. And you have no idea how to cope with all of that. You always played pretend and never seriously tried to deal with your emotions. But Jungkook gave you a glimpse of real happiness, real contentment, real fulfilment. It made you realise that you want that back. You want those real feelings of joy and happiness back, not the attempts of faux delight when you really just felt like crawling back to bed and isolate yourself from the entire world. It gets so exhausting every single day. You're not only exhausted, but also frightened of your future. You still didn't achieve your big goals you always dreamed of. And the constant reminder of your lack of success is making every day harder than it already is. When Jungkook asked if you feel home at your place back in Los Angeles you said yes. You didn't even dare to say anything else. But yet, the answer was a total lie. You pretended to feel like you belong there for these past years, lied to yourself to make life more bearable. But now that you were back in Jungkook's arms for a couple of days, you can't even fake it for yourself anymore. The difference between those two places so crystal clear that it's beyond the bounds of possibility to continue feigning. You were foolish to think that your place in Los Angeles is your home. It's funny, you truly thought you could build yourself a new home - completely alone, in a new city - when Jungkook was the first ever reason you knew what home felt like. So how did you ever think that you would be able to face the challenge on your own? Why didn't you think it all through before you went off and started a new life? At least you can say that you tried. You didn't give up and tried to make things work with every ounce of your being, and maybe they did kind of work, just not for the void inside of you that started becoming bigger with every day you spent alone in that apartment. But spending the week at your hometown was probably the best decision you made in the last three years. And that's all because of Jungkook.  As you look at Jungkook you get that fuzzy and warm feeling, the one that's so familiar and intimate. You found home between his arms. No thing, no place, no person would feel more like home than Jungkook. The realisation hits you with a warm shudder that nestles in the depth of your heart. Leaves a fuzzy feeling inside you, that you didn't know you longed for that desperately. Home. Home, home, home. Jungkook is your home. He is your safe place. Where you don't have to play pretend, don't have to hide emotions, don't have to say anything to let him know - because he always knows - and don't have to laugh when you feel like crying. Because he is home. And home is the place that knows you the best. That loves you the best. And it'll never stop

loving you. What a pity that you have to leave home tomorrow morning. That thought causes tears to prick your eyes. The lake and the sky melds into one. Suddenly your emotions overwhelm you, thoughts full of so many things and heart trying to fix the broken edges on its own. It's too much. You can't handle this. A single tear rolls down your face. You try to be silent, but you don't have much control over your body in that state, so when a shaky snivel erupts from you, you don't try to hide it. Your bottom lips trembles and you bite down onto it, but it just doesn't stop. Jungkook silently drapes his arm around your back, pulling you closer to himself. Feeling him next to you, his arm around you, him simply being there for you, gives you the last push. Endless amounts of tears stream down your face, shaky and uneven breaths leaving your lips as you claw your fists at Jungkook's dark hoodie, nuzzling your face into his shoulder. The smell that hits your nostrils makes you emit a miserable sob. Jungkook's smell always managed to make you feel comforted, secured and protected. But thinking about how this is probably the last time, there's no sense of comfort coming through. While you fully break down, Jungkook caresses your back. He allows you to curl up beside him and cry into his shoulder, letting all your feelings out. ,,I- I'm not happy," you utter between sobs. ,,Shh, I know, I know." Jungkook knows that you lied when he asked if you are happy the second a glimmer of hesitance sparked in your eyes. He didn't want to call you out though. You're fragile and tender and soft and Jungkook didn't want to be the reason you're breaking into a puddle of tears. ,,I don't think I- I, I don't think I can-"  Your quavery panting makes it impossible to talk. ,,You don't need to talk," Jungkook stops your attempts to justify yourself. ,,It's okay now, I'm here." Your fists tighten, the material of his hoodie a small ball within your palms. He's there for you. He's here. He'll always be there for you. ,,Always?" ,,Of course. Forever, babe." His promise soothes you. Uneven panting calming. But the tears don't stop escaping your eyes. His other hand pushes your hair behind your ear, stroking your hair before he rubs his thumb over your wet cheek. ,,Hold my hand. You're going to be fine." Jungkook holds his hand up, offering his palm between your cuddled up bodies. You take it without a second of hesitation, intertwining your fingers and letting your hands rest on his lap. A few minutes pass, the silent night capturing your cries and sobs. ,,If you ever feel alone again, don't," Jungkook breaks the silence, warm voice drowning your muffled, tired sniffles. ,,Because I will always be right here." His hand on your back is now placed on top of the left side of his chest, his heart. Always. He'll be with you forever. A sad smile graces your face. ,,I'm just afraid of going back," you confess. ,,I...I think I'm not worthy of continuing my job, because everything seems so out of reach for me." A trembling sigh escapes your mouth. ,,Hey," Jungkook grabs your chin, making you look to him. ,,Never doubt that you aren't worthy of your dreams and ambitions. They were put in your heart for a reason." He lets go of your intertwined hands, cupping your cheeks and drying your tears off your face. ,,I'm always here, and I'll always believe in you. Make yourself proud, okay?" He puts an encouraging smile on, eyes lightning up in the most comforting way ever. ,,Thank you." You'll never forget his words. Both your hands are wrapped around him, cuddling him from the side. Jungkook watches the stars again. Your eyes don't focus on anything particular, just enjoying his company. ,,Also, I want to apologise for the things I said to you today." His gaze slowly drops down to the horizon. ,,It's okay. I said some rude stuff too." ,,I just want you to know that I didn't mean any of the stuff I hurled at you." ,,I know, Gguk." He plays with your hair. Fingers brushing through your long

strands. ,,Jungkook?" ,,Yeah?" ,,I don't know if you want to talk about it, but I still don't understand why you didn't take the opportunity when you got the scholarship." Jungkook knew you were going to ask him. He already prepared himself for letting his guard down for this exact moment. ,,You were one of the few person I could trust. I didn't have anyone else, y/n. I was so madly in love with you, y/n. I think I've never been that happy in my life before. With you...I don't know, you kinda brought the light back into my life and I couldn't ask for more. There is something between us and its the most beautiful thing I have ever felt. I love you so much and you make me so happy, and just the thought of being away from you made me sick to my stomach. That's why I couldn't accept the scholarship. I couldn't let you go, I couldn't leave and do my thing there when I'd feel empty and lonely inside." You look at Jungkook when he stops talking, he stares straight ahead, eyes emitting pure sadness and anguish. ,,Do you know how much it hurt when you, all excitedly, told me that this model agency in Los Angeles you applied for accepted you?" A bitter chuckle escapes him. ,,I felt like a goddamn fool. You were so happy, were jumping around and telling me all the amazing stuff that you read online about that agency. And I just sat there, barely listening to you, and thought about how much of an idiot I could possibly be." You both know how the rest of the story proceeds like. He got angry. You were confused. He picked up a fight. You hurled unnecessary insults at him. He ran off and ignored you for a few days. ,,I'm sorry." Your voice barely a whisper that the wind carries away. ,,No, don't be. Just like you said, we were just stupid teenagers back then." ,,Still, the way I approached things was so wrong. I was insensitive and selfish. I'm sorry for that." After another minute of silence, Jungkook speaks up. ,,You promised you wouldn't forget me." ,,I never forgot you." Not one day. ,,So why did you never call? Or text? Or anything? " He sounds hurt. You can't blame him. It's your fault. ,,I thought you wouldn't want me to." You nuzzle your face deeper in his shoulder. ,,After the messages you sent me..." ,,Didn't you miss me at all?" Jungkook waited for a call. From the night you left him, he stared at his phone and hoped for your name to appear. ,,Every day. I missed you every single day. But I was too scared. I thought you hate me and don't want to hear from me ever again." Jungkook kisses the crown of your head. ,,I could never hate you." You smile faintly at that. ,,I'm glad you visited us this week." ,,Me too. I missed this place." You missed him. Right after you say that, a few droplets of water splash onto you. Your eyes cast skywards. ,,Is it raining?" ,,I think so," Jungkook says, looking at the sky as well. ,,We should get going, babe. The clouds look like it's gonna start pouring soon." You don't want to leave Jungkook's side and rather stare at the pretty view of the lake and talk with him for an eternity. ,,Maybe it'll stop," you cajole. ,,Nah, I don't think so." Slowly he gets up, holding out his hand for you to grab. ,,Let me bring you home." Reluctantly you get on your feet. Jungkook was right, you're both barely two seconds up and the rain was now more than only a few droplets falling down. It's not a minute later when you are both on the way to your house that it's starts raining heavily, your clothes getting wetter and wetter by the seconds. Jungkook's hold on your hand gets tighter as he walks faster. ,,This reminds me of senior prom when the event was done and we ran away to have some alone time, while the rain was practically soaking the both of us," Jungkook says, eyes drifting over the dark streets, puddles of water building on dented places. ,,You were so wasted." You giggle. ,,And you didn't drink anything!" ,,We were underage, missy." ,,But the sex was amazing." ,,It was," he agrees with a dreamy voice. ,,Could you walk a bit

slower?" you complain. ,,Babe, I don't want you to get sick." ,,I won't get sick, I promise." ,,Well, unfortunately it's not your decision whether to get sick or not." ,,I can't walk this fast, though," you say. ,,Your legs are way longer than mine." Your pouty voice makes him chuckle. ,,Should I carry you, will that do it?" ,,No, thanks." You roll your eyes. ,,Just," - you pull your intertwined hands back - ,,Wait a second." Jungkook stops and turns around. You take the opportunity right away, pressing your lips against his and languidly moving your mouth. Jungkook is startled at first, but it's like a choreographed routine, within a second both of your lips move in the perfect rhythm. ,,What was that for?" he breathes against your lips. Before you get to answer him, you laugh when you take his current look in. ,,You look like a soaked puppy," you giggle as you stare at the long, wet strands sticking to his face. ,,Because you stop me in the middle of the street to kiss me while it's pouring rain!" ,,Wanted this moment to come a little closer to the senior prom one," you grin, brushing the wet curls out of his face. He chokes a disbelieving laughter out. ,,So, this mean you also want sex in my car now?" A teasing glimmer flickering in his eyes. You roll your eyes, again. ,,I'm trying to be romantic here." ,,Kissing in the rain is romantic?" Jungkook grabs your hand again, pulling you to his side and you two start walking, this time at a more bearable tempo. ,,Of course it is." ,,Never heard of that." ,,Because you never want to watch romance movies with me." ,,Excuse me? What movie did we watch in the cinema again, hm?" ,,As far as I can remember you didn't watch it. Your hands started to wander pretty much after the beginning of the movie," you remind him. ,,Oh, yeah," he smirks smugly, lost in the obscene memories that flash through his mind. ,,That was fun." ,,You're impossible." ,,But you really seemed to enjoy it when you came all over my fingers. Your legs couldn't stop shaking, isn't that so, babe?" You blush. Oh, and how you blush. Jungkook can't contain his laughter when he sees your embarrassed face, kissing the top of your head in amusement. While the both of you walk to your house, the teasing and bickering continues. You never knew how badly you missed this trivial bickering, petty fights that make you fall for each other more, but now that you are experiencing Jungkook's charms, with the sole purpose of making you shy and blush, you wish you would never have to miss moments like this again. However, when you're standing right under your bedroom window, finally protected from the rain by the roof of the house, the cheerful atmosphere vanishes. ,,So...," Jungkook begins, your hand still tightly connected with his. ,,You're leaving tomorrow." Slowly, you nod. You're leaving. Leaving him. ,,I'll miss you," you confess. ,,I'll miss you too." Tears sting behind your eyelids. He leads your intertwined hands to his face, pecking the back of your hand. ,,Don't you want to stay over? How are you going to get home with this rain?" you say, concern leaking through your voice. ,,I'm good. Don't worry about me." That was your last attempt of trying to get more time with him. Didn't exactly work out. ,,Okay, well..." You don't know what to say. How do you say goodbye to someone you don't want to leave? He leans forward. Kissing your lips the softest way you have ever felt before. ,,Rattle the stars, y/n. I know that you can do it." With a gentle smile he kisses you again before he fully withdraws from you. Fingers slowly slipping away from yours. That promising spark in his eyes makes you believe it too. You can rattle the stars. Starting from now, there won't be a day when you doubt that.

~

As soon as you hear your alarm going off you want to disappear. It's early. Way too early. It's hard getting out of bed, but somehow you manage walking into your bathroom. Slowly getting ready before you get back in your room to get dressed. Your parents are still asleep. Maybe you hoped for them to wake up early too, spend the last hours that you're in this house with you, but you can't blame them for wanting sleep. It's fine. They'll be awake when you're going to take the taxi. A short goodbye and then you'll see when you'll ever see them again. You stroll into the kitchen to prepare your morning coffee. You lean against the kitchen counter. Tired eyes staring at a random spot on the floor. Your body screams for you to crawl back into bed and rest a bit more, but the departure time of your flight is telling you otherwise. As you turn your head to look out of the kitchen and enjoy the last moments of familiarity and childhood memories you get whenever you see the streets and nature outside, you see a car that doesn't belong here. With someone inside, who shouldn't be here at all. You get out of the front door, walk down the stairs of the front porch. He parked directly in front of it. Doesn't hide like he'd usually do. Jungkook is too focused on his phone to see you, so you knock against his window. He instantly perks up. When he recognises you he gets out of his car within a second. ,,Are you already leaving?" he questions, eyes wide and somehow sounding like he is out of breath. ,,Uh, no. I was wondering why you're here." ,,Oh, I," - Jungkook scratches the back of his head - ,,I didn't want to miss when you are leaving, so I came here-" ,,Since when are you here?" The dark circles under his eyes are revealing his sleepless night. ,,Uhm, an hour?" You hope he isn't lying. He should get his sleep, not wait for you in his car. When he sees your worried expression he says, ,,You only said your flight is in the morning and I didn't know the exact time. I...I also thought I could drive you to the airport? Of course only if your parents aren't driving you..." A giddy feeling flutters in your stomach. Sometimes you can't believe how sweet he his. Way too sweet for you. ,,I was going to call a taxi," you smile. ,,Thank you." Jungkook smiles back at you. ,,Are you leaving now?" ,,Oh, no. I've still got some time." He slowly opens his car door. ,,Okay, then I'll wait for you." He makes a move to get back into his car. You push the door close. ,,Don't be ridiculous. Come inside." Grabbing his hand you pull him to you, but he is reluctant, not moving an inch. You roll your eyes. You know exactly what battle he is currently having in his head. ,,Your a big, muscular, tattooed and pierced man, and you're still scared of my parents?" He doesn't even question how you immediately knew why he refused to come inside. ,,You don't understand, they hate me," he defends. ,,Good for you they're sleeping," you say, dragging him with you. This time he actually allows you to take him with you. ,,You can take a nap in my bed. You look tired, Koo." ,,Didn't get much sleep last night." Before you enter the house, you peck his cheek. ,,Thank you." ,,You already said that." ,,I know, but I could never be thanking you enough." ~ Once your both in your bedroom, Jungkook let's himself fall onto your bed, arms wide open as an invitation. You still need to pack a few things, but you could never deny being cuddled up in his arms. Jungkook immediately wraps his arms around you as you slide next to him on your side. He cuddles you from the back, face deeply buried in your hair. You stay like this for a while. Jungkook fell asleep pretty quickly. You weren't able to fall asleep. Your mind is crammed with too many thoughts to fall asleep now. You still have some things to do though, so you gently try to get up from Jungkook's hold on you and finish the last tasks to get ready to leave this town. ,,Don't," he utters in a rush as soon as he feels you slipping away from

his arms. ,,Don't do it again." He lets his insouciant guard fall down, leaving him vulnerable and fragile, giving away his biggest fear. But you won't drop his heart and shatter it into pieces by walking away without a word and leaving him alone in bed - not this time. His scared eyes search for yours, the panicky expression on his face making you halt in your movements. ,,Shh," you reassure. ,,I just have a few things left to pack." Your thumb rubs his arms languidly, wanting to calm him and trust you. It works - his head slowly drops back to the pillow and his eyes fall close. ,,Don't leave me, please." His words get muffled by the pillow. Despite him feeling peacefuller now, he doesn't let go of his hold on your waist. ,,I'll come back, Koo. I promise." You duck down and plant a kiss on his cheek. Fingers brushing his long hair out of his face. ,,You promise?" He opens his eyes a bit, tired orbs peeking at you with hopefulness. ,,I promise." An encouraging smile tugs on your lips. Jungkook closes his eyes again, body visibly more relaxed. Your words make him feel secure. Only for a certain time, but Jungkook quickly learned that he has to be appreciative of the things he has at the moment. Enjoy them to the fullest, because he will never know how long they'll last. His arms are now loose on your waist and you slowly make your way out of the bed. You didn't lie, you truly have some things left to pack. You won't dare to lie to him ever again. ~ The goodbye with your parents was weird. They didn't expect Jungkook to be there, but it wasn't like they weren't already suspicious of you spending your time with him for the past week. After all they are your parents, they know everything. But thankfully they didn't utter any spiteful remarks and rather ignored him. They also didn't protest when you told them that Jungkook would drive you to the airport. You hugged them, your mum a little longer than your dad. And then it was time to leave. And now you're sitting in Jungkook's car. Parked at the airport's parking lot. Your heart feels cold. You don't know if it'll ever get warm again. ,,Are you ready?" Jungkook asks. ,,No," you answer truthfully. ,,Hm." ,,I'm nervous." ,,Why?" ,,Don't know." You do know, but Jungkook doesn't need to know. ,,Remember what we always did in high-school when you were nervous?" He places his hand on your bare thigh. You smile. ,,Yeah." ,,Is it okay?" ,,Always." And then Jungkook leans over and captures your lips in a sweet kiss. And if he thought you'd let it be like that, then he was wrong. You pull him closer by his cheeks when he wants to lean back again. It started as a sweet kiss but in just a few seconds you're fully making out. You love dancing around his tongue with yours, love sighing into his mouth and pulling his hair by the nape of his neck. His palm slides over your side and squeezes your flesh there. ,,We've got, like," - you tug at his wrist to get a look at his expensive looking watch - ,,20 minutes, then I'll have to go." ,,That's more than enough," he mumbles against your lips and pulls you by the hips to drag you onto his lap. ,,Wait," you break the kiss and grip both of his arms to stop him from undoing the zipper of your dress. ,,Don't you think someone will see us?" ,,Dunno, wanna find out?" he quotes you, your request to get fucked in the lake still haunting him. You squint your eyes and huff overly annoyed. Jungkook chuckles, bopping your nose with his, because you look too adorable trying to put on a serious face. ,,The important part will be covered by your dress anyway." He tugs at the skirt of your dress to prove his point. ,,It's pretty short though," he realises when he skims over the back of the dress. ,,But there's barely anyone walking around at the parking lot, babe," he reassures. You think about his words for a second. ,,Okay, yeah, you're right." You go straight back to capturing his lips in a wild kiss and hasty fingers unbuckle his belt. His rock hard cock springs out and you

let a trail of spit land onto his head with precise aim. Rubbing his cock you tug your panties to the side. Jungkook's finger glide over your pussy, testing your wetness. ,,Already so wet for me?" he asks, dipping his fingers in to feel your tightness around his digits. He sighs, enjoying the feeling of your soft walls. ,,Your cock," you mewl. ,,Need your cock inside me." He withdraws his fingers, helping you to guide his cock into your pussy. Slowly, you sink onto it. Both of you stop breathing for a moment. He exudes a moan full of longing and hunger. The sheer need to have you as close to him as possible, to have you like this forever. And you know how he feels like. You don't have to speak. Don't have to tell. It's the need in both of your eyes that say enough. It's yearning and craving and love and it hurts. A tear slips your eye and Jungkook catches it with his thumb. ,,It's okay," he says. You nod. Placing both of your hands on his cheeks. ,,Kiss me," you whisper. Jungkook's kisses always makes everything better. And as you kiss, your hearts starts melting. The icy layer slowly fading into nothingness. Jungkook moves you up and down on his cock. He is fully buried inside you and you could never get enough of his cock stretching you out. ,,I love your cock. God, I love it so much." A hand slips between you. His finger circles around your needy clit. You tremble, pinching your brows. His subtle rubs on your clit causes shocks of utter pleasure to run through your body. Your toes curl with every move of his thumb and your hips slowly start to twist. ,,Just like that," Jungkook praises you. He places his hand on your butt, guiding you with small pushes. When Jungkook slightly adjust his position, his cock suddenly reaches way deeper and has the head of his cock kissing your cervix. You mewl as he continuously grazes over that area with the tip of his cock. His girth hitting you where you want him the most spurs you on. It makes your hips move faster, chasing after his cock whenever he pulls back. ,,What a needy girl I have," Jungkook coos, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear and rests his palm on your cheek. ,,I'm always needy for you" you wheeze, nails digging into his tanned skin. ,,Yeah? Always?" ,,Uh-huh," you nod. ,,Always." Always, always, always. Jungkook sighs in pleasure, the piercing on his brow moving when he pinches them together. ,,Your pussy was made for my cock - fuck - no one compares to you." ,,I- I think I'm gonna cum." Jungkook holds your body up. He rams his hips up into your pussy. You squeak, forehead pressed against his. ,,Come one, babe, one last time. Cum for me for one last time," he rasps. You shake your head, but at the same time you're cumming around his cock. You whimper and shake and Jungkook has his arms around you. You kiss him. Again and again and again. And he moans into your kisses, the pulsating of your walls around his girth is sending him closer to his high. ,,Fill me up, Jungkook. Want your cum inside me." ,,Oh fuck," he grumbles, fucking his cock faster into you again. You hold him by the shoulders, biting your lip as his dick rubs against all the spots that you love so much. His thoughts run wild as he gets pushed closer to the edge. He'd liked to see your tits right now. Ripp this flimsy dress off of your body and watch them bounce. But the way that they're shaking and moving beneath your dress looks hot too. Both hands on your ass he pushes his hips up for a few times more and then all of his cum spills inside your tight hole. And Jungkook thinks he has never come this hard before. He twitches and spills so much inside, his breaths getting shaky the longer his cock is still buried between you. ,,Fucking hell," he curses, shutting his eyes close for a moment. ,,That's a lot," you say, a hint of amusement in your pitch. ,,Pussy too good," he slurs. ,,You've got something to clean me up with?" you ask, not even waiting for his answer as you pull open the glove box of his car.

,,Why not just letting my cum stay inside you?" he suggests. ,,Because it doesn't stay inside," you retort, looking down at your pussy leaking with his essence. ,,I can make it stay." You rummage through his messy drawer, packets of condoms taking most of its place. When you finally find a box of tissues you shoo his hand away that sneaked close to your dripping heat. ,,I'm only wearing these panties and a dress. Don't want it to accidentally slide down my legs or something." Taking a few tissues you wipe your swollen cunt with them. ,,You don't want to take a part of me with you to Los Angeles?" You sigh, stopping midst your cleaning and look up at him. ,,I'm not going to take your cum with me to Los Angeles, Jungkook," you deadpan. ,,Fine," he huffs, taking the tissues from your hand and cleaning you up on his own. A minute later you're both still in the exact same position. Though you're both now tucked and safe beneath your clothes and the cum stained tissues were haphazardly thrown to the backseat by Jungkook. Jungkook threw his hands around you, keeping you close to him while your head rests against his chest. Listening to his heartbeat calms your anxiousness. You raise your head. Waiting for him to open his eyes and look at you. You can't prevent a small jump of your heart when you notice his face softening at the sight of you. But you try to ignore it, there's still one question left before your departure. ,,Shall we call things even between us now?" Jungkook is a little taken aback by the question. He totally forgot how the two of you ended up in this situation in the first place. If it wasn't for you wanting to fix the broken pieces of your relationship who knows in what this week would've resulted in. ,,Even is a start." You contemplate whether he meant it in a good or negative way. But when you feel him squeezing your sides in a reassuring way you give him a content smile. ,,I brought this with me," Jungkook says, pulling out a necklace from his pocket. A brief moment passes till you recognise the dainty pedant that dangles in the air. A purple lilac. The one that Jungkook bought for you years ago. ,,You left it at my place when you left, but it's yours, y/n. You should take it with you." ,,You didn't throw it away?" ,,No, why would I?" He gathers your hair on one shoulder and puts the necklace around you. You look down at you décolleté, the small pendant resting so beautifully on your skin. As your fingers fiddle around with it, your eyes dart to Jungkook's tattooed arm. ,,Don't you have a flower tattooed on your arm?" You scrutinise his right arm, and right under the sleeve of his t-shirt you see the flower inked on his skin. But... Hold on. It's not just a flower, it's the same flower as the warm pendant placed against your chest. Your eyes flick to Jungkook, who is already looking at you. ,,That's- that's the same flower?" you stammer, surprised by your discovery. Jungkook nods. His lips curved in a shy manner. ,,I got the tattoo because of you," he reveals, like it's something totally normal. And like that confession won't make your heart scream silent 'I love yous' at him. ,,Purple lilacs mean first love," Jungkook explains, hands rubbing your thighs gently. You reach for his arm, slowly stroking the black flower adorning his skin. It's not big, compared to his other tattoos it's one of the smallest. But it's you. Permanently etched into his skin. ,,I thought about adding purple colour to it, but I decided against it." You bite your lip. God, you thought you were done crying. ,,When did you get it?" ,,About...two years ago?" ,,Did you buy me this necklace because of its meaning?" He nods. ,,I searched the whole internet to find the perfect one, but I didn't find anything, so I went to the goldsmith with my outlines for the necklace. He crafted this beautiful pendant." He takes the small pendant between his fingers and looks at it with a faint smile. ,,You're gonna make me cry again," you say, eyes already

teary. You didn't know that Jungkook went through the process of outlining and bringing his idea for the pendant to the goldsmith to gift you the perfect present all those years ago. ,,Babe," he coos, hands wandering to your back and slowly caressing you. You want to tell him. You want to tell him these three magical words so badly, but they don't come past your lips. Instead you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, hugging him tightly. ,,Why didn't you say anything?" you mumble. ,,Why? Would you have gotten a tattoo for me too?" Jungkook shifts his head, looking down at your face cuddled up against his shoulder. ,,Maybe like, "Jungkook" on your forehead?" You hit his chest. ,,Don't make fun of it. This is the cutest thing someone has ever done for me," you sniff. ,,You are so amazing. I don't deserve you, Jungkook. The world doesn't deserve you." When you lean back again and you see the stars shining in his eyes, you can't decide whether your heart explodes from adoration or wistfulness. ,,I..." No. You can't do this. You don't have the right to say it. Not now, and probably never again. But that's okay, because Jungkook deserves much more than what you could possibly offer. Maybe that's what keeps you holding back, or maybe your searching for excuses, because you're scared. But who knows at this point? Your feelings and thoughts are pure chaos. Jungkook patiently waits for you to collect your thoughts, oblivious about the inner battle you are having with yourself. ,,I- I should get going." Uncertainty veils the faux confidence of your voice and you swallow hard to get the tightness in your chest go away. Jungkook immediately picks up on that. He knows when you are faking something. He finds little credence in the way you are attempting to stare back into his eyes with assurance, the curve of your small smile looking rather forced than natural. Jungkook notices the way you fidget with your fingers, notices the embarrassed lip bite after you realise that he doesn't believe whatever you're putting on view, and can literally feel the growing insecureness that builds up in you. And yet, Jungkook won't call you out on it. These are the last minutes before you'll leave - again - and god knows when you'll come back - or if you'll ever come back to him. He is going to hold you in his arm as long as he can, provide last bits of comfort for you, before you're going to walk out of his car. Out of his life. Out of his heart - where you managed to occupy the biggest place he has to offer. And now that you're going again, there'll be a big hole in his heart. But he got through it before, he won't be having a hard time dealing with his loss for long this time around. He could fill the empty place with all the sweet memories that you and he made this week. Fill the loneliness with the beautiful memories of your contagious laughter, cute smile, mesmerising eyes and every little significant word that left your pretty lips. Yeah, Jungkook can do that. Fill the lonely spots in his heart with images of your bright and warm soul that he adores so much. ,,I'll be right here, only a phone call away, you know that, right?" His hands never stopped roaming over your body, delicate fingers sliding over the fabric of your cute dress. ,,Don't pull off the same shit you did when you left years ago, okay?" he asks, but it's more like a demand. He won't be having any of you trying to erase him and what you left behind when you're parting ways with him again. He won't survive if you'll decide to cut him off again. ,,And always remember, my heart holds you when my arms cannot." A comforting breeze sails up your back, spreads around your body, and, for an evanescent eye blink, you feel as if his pacifying disposition is distinguishing all of your doubts and plants new flowers of hope in every corner of your body. For a meagre second you come to think of the possibility of every thing being okay when you get back to Los Angeles. It's breath-taking. To not be afraid of the future. To actually believe

that nothing will get in your way and that you'll be able to get through it. But it's not soon after that new tears escape your longing eyes. He wipes them away with his hands. Thumbs catching every teardrop that slides down your cheeks. You're afraid to say something, afraid that your voice might break and that you'll start bawling out your eyes again. So you duck down, giving him the sweetest and most passionate kiss you've ever given anyone. And after that, you both get out of his car. Jungkook helps you carrying the luggage out of his trunk. You share a brief glance, gazing into each others poignant looking eyes as your stomach churns in sorrow. And then, that's it. You both don't say goodbye. Because both of you cling onto that foolish shred of hope that this, whatever it is that ties your hearts together, isn't the end. ~ if anyone read this whole thing then...idk i feel like i should apologise? bc there are definitely better things to do than reading a 36k fanfic i wrote, but a big thank you to everyone who took their precious time to read this🥺🥺🥺

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make you mine · jjk (m)

➵ summary; your first day at your new college is quite eventful to say the least. but everything seems slightly less chaotic when Jeon Jungkook offers to help you on your way – if only knowing him wasn’t an even bigger mess than the day you first met.

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pairing; jock!jungkook x f. reader

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content; college au + friends to lovers au, fluff/angst/smut

warnings; mentions of alcohol, swearing, making out, groping, grinding, dirty talk, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), unprotected sex, nipple play, food play, slightly dom!jk, multiple orgasms, so. much. sex., soft shit bc it’s the mym couple <3

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BEYOND GONE

━ Title: beyond gone in the game of lust.

━ Pairing: Jungkook x F!reader.

━ Genre: Ex-lovers to friends w benefits, smut, aged up!

━ Summary: crawling back to the man who broke your heart to heal a heartbreaker disgusted you, but even he knows the best remedy to treat it even if is to heal the pain someone caused is to replace it with something new or distract the pain with even more pain. Him.

━ Warnings: smut, alcohol consumption, front seat car sex, makeup sex?, Teasing, Public sex, fwbs? Cursing, quickie, ridding, sadist Jungkook, Dacryphilia, missionary, dirty talk, dom Jungkook, cum in throat,

Mini bar, nothing ordered besides a beer and a round of shots of whiskey on the tab. A calm start to a night for someone who was used once again for nothing other than an escape from someone's past relationship. With that in mind, Jungkook ordered something a bit heavier in alcohol and sat there with a grin hidden behind his cup of beer. watching you down the last of round one of shots, he wondered how you were handling things you know mentally.

looking around to see nobody looking this way or a sever coming he leaned in to quietly say; "if this isn't strong enough to make me take you home then I've got something you can smoke in my car."

Leaning back, he watched your eyes roll at the thought of sharing anything with him again. Shrugging, Jk thanked the waiter and took one of your shots to try. With sudden wide eyes and a shake of his head told you how bitter or strong this brand was. Putting the mini glass down, he took another and leaned forward a bit to place it on your lower lip.

"like old times?" He questioned, moving closer to you in the round seating area to help you take a shot. With a quick gulp and a chase of lemon, you coughed slightly and he smiled.

"fuck this burns," you cursed, taking another shot without help. laughing he takes another and chases it with a squeeze of lime. Compared to him you were weak and couldn't drink as long or as much, but today felt like a good day to push past your limits and your heart couldn't agree more.

Placing another shot glass in front, you suddenly felt cold clammy hands hold your arms behind your back turning, he smirked and whipped your chin off with his other thumb, making sure to softy graze your lower lip. looking at your lips, he looked at the shot and back up to eye level before moving it closer.

"I think it's about time we see that party trick of yours, I'd like to see you try it for old-time sakes," he whispered emphasizing the last part of his sentence. Turning to look at him, you observed his deep breathing and lowered eyes almost as if he was aroused by your drunken, sad state of mind. To test the thought, you leaned down and wrapped your lips around the rim of the small glass, and quickly sat up to lean your head back to drink it. After all, a blowjob shot is meant to be done without hands and quick, only missing was the whipped cream but both of you were drunk enough to not care.

releasing your hands from his, you took the empty glass from your mouth and placed it with the others. Handing you another, he held his back up exposing his Adam's apple to the light and you immediately knew to pour above him till it was gone. Watching him gulp it down was cool, but the grasp of your thigh distracted you a bit too much. Letting his hand rub down your leg, you allowed it for now watching him reach for his beer and drink the rest of it.

With a big 'ah' he finished it and looked at you "I'm a bit drunk, but thankfully my place is only a few blocks away" he mentioned burping into his fist.

"It's not like I'll be able to drive anyways," you sighed. Looking upwards towards the place's ceilings. Moving closer towards you in the round booth, he leaned over by your neck and gave it a kiss. Ignoring it, you looked at the last few shots on the table and contemplated downing them for a bit. Noticing, Jungkook watched you stare at the drinks before pushing them away.

Nodding on the decision to stop, you tried to get up to reach for a napkin at the other hand but ended up restricted by Jk's hands pulling you to stay sit down. Staying down, you lay your head down on the table with your arms crossed below. With a silent sigh, he rubbed your back, watching his hand swipe softly on the warmed cotton shirt you had on. But he noticed your undies were showing a bit from the waistband of your jeans being lost around your waist and took a peak. 'the regular black ones, you haven't changed have you' he thought to himself, attention now back to your eyes that were watching him. Shy, he moved his hand to his long curled hair and itched it slightly.

"What, You don't like them?" You joked, pushing his side a bit.

"Yes, a lot actually," he said quite loudly. With your eyebrows now raised, you slightly peaked over the table to his crouch and looked up confused.

"Just because you don't see it doesn't mean I'm not getting an erection now," he whispered suggestively, hands going to undo his belt to show the hardness he was at. Biting his lower lip, he tasted the metal jewelry from his lip stud while he waited for a reaction to his obvious hardening length.

"You truly like seeing people in pain don't you?" you looked up at him with droopy eyes.

"Just as much as wanting to see your body again, baby." he mummers close enough to your neck before moving a bit lower to kiss your neck a bit. Pulling away, you sat up and moved your hand to rub across his pant leg to feel the hardness he was at.

fixing himself up a bit, he stood up a bit to look over the booth to see the raindrops on the window and city lights on. Coming back down he smirked. "it's raining and my car is parked in the back. unless you feel like a public bathroom is a better-drunken thought" he suggested, motioning to pay the bill.

"I'm drunk, not stupid," you say grabbing your coat and purse from beside jk to get up. Once his card came back he quickly followed behind you with his hands in his pockets to protect others' eyes from something that should be only seen by one. Yours

taking his keys from his back pocket, get pressed the unlock button, and speeding up to open the front door to lower the seat back. it's not like anyone would be able to see the both of you fucking through very black tinted windows, But even then he'd hope someone would be a perv to a car shaking and see his cock going in You deeply.

shaking the thought off, you get in and slide to the passenger's side and wait for him to get in and close the door before immediately tossing your shirt to the back and going to the screen monitor to change the car's inside lights to dark red lighting to help the mood a bit. turning it off so it could be pitch black, he stripped his shirt off and locked the doors soon after.

"If I wanted this to be pretty id take you back to mine and light up a candle, but I'd rather fuck you messily in this car" he bluntly says, patting his lap to invite you as he pulls his pants down and kicks his shoes off during the process. doing the same, You soon climbed over and straddled him both of your clothed crotches Pressed firmly against one another.

"been a while don't you think?" You say into his neck, his hands moving to your hips to rock them back on the fourth on him. humming a yes into your ear, his his eyes closed into the steady grinding of your panties on his erection.

Licking his bottom lip, his legs spread as wide as they could in the driver's seat to be able to press himself up a bit. Moving his hand away from your hips, his hands rubbed your ass a bit running down your thighs to be able to pull his boxers down low enought to fall on the carpet floor.

Now completely nude on his end, he tried to keep you focused on his neck long enough to leave a few marks and to quickly snap off your bra. With a snap, the claps of your bra were undone and you take it off and throw it behind the seats.

Shifting your body off of his cock and a bit on his lower abdomen, he sat up with his elbows arched on the seat to take one of your breasts in his mouth. Pressing his face more into your breast, his lips wrapped around the nipple and pulled on it a bit before swiping his tongue back and forth on the hardening bud. Lowering your body more so he could be somewhat squished with your breast, you took the time to take off your panties moving a bit on him to fully be able to take them off.

Now on the floor, Jk's hand without hesitation or wait gripped and smacked your ass with a breast in his mouth. Hearing your slight moaning, made him think of something he could do to make sure you were ready for him. Holding onto your back, his arm with the inked sleeve pushed the lever to raise the seat a bit. stopping halfway from the backseat, he with strength turned your body to face the wheel. Now spreading your legs, you moved his cock to be in front of your spread cunt. Jerking it a bit, he grunted at the soft strokes before grabbing your shirt from the passenger seat and tying your hands together in front.

"stop touching me, and lean back" he grunted loudly in your ear as you obeyed and laid back. With his hands now in front of your lips, you sucked on two as his other hand borough your feet up to step on the seat. Bringing the two fingers you were softly sucking on down to your cunt, he took one of them and softly rubbed around your clit to make sure your body knew he was gonna fuck you in some manner. With his cock standing tall in front of your cunt, he stopped circling his finger and pressed his cock onto your wetting lips and jerked the dampness into his skin before taking the two fingers from earlier and rubbing them around your entrance teasing the small hole a bit.

"This hole used to remain stretched for me, did the lil fucker not use it once? It's so closed." he questioned, breathing heavily into the nape of your neck. Turning away, you looked down. Taking that as a no, he softly entered a finger pressing it in as your face contorted in slight pain. Pulling out, he switched hands leaning forward more into your back and rubbing at ur clit with his right and slowly trusted a finger into your pussy with the other.

Moaning, he could feel the grip and release of your cunt as you pushed your head back. Liking the idea of you cumming first on his fingers, he soon added another and pumped them both watching your legs close on his arms. Not bothered, he kept going as you moaned with your eyes closed.

"mmmm keep like that? keep going?" he teased, your head nodding hard at the question as you bit down harshly on your lips. Not liking you holding onto your moans selfishly, he tilted his head towards your lips and placed a kiss on your slightly swollen bottom lip your moans were going down his throat as you embraced the kiss.

With wetness now around his fingers, he was able to thrust them a bit faster which caused the break from the kiss so you could moan loudly. Pushing your head to the side with his own, he trailed his tongue down the side of your neck as he removed the hand from your clit to toy with your right breast.

"i'm-"

"Cum then" he interrupted, keeping the pace going as moaned in your ear from feeling the grasp and tug on his fingers. Spreading your legs wider, the sounds of wetness filled the air as he continued.

"good girl, cum on my hand just like that. Feel how fingers thrust roughly into your pussy like that," he whispered, holding the leg up towards the passenger seat up. Looking at his hands he saw the white cream your body poured out onto his hand and smirked before denying an orgasm cumming up. With a kiss on your shoulder, he jerked himself with your wetness as the other strummed your nipples softly like a joystick. With his cock lubbed he stopped jerking and looked at you.

"I think it'll be easier in the back seat to fuck me hard" you mentioned slowly calming your breath to move off him to climb in the back.

"true" he agreed, fixing the position of the seat before joining you in the back. Moving so he could sit, you threw the clothes in the passenger seat while he spread his legs out wide to stroke as he waited. Moving so you could suck him off, he brought your lips back up to his chest to signal you to wait and instead licked around his deep-colored nipples as he jerked himself off.

Pishing his hands off him, you quickly spat on hai cock and jerked him before continuing to lick around his small areolas and nipple. Moaning, he laid his head back on the seat rest and closed his eyes.

"fuck, stroke it harder baby" he cried aloud, your hands gripping his shaft as he moved his hand to grope your breast. Licking and pulling softly at his nipples, your hands went lower to fondle his balls before rubbing his tip with your finger. With breathy moans escaping his lips, your mouth traveled kissed around his chest before softly going down to lick his tip.

"tease" he joked smiling as he helped you on top of him. Lining himself up, he slowly brought you down hissing in pleasure as griped onto your hips. Softly bouncing your cunt on him drove him wild and quickly.

"fuck I missed this" he cursed, letting your hips go so you could ride him as he held onto your upper back, your breast pushing against his chest as he did.

"Really Jeon?" you chuckled, his smile changing to an open mouth as you rocked your hips in circles.

"fuck yes, God" he cursed, cock enjoying the tight grip your cunt had on him as you bounced. "fuck" he repeated, moving you harder on him as he looked up at you. Pressing yourself closer to how chest, you ground down harder on his cock to see his reaction as you moaned in your own pleasure. With his head falling back, you slowly bounced on him and he held you closer to lay you down on the seat next to the both of you, so he could thrust his cock deeply into you.

"Yeah, oh yea," you cried, as he dipped and trusted harshly into your cunt. Gritting down on his teeth, he held a leg back, the other squashed between you and the seat as he pounded deeply into your course.

"so damn hot," he says to himself watching your back arch your breast towards him, knowing he's making you come undone once again.

"fuck you love dirty men, huh"

"always coming back to get played with again huh" he groaned, dark hair hanging in front of him as he slowly rams himself in.

"I wanted you again" you choked up, moaning into his ear as you claw ur upper back.

"for what, to break up again? " he teased, leaning more over you.

"if it means this, then yes." you cried out, his body pressing against yours.

"if you miss my cock, just say that. It's not like it gets hard without the thought of you," he admits, pounding and turning into rhythmic thrusting. Heading that made you think for a hot as he fucked you out of your body. Grunting loudly, he slowly thrusts and edges his tip a bit as he holds a bit from coming. ,

"let me cum in your mouth baby," he demands, sitting the both of you up as he jerks himself off. Letting him spread his legs out on the bag seat, you leaned over and wrapped your lips tightly around his throbbing head and began to bob.

"Jerking off to this isn't the same, I need the feeling of your body on me" he moaned, teeth hitting down as he continues to edge himself mentally to not cum.

"Baby, call my name again. Let me hear it once again" he plead, voice whiney but deep as pulled you off.

"Jungkook please cum" you begged, before taking his cock down your throat. His hips buckled up to cum, letting a roaring moan come out in your name as squirts of cum shoot in your throat.

"Ahhhh, fuck yes I'm coming" he groans in slight pain as he continued to ride out his eyes, cock still cunning slowly in your throat before dripping out and running down his balls. Pulling off, you quickly jerk yourself and connect your lips to his for a kiss. Him not minding the taste of himself kisses back and lets his body calm down from his high with it. with his tongue dominating yours, he removed your hand and placed you on top of his stiff cock letting his body recognize the body that made him cum well tonight.

"let me fuck you again like this" he pants in this kiss as his hands travel to your ass.

"God I missed this" he ended, making the kiss more passionate than lust filled with lust.

summary: in which music waters a wilting flower on a chilly autumn night and jungkook is stuck by the glue onto you.

> idol!jungkook x reader / strangers to lovers / fluff, slight angst / wc: 4.4k

> warnings: mentions of oc’s toxic ex bf, slutshaming, and alcohol

-> in which masterlist!

note: the in which couple’s first encounter reveal?! has arrived with a bam cameo at the end <3 recommend reading the ‘first times’ in the masterlist next if you haven’t yet :D as always reblogs and/or feedback are appreciated 🥰 and yes. i love beabadoobee.

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“sir, will you help me-“ you panic, eyes pleading for help as you look between the door and the owner of the music shop. “i think it’s stuck.”

“oh! of course, of course. i apologize about that.” the middle-aged man, quick to your aid, ducks out of the counter. “i ought to get this thing changed soon. spent a fortune on it but it’s not doing what it’s supposed to do.”

you copy his chuckle, watching him push up the still half-closed door before shoving it open to the side.

“thank you!” you politely bow your head before stepping out.

“come back again next time! i’ll give you a discount!”

“really? a discount? then i have no choice but to come back!” you whine playfully, smiling at the promise of saving money in the future. you present him another bow. “have a good night! close the door now, it’s cold.”

the 90’s love song playing inside becomes muffled when the transparent glass completely shuts out the outside world once again. instead, the lead vocalist’s voice is replaced by a golden and dulcet humming by a stranger.

you scan for the source of the sound, and at once, you discover it when you whip your head to the right. scrolling through his phone, he’s sitting at the far corner of the old wooden bench— the same boy who was paying at the counter when you stumbled into the store. unbeknownst to yourself, your heart skips a beat. you were transported to a field of flowers when you brushed past him, and you met his big brown eyes briefly when he turned to leave.

burdened by the heavy and uneven weight you’re carrying on your shoulders, you decide to rest on the other side of the bench while you wait for a taxi to pass by. you spare a glance at the oversaturated band posters on the off-white wall behind it before sitting down as their audience.

the humming ceases when he feels your presence beside him.

you cautiously set down the padded guitar bag on the ground, securing it in between your thighs, anxious of getting so much as a scratch on the precious instrument. it’s a dear friend’s birthday tomorrow, and you only found the time and the money to purchase her gift today.

you check your wrist watch. 10:13pm. you fell asleep in the library while studying for a test, and because of that, you’re probably going to be home at around midnight. this place is pretty far and secluded, but apparently it’s known for its good and rare finds. you went here with your friend two months ago just to window shop and one of their bass guitars caught her eye. naturally, you couldn’t resist. her birthday gift has to be this. for some reason, it just feels easier to spend money on your loved ones than yourself.

will you even manage to send a birthday message before you pass out to sleep again? god, you hope so.

you feel your empty stomach grumbling angrily, and you’re not sure if it makes a sound or if it’s all just in your muddled head. yup, you missed dinner, too.

“i’m so hungry.” you cry out quietly, resting your forehead on the neck of the guitar.

fine, maybe you subconsciously said it a little louder than quiet. it was a shot in the dark, curious if the stranger beside you would have any sort of reaction. you hope for a glance at most. he has beautiful eyes, ones you almost feel envious of.

“me too.“ the sulky response slips out of his mouth with an exhausted sigh.

the sound of his voice makes you perk up in pleasant surprise, gazing at him with an amused, tight-lipped smile. on the other hand, he stiffens from the realization of what he just did. he stops manspreading, straightening himself up and awkwardly clearing his throat.

“sorry… it was a reflex.”

“it’s okay.” you reassure him with a quick laugh.

you tear your eyes away from him, watching the moths frantically flying under the street lamps. it’s silent for a moment, except for the shop owner’s on-going playlist and the occassional singing of the abundant crickets.

you face him again with a flair of innocence.

“do you want a granola bar?”

he lifts his head to look at you, the screen’s light reflecting on his tan skin, and that grants you the ability to see his breathtaking eyes. there might’ve been countless instances when they hated how small this bench is, most likely a tight fit for three people, but right now, you wouldn’t have it in any other way.

“it’s just that… i’m going to eat it and it feels rude to eat alone knowing you’re hungry, too.”

his teeth sinks in lower lip, contemplating for a few beats before nodding his head. “yeah, sure. i’d like one. thank you.”

you bring out the tupperware from your messenger bag, unfastening the sides open and separating the lid. as your own wordless way of telling him that they’re not poisoned, you grab one first, taking a small bite, before offering the container to him.

“here you go.”

you stifle a cackle when he pulls down the sleeves of his black hoodie as if he’s preparing to eat a whole course meal. he’s so fucking cute, gentle and dainty while picking up the granola bar along with the parchment paper underneath it. that leaves you with three left. you set down the tupperware between the two of you, loosely putting the lid on top.

“huh?” he exclaims with big round eyes, hand hovering over his mouth as he chews. “did you make this?”

the question makes you wince nervously. he didn’t like it? you could’ve sworn it's the best batch you’ve made so far. “uhm, if it tastes good, then i did. if not-”

“no, no. i like it.” he giggles, waving his hand to shoo your worries. “it’s not too sweet, and it’s soft? how did you make it chewy?!”

“oh-” you breathe out a sigh, clutching your chest in relief. “i just follow a recipe i found online! my neighbor gives me honey like every week so i found a use for it.”

“well, it’s really good. thank you.” he gives you a kind smile, scrunching his nose before resuming to eat the snack you spent your sunday night preparing.

and it’s quiet again. you look the other way to hide the proud smile playing on your lips, the fluttering of your unguarded heart raging and stubborn. maybe if you put food in your mouth, you’ll stop talking… not.

“i’m ___.”

he swallows before replying, distinctive dimples near his mouth making an appearance. “i’m jungkook.”

jungkook. it suits him so well. it’s perfect.

“do you play the guitar?“ jungkook asks curiously, motioning at the instrument you’re holding.

“oh, no- i just got this for my friend’s birthday. she’s in a band.” you share with a chuckle. “what about you? what do you need those giant speakers for?”

“ahh, they are big, aren’t they?” he scrunches his nose, glancing at the two boxes beside his feet. “i just figured buying new speakers would motivate me to work on music more.”

“are you a singer?” you gasp dramatically for effect. “or perhaps, a rapper?”

“i mean…” he smiles sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders. “i guess i can rap, too.”

“that’s cool. i think you have a pretty talking voice, too.”

“aigoo, thank you so much.” he jokingly bends down his torso for a bow, clasping his hands together with the small remaining piece of granola bar in between before taking it in between his teeth.

the harmony of your laughter bleeds through the chilly air, providing your hearts a wave of much needed warmth.

“thank you too. you gave me an idea what to gift my friends next time.”

“speakers?” his face lights up like of a kid unboxing presents beside the christmas tree. you’ve never met anyone who looks this passionate at the mention of the said device— this whole interaction is giving you the urge to dive deeper into the world of music beyond the sphere of being a casual listener. “they’ll love it. it’s the best gift for me personally.”

you tilt your head to the side. “you know a lot about them?”

“hmmm, i don’t know.” he purses his lips as he hums, eyes falling on the ground as he ponders. “they’re important for shows and work so i naturally learn a lot about them… i often look for reviews and new releases. it’s like a hobby?”

“really? then i’m sold. i need you.”

the carelessly casual words escape your mouth before you can think twice.

“need me?” he repeats your word in surprise, pointing at himself.

you disguise yourself with a nod and a coy smile, acting nonchalant as if you’re not screaming inside. you’ve always been this shameless when you have nothing to lose, but he’s just so pretty that you want to learn shit like what his favorite food is and whether your zodiac signs are compatible even though you don’t believe in them.

“help me choose the best speakers to buy, one year from now. i don’t know anything about music at all, so i always have a hard time with gifts.” you’re pouting sadly by the end, your words bearing the weight of truth, albeit you’re also using them as an excuse to glue yourself onto him.

in your mind, five seconds feels like it’s stretching into eternity. he breaks out into a shy grin, playing with the parchment paper left in his hand before folding it over and over again until it becomes the same size as the nail of his thumb. he stuffs it into the pocket of his washed denim jeans.

“okay then, i should help you. give me your number?”

your hands graze each other as you lay hold of his phone, clueless instruments of your and jungkook’s youthful impulses and anticipation.

“do you have other ___’s in your contacts? should i name myself ‘___ from mj’s music box’?” you inquire half-jokingly, raising your eyebrows at him.

”ey, come on. there’s no need for that.” he chortles, staring back at you with an unnamed emotion in his eyes, but you quickly revert your attention to the screen and you don’t notice.

“i don’t think you’ll remember me just by my name a year from now, though.” you mutter to yourself as you tap on the screen. after that, you tap the call button to save his number on your phone as well.

you’re already handing him back his phone when he finally constructs a reply-

“is that so? then make it difficult for me to forget.”

and the air gets robbed from your lungs. it makes you wonder how many hearts he has broke, being this handsome and charming, and if you’ll even drag this out and stick around long enough to find out.

“be careful of your words. i’m pretty competitive.” you playfully taunt him, softly tugging his wrist to put the device on his delicately wide palm. “don’t blame me when i end up being the only person you think about.”

he matches your energy, a cocky smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he shakes his head. “psh, why would i? that doesn’t sound like a bad deal.”

why are you thinking of ways to keep this flowing instead of retreating and coming up with an obvious excuse to leave? as always, you find yourself most liberated when you meet new people, even when you know they’ll only be a fleeting presence in your life, here to leave a stain or a scar. you wish a taxi never arrives. you wish to be left stranded here for the rest night so you can hear him talk about the first song he ever wrote and you can tell him about the stupid song your first boyfriend wrote for you.

but alas, the universe intervenes with your fantasies and the approaching blazing headlights almost blind your blurry eyes.

you wave your hand to hail the taxi, and you smile at jungkook one more time. “time for me to go.”

“oh, okay.”

the vehicle parks infront of the bench. he watches you hurriedly toss the granola bar you never finished into the transparent tupperware, a feeling akin to disappointment gnawing at his guts.

“wait- weren’t you waiting for a taxi, too?” you wonder out loud as you slide the resealed container inside your bag.

“i’m fine, i have a ride. you go take it- oh, oh- let me help you with that-” he stands up abruptly when he sees you struggling to stand up, lifting the guitar to relieve you of the barrier.

“thanks, jungkook.” you laugh airily, getting on your feet, closer to him than you’ve ever been. he’s taller than you originally thought, and it’s hard to ignore the fact that his flexing forearms are veiny… (you have a suspicion that he’s doing it on purpose. the guitar bag isn’t that heavy.) those, paired with that pretty baby face— he’s so manly and so adorable in a way you’ve never seen in anyone else. he’s a beautiful, refreshing sight to behold.

you’re holding your breath, as if that would freeze the hands of the clocks, halt the earth from spinning on its axis because it’s the only way for you to stay without blaming yourself. the love songs haven’t stopped playing, and a slow acoustic sets out to delude you that this is a scene from an indie romance film, a beginning of something beautiful, but it rarely is. it never is.

his bunny teeth sink into his bottom lip, tainting it a darker shade of pink, before his tongue sneaks out to lick it. “you can go inside.” he generously says, slightly raising his arms to gesture at your cherished gift he’s grasping securely.

you only nod in understanding, walking past him and proceeding to open the door to slide into the backseat. you assist him in putting the guitar inside the taxi and over your lap, and you force your brain to shut down before you can speak again and your friskiness gets you into trouble.

“get home safe, ___!” he brightly chirps, waving at you goodbye.

your cheeks are starting to hurt from all the giddy smiles, but you just can’t stop, not when he has this contagious and bubbly expression painted on his face that’s simply impossible not to adore.

“you too, jungkook.”

his meticulous eyes briefly wander around your figure, checking if you’re too close, and then he carefully slams the door shut. you sink into your seat, swallowing the lump in your throat before telling the taxi driver your address.

you don’t want to think too much, so you close your eyes, hoping to get more sleep to recharge your mental and social batteries. unsurprisingly, you grow restless not even five minutes after. the soothing piano ballads faintly playing in the radio aren’t much help either. an infuriated scream hangs on the tip of your tongue, and you bite it down into dust. instead, you dish out your phone from the pocket of your bag to save jungkook’s number… but then the venomous voice of your ex calling you degrading names ranging from ‘an ungrateful, attention-seeking bitch’ to ‘a slut’ after you broke up with him echo in your tumultuous head, and you begin feeling pathetically small and nauseous. for a split moment you find yourself contemplating whether you should just delete it or not. out of guilt or out of fear, maybe both, you’re not quite certain.

what ultimately pull you out from the dark abyss of relentless overthinking are the first notifications you ever receive with his name attached to them.

Jungkook:

hey this is JK

i just thought of this now ?!..

trade my music equipment expertise for your magical granola bar recipe? :)

you bury your face in your hands, silently crying out— “ah shit, this is so annoying. why does he have to be so cute? i need a drink.”

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“i’m hungry.” the grumpy complaint spills from your tongue now that bam, your not-so little happy pill, is out from sight.

“me too.” jungkook juts out his bottom lip, lifting his head from your shoulder to look at you. “do you still have strawberry wafers in your bag?”

his question prompts you to hug it defensively. no, just no. “i’m saving them for emergencies-”

he puts his index finger infront of his lips, shushing you with a shake of his head. he tuts. “i know. this is an emergency, baby.”

cornered at the armrest of the couch, you have nowhere else to go. you unwillingly surrender to satisfying his craving, grimacing as he starts rummaging through your bag. this is exactly why you told him you should eat brunch before bringing in bam for his grooming, but jungkook insisted that it won’t take too long. sure, maybe the grooming session itself won’t… but the waiting in line part? that definitely took too long. making an appointment is technically futile when you’re visiting on a weekend.

“mhmmm, i love it.” he moans in satisfaction, devouring the slice of wafer in only two consecutive bites.

you glare at him when he offers you the plastic bag with a teasing smile, seizing it from his grip to snack on the treat while you continue to wait at the lounge area. you’re the only fur parents left here, the last clients before the staff goes on their hour-long lunch break. the sign on the door has been flipped to say ‘CLOSED’.

jungkook wraps one arm around you, pulling you closer by the shoulder and cupping your face with his warm hand to plant an apologetic kiss on your cheek. “i’ll cook you a hearty meal for dinner when we get home.”

you melt in his hold, leaning further against the backrest to release the tension from your body bred by hunger and impatience.

“really?” you feign nonchalance as you make the futile attempt of hiding the pleased smile curving on your lips. “i want chicken. the one you made before, with the creamy and spicy sauce.”

your mouth is practically watering as you describe the dish, the smell and taste of his cooking still vivid in your senses’ memory. it’s making the food you’re eating painfully insipid, but it’s better than nothing.

“and wine, too. no- actually, i’m craving tequi- argh, i’ll settle with wine.”

“okay! chicken and wine for dinner!” he agrees straight away, pressing a kiss on your temple before pinching one more stick of wafer between his fingers. he breaks it into two halves and gives one of them to you.

you accept it wordlessly, but a peculiar feeling is slithering its way into the tight confines of your heart, and you can’t withdraw your eyes from closely observing your gorgeous boyfriend. he brushes off the crumbs that fell on his white t-shirt and his lap after he finishes his share, still chewing as he tenderly takes the empty plastic from your hand. just as you predicted, he finds entertainment in folding it as small as possible.

“this is giving me déjà vu.”

“déjà vu?” he tilts up his head, doe eyes widening as you’ve captured his attention.

“uh-huh, you know when we first met…” you trail off, sending him a threatening look when the confused expression on his face stays unchanging. “you remember, right?”

his mouth hangs open before his eyebrows knit in irritation, posture straightening as he stammers with his defense. “what kind of question is that? you’re hurting my feelings- you were wearing a varsity jacket with the number 6 on it!”

“jungkook, i wore that like everyday for four months.”

his expression softens, pierced lip forming a pout. “do you even know that i-i… ah, i’ll show you instead!”

“show me what?”

he digs his hand in the pocket of his dark blue denim jeans, dishing out his wallet. you peer at him with curiosity as he rapidly unzips it to comb through his cards, pausing at his driver’s license and removing the white paper hiding behind it.

“no way-” you splutter, nearly choking on your own spit as your hunch grows enormously.

he unfolds it to reveal the faded blue ink that writes the most crucial and specific details of the first time the universe conspired to make your paths cross.

“look, i still have the receipt from the night! november 11…”

you notice him squinting at the faint characters, and you momentarily disconnect from the surge of mixed emotions to pull out his prescription glasses from the collar of his t-shirt. you affectionately wear it on him, weaving your fingers through his hair to brush away the loose strands from his bun blocking the lens.

“thanks baby- it’s november 11, 2017. at 9:55pm!”

jungkook originally kept this receipt for a month incase he had to return the speakers due to unforeseen defect or damage. but then you never stopped talking, and you became the only person he thinks of 24/7 just as your coquettish warning told. the thought of throwing it out never occured to him. instead, he preserved it in his wallet because he carries it with him everywhere he goes. he would even argue that it’s his most important property in it. he can have his credit cards cancelled then replaced, but this piece of paper is once in a lifetime.

mj’s music box closed down due to the pandemic. he hasn’t told you this, didn’t want to break your heart when he found out. he knows that you treasure the place as much as him, if not more.

meanwhile, the new-found knowledge has rendered you speechless, unblinking, buffering.

“what’s with that face? you’ve never seen this in my wallet?” he quizzes you in bewilderment, smiling humorously.

“of course i haven’t! you want me going through your wallet without permission?!” you whine, hugging his arm and hiding yourself behind his back to calm the intense pumping of your heart.

oh, your sweet, sweet jungkook— he never runs out of way to make you fall in love with him all over again.

“my love, you know i don’t care about things like that.” he chuckles, astonished by how you still highly value and respect his privacy and boundaries despite how long you’ve been together. it just occurs to him then, that at the very core of your relationship, this is probably why he never once regretted moving in with you. he says it all the time, but he just feels so goddamn lucky to have you in his life. he loves you. he loves everything about you. even the things he doesn’t like, he loves.

“aren’t you going to eat that?”

you’re overflowing with his love, you can’t stomach anything else.

“i won’t.”

“i’ll indulge myself then.” he cages your hand in his, raising it for the wafer to reach his lips. he bites it all the way down like a bunny eating a carrot, ending the journey with a chaste kiss on your knuckle. “you’re too quiet… are you crying?”

you shake your head profusely, tightening your embrace. “i love you so much, i can’t think. i just want to hug you.”

he smells a different type of sweet nowadays— more manly, more mature, binding you in an enrapturing spell, and with a suble hint of a baby scent that somehow makes him much more intoxicating. it’s overwhelming to think about— the amount of perfume bottles you’ve bought and consumed after asking one another if they smell too basic or too strong; the amount of times jungkook changed his wallet and took the receipt along with him because it only felt right.

“mkay, i’m not going anywhere.” he whispers, nosing at your hair.

and so, he stays stuck by the glue onto you as he gulps down a bottle of water, as he returns his wallet in his pocket with grunts of difficulty, as he deletes a promotional text on his phone sent by his service provider. he suspects that you’ve already fallen asleep. after all, you did spend the entire night dancing to the songs he sang along to. you wore the crocheted blanket you made as a cape and a dress, flowing with your graceful movements controlled by the lyrics and the beat and the melody and his compliments and his giggles.

he’s proven wrong when you slowly turn your head, cheek squished against his bicep. with heavy eyelids, you search for his hands, tangling them with lonely ones.

“want to hear something silly about that day?”

“i’m all ears.” he beams eagerly, watching you twiddle with his long and slender fingers.

“do you know why i offered you my food?”

“because you couldn’t let a pretty boy like me succumb to starvation?”

“weeeell, there’s that…” you admit to his confident guess. “but aside from that, i wanted to see your nails closely.”

“my nails?”

you make a noise of confirmation as you trace his tattoos, a laugh seeping from the cracks of your relaxed demeanor. “to see if they were clean and trimmed or not.”

“so…” jungkook, the most hygienic man you’ve ever met, is digesting what you just confessed to him. “if they were dirty, you never would’ve told me your name?”

“hmm, yeah. because i always badgered my ex about it and you know how that relationship ended, so i thought enforcing those type of rules would help because i don’t want to deal with that shit again.” you cringe at younger you’s naivety and desperation, smiling shyly. “and it kind of… worked out so well? it sounds so funny to me now. i actually love myself for that.”

“fuck, baby,” he sighs.

he can’t imagine how a human being could ever dare to treat you with anything but gentleness. literally, can’t. it makes him sick to his stomach, makes the blood in his veins boil. he feels disturbed by the memories that still haunt you, and he feels angry because he is powerless and he can’t erase them no matter how hard he tries.

he caresses your face, planting doting kisses on your lips. the ghost of his affection lingers, like an invisible lipstick mark. “i wish i met you sooner.”

“what are you saying? i think we met at the perfect time!” you console his frustration, grinning when the epiphany lands on top of your bittersweet flashbacks. “out of the 365 days of the year, we met at 11/11. you’re my wish come tru- bam!”

the shocked, high-pitched squeal freefalls from your mouth when bam excitedly jumps on your laps out of nowhere, the weight of his upper half crushing your thighs underneath him. the dog smiles at you, panting.

“bam, i missed you but i was just about to tell your dad something romantic!”

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the act of falling | jeon jungkook

summary: what was supposed to be a meaningless fling has turned into much more before you both realized you were falling. now all you can do is hope that all the challenges you’ve faced are worth something.

warnings | 14.4K words. smut. angst. fluff. established fwb. fuckboy!jk x fem!reader. they’re both toxic, jealous easily, possessive. they both argue a lot and kinda immature and hurtful. y/n has trust and commitment issues. jk has vulnerability issues. protected sex. wall sex. rough. oral (f and m). cunnilingus. fingering. jk’s eats. manhandling. missionary. grinding. dirty talk. nipple play. hand job. blow job. spit kink. deepthroat. Idk what else bud there’s probs more. degrading names—jk calls y/n a bitch. hurtful arguments.

The look in both sets of eyes was lack of amusement. Unsurprised and definitely not at all caught off guard by the sight of other. This was surprisingly a familiar betrayal, the kind that you lie about even when you know you’ll get caught. It was comical even, the need to lie to each other when you didn’t have to. What you two had was not serious at all. You shouldn’t have to lie about where you’d be.

Jungkook was the one to break the eye contact shifting his gaze back to the girl in front of him again. The girl’s brows furrowed in concern, “What’s wrong?”

What’s wrong is that you told him you couldn’t meet up with him tonight because you weren’t feeling and now you’re here with some guy. The other thing that’s wrong is Jungkook had also told you it’s fine because he was working tonight even though he’s definitely not. You both were looking for a way to flake’s tonight’s plan to link up despite not seeing each other in over a week. That was already a lot of time without seeing each other and yet you both flaked out tonight. That’s what’s wrong.

“Nothing,” Jungkook cleared his throat chugging down his drink. Unfortunately for her he’s already lost complete interest in her the second he saw you tonight when you were supposed to be home sick. In reality he has no reason to be upset and yet he still was. Why did you lie so you wouldn’t have to see him tonight?

You came into his life in phases, and he’s sure you could say the same about him. You’re really just a fling but you’re the only one he goes back to every now and then. You’re not dating thankfully but you’re definitely hooking up whenever you see each other. It could be weeks before you see each other again but when you do your fling lasts another few weeks. Then, you phase out into your own lives again and ghost each other. A random night like tonight will come where you remember the other exists and you hit each other up to meet, but clearly you both flaked.

He’s just not ready for you yet. He’s not ready to get sucked back into you. He knows that what you two have is a simple no strings attached agreement but sometimes it felt the complete opposite. Like now for example, when he can practically feel the glare in your eyes on his skin. Not that he minds, he likes that you’re the jealous type. You make him feel better for being the same. But still, you had no reason to be jealous when you’re here with another guy too.

You know you don’t have be glaring at the girl he was currently dancing with but you just couldn’t help it. He hasn’t seen you in over a month and he lied to you so he could meet her tonight? Yeah alright. He’s so annoying.

The girl gave him a girlish smile as she clung to his arm, “I’ll be back, I’m going to the washroom.”

Jungkook nodded his head letting her go off as he waited there in a crowd of sweaty drunk bodies. The heat in his body was beginning to rise as if he was a bomb ready to go off. His tongue poked his cheek wondering about whatever while he waited for the chick to come back. Unfortunately, his mind kept wandering back to the thought of you. Before he knew it his feet were taking him in your direction completely forgetting the girl he met tonight. He couldn’t remember her name anyway.

You spotted him the second he made his way over to you and suddenly the guy in front of you didn’t seem interesting anymore. You looked at the guy, “I need a drink.”

He blinked in confusion before your brow arched waiting for him to act. Just like that he was stuttering over his words and he walked away, “I’ll g—go get you a dri…nk, yeah…”

Jungkook was in front of you now staring down at you in hunger that he hoped was masked by complete displeasure in seeing you here, “Thought you said you didn’t feel good tonight.”

“Thought you were DJing tonight,” you said in response. You looked over to the bar where the guy you’d come with waited. Across the place was the group of people you came with tonight where you met that guy from. You had to move before they noticed where you were or the guy came back. Jungkook didn’t even question it when he began following you.

“Why’d you lie?” He asked. He acted annoyed with you even if he was anything but relieved. Now he doesn’t have to pretend to connect with some random girl so that she goes home with him tonight. It was clearly no question now that he ran into you anyway. You’re the one he’ll be taking home.

You didn’t even bother to think about the guy you just met and you didn’t question the girl he was sending back off to her friends. Instead you just pushed on the exit door toward the parking lot repeating the question back to him, “Why’d you lie?”

“I asked you first,” he said childishly as he already took his keys out pushing the button to unlock his car. It’s like your bodies moved on autopilot running to an escape where it’s just you two.

“Are you taking me home?” You asked even as you walked behind him to his car. He turned to look at you waiting a little so his pace matched yours and he shamelessly let his hand rest on your lower back just above the curve of your butt. He flashed you a mischievous smirk, “Yeah, mine.”

Meeting Jungkook unexpectedly had always been the only way you two cross paths. It was such an on and off sort of fling but it was never anything more than hooking up. Sure, on occasion you might’ve invited each other to some party but other than that your meetings were for purely sexual reasons. You did have a partner once upon a time but that was over a year ago. Since then you just meet with Jungkook every now and then for whatever fling you’re having. Then when you two phase out you go back to doing your own thing, going on dates, talking with other guys, etc. The only reason you’d go back to Jungkook every time you run into each other is because of the familiarity.

You hated having to go through the process of meeting someone new. You knew what you wanted and you didn’t want to work for it. Jungkook knew you and your body already so it was easy to fall back into your sneaky link routine.

By morning Jungkook didn’t even question his actions when he rolled over to try and snuggle into you. He hit an empty bed that had his hand searching across your side of the bed to find you. After a moment of blindly searching he finally woke up. You were gone and he meant gone from his apartment. You weren’t in the bathroom or kitchen or anything. He sat up against the headboard stretching his limbs out as he tried waking himself up more. He sat there for a moment trying to regain consciousness and reached over to the nightstand for his phone. You probably woke up early and got a cab or something back to your place.

Now that he was awake he could remember last night. He’d gone to the nightclub to destress and he met that girl there. He had full intentions to take her home until he saw you with some guy and his plans changed. You were his sneaky link, nobody else’s as far as he’s concerned. His chest filled with pride when you ditched that guy for him too. He didn’t even know the girl well enough to care about leaving her when he saw you. It was just so easy with you. He didn’t have to explain why he wasn’t looking for anything serious. He didn’t have to pretend to be pleasured by what they did to him. He had you who knew his body inside and out. You knew how to get him excited and you owned half the pleasure he received. You knew the deal too. Neither one of you expected anything more than a hook up and that’s how he liked it. He didn’t have to play nice after doing the dirty and you knew when it was time to go. It was just so easy. He will admit that you could’ve at least told him when you left. He checked his phone notifications, smiling a little to himself.

y/n: fyi I left around 7

y/n: u were snoring and I couldn’t sleep

jungkook: lame

jungkook: u were snoring too and I put up with it

The next time Jungkook met up with his friends was at Namjoon’s place. He had a few people over since he just moved into a new apartment and Jungkook was bored beyond belief. The only chicks around were his friend’s girlfriends plus their own friends. They were annoying and they threw themselves at him in the most obnoxious way. Usually he’d put up with it if it meant he can convince one of them to hook up but right now he’s not in the mood. He’s debating if he should text you to come over. Fuck it.

“Who are you texting?” Taehyung asked taking a seat next to him. Jungkook didn’t look up from his phone as he asked what you were doing through text. He responded to Taehyung, “Y/n.”

“Whoa, when did you start messing around with Y/n again?” Jin asked sitting on the other side of him. Jungkook looked up at him with a shrug of his shoulders, “Few days ago. I just invited her over.”

“How’s she doing?” Taehyung asked. The last time he heard Jungkook talk about you had to have been at least a month and a half ago.

You fit so well with all of them when you and Jungkook are hooking up again. Some of the other girls Jungkook brings around are just such a drag that being around them is hard. Of course they never last anyway but for some reason Jungkook always comes back to you. Taehyung knows Jungkook says it’s nothing serious and hell you’re both fine with the arrangements but sometimes he wonders if there’s more to it.

Never being the type to question his friend’s relationship he keeps quiet but he really wants to ask Jungkook why he doesn’t just date you. You clearly like each other enough to hook up every now and then and he usually never goes back to same chick twice yet he’s been having random flings with you for over a year. Taehyung gets you’re both busy with work and your own lives he just doesn’t get how that stops you two from seeing each other more often.

When you got here Jungkook didn’t even bother meeting you downstairs. You were let up and Namjoon got the door for you greeting you with a hug saying it’s been a while since he last saw you. Jungkook was quick to go to you then, not hugging you or anything just being there next to you.

“Are you working later?” You asked Jungkook. He was a DJ Thursday to Sunday at a friend’s nightclub and then on the days he has off he doesn’t do anything but hobbies. The pay was good as a DJ especially when he got to work business events that he didn’t have to stress about money. The nightclub was pretty popular and every weekend it was a sure hit to be completely packed. That’s how he met you actually. Over a year ago on your 21st birthday you went to Hoseok’s night club where Jungkook was playing at and your friend asked if you could go up to where he was at since it was your birthday. Normally Jungkook would’ve said no but one look at you and he was even letting you wear his headphones and scratch a record. By the end of the night you two hooked up in the back of his Mercedes Benz and exchanged numbers.

Jungkook never expected to see you again after that but on a night he didn’t work he ran into you down in Hongdae and one thing led to another and you were hooking up yet again. This time it was in the club restroom—very classy yes. Then after that he slid up on your story of you wearing a nice bikini and boom you were meeting up again. In the span of a year you managed to have an unspoken agreement that you were just using each other when you needed it and forgetting each other when you didn’t. It’s the closest relationship Jungkook has had in at least two years and that’s that you’re definitely not exclusive.

“Yeah I’ll go in around 10 and I’ll get off at 3am.” He told you checking the time, “Why? Wanna come out tonight? You can stand up there with me.”

“Yeah,” you answered looking around at all the people Namjoon invited. You got some glares from a couple girls who’d be trying to flirt with Jungkook but it’s not like you knew that. You just knew they were glaring at you like you did something wrong and you hated that. Jungkook didn’t think about it when he threw an arm around your shoulders pulling you into his side only to kiss you right on the lips. You welcomed it of course with an arm going around him.

His lip ring felt cold against your skin but wasn’t a bother. He angled his head to the side to deepen the kiss as your lip gloss rubbed off on his mouth. Your fingernails scratched along the hairs on his nape before coming around to the side of his throat and pushing back. His body moved back but his mouth stayed attached to yours until he was ready to stop kissing. As he pulled away he let his teeth nip at your lip as he hummed, “Mmm, can’t wait to take you home tonight.”

“What if I let some other guy take me home tonight?” You asked. You had no intentions of taking another guy home if Jungkook was around but there’s nothing wrong with a little bit of teasing. Jungkook is very easily jealous and possessive. Even if you weren’t dating he doesn’t give up what he considers his easily. Of course when you phase out he’s got no control over who you see but whenever you’re phased in he tries to only keep his focus on you. Sure, sometimes his eyes wander or his fingers text someone else but it’s not ever more than that. That’s him being a good boy when you’re around. You don’t even know how bad he gets whenever you’re not speaking.

The reason why you’ve never considered making things official between you two is simply because it complicated things. You didn’t want a guy to have any sort of control over you and you definitely didn’t want to be vulnerable around him. When you’re in a relationship it’s very easy to get dragged into this bubble where it’s just you two and he’ll have the most power to hurt you. Why would you want that when you love being a free spirit who could do as they please? And no offense to Jungkook but you could never trust him in a relationship. He was such a player that he wasn’t even dating material you think. You’re no good for him either though. The second it gets too intense you leave, like fully leave. You don’t talk to him until you both phase out and then do it all over again.

It’s just no fun when someone is keeping tabs on you and it’s not like you’re any good at relationships anyway so your sneaky link arrangement with Jungkook was perfect.

“Is that his girlfriend?” One of the girls from earlier asked Jin. It was Namjoon’s girlfriend Sora. She pointed where you and Jungkook stood and Jin looked over too. Jungkook was currently pulling you in for another kiss.

“Not really,” Jin answered with a shrug. He didn’t even know what to call you two. You weren’t dating but how was he supposed to explain you two have been hooking up for about a year now but it’s so on and off that they can’t classify you as fuckbuddies or a couple? Sora shared a look with the girl she brought a long before turning back to him, “Not really or no?”

“Not really no,” another shrug, “I don’t know. They’re not dating I guess. It’s complicated.”

Then, like the evil person Jin is, he smirked mischievously to the two girls, “But if you’re really curious there’s nothing serious between them so I’m sure you can make a move on him.” Jin knew that Sora was only asking about Jungkook because her friend must’ve thought he was. Jin would find it awfully funny if she tried to flirt with him right now that you’re there.

“So they’re not dating?” The girl, Yeonwoo, asked. He shook his head, “No, they’re not and she’s going to the bathroom so if you’re really interested nows the time to go for it.”

Jin really liked having you around actually. Obviously he only hung out with you when you and Jungkook were messing around but you were just so easy to get along with. If you and Jungkook didn’t have that weird relationship going on Jin would’ve made a move on you a long time ago. But he knows Jungkook would never let that happen whether you were dating or not. Jungkook was very territorial over you even if the other girls he hooks up with he couldn’t care less about.

He was actually surprised when the girl actually went to talk with Jungkook. Jin was being messy he knows but it’ll be so funny when you come back and get mad. You’ll probably get so mad you’ll want to leave and then Jungkook will follow after you like a dumb puppy even though he says it’s not serious between you two. That’s part of the reason everyone likes to mess with you two. They wanna see what they can do to upset you both until one of you caved and asks the other to make it official. And Jin was kind of an asshole.

Jin couldn’t hear what the girl was saying but the expression on Jungkook was just priceless. He looked so taken back by her forwardness that when she asked for his Instagram he gave it. He was flirting with her openly. Of course he hadn’t seen you standing behind him looking anything but happy.

When the girl was done she turned to see if you were back yet and jumped back in surprise to find you there. You didn’t make a fuss over it but Jungkook could tell you’d seen too much. He usually doesn’t think about giving some girl his info but when you’re around it just feels wrong. He’s not dating you but for the moment being you’re the one spending the night in his bed or him in yours. That’s why he felt guilty knowing he was caught. You didn’t even give a hint to how you felt but Jungkook just knew you too well.

You forced a fake smile on your face, “Sorry I just want my drink back and I’ll get out of the way.” You were being so obviously sarcastic but you took the drink out of his hand and left. He stared after you as you went to sit with Taehyung and Jin leaving Jungkook there with the girl. Ah shit, he’s made you mad. He didn’t even look back at her as he followed after you.

“Why’d you leave?” He asked sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch you sat on. His knees bumped against yours and his broad figure hid you from the girl’s view. His hands were on the edge of the table, rings hitting against the sides anxiously. Jin and Taehyung pretended to talk about something while making sure to eavesdrop to your conversation. You didn’t look up from your phone, sitting back with a leg thrown over the other as you answered, “Because I wanted to.”

He bit back a comment he knew would only escalate the situation. It’s weird that you two argued. It’s weird that you got jealous and mad. It’s weird that he felt guilty but did it still anyway. You’re just supposed to be occasional fuck buddies. He looked down at the time on his phone letting out a small sigh, “Alright so do you wanna leave and get ready for my set?”

“Not really,” you shrugged not looking at him still. You weren’t too mad but you want to see him act like a puppy for you especially since he’s the one taking other people’s information. He’ll wag his tail after you and it’ll just prove to whoever tried to get with him that he liked his time with you the most. He hit his knee against yours, hand going over your phone forcing you to look at him, “Quit acting like this, do you still wanna go yes or no?”

You only arched a brow at him keeping your distance, “Not if you talk to me like that.” Smacking his lips in annoyance he leaned closer to you dropping a knee to the floor as his hand found your thigh. He leaned up flashing you his sparkly doe eyes, “Come on, let’s go. You already said you’d go with me. You want me to block her?”

“I don’t care,” you shrugged looking away so he wouldn’t see the smile you tried to hide, “Do whatever you want.”

“Oh?” He tilted his head teasingly still close to your face, “I think you do care and that’s why you’re here throwing a fit now.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes and he did the same. There’s no point in having this conversation right now. You’re not dating so he can flirt with whoever he wants. It also means you can’t get jealous when he’s not even yours by heart—body maybe but you don’t own his heart. He looked back to the girl catching her and Namjoon’s girlfriend staring. He looked back to you and took his phone back out. He went to Instagram and to his recent following and clicked on her profile. He shared the screen with you as he blocked her. When he was done he looked up at you expectantly as you smiled widely now. Just like that you were rising to your feet telling him to hurry up before he’s late. And there he goes following after you.

“He’s so whipped,” Taehyung said watching as the two of you left out the door without another word to anyone else. Jin laughed nodding his head in agreement.

Jungkook knows it’s bad. He knows that he’s slowly getting pulled back into you and then he’ll really fall for you. He can’t let that happen, if it does then he’ll be attached and that’s not good. He wouldn’t be thinking this way if his friends haven’t been making fun of him because of it.

He’s Jeon Jungkook, he doesn’t get played by girls. He doesn’t get tied down by anyone and definitely not you. Please not you. He wants to keep things between you without feelings. He doesn’t want to fall for you and get hurt in the end. That’s all relationships are. You’re happy for a while, fall in love, then problems come. You’ll break up and it’ll just be too complicated.

Like this he doesn’t have to think about the shit he does. His actions affect him and him alone but if he’s tied down he could seriously hurt the other person. Or vise versa, something they do to him might completely break him and he’s not willing to let anyone have that power over him. Everyone thinks he’s playing you along but that’s because they didn’t know you like he did. You were just like him.

You didn’t really believe that there were any romantic feelings between you and Jungkook. Sure, you might’ve gotten jealous over him flirting but that’s not because you liked him. It’s because you knew him better and you’ll be damned if you’ll let someone steal his attention away. Obviously he still gave it you and it made you smile but it’s because you won. It had nothing to do with the thought of seeing Jungkook flirt with some girl in front you. No, he flirts with girls all the time. You were just an easily jealous person who gets pretty upset when the guy you’re fooling around with is giving someone else even the slightest bit of attention.

You couldn’t possibly ever have feelings for him. It’d just be weird if they sprung out of no where at this point. You’ve been fooling around like this since last year, it was purely sexual. There’s no way you can suddenly develop feelings for someone like that.

That’s just not possible. The pessimistic side of you couldn’t comprehend the idea of falling for Jungkook. He was just so… simple. Not that he was simple in appearance or anything, on the contrary he was too damn hot. He’s the type to always have someone crushing on him. You couldn’t catch feelings for someone like that. You’d get too mad if you even thought he was flirting with someone and you’ve learned from the past that’s bad. He’s just not the kind of guy you should fall for if you have trust issues.

It doesn’t mean you’re not attracted to him. That’s why you only mess around on occasion. You could sleep with him without worrying about being tied down. You knew that with him it didn’t have to be anything more than sex. No questions. Sure sometimes you had some deep after sex talks about whatever was on the mind but then morning would come and it’s like you were strangers again. Honestly, you preferred it that way. You were a runaway when it came to commitment. The thought of a serious relationship that you actually had to communicate and put in effort for it work was just not for you. You’re a quitter when it gets hard and that’s why you can only be with Jungkook in little bits of time. That way you don’t get overly attached and develop feelings for him.

“Right so you were jealous? Is that what you’re telling me?” Your best friend asked as he laid on your bed. You were currently in the middle of finishing up some graphic logo for a client at work while Jimin waited for you to finish. You haven’t seen him in a while and he loved hearing other people’s lives if it had drama.

“Only a little,” you shrugged confessing to it.

“Then he blocked the girl so you wouldn’t be mad?” Jimin asked before letting out a disappointed sigh, “You are the dumbest people I’ve ever met. Why can’t you two just admit that you want to date.”

“Because we don’t? Why would I want to get into a relationship with a guy I just ran into a couple weeks ago?” You asked referring to your first meet up recently. The one where you ran into him the night you flaked on each other. The universe had definitely thought it was time to bring you two together again.

“Because he’s the one you keep going back to when you’re tired of other hook ups?” Jimin asked rhetorically, “Because even if you won’t go out with him you don’t want anyone else to have him either?”

“Jimin just drop it,” you sighed turning away so you could the stupid devil himself. Maybe he can come pick you up so Jimin would leave. You love him but sometimes he’s the voice of reason when you didn’t want to be. You’ve got too much pride to hear what’s true from someone else.

“I just don’t get it, why don’t you even want to try?” He asked you calmer now, “Why is it so bad to admit you really like Jungkook and he really likes you?”

“Because it’s wrong,” you said stubbornly, “Look, he’s not asking for more so clearly this works.”

“I just don’t get how. Once you’re done with someone that’s it but with Jungkook you always go back when you see him, why?”

“Honestly,” you paused in thought. You’ll tell him why but that still won’t make you want to force a relationship with Jungkook. “I just like how easy it is with him. He’s not holding me up to these unattainable expectations. We don’t judge each other, we don’t ask questions, we just keep each other company when needed.”

“Then, when the spark is gone we just phase out. I don’t have to worry about what he’s doing when we’re not talking and he doesn’t worry about what I do.”

“I just think you’re scared of commitment so anytime it gets a little too serious you both just ghost each other and pretend like it’s no big deal until you run into each other after a while and do it all over again,” Jimin concluded, “And I think you’ll both regret not admitting it sooner.”

You didn’t want to hear what Jimin said. He could be completely wrong. You knew Jungkook, he didn’t. Jungkook would never in a million years try and settle down especially not with you. You just weren’t the type of people to do that. And you’re pissed that Jimin is getting that thought stuck in your head when you know it’s no good. Maybe you have been a little too clingy toward Jungkook and you needed to stop. You did get jealous the other night and he probably hated that. You were basically trying to claim him without even dating and you knew Jungkook hated labels. Maybe it’s about time you phase out again.

Jungkook’s acting like it doesn’t bother him. He’s acting like you suddenly distancing from him this week didn’t piss him off. Then, he got even more pissed off at the thought that he was genuinely upset about it. Who cares if you’re busy? Who cares if you stop talking to him? He knows the drill. He knows how you two are. You were messing around for a couple weeks now so he’s assuming you were just ready to forget him all over again.

“Stop checking your phone and focus on the game,” Jin told him trying to get his attention back to their fighting match. Jungkook was supposed to be playing video games with his friend but he was way too distracted. He asked you to come see his set tonight but you didn’t respond. You also hadn’t responded two days ago when he asked to meet up.

“Where’s Y/n? You should see if she wants to come over,” Namjoon said watching the two play. Jungkook didn’t look away from the television as he spoke, “Why would I invite her?”

“Because you’ve been hanging out together again?” Namjoon said trying to understand Jungkook now. Jungkook just shrugged him off, “She’s got better things to do.”

Jin looked over to him and the angry way he pushed onto the controller, “Are you guys fighting right now?”

“Why would we be fighting? She’s doing her own thing and I don’t care to ask what,” Jungkook told him, “Come on, pay attention to the game before I just leave.”

“Jeez, why are you so mad?” Taehyung asked sitting up from his spot on the couch. The controller vibrated in Jungkook’s signaling his defeat and he threw it on the couch in a fit.

“Why would I be mad?” Jungkook asked even as he huffed in annoyance. Why haven’t you texted him back? Was that it this time? Is he just supposed to go back to what he was doing before he ran into you again? It’s so annoying.

“Because Y/n’s ignoring you,” Jin said even though he knew it’d only set his friend off, “And you’re already missing her.”

“Jesus Christ, what is wrong with you guys? We weren’t dating or anything,” Jungkook scoffed in disbelief, “I don’t give a fuck if she’s not talking to me right now. I was getting bored of her anyway.”

“You’re lying, you’ve been checking your phone all day and we all know why,” Namjoon argued, “Just admit that you’re scared to tell her how you feel.”

Jungkook laughed dryly, “I’m not gonna sit here listening to all of you talk about something you don’t understand. I’m leaving.”

“Jungkook cmon we’re just saying you don’t have to act like it doesn’t bother you when she ignore—“

The door was slammed shut as he left. The other guys sat there disappointed. Now Jungkook is going to act like you. It was about time you phased out anyway. He’s been spending too much time with you lately he should’ve realized it was getting boring again.

It’s fine. He hasn’t slept with you in over a week and you’re ignoring him so it’s about time he goes back to his old ways. Wow, he forgot how freeing it is not to have to think about someone all day. You’d been texting every chance you had and he was bringing you with wherever he went. It was tiring. Good thing he doesn’t have to do that anymore since you’re not responding. He’ll just move on to the next. Easy as pie. You’re not that special to him anyway.

He left to the nightclub just as annoyed as he was when he left his friend’s house. He was just so irritated by you. He didn’t get why you’re avoiding him and he’s not sure why he cares this time around. He just wanted you to come out with him tonight and yet you never responded.

That’s why in the middle of his set, when he saw you through the crowd of club goers dancing with some guy, he called some random girl up to where he was. He used her as a distraction so he wouldn’t think about you but it didn’t work. He kept looking to where you were even as he tried to play music.

“You’re hot,” Jungkook told the random girl without much thought. He didn’t have to think about what he said. He didn’t have to try and charm her when he knows she’ll do what he says anyway. It’s a gift, the effect he has on people without doing anything. He wasn’t nice or anything, he was just attractive and charming and intimidating. He didn’t have to work to have any girl he wanted so trust him when he says he doesn’t care if you’re here with another guy.

At least right now he doesn’t have to feel guilty about flirting with someone. You were here with someone else so he had every right to act like himself.

But it’s the audacity that has him annoyed. You could’ve gone to any nightclub to grind up against another guy but you just had to choose the one he works at. On top of that he asked you to come out with him and you show up with someone else to his job. Yeah alright, he gets it, you phased out. He’ll show you he doesn’t care either.

Fuck his friends for trying to tell him how he feels. As if he doesn’t know his own feelings. He does not care about you like that. He never has. He never will. You’re just someone he goes to when he’s lonely. Just someone who he can be around without any expectations. He doesn’t have to act like he’ll change for you. He doesn’t have to pretend to be a good guy around you. You already knew him. You knew how he was. He didn’t have to act like he was nice and interested in anything beyond sex like he does with all the other girls.

You don’t care if he doesn’t want to commit because you don’t want to either. He doesn’t have to pretend like he’ll call you back after a one night stand. He doesn’t have to lie to you like he does with ever other girl when he says, ‘Yeah… I’m too busy for a relationship. You get that right? Like you knew this was just sex, right? I won’t call you in the morning so don’t expect it.’

So yeah, his friends are wrong. There’s nothing between you two other than a simple understanding that neither of you was expecting anything more than the other. He doesn’t expect you to be loyal to him because he’s not loyal to you but that’s fine. You’re not dating, you don’t have to be. You’re just convenient.

He doesn’t have to talk to you all the time to know if you’ll wanna go home with him or not. You only get thrown back into each other’s lives when it’s convenient. There’s no judgement with you. No expectations. No hurt feelings when he’s an asshole.

Jungkook’s hand shook as he reached for the microphone, he’s not sure what he’s doing though. His body is moving before his mind could process it. The next thing he knows is he’s saying your name over a song looking straight at you watching you and the guy turned toward him. He kept the music going and nobody seemed to notice what he was saying guess but you did.

You didn’t mean to come here tonight, you tried convincing your friends to go somewhere else but Jimin insisted. You tried hiding behind a group of people but Jungkook still saw you. You looked up at him from where he stood and your eyes met. You could see the sharp glare he was shooting you but you didn’t react. You did ignore him but he’s been perfectly fine so who cares. He’ll get over it, he’s already got a girl clinging to his arm. Hell last night he posted on his Instagram story him with some girls. Clearly it didn’t matter if you phased out.

“Is that the DJ?” Jimin asked looking at him now, “Jungkook?”

“You already knew it,” you snapped at him but he only smiled. Of course he knew but he also knew you were being stubborn. Jimin only mentioned a hint of attraction between you two and the first thing you do is try and sabotage it. Jimin shoved you forward, “Go, he’s waiting.”

With a roll of your eyes you did just that. You walked over to where his equipment was set up but before you could there one of the security guards was trying to stop you. Jungkook reached out for your hand pulling you through anyway as he turned to the girl he invited earlier, “Sorry, I can only have one person up here. You understand, right?”

Whatever, it’s fine. It’s not like he’s mad at you for ignoring him or anything. You never get mad at each other over that. You both equally respect each other’s space but if you’re already being dragged back to him maybe it meant you’re not done fooling around. You were probably just overreacting because of the load of bullshit Jimin was telling you. Why did two adults who happen to have sex with each other have to put a label to it? Why can’t you two just mess around without everyone telling you to go out?

Alright, he’s still a little mad. “You ignored my text so you could come with another guy?” He asked turning his back on his equipment letting a song play out. He had to yell into your ear for you to hear.

“I didn’t see your text,” you lied with a shrug, “And he’s my friend so what do you care?”

“I don’t,” he snapped back going back to the music for a second before getting to you, “But how are you gonna ignore me all week and then show up to my job with another guy? I don’t give a fuck if we’re dating or not that’s fucking disrespectful.”

“It’s not that serious Jungkook,” you said defensively. There’s no reason at all for you to be arguing right now. He wasn’t your boyfriend. “I didn’t want to come see you anyway.”

He didn’t say anything for a while before a tense grin appeared on his face as he turned back to work, “Yeah alright then.”

You stood there awkwardly now. Maybe you should have elaborated. It’s not that you didn’t want to see him. It was more so that you didn’t want to see him with Jimin for this exact reason. Still, you didn’t get your point across the right way and now he’s madder than before. It’s sort of embarrassing to argue like this at a nightclub with the guy who’s in charge of the music but everyone so drunk and probably drugged up to notice. Plus, there was a group of people behind Jungkook that you sort of just blended in to. That’s why you approached him without a second thought letting your hand touch his waist from the front.

“I meant with Jimin, I didn’t want to come see you with him because he’s just my friend,” you told him leaning against his back trying to stay out of the way of his working hands, “I knew you’d get mad and I didn’t want to have to explain it.”

“Whatever,” he scoffed. Your arms were wrapped around him from behind but he didn’t react. Yeah, he likes your touch but right now he’s just annoyed. You know damn well that’s not what you meant. You just didn’t want to come see him because you were ignoring him. No need to act like he was the one at fault because he’d get mad. He can see right through your innocent act and it’s annoying him right now.

“Don’t be mad, I’ve just been busy so I haven’t been able to talk to you,” you said hoping he’d stop brushing you off. Even if you weren’t dating and you’ve been avoiding him, you still don’t want him mad at you. You’re not supposed to argue with Jungkook. There’s not supposed to be any feelings there.

“Please,” Jungkook scoffed in disbelief letting another song play fully at a high volume, “You’re never not on your phone. You were ignoring me so don’t act like you weren’t.”

“And stop acting like you didn’t want to come tonight because I’d get mad,” he said, “You didn’t want to see me because you’re avoiding me. Plain and simple.”

You rolled your eyes. Alright, there’s no need to keep arguing. You tried letting it go, “Stop overreacting. You’re not my boyfriend.”

He froze glaring at you for a moment. The song was ending soon but he was just so flabbergasted. He knows he’s not your boyfriend. He doesn’t want to be. But you’re not just going to brush him off like that, at least not without making him snap.

“Oh fuck you,” he sighed deeply, “You can go then, since you didn’t even want to see me and I’m just overreacting. I don’t give a fuck anymore.”

“Fine,” you answered and he let you walk off. He didn’t even bother to look for you in the crowd. He just needed some space and to focus on work alone. This is why he shouldn’t care what you do when he’s not messing with you.

This was so annoying. Why was it getting so complicated with Jungkook? It’s not supposed to be that way. He’s supposed to be the easy one to handle. He’s supposed to be your go-to when you’re looking for some stress relief. Okay yeah, you also got a little jealous when that girl was flirting with him at Namjoon’s place but still. This wasn’t fair. He was mad at you and for what? It’s not like you said anything wrong. You weren’t dating and honestly you’re not even really friends. So what was so wrong about what you said or did? And why did you feel so guilty despite being single?

It’s all your friend’s fault. They all put it in your heads that your relationship with Jungkook was strange. That you two should just go out even if it’s not something either one of you thought about. It’s the reason both of you have been on edge.

Not to mention when he told you to go did he mean from where he was or go from his life? Like was he done with you? Were you losing the only guy you felt could see you naked without any judgement or standards set? Someone who doesn’t think about the type of person you are or make assumptions over how you’d act?

When Jungkook was off all he wanted to do was crash. He got so upset earlier and he couldn’t understand why. He shouldn’t care about who you hang out with but he does. He blames the guys for making him question what he truly felt for you. He still doesn’t understand but he also knew that something was changing. He never cared about what you did when he wasn’t around but this time it was different. He feels bad for snapping at you in the end but he hates being brushed off. You told him he was overreacting and alright, maybe but at the same time put yourself in his shoes. The one you’ve been hooking up with suddenly ghosts you and you invite them out for the night only for them to show up with another person.

The one thing Jungkook hadn’t intended to do was drive to your place instead of his. It must’ve been the thought of you on his drive that made him steer toward you apartment. He cursed at himself for not realizing it sooner but now here he was in front of your building all too tempted now to go see you. He was in the mood to make up. You couldn’t stop talking to each other ending on a bad foot.

It was past 3am and yet… here he was standing at your door knocking. It took you a minute to open but when you did it was clear your night out had just ended as well. You were in the little black dress you wore tonight but your jewelry was off and so were your shoes. He got a better look at the dress again and his jaw clenched at the reminder of the night’s event as he stood in front of you now.

Neither one of you said anything as the tips of your shoes touched due to your proximity. You should probably apologize or make up but you weren’t even sure for what. You both had no clue what happened earlier so how were supposed to act on that? You’d just gotten home thinking about Jungkook and now he’s at your door. Good, it seemed like he was done being mad but you couldn’t just give in, “What are you doing here?”

He spoke lowkey, head tilted to the side in a teasing matter, “Truce?” You pondered over it. Truce? He was done arguing so what would happen now? You didn’t care for an argument with Jungkook. You two weren’t supposed to argue, you were supposed to do other things.

“Truce.”

That was all he needed to hear before he was letting himself in. The second his things hit the floor he was turning toward you pulling you into him with intense desire. Your lips crashed messily letting out hints of leftover anger out through the swirl of your tongues. Your arms were around his neck pulling him closer into you standing in your tiptoes to reach him better. He was fighting to get his shoes while still kissing you and when he stood straight again he took hold of you. His hands gripped your hips pushing you flush against the wall as he pressed against you.

Your back hit the wall in the hallway with a soft thud. You licked along his tongue letting spit pool between you two as he yanked at your dress to pull it up. His lip ring rolled with your lips as his hands trailed over your dress as he began to leave kisses down your jaw.

“Jung—“ his name got caught in your throat as he did what you were about to warn him not to do. You jolted to the side a little with the effort of him tearing your dress apart in a rush. It soon pooled at your feet as he kissed along your neck. You were just in your bra in underwear clawing at his shirt for him to take it off and he did just that before attacking your neck with hickies again.

You licked your lips catching your breath as his hands began to run down your sides. Slowly he was kissing lower, cupping your boobs as he kissed between them. He kissed over the fabric or your bra down the middle of the stomach. Jungkook let his hands roam toward the back, palms flat on your butt as he kneeled before you. He kissed down your belly button and with a tight fist over your underwear he slid them off.

Yeah he knows you two argued a little earlier but it was whatever now. He had to not think about it right now and take what you’ll give him. His fingernails dig into your butt now as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. Lightly he began leaving kisses along your inner thighs between words, “You know I can’t stay away from you, pretty girl.”

“Shut up,” you sighed out in anticipation feeling your core begin to tingle the closer he got. He breath fanned your face when he pecked your hooded clit with an extremely soft and quick kiss, “Don’t tell me to shut up.”

“Or what?” You asked with hazed eyes as your hand found purchase in his hair. He looked up at you from between your legs urging you to move closer to his face, then, he let his tongue flatten along your slit. The small pool of wetness collected on his tongue like a puddle that he swallowed back. The hand on your thigh tightened and before you knew it he was pulling on your other leg to sling it over his shoulder too. You didn’t have time to react as you tried holding the wall for support while both your legs swung over his shoulders. He used the wall for support of your weight as his face dug into your heat, tongue lapping at your slick while the tip of it hit against your clit. He was sucking lightly with each flick of his tongue letting your hips buck into his face.

Your hand tightened in his hair yanking him with the movement of your hips. His tongue curled inside your heat traveling between your folds until he was swirling it around your hardened clit. He wrapped his lips around the small pleasure point and started sucking, tongue flicking the end as he followed his cheeks creating a suction around your clit. With his hands busy holding you up he couldn’t finger you so he made it up with the way he made out with your pussy. It was sticky and wet but he didn’t stop, not even when your back arched off the wall for pleasure.

“Wai—I think… Jungk—“ you couldn’t finish your sentence as he felt you getting closer to the end. Instead he applied more pressure to his movements. You jolted in pleased surprise when his two front teeth ever so lightly nipped at your clit, not in pain but in pleasure. His tongue rubbed along your left labia feeling the swollen folds and created a tingling sensation that had your legs shaking around his neck. You rode his face only a little more when his hands tightened on your butt forcing you tighter around his head.

In one go, before you could even realize it, you were cumming with a whine of his name. He let you ride your high using him to get yourself off even with the sting on his scalp from your grip.

It took a moment but once you were done shaking and he was done licking up your release as best as he could, he was letting your feet down. You slumped against the wall, knees giving in as you sank to the floor. Jungkook didn’t think twice unbuttoning his jeans and pulling his briefs down to expose his hardened cock. No matter what was going on between you there was always this hunger for you in the back of his mind.

Your mind was still a little foggy from your orgasm but when his cock stood pointed at you mere inches from your face, you acted on impulse. Jungkook’s hand found it’s way to your hair combing it back so he could see your face as he stroked his cock in front of you. Your lips parts staring down at his size. He had one of the prettiest members you’ve ever seen from the shape to the length. It dribbled clear drops of precum as he jerked himself off to the sight of you. He looked down at your bra in distaste before reaching down your back to undo it. You slid it off as he watched you with pure lust in his eyes. When you looked down at his member, mouth open in want, he teased you with the head. He hit his tip against your lips watching your mouth try and chase him and he smiled.

“You want it?” He asked teasingly letting his dock softly smack against your cheek watching your eyes narrow in annoyance. You were just so pretty like this, well all the time but he was focused on now. He gripped your jaw with his free hand and he leaned down still stroking himself as he kissed you on the lips. You could taste yourself on him and it had your hand going over his to take over jerking him off. He let you, groaning into your mouth at the slight squeeze. His tongue licked along your bottom lip trying to deepen the kiss while your hand worked to get him off.

Jungkook pulled away suddenly looking down at your panting mouth and before you knew it he was gathering spit in his mouth. He put pressure into your cheek letting your mouth open further and without thinking he spit right into it. You didn’t swallow it right away letting it pool with your own saliva and when he stood straight you let it dribble down the side of his dick. He sighed in content at some friction letting his hand flatten against the wall while the other helped line your head with his member.

“Good fucking girl,” he groaned, his forehead resting on the wall as you skipped teasing him to take him in your mouth. He was panting heavily thrusting into your mouth lightly feeling your tongue lick up his length before swiping at his slit. Your hands jerked off whatever didn’t fit in your mouth and when he touched the back of your throat it only made more saliva spill out. Small spit bubbles coated his dick creating an easy glide into your mouth and hands. He was struggling to hold himself back from releasing down your throat but you just made it so hard. His jeans were getting on his nerves now too so with the hand that was in your hair he tried tugging them off not stopping you from taking him.

He had to lick his drying lips biting back a grown when your hand took his balls into hold massaging them like they were for stress. The way you pulled and rubbed them against each other had him pushing more into your mouth. He didn’t bite back his dirty words, “Get up and turn around so I could fill your pussy now.”

It didn’t stop you though, it only made you speed up ready to get him off with your mouth the way he did with you. His abs flexed in intense pleasure as he tried getting you off before he came but it was no use. The second your fingers slid a little too close down his perineum he was shaking in release.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” chains of curse words escaped his lips as you sucked him dry trying to swallow his cum down your throat, some of it drooling down the sides toward your chin and neck. He had to push against the wall and away from you before you sent him into overdrive and as he looked down at the mess between you two he left he was yanking you up to your feet.

“And you still won’t shut up,” you teased gathering his release that dribbled down your jaw and pushing it into your mouth to swallow. He growled at your words pulling you to him by your neck so you could kiss again, “How can I when everything you do drives me crazy?”

You rolled your eyes playfully as he gripped your hip before flipping you to face the wall. You hit it softly hearing his jeans dropped to the ground along with his briefs as he kicked them off. You could hear tearing of plastic and assumed he had a condom in his possession but you didn’t even question it as you anticipated feeling his cock in your tight heat.

He didn’t even give a proper warning, stroking himself hard against as he lined himself up with your heat making sure to kick your legs apart so he could fit. With a hand on your shoulder he thrusted your letting his cock catch on your entrance and pushed in with a growl. You moaned at the stretch feeling him already draw back gently to speed the process up. Not like you weren’t used to him anyway. You stood away from the wall so you could bend forward a little and he began to really thrust.

If you could only see the way his glute muscles flexed with each stroke of his thick length inside your wet cunt. The way the muscles in his thighs tightened and his chest loomed over your back. You wanted to see him. There was nothing better than seeing the way he gasped for you, brows scrunched together and eyes squeezed shut. You tried fucking back onto him but you didn’t want to stand anymore. Feeling you begin to give up around him he held you tighter using you to get himself off for a moment. Then, with a puff of his chest he was turning you so he could lift one of your legs up toward the ceiling.

With the new angle he reached a deeper point and his hand was able to grope at your tits. You whined at the new position trying to pull him closer to you feeling him moan into your mouth, “I don’t care who you’re with, this pussy…”

He hit your clit softly for emphasis, “This all belongs to me. Imma write my name on it.”

“Fuck you,” you sighed out, “I’m already getting tired.”

“No, no no,” he said tauntingly and before you knew it he was picking you up wrapping your legs around his waist, “We’re not even close to being done pretty baby.”

You groaned impatiently trying to bounce on him. He pushed away from the wall walking blindly to your your room. He swung the door open tossing you on the bed, his member slipping out as you sat. He stood in front of you letting your eyes trail over his tattoos and toned chest stopping at his hard cock. You brought your arms up to wrap around his neck and he leaned low enough to hoist you up in his arms again. Then, he planted a knee on the bed and crawled up toward the pillows with you in his hold. He set you down gently looking down at you as he hovered over your spread legs. His covered cock was grinding against your heat, the warm length rutting against your clit teasingly as he looked down.

“Tell me you want it baby,” he bit into his lip feeling the way he slid between your puffy folds, “And it’s all yours.”

You didn’t say anything trying to be defiant but the teasing was too much. You just wanted to reach your second orgasm. “What will be mine?” You asked as your eyes caught sight of a small tube right on your nightstand next to a small mirror.

“Me, all of this,” he huffed continuing to hump against you, “Say it.”

You didn’t hesitate as you took the tube, his eyes were closed in pleasure so he didn’t see you unscrew the top of the lipstick you used earlier in the night. It wasn’t until he felt something strange push against his chest that his eyes widened. He looked down watching as you sprawled your name across his toned, tatted chest with lipstick, “Oh fuck, Y/n.”

“You said it’s mine, I’m putting my name on it then,” you said feeling his eyes drift back to your face. Before you could even think of smirking mischievously his mouth was crashing down on yours as his cock entered your heat again. You both groaned in pleasure as he sunk in, immediately picking up a quick rhythm as he fucked every ounce of want into your tight walls.

“Greedy bitch,” he said moaning as he fucked into you, hips pistoning back and forth letting himself grind when he was flush inside you, “You claiming me?”

“Mhm,” you moaned out trying to meet his thrusts with your own efforts. Your nails clawed at his back feeling him suck a boob into his mouth. You could feel him leave love bites on your chest but the tipping point was when he sucked on your nipple as your body bounced off the bed with each thrust.

Neither one of you had to say anything to know you were both cumming. You knew each other’s body so well that when you were ready, you were releasing at the same time. He grunted against your chest, hips thrusting trying to ride out your highs. The condom caught all of his release that he wished could paint your insides.

You were sweaty and hot gasping for breath as he crashed down over you, the lipstick not even smudging. After a moment of waiting, he was pulling out of you rolling onto your side panting.

It was quiet then letting the effects of intense sex wear off as he looked at his chest in disbelief, “Goddamn you really put your name on me.”

“And you better not wash it off right away,” you sighed out stretching your sore limbs. Nothing felt new between you two because you’d done this before. It was always a little rough and needy with him, always degrading yet so fucking good and that’s why he was your stress relief. He manhandled you and gave you pleasure without you even having to work for it. Then after, you two would lay in bed and not speak of it again.

He turned on his side trapped you against him and let his leg lay over yours in a mix or blankets and limbs. Then just like that he was closing his eyes to lull himself to sleep. His lip ring caught between his teeth as he held you in his arms.

By morning he wasn’t sure what he expected when he rolled over to your side to wrap you in his arms only to hit an empty bed. He thought that since you quite literally put your name on him you would still be there considering this was your place but clearly he was proven wrong. He woke up alone looking around for you them glanced down at his chest at the smudged writing.

He grabbed his phone, chest caving in as he read your poor excuse for leaving him to wake up alone in your bed.

y/n: friend invited me for breakfast

y/n: just lock the door when u go

Right. As if you ever stayed in the morning.

Jungkook tried not to dwell on it. It was the first weekend he didn’t have to work and since you weren’t around he had nothing to do here. He grabbed his things got dressed and left.

He’s grown, he knows what he signed up for. It’s never bothered him before even if he thrived off physical intimacy. You weren’t like that unless it came to sex. You hated being hugged, touched, any of it whereas Jungkook was the opposite. He loved being held by someone he was familiar with and unfortunately that was you. His typical lays are simple list driven and he’s not the type to wrap his arms around them to sleep. He doesn’t know them that well but he knows you like that. But in the morning you always left.

Once he was home he washed off your name and tried moving on through his day. He’s going to try and distract himself so he wouldn’t think of you. He’s realized he’s thought of you too many times recently and that’s dangerous territory. His DMs are filled with messages from people wanting to meet up so he might indulge tonight. Like you said, it’s not like you were dating. He’ll remember that.

You felt bad for leaving him there but you had no idea what else to do. It was just sex right? It always got a little too intense between you two and that’s why you ran away right after. It didn’t stop you from feeling guilty all day. Yet the guilt did nothing to you when you were asked to go out clubbing again.

You forced yourself not to think about him because you weren’t dating, you were only fooling around. He hasn’t said he wants to settle down so you’re not even keeping that thought in your mind. The words you spoke to each other during sex last night weren’t to be taken seriously. You always talked like that in the bed but it had never meant anything. You doubt this time would be any different.

And honestly, he proved you right. He didn’t think of you as anything more than a convenient lay and thats why you’d never date. Why else would you be seeing him tonight with his friends and some girls at a club grinding with them as if your name hadn’t been written on him the night before. And his sixth sense picked up on your presence, turning instantly to look over what had sent a sensation down his spine. Your eyes met. This was deja vu to a few weeks ago.

The look in both sets of eyes was lack of amusement. Unsurprised and definitely not at all caught off guard by the sight of the other. This was surprisingly a familiar betrayal, the kind that you lie about even when you know you’ll get caught. It was comical even, the need to lie to each other when you didn’t have to. What you two had was not serious at all. Yet you both knew it was wrong to act like this as if you weren’t in each other’s arms last night.

At the same time, that small sense of betrayal intensified between the both of you. Voice of reason completely gone from you two as the anger began to set in. The audacity of the other. Just last night… everything that was said and done. Now look.

You didn’t stop your feet as you cross the floor toward him and the girl that had been clinging to him was brushed off to the side. He stood in front of you, drink in hand as you spoke over each other.

“Why’d you leave me there alone?” “Why are you here with another girl?”

“Oh my god,” Jungkook rolled his eyes, “That’s the first thing you wanna say to me? Not even a hello or better yet, an ‘I’m sorry’?”

“Why would I be sorry? You’re the one here already messing around with someone else after last night. I sent you a text why I left,” you said annoyed. He glared at you, “Yeah and who was that friend? A guy? I bet it was, right?”

“And if it was?” It was only Jimin.

“You’re really something else Y/n, if you can go be with another guy then I can do whatever the fuck i want too,” he said over the loud music. Some of his friends had turned to look at you guys, some of the girls there whispering about you but the only one to get close was Taehyung.

“Come on, don’t argue right here—“ Taehyung tried cutting in but Jungkook only shrugged him off. He was mad and even if the stubborn side of him said he shouldn’t because there’s not supposed to be any strings attached. The realist side told him their clearly were very thick strings attached and they were all getting into knots.

“You wanna keep leaving you get what you want then I’m done,” Jungkook said to you, “I’m gonna do whatever the fuck I want too.“

“Oh fuck you Jungkook, don’t act like it’s just me. You never ask me to stay.” you yelled back, “After we fuck you always go and find yourself some other girl so don’t even pretend like you’re innocent. All you want is sex too—“

“Why do I have to beg you to stay? You think you’re that special to me?” Jungkook asked as Taehyung tried pulling him back before you two made an even bigger scene. The strobe lights colored you in shades of purple and blue with red too. The music was so loud and everyone was so close yet he didn’t care about that, “And I’m not acting innocent. I don’t give a fuck, you keep leaving and I’ll keep finding someone else to take your spot. You need me more than I need you, remember that.”

You smiled tightly glaring at him, “Alright.” Taehyung was trying to put space between you two feeling the quick escalation. This is what he meant when he said you needed to figure your shit out together before it was too late. Look at how mad you both were when just admitting you want each other would solve it all. You were jealous and so was he so you’re trying to hurt each other. Jungkook waited for you to finish but you were backing away, “I’m done. I don’t need anyone, especially not you so we’re done.”

“Then leave,” he said harshly. Jungkook wasn’t even thinking right now. He’s said some hurtful things but what you’re saying hurts too. That’s why he had to put up a front and be colder than you or else he’ll really hurt. You didn’t argue anymore, simply nodded your head and did just that. You turned your back to him pushing your way through the crowd feeling all of their stares on you.

“Jungkook…” Namjoon approached him, “Come on don’t act like thi—“

“Back off,” Jungkook pushed past him no longer interested in getting drunk and taking someone else home. He’ll need to apologize later for taking it out on his friends but right now he’s thinking about you. He has no right to be mad at you for leaving when he never asked you to stay. You’ve got no right getting jealous over him with another girl when you know that’s how he is. He gets over one person by getting with someone else, he won’t change for you.

“She’s fucking crazy,” he muttered to himself as he fished out his keys. He knew you really left because he saw you leave through the exit doors. He lost you after that but when Namjoon went to comfort him he couldn’t take it. He didn’t need to be comforted. He needed to find you.

So despite everything he’s still driving to you. Why? Because he’s mad. He’s not supposed to argue with you. You’re the one he feels comfortable with because he’s kept you at a distance. Now look at this mess. He can’t leave it like this. He entered the code to your building letting himself up to your floor. He wasn’t thinking all too clearly. He has yet to figure out what to say to you but he’s still going to you. He wasn’t even sure if you were home yet but that didn’t stop him from knocking.

He stood in front of the peephole so you’d see it was him and waited. He was anxiously fidgeting debating if he should call or text you. He should’ve done that first but as stated earlier he wasn’t thinking. He huffed, “Alright Jungkoom…” he had to talk some sense into himself, “Just call Y/n, work it out.”

His hand was scrolling through his notifications finding one from you and calling you. He tapped against the wall nervously hearing the ringing tone. You could still be out getting drunk, he’s not sure where you went after leaving so that could be the case. But even if it was he hopes you answer.

You didn’t say anything right away but once the ringing stopped and he was connected he was relieved. “Where are you?” He asked forwardly. Now should the two of you talk this out or call it truce again?

You took him by surprise when you spoke, “Waiting for you at your place.”

His whole body tensed as he staring at your door number. You left before him, how long have you been waiting? He took a step away from your door already holding his keys, “You’re there right now?”

“Yeah, for like twenty minutes now,” you said making him pull his phone away to check the time. He was power walking now across the hall back to the elevator, “Why didn’t you call me? Are you crazy? I drove to your place. Don’t go, I’m driving home right now.”

He’s pretty sure he sped through a few yellow lights, really tearing his luck on a Saturday night but he didn’t care. It’s like you had complete disregard for your own safety. At the same time though, Jungkook felt strange over the fact that you both ran to the other without even talking about it.

He hurried to his building, running into the elevators to his floor. If you had already been waiting twenty minutes, it had to have been forty now. It was way past midnight, the sun will be up soon and you were both acting so impulsively. His footsteps only slow with the sight before him once he reached his door.

There you were with your knees drawn to your chest and your head resting on your arms, your legs hid the view from under your dress. It was late and sure, his building was pretty secure and you were on his guest list, but you shouldn’t be out here. You could’ve at least texted him and he would’ve been home a lot sooner. He wouldn’t have wasted a drive to your house if he knew you were at his.

“Y/n?” He called out to you cautiously. When you didn’t answer right away he squatted down in front of you bringing a hand to your hair combing it out of your face. You’ve fallen asleep. The warmth of his hand on your face had you jolting awake in fear. Once you noticed it was him you calmed down. “What are you doing here?” He asked in a whisper, “I was coming to you.”

“I didn’t want us to stop talking because we’re mad so I just came here,” you told him honestly. It was true, you’re not sure what would happen between you if the last time you saw him you argued. What would that do to your situationship? Sure, you weren’t dating and it was supposed to be no strings attached but clearly that wasn’t working anymore. He’d be lying if he said seeing you right now didn’t make him feel a whole lot better with himself for running to you after your fight. He moved to sit now, your legs slightly touching with his as he sat in front of you.

He sighed in exhaustion pulling on his hair when he brushed it out of his face, “What are we doing?”

“I don’t know,” you ran your hand over your face, “It’s not usually like this between us. It’s always easy and lately it’s just been so… hard.” He fixed some hair out of your face as your knees pressed against his on the hallway floor.

He nodded in agreement, the arm he hand slung over his knee was reaching for your hand. He held it loosely in his own as he drew small circular patterns by your thumb knuckle. He licked his lips nervously, “I don’t like it. I don’t want us arguing Y/n.”

“I don’t either,” you admitted, “But I don’t even get what’s wrong. Why are we arguing?”

You both know why but you can’t accept it. After telling yourself over and over and over again, there you were. Genuinely hurt because of this guy and how you feel for him. It was so depressing.

“Can I be honest?” He asked to which you nodded. Jungkook just stared at you for a moment in pause. He wanted to be honest right now but he’s not sure anymore. What if he got shut down? What if you laughed in his face? What if this only made you pull back even more? He took a deep breath, “I know I’m not the best guy and I’ve been rude as hell tonight but… I don’t know. Don’t you want to try it?”

You looked at him expectantly. He scooted closer looking at the ground. He was just going to be honest. He wasn’t going to try and argue or put the blame on anyone else. He’ll be up front with you if the next time you stayed. “Obviously I know what I was getting myself into in the beginning but, I didn’t expect it to be this hard. And I know I’ve said some meant things tonight and in the past all together but I swear I don’t mean a thing. I just get so mad because… well you know.”

“Like I know we’re not dating but…” Jungkook confessed with a baited breath, “At the end of the day you’re the only one who really knows me. Like—oh fuck, you know what I’m trying to say, right?”

His voice was low, a little raspy and raw, “I know I’m not like a good guy but what I’m trying to say is that I really want to be, for you, I mean.”

“Fuck,” you sighed, mouth dry as you looked down the hall to avoid looking at him. This was too much, but you wanted this. It was just so hard to sit here and try and talk something out instead of running away. You’ve barely realized what you two had during the good times. You weren’t supposed to get attached to him though, that’s why you always left with someone else. That’s why he went off with whatever girl he felt like it when you weren’t around.

Like what was he saying right now? What happened to no strings attached? Was that all bullshit because why are you here right now? Why did you come here in hopes of talking things out with him? You wouldn’t do that for someone you didn’t give a fuck about. You weren’t hesitating because you didn’t feel the same. On the contrary, you actually realized the feelings you’ve got for him but that’s what made you wary. Were you ready to throw a label on it? Were you ready for the work it took to be in an exclusive relationship?

The silence was getting too loud and it took everything in Jungkook to hold his emotions down. He didn’t want to raise his voice or come off negative. He wanted to discuss this not yell at each other again. He’ll wait patiently for as long as possible. He couldn’t look at you, staring down at your intertwined hands instead. You wanted to try and communicate but it’s like you physically couldn’t. You had to force yourself to be open, “I just don’t get it.”

His eyes shot up toward you. You looked genuinely confused, “I mean… I’m not like, someone you should like. Look at us, can you honestly say it’d ever work between us?”

You ran away from commitment and he replaced you whenever he wanted. It was a recipe for disaster no matter how strongly you felt for him. “You don’t trust me with someone else, and I don’t trust you. That’s why we got into this mess in the first place,” you were being cold again.

“Why would you even want me—“

“Stop.”

You looked at him as he cut you off. You didn’t mean to self deprecate yourself but realistically, it wouldn’t work. If you’ve argued this much now imagine what it’d like when you’re together. Sure, you’ve been doing with him for a long time but you never stayed. That’s why he wanted you, because he knew he didn’t to worry about you sticking around.

“Stop trying being stubborn and just talk to me,” he said, “No excuses please.”

“Ugh,” you whined leaning your head against the wall looking at him, “What do you want me to say Jungkook? Obviously I have feelings for you. I thought that was clear.” You were mumbling but Jungkook could sense your defensive tone. You were trying to take things lightly in case he didn’t mean what he was saying. That way you can downplay it instead of being emotional.

“It definitely wasn’t,” he said truthfully. Honestly it couldn’t have been. This switch in emotions had been so intense for the both of you that suddenly all you thought about was each other. There were times you did make him believe you were into him and he’d start questioning it but then you’d ditch him and he’d find you with someone else. That’s why it wasn’t clear to him how felt. And truthfully, he hadn’t even been looking that much into it. He had kept repeating how you were just a fling over and over again to stop from falling for you that he was too annoyed with his own problems. You’d argue and then brush it off like it was nothing because it was supposed to be nothing. Like he said though, those strings were definitely attached in the end.

Jungkook let out a sigh as he held your hand a little tighter, “Then spend the day with me tomorrow. Don’t leave in the morning and I won’t do anything that makes you mad.”

You didn’t say anything for a moment. Jungkook realizes this is as close as a confession to him as he’ll get right now so he’s gonna take ir. He’s always been more vocal than you when it came to any sort of emotion so he knows it’s going to take a minute. You weren’t a talker when it came to changing. You would rather show it or see the effort put in instead of empty words. But he already knew that because he knew you. After a couple seconds you were nodding your head in agreement as he helped you to your feet and inside his apartment. You see how easy this was? How comfortable you felt with him even as he kneeled down to help you out of your shoes? How he unzipped the back of your dress and threw a t-shirt over you? He knew you like the back of his hand so why not try it? He wasn’t even pushing you to answer like he normally would. He was respecting your hesitance in words. Maybe he knew deep down you felt the same and you did.

You sat on the edge of his bed as he disappeared into his bathroom. You’ve been over at his place so many times your makeup wipes were there. He brought them out to you and while you cleaned up he removed his jewelry. He wore black sweats that hung loosely off his hips and no shirt. You know he likes to sleep naked so those sweats will be off soon. You know he’ll sleep on the left side instead of the middle because you like the right. You knew so many small details about him it’s a damn shame you didn’t realize it sooner. Or no, you didn’t want to realize it sooner. You needed to just say something.

“What?” He asked feeling your stare on him. He stood a foot away from your seat position. Your arms reached out to pull him toward you hugging his bare waist and he let you. His arms wrapped slowly around you as he stood between your parted legs, brushing through the hair you had. He looked down at you as you looked up, your cheek against his abs.

“I really want to try for you too,” you finally said making his heart practice stop beating. Now he was flooded with everything that’s happened between you. All the challenges you’ll face transition from what you were to something more. The confirmation he had that you wanted to work on it too.

Obviously there was no promise that you two would go together well in the future but at least for now you’re both willing to see where it could go.

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The Eros Project

➣genre/au: … dating show [ s , a ]

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you didn’t expect to actually fall for someone in a reality dating show. Then Kim Taehyung came along and you had to battle between your feelings and what this show was actually about.

Rewriting Love

➣genre/au: … webtoon [ a , s ]

➣ 12.3k words

when a mysterious blackout traps you inside the world of a webtoon you certainly believe it’s one big cruel joke.

Lover’s Revenge

➣genre/au: … rockstar [ a , s ]

➣ 13.4K words

you dated Taehyung before he made it big, so it was easy to assume he’d forgotten all about you. but for the past two years you’ve been his muse even after your split. a forbidden love that never faded.

Tunnel Vision

➣genre/au: … college/barista [ s , f ]

➣13k words

you’ve just gotten yourself a job working with the campus crush, kim taehyung. he’s quiet and brooding but everyone is obsessed with him including your best friend. what do you when she asks for your help in dating him when he’s catching feelings for you instead? he’s supposed to notice her but he’s got tunnel vision when it comes to you.

Electra Heart

➣genre/au:…fake dating [ s ]

➣ 13k words

♡ just dumped by his cheating ex girlfriend, taehyung seeks help from the campus primadonna to make his ex jealous. y/n is spoiled, mean and filthy rich—everything his ex loathed. what happens when the two form a pretend relationship that leaves their hearts in great turmoil? welcome to the life of electra heart ♡

Love and Rivalry

➣ genre/au: … e2l/college [ s , f ]

➣ 17.3k words

kim taehyung is neither friend or foe, he’s more of an annoying fly always near creating chaos in your life. now he’s buzzing on about his new crush and begging for your help in exchange for his help with yours. like an idiot you agree though you signed up more than you can chew. just great.

Lover’s Repent

➣genre/au: … ex boyfriend [ a , s ]

➣ words

two ex lovers face to face for the first time in three years feeling every ounce of regret for how things ended. four years of a happy relationship destroyed in one awful fight, but the love will always be there even if you say differently.

All You Want

➣ genre/au: arranged dating/high society

➣ 13.1k words

in the world of high society finding your future partner took a lot of preparation. kim taehyung is one of the most sought out bachelors and he’s been roped on a blind date with Y/n, a spoiled rich girl not used to being told no. what happens when the two clash?

Between Roommates

➣genre/au: … roommate [ s , a]

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you’ve got a crush on kim namjoon. Namjoon being jungkook’s friend, jungkook being your roommate. things get complicated somewhere down the line that leaves him regretting pushing you toward his own friend when he wants you just as bad. as roommates he knows you shouldn’t, but damn did he really want you.

Your Power

➣genre/au: …boss[ s , a]

the new boss at your company is hot, tatted, young, and you seem to be just his type

Bunny Adventures

➣genre/au: … hybrid [ s , a ]

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you had absolutely no intentions of ever owning a hybrid until jungkook came along. a mistreated, misunderstood rabbit hybrid who’d only ever wanted was to be treated like an equal.

My Dear Friend

➣genre/au: … friends to lovers [ s , f ]

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just friends? keep telling yourself that, you and Jungkook have always danced on the line of friendship and something more but lately you’ve struggled being able to tell where you guys stand.

Love me, Leave me

➣genre/au: … change days au [ a , s ]

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inspired by ‘Change Days’ on Netflix, you and Jungkook are in a toxic relationship filled with arguing and making up. in hopes to change things you join the show ‘Change Days’ but it only seems to make things worse, yet at the same time proves that you’ll do anything but leave each other.

Depend on Me

➣genre/au: hybrid [ s , a ]

➣ 13.1 words

you’re so used to letting Jungkook do everything for you. he babies you almost and you’re both constantly reminded of the strangeness in your friendship. you’ve always loved him but he can’t see you as anything but the little bunny girl he used to protect. you change his mind

Never Again

➣genre/au: … neighbors [ s , a ]

➣ 14.8k words

jeon jungkook is just your nosy neighbor who can’t seem to be anything less than a selfish, heart breaking, prick in your eyes. yet somehow he manages to wiggle his way into your life but is it enough for him to change your mind or will he prove your judgements right?

The Act of Falling

➣genre/au: …fwb [ s , a ]

➣ 14.4K words

what was supposed to be a meaningless fling has turned into much more before you both realized you were falling. now all you can do is hope that all the challenges you’ve faced are worth something.

Campus Affairs

➣genre/au: … f2l [ f , s ]

➣ 11.9k words

you transferred to a new college during second semester and you didn’t expect much excitement out for. that’s until jungkook came along and what had struggled to be a friendship was becoming so much more.

Fighting Heart

➣genre/au: … boxer!jk [ a , s , f ]

➣ 15k words

never living a life of luxury, Jungkook does what he has to do to make ends-meet. right now that means fighting in underground clubs, getting beat black and blue until he wins. he knows there’s a better life out there for him but he never let himself think about it. until you came along and suddenly a weight is being lifted off his shoulders letting you through his guarded walls. you’re everything he needed and you make him want to fight for more.

Forever&Never

➣ genre/au: … friends to lovers [ s , f ]

➣ 11.6k words

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

It’s Me. Not Him

➣ genre/au: strangers to lovers, pseudo cheating [ s , a ]

➣ 10.7k words

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

Love Stream

➣ himbo!jk x camgirl!reader [she/her pronouns] [ s , f]

➣ 10k words

jeon jungkook is your local playboy with a secret love for live streams of his favorite cam girl, you. what happens when you come across your biggest fan and he’s a little slower than you thought.

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Love Lies

… jeon jungkook. yandere. [ s. a ]

Illicit Affairs | dilf!jeon jungkook [ collaboration ]

⇢ As the cold seasons comes to a close and sweet warmth looms in the air, it’s now the season for sugar, spice, and girls more naughty than nice. for jungkook, it does mean a new year of flirty smiles and flaunted temptations… and usually it’s always innocent until it’s suddenly not.

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summer bummer, baby | jeon jungkook [1 of 2]

summary: summertime is supposed to be a time of easy living and that’s what you were hoping for when you signed up for an extra credit program cleaning up the shores of Busan and staying in a luxurious beach house. what you didn’t sign up for was to live with Jungkook, a failed talking stage who you’ve avoided for the past few months. despite having a slight disliking toward each other you find yourselves be by pulled back into each other throughout your stay. the only question that remains is if this is just going to be a summer thing or something more.

TWO PART SERIES

➢ genre/au: enemies to lovers/beach read. jungkook x y/n [afab she/her]

➢ 12.6k words

warnings: soft e2l. smüt with plot. beach foreplay. handsy sunscreen scenes. oral [f and m]. händjob. cünnilingus [face sitting] heavy makeout and groping. jealous jk. jealous y/n. jk is a soft tsundere [v antisocial and cold except to y/n —mostly]. love bites. jk almost gets into a fight over y/n. y/n meets jk’s family. future smüt

What started as excitement had turned to complete disgust the second your eyes locked with his but it is at least fair to say that he’s feeling the same.

It was supposed to be a summer at the beach spending your days in a summer house and meeting hot guys, not spending two months with the biggest asshole you’ve ever met. You aren’t even sure how exactly this happened but you do know that you should have prepared for the worst. You were in the same environmental science class, for fuck’s sake. You both knew about this summer job but because you refused to speak to each other you didn’t know you would actually be living together.

“Alright, Professor Choi’s been kind enough to rent out his beach house to you all for the summer,” your student-teacher Jin, started speaking once the charter bus came to a stop in beach suburbia, “I understand you’re all adults but let’s not forget the reason you’re here. This is being sponsored by the University and there is zero tolerance for misbehavior so let me go over some rules.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you stared out the window hearing your professor list off rules.

‘No parties—outside guests are allowed but not past capacity.’

‘No illegal substances permitted whatsoever, no destruction of property unless you’re ready to pay for whatever is broken out of pocket.’

‘If you miss a shift, provide a notice at least three hours prior and if you miss too many back to back you’ll pay your own trip back to Seoul and there will automatically be a deduction in your attendance record as part of the credit program.’

“Wow, this is school away from school, how am I supposed to get laid in this quick paced environment?” Jimin joked as he nudged Jungkook’s arm playfully. He barely reacted as he stared out the window waiting for the moment to get out of this hot bus.

“Yes Mr. Park, that’s the point,” Jin said, sending him a glare, “You’re here because you applied to get extra credit, not a vacation for you to get ‘laid’.”

Jimin lifted a hand to his forehead as if saluting the professor and it made Jungkook crack a smile when he rolled his eyes and continued.

“Mr. Kim! Question,” another student, Hoseok, raised a hand, “So if we were to want to… get laid? Can we do that in the house or do we gotta do it on the beach? Or is it absolutely prohibited to de-stress after a hard day’s work picking up trash?”

An eruption of light laughter filled the bus as the student-teacher’s eye twitched in annoyance. Even you managed to laugh a little at that guy’s fair question. The student-teacher only glared at him, “Get off the bus, I’m tired of you all.”

“Wanna room together?” The girl you’ve spent the last four hours on the back of a bus asked as everyone began to line up to get off. You’re actually kind of surprised Sora would want to room with you after how awkward you’ve been. To be fair, you’ve done very little talking since this morning when you arrived at campus waiting for the shuttle bus and spotted no other than Jeon Jungkook, that was enough to ruin your mood. So it took you by surprise that she still wanted to room with you. With that in mind, you gave a subtle nod to her question and she smiled.

You both joined the others outside trying to get your suitcases out but you refused to get closer. Jungkook was one of the ones helping everyone get the luggage out of the compartment on the side of the bus you weren’t going to get close to him—except till he pulled out your suitcase looking around to see who would take it. Your eyes met as you practically snatched it out of his hands without a thank you and turned away.

Jungkook was more annoyed than he let on. He didn’t even look fazed by the fact that you were coming, acting indifferent but inside he was punching the air. He’s had to spend two semesters with you and now he can’t even catch a break over the summer? He gets that this was some extra credit program but why did you have to be here? It’s not that he completely hates you, it's just awkward.

The two of you had a failed talking stage a couple months back because you were both too flakey and immature. Since then it’s just been annoying to see each other. You texted enough to know a good amount about each other and that’s why it’s so weird, nothing ever came out of your talking so now anytime you see each other it’s just a reminder that you’re practically strangers who know too much about each other.

“I’m so happy we’re gonna be living with hot girls this summer,” Jimin whispered once they passed Jin as he unlocked the front door. It was a large white house with light beige accents like the doors, garage, trimming, etc. It also had large glass windows and it was just huge, like a scene out of a movie.

There were eight of you in total and aside from you, Jungkook didn’t know the others that well. He’s met the three other guys a couple times but not enough to be close friends with them. They all attended different lecture times for the same class so it makes sense that he’s not familiar with everyone else and on top of that the ‘supervisor’ here is the student teacher who’ll be staying in the guest house just next door all on his own so he doesn’t even count.

Despite being in college there are still rules in this house—it’s your professor’s beach house after all—and it’s Jin’s job to make sure everything happens smoothly. He’s practically a babysitter who directed you all down the halls of your bedrooms.

Jungkook didn’t mind the rules and the place was big enough that he could find a private spot for himself but he did have to find a roommate and his best luck is Jimin, so it’s best he plays nice.

“I guess,” was all he said in response to Jimin’s statement following everyone else into the house. The place was amazing and everyone clearly thought so, Jungkook now knew what his tuition money was used for at least.

The interior of the house looked like a typical modern style with light color and there were four bedrooms but only three will be used for all eight students. It sounded cramped but the bedrooms were huge and the girl’s room was specifically split into two separate rooms that were connected by a bathroom and large closet they could all share. The boys had two separate bedrooms but much smaller and aside from the two rooms there was an entertainment room too. Overall, the house was amazing and that’s without going into detail about the main level.

Once everyone had split to unpack their bags is when the real conversations started.

“Why are they all so hot?” One of the girls, Mirae, started saying. All four of you were all in the vanity area unpacking your things in the closets.

“My favorite is Jimin,” Sora pointed out as she took out folded clothes from her suitcase, “But I’ll admit Jungkook is really fucking hot.”

“I agree, he’s not usually my type but it’s hard to ignore a guy that looks like that,” The fourth girl, Jia, said with a laugh. Great, you thought, feed the guy’s ego even more.

“What about you, Y/n? Anyone you think is hot?” Sora asked but you only shrugged.

“I haven’t gotten a good look at them.”

You were tired of this conversation and so was Jungkook, who was having an awfully similar one.

“Come on, you’ve got to think at least one of these girls is hot,” Hoseok said as they all gathered in Jungkook and Jimin’s bedroom. It’s the third time they’ve asked Jungkook what he thinks about you and the others but he hasn’t said anything.

He’s not going to tell them the hottest person is you and he’s got two reasons for it. One, he’ll never admit that he’s physically attracted to you ever again, second, if he says it he has no doubt in his mind that the guys will bring it up around you. Yeah it’s awkward and he dislikes you slightly but he’s also not blind. You’re his type and even if he has a distaste toward you that doesn’t change your looks.

“They’re okay,” he said with a simple shrug as he tried paying his attention on unpacking his clothes while the others talked.

“Well Y/n is hot,” the fourth guy, Jisoo, spoke up from his seated position on the floor next to his roommate, Hoseok.

“Yeah, I agree,” Jimin said, adding on to the conversation happening around Jungkook as he focused on what he was doing instead. Hoseok made sure to tell everyone he thought the same and the only one who stayed quiet was Jungkook.

For the first night you and Jungkook were able to avoid each other well enough to not have to speak to each other once. Jin had gone out of his way to buy the first round of groceries for the house and you all went out for dinner. When you came back you went straight to your room knowing tomorrow you would have to start working.

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It was basically a paid school trip for you all. The main reason why you did it was for the extra credit but living on a beach for two months and getting paid for it wasn’t so bad. Your professor had proposed the idea to all of his class hours months ago. It was part of some project to keep oceans clean and he was a part of a few nonprofit organizations that did things like this but this time around you would be paid. You weren’t going to be making a crazy amount of money but enough to support yourselves while here for two months.

He made it a blind raffle sort of thing where everyone who applied for the program got put into a raffle that one of the board members would choose and you still find it bizarre that both you and Jungkook managed to get chosen.

Now you’re both waiting in the living room for Hoseok to come downstairs so the three of you could go to your first shift of the week.

“Okay, I’m here! I couldn’t find my sunglasses,” Hoseok said as he stood at the bottom of the stairs, “Are we walking or driving?”

“Doesn’t matter,” both you and Jungkook said at the same time.

“Let’s driving then, who wants to driv—“

“Me.” Once again you said it at the same time and it was hard to ignore now as you glared at each other.

“Jungkook can drive,” you gave in and said. Despite living on the beach the section you were at was more secluded than where the public usually stayed near the boardwalk. Your professor worked with beach organizers and that’s how you all got the jobs for the summer and today was your first day.

The organizer explained what you would be doing today and it was fairly easy. You would be picking up trash, setting out chairs or umbrellas, making sure no wildlife that appears on shore gets interrupted by beach goers.

You were trying to set the umbrellas up right now since it was early enough that not that many people were here yet and it let you all do morning duties first. Jungkook stood behind watching the way the wind picked up the ends of your hair and smacked it back into your face with a little smug smile. He could tell you were getting flustered but he just finished setting out chairs with Hoseok so he was taking a little break.

“Oh my god,” you groaned in frustration, flipping your hair out of your face for what felt like the billionth time, trying to get this stupid pole to click into place. Behind you, you could hear a little chuckle and immediately you turned to glare at the culprit—or culprits.

“You should’ve worn your hair up,” Hoseok joked as he came to help you but Jungkook stayed behind still laughing a little. You rolled your eyes as you let him take over watching Jungkook come over to help too.

“I don’t have a hair tie,” you told him, “And you guys have watched me struggle and just now decided to help?”

“It was funny,” Jungkook muttered, making you scoff. Of course the first thing he says to you is about how funny it was to watch you struggle. Up close now you had to force yourself to look at his face only but when he’s wearing a blue t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and the beach’s name displayed on the front it was hard to look anywhere but at his tattooed arm. You understand why all the girls are thirsting for him and at one point you did too.

“Funny?” You questioned.

“That’s what I said,” Jungkook told you as he and Hoseok finished what you couldn’t do. You didn’t pull your gaze away from his because that’s what he wanted and you were set on making him look away first. Neither one of you said anything and he knew it was because you were biting your tongue.

“Your face is funny,” you finally said immediately regretting it after how immature it made you sound. He was just annoying you. He didn’t talk to you at all yesterday and today he had the nerve to laugh when you were clearly struggling? There were tons of things you could’ve said instead that wouldn’t make him laugh like he is now.

Jungkook raised a questioning brow as he stood in front of you, having to look down now, “You can do better than that, say what’s on your mind.”

If you really wanted to say what was on your mind you would be here forever. You could start with the fact that he’s arrogant and an asshole. You could say that it’s not fair that he basically put all the blame on you for why you didn’t go out. You could point out that he thinks he’s better than everyone and that he feels like he could do whatever he wants which is so annoying. You could say that the reason you bailed on your first date is because you saw him with another girl the night before. You could tell him that every time he looked at you in class you would get annoyed looking at his stupid pretty face—but you won’t. You won’t say any of that because you have to live with him for two months.

You’re not sure how either of you had become so blissfully unaware of the third party there as Hoseok’s eyes darted between you two like he was watching a game of ping pong. He was just a little confused and so he asked, “Are you two into each other or something? I’m sensing a lot of sexual tension here. Like a little hatefuck moment.”

“What the fuck!” Jungkook nearly choked on his own spit as he took a huge step away from you, “No, we’re not. We just—it’s not what you think. I, Y/n—we, we don’t like each other.”

Hoseok lifted a suspicious brow before letting a smile adorn his face, “Alright I get it. You loathe each other—but you could’ve fooled me.”

“Whatever,” you muttered under your breath, turning away from them so they wouldn’t see the way your face flushed like Jungkook’s.

Jungkook watched you move to sit under the umbrella reaching into your bag for a bottle of sunscreen. You poured some into your palm before running it over the length of your thigh. You wore the tiniest pair of denim shorts he’s ever seen and a blue shirt like his but more fitted. He could see your bikini top straps peeking out from the neckline and he wondered what kind of bathing suit you had on underneath.

Your legs looked so smooth and the way you had them posed in front of you had his eyes following the way your hands caressed them.

He didn't realize how engrossed he was in watching you until a flying object came and hit his shoulder, hard. Jungkook whipped around rubbing at where he was hit, “What the fuck?”

“You look like you needed some,” Hoseok said as he nodded toward where you were, clearly catching Jungkook sort of checking you out. With a smack of his lips in annoyance Jungkook picked the bottle off the sand and looked back to you to make sure you didn’t see that.

You glared at both of them catching Jungkook’s eyes again and lifted a middle finger at him. With a roll of his eyes he flipped you off and turned away, you just annoyed him.

The rest of your shift went without a hitch and you needed a desperate shower after but Hoseok had other ideas. When you got back to the house he proposed a beach day and with the sun beating down on your back you did not turn down getting in the salt water.

“People are disgusting,” you had told Sora when you all headed back down to the beach for a swim, “They will literally litter anything, no wonder our oceans are polluted.”

“So you basically just picked up trash?” She asked as you both shimmied out of your shorts.

“Mostly,” you told her, tugging off your shirt, “It wasn’t bad and there were so many hot guys on the beach.”

“Like Jungkook?” Sora asked, pointing in his direction as he headed down to the shore, already letting his toes sink into the wet sand, feeling the tide rush toward him. You looked at him for a moment seeing him without a shirt and it was clear he’s updated his workout regime since the last time you talked about it months back.

But who cares?

𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ

Jungkook was able to ignore you for the most part. Aside from the first day at work he hasn’t really seen you too much. You both have only worked twice since then and because you’re on a set rotation to make sure everyone works the same amount, you haven’t seen each other that much.

Not that he minds, it’s just something he’s noticed.

He doesn’t pay attention to everything you do but you’ve got a weird relationship, alright? Of course you’ve spent the last couple of months avoiding each other but there’s a very valid reason for that.

The first time the two of you talked, you completely hit it off. You had been assigned to do a project together in the same class as the one where you joined this summer camp for. You met up in the library mostly, but you had this light banter that would go on between you that was clearly flirty, it wasn’t until after presenting your research on the destruction of the Ozone layer that you really started texting.

You were talking all the time and sometimes the conversations would drift a little too far into dating territory and you just realized you were different in some ways. Jungkook likes texting all the time whereas you could go hours without responding. He’s been in about the same amount of relationships as you and you both had been in that hook up only phase. When you did decide to try going on a date the first time he flaked but it wasn’t intentional. He had to work that night and had completely forgotten that when he agreed on a date.

The second time, you both sort of flaked after attempting to reschedule the first one. He’s not sure if you had gotten fed up with trying to find an available time to get drinks but it just wasn’t working out. You both had finally decided on a Saturday but when the day came neither of you said anything. He had been waiting for you to reach out first since he had been blowing up your phone about it the night before. You had been waiting for him to reach out first and confirm the plans since he’s the one who canceled last time. Clearly neither one of you put in the effort to make it happen so it never did.

Then, the final time you attempted to get drinks together was about three weeks later. After the second time you cut back on how much you talked but when you got back to talking like normal and set a date you ended up blowing him off completely. You didn’t even show up so clearly he was bothered by that enough to ask you about it.

You had a tiny argument over it and it just made you both realize that if it was this hard to go one just one date then you clearly weren’t working for each other and that pursuing anything past a friendship wasn’t going to happen. Of course that then made the friendship itself awkward and in the end you avoided each other.

Now he’s stuck in a house with other guys with one who seems to be clearly interested in knowing more about you.

“I’m just saying,” Jisoo said as all four guys sat outside on the deck facing the beach, “Y/n is hot, like mysterious hot since she doesn’t talk to anyone.”

“She talks to Jungkook,” Hoseok pointed out, making Jungkook roll his eyes.

“That’s because we have class together,” Jungkook said, trying not to give out too much information. He doesn’t need any of them asking questions. Besides, it’s only been a week, how do they expect you to be cool with everyone right away? He’s not defending you, he’s just being realistic, plus Hoseok is still going based off what he saw the first day of work.

“Really?” Jisoo asked, “Are you guys friends? I haven’t seen you guys talk? Did you guys date or something? It seems like you hate each other, tell me something about her.”

“Jesus,” Jimin laughed, “Obsessed much?”

Jisoo groaned, “I can’t help it. She’s so hot, have you seen her in those bikinis?”

Jungkook felt his jaw clench but he hid the action behind a glass bottle of beer as he muttered, “You’re not her type.”

“What?” Jisoo asked, clearly catching what he said. Jungkook just looked him over with a shrug, “I said you’re not her type.”

“So what is?”

Me.

… is what he would have said if he was crazy. It’s not like he’s wrong, when the two of you were talking you had tons of conversations about ideal types and how you fit each other’s even though it didn’t work out. Aside from his looks you liked that he had a sense of humor but never pushed it too far. You liked that he was calm but also knew how to get loud and have fun. You liked that he was able to have serious talks with you along with lighthearted ones. You had the same sense of humor, even similar MBTIs, so yeah, he’s still your type even if there are no feelings anymore.

Jisoo? He’s loud, obnoxious, arrogant, and rude—all of the things you can’t stand. Jungkook wouldn’t be surprised if you already had a disliking toward the guy after one week of knowing him, but it’s not like it matters to him.

So, once again he shrugged his shoulders looking off to the beach to avoid giving Jisoo an answer he wouldn’t like. He knows he’s probably getting on the guy’s nerves but he couldn’t care less. He already annoyed him enough by hearing Jisoo talk about your body and looks since the first day so he doesn’t care if the guy knows he doesn’t like him.

Like he said earlier, Jungkook doesn’t care much about you anymore but he does care that Jisoo can so freely say whatever he wants about you and expect Jungkook to help him out with you.

Fed up with Jisoo’s attempt at locker room talk, Jungkook stood abruptly and went through the glass sliding door to the living room. Just then, you and the others came through the front door holding grocery bags. His brows scrunched in curiosity as you all came in holding bags when he thought you were supposed to be having a spa day.

You walked past him to set the bags on the kitchen counter with the others when Jia came up to him with a huge smile. She felt so utterly blessed to be able to walk through the front door and find Jungkook standing there shirtless in just his swimming trunks and his hair half-up in a ponytail. She would like to thank the beach gods for this gorgeous view of a man. It didn’t matter to him that she was checking him out but that’s because his eyes went to you.

“What did you guys bring?” He asked and before you could answer, Jia was doing it for you.

“Oh! Since it’s the first Friday and we have the night free we thought it’d be cool to grill tonight and do a bonfire on the beach, then tomorrow go out drinking,” Jia said, making you scoff.

“If Jungkook doesn’t flake.”

Low blow, you know but since the first day at work he’s just been irking you. He’s just always watching you like he has something to say and you just want him to spit it out.

Jia watched the way he rolled his eyes and it was clear to her that you two weren’t very fond of each other. At least that was one less person in this house she had to worry about liking Jungkook. His tongue poked against his cheek in annoyance as he glared at you unpack the bags, “Don’t worry Jia, I would never make plans with everyone only to blow them off without saying a word. I’m better than that.”

This time you looked up glaring at him because why is he acting oblivious? He knew the reason why. He thought he could play you by going out clubbing with some girl the night before and expect you to still want to go out with him the next night? Yeah, the third failed attempt at a date was a miss because of you but he was obviously the reason why.

You were lucky that Jisoo came through the sliding door right then and there that you didn’t feel the need to respond to Jungkook’s snide remark. He flashed you a warm smile, “I heard we’re grilling tonight.”

Mirae and Sora were outside telling the rest of the boys the plan and when Jisoo saw you in here with Jungkook, of all people, he had to interrupt. It’s the summer and he’s looking for a hot fling so who better than you?

You gave him a girlish smile, “We are, can you teach me how to prep the meat?”

Immediately he went to join your side, “Only because you asked so nicely.”

Jungkook released a scoff in disbelief as he left the kitchen to go back outside, making sure to slide the door a little too hard.

𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ

It’s been two weeks now and Jungkook still can’t stand the sight of you, or no, he can’t stand the pretty sight of you.

Now that everyone’s more comfortable around each other you’ve all become very open and he can tell that just by what you wore to work today. You wore your bikini bottoms that huffed your curves perfectly and a small t-shirt with the beach’s name displayed over where your breasts were. Your hair was all over the place again and he wanted to give you the hair tie he always carried on his wrist now but he couldn’t. Not when you’re standing there flirting with some random guy.

“Taehyung, and you?” He said as he extended a hand out for you to shake.

“Y/n,” you said with a flirty smile. He’s the first guy to approach you at work that was actually hot. He had been in the middle of a volleyball game with his friends when the ball went flying and nearly hit you. It landed by your feet and he was happy to come over and get it.

“So what are you doing here?” He asked, running his fingers through his hair.

“Um, well I’m here for work but just for the summer,” you told him watching him pout just slightly but nodded understandably.

“That’s a shame, we don’t have cute girls like you here,” Taehyung said, obviously flirting and you had absolutely no problem doing it back. You smiled, “I’m sure that’s not true but I’m flattered anyway. What’s your number? Maybe we should hang out sometime?”

You were being forward but who cares? You’re only here for a few more weeks and you want to have fun with someone who doesn’t live in your house. Is that too much to ask? Taehyung was very happy when you asked for his number and he was quick to give it to you.

Jungkook was annoyed because he was working with you again and this time there wasn’t an extra person. Mirae felt sick this morning, most likely dehydrated and couldn’t come to work so it just left you two. It wasn’t so bad since you mostly did your own thing but he’s tired and hungry.

“Y/n! Are you ready to go?” He asked, coming over to where you were and placing a hand on your back, not firm but just to let you know he’s right there. The guy you had been flirting with for the past fifteen minutes looked up at him but he acted like he wasn’t even there. With an annoyed roll of your eyes you said, “I guess.”

“At least I have your number, I’ll see you around?” Taehyung asked giving you a side hug in goodbye and you nodded. Once he was gone back to his friends, you joined Jungkook as he said, “You gave him your number?”

“Yup,” you said as you put your sunglasses back on, “Let’s go home, I’m hungry.”

“Let’s go to the boardwalk,” Jungkook said, “I want Busan street food.”

“Fine,” you said thinking about all the food Jungkook used to tell you about. His family lives in Busan but he’s only gone to see them once. He doesn’t seem to mind it and you wonder why but you’re not gonna ask.

Neither one of you bothered to change into different clothes considering it was the boardwalk and everyone was dressed in bathing suits. The only downside is that you and Jungkook looked like a couple wearing your matching beach uniform attire. This time he wore blue swimming trunks with the beach’s name and no shirt. You wore a similar pair of shorts, just more casual and shorter and you only wore a bikini top since it was hotter than usual today. You could also feel the sun burning at your shoulder and Jungkook noticed it too.

“You need sunscreen,” he muttered under his breath as he dug into the beach bag you all usually bring for work.

“I know but I can’t reach it all,” you told him honestly letting your brows furrow as he took out the bottle and poured some into his hands before rubbing them together. He motioned for you to turn around and you did without much fuss.

It’s not that the two of you like each other now but you’ve given up on being rude simply because the rest of the house is too nosy. They haven’t quit asking about why you two are so snarky toward each other and you’re sure they’ve all come up with conclusions on their own but neither you nor Jungkook are going to tell them the real reason why.

Jungkook placed his hands on your shoulders feeling the warmth of your skin from the way the sun glared down on you all day. You had a tanner complexion than usual and he’s sure he does too. Your skin was smooth and his hands were able to glide down the expanse of your back.

He sort of liked it. His touches were gentle but you hated that the touch of this man in particular made you feel a sort of way. He could rub sunscreen on your back all day but that would be weird so instead he cleared his throat and pulled away saying, “Can you get mine too?”

Jungkook did not like you. Whatever romantic feelings he had for you once died off over time but…

But right now your hands felt so good massaging his muscles with sunscreen. He resisted the urge to let his head fall back in bliss as you did the same to him before the two of you went to the boardwalk. Jungkook got on his phone shortly after some time walking and with a small sigh he said, “I’ve gotta go home, my mom has a bunch of fruit she wants me to pick up. Do you want me to walk you home or do you still want food?”

You thought about it for a second, “It’s fine, I’ll just get something to eat and then go home.”

He released a small huff, “Want to come with? It’ll be quick, after we can get food. It’s a walking distance from here and it'll be quick.”

“I didn’t bring a shirt.”

“You can wear mine,” Jungkook said, rummaging through the bag that was hanging off the shoulder and tossing it to you.

“What about you?” You asked even as you slipped the shirt over your head. Jungkook just shrugged, not really caring either way as he texted away on his phone, most likely to his family.

Honestly, you just didn’t want to go back to the house. It’s fun living with so many people because you're never bored but you also just needed some time away. You loved being able to go to work and just listen to music while you did work. Plus, if you went home without eating out you would be grumpy having to make yourself something after being out in the sun.

Also, at the end of the day you’re still most comfortable with Jungkook despite getting close to Sora and the others.

So the two of you were in front of Jungkook’s home looking as ridiculous as ever with him being shirtless and you wearing the large t-shirt and small shorts.

Jungkook didn’t knock or anything, just checked if the door was unlocked and immediately yelled for his mom. You stood back awkwardly, as Jungkook walked around the house motioning you to join him outside where he found his family eating watermelon outside.

“Kook!” They cheered when they saw him and you could feel their eyes drift toward you. He pointed a thumb in your direction as he casually said, “This is Y/n, my housemate,” hugging his parents.

“Y/n?” His older brother, JungHyun, repeated your name looking between you and Jungkook with narrowed eyes before smiling knowingly and said, “I’m JungHyun.”

You ended up just having dinner at Jungkook’s parent’s house and left with baskets of watermelon to enjoy on sunny days.

𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ

The day was perfect.

Jungkook felt at ease for the most part. The only ones who had to work today were you, Jimin, and Mirae so he was just hanging out around the house.

He spent a good amount of the morning on the back deck working out as he stared at the beach. He took a morning jog and came back to lift weights but aside from that he didn’t have much to do. Usually he’ll hang out with Jimin or Hoseok but one was at work and the other was taking a midday nap. The others wouldn’t even be off work till later so he really had nothing to do. He wandered around the house trying to think of something but nothing came.

“Hey Kook,” Jia said, suddenly appearing on the deck. He had given up on a workout and lounged on the pool chairs instead. He glanced up at her, nodding his head in greeting.

“Do you mind driving me to the store? Jisoo said he’s busy and Hobi is sleeping,” Jia asked and as much as Jungkook wanted to say no, he had no reason to. With a small huff he rose to his feet looking across the beach toward the boardwalk as if he could see you working from the house—he’s tried but he can’t.

He doesn’t care, honestly, but he’s just nosy? He wants to know what you’re doing or if that guy from the beach came by to see you again.

Jungkook went inside to put on a shirt and grab the keys while Jia waited downstairs for him. He stood by the window where he had a perfect view of three familiar people walking down the shore in familiar blue shirts and his eyes landed on you. He found himself stalling now, taking his time getting dressed, doing his hair up in that half low ponytail look, reapplying deodorant, spraying some cologne. He doesn’t know why he’s getting so dressed up for the store until you catch him upstairs on your way to your room.

You looked him up and down as he stood in the narrow entryway to the next floor, “You and Jia going somewhere?”

He was a step down the stairs already as he turned to you, “The store. Do you need anything?”

“Um… maybe,” you said as you listened to the call of his name from downstairs. You didn’t know why you even said that but suddenly you have a list of things to get. He brushed his bangs back, “Want to come? We’ll wait in the car?”

You just nodded leaving to your room to get your things. Jungkook and Jia went to the car and he watched her hop into the front seat as he went to the driver’s side. He tapped on the wheel nervously as he listened to Jia tell him about all the things he needed. He would have preferred if you sat up with him but it’s not like he could’ve directed her to the back. It’s becoming very clear that your frutal attempts to stay away from each other have failed as now he finds himself wanting to be closer again.

When you came out and got in the backseat you barely talked. The silence was filled with low music playing and Jia occasionally saying suggestive things to him.

“I heard you’re a pretty decent cook, Jungkook. Any chance you’ll make me something one of these days?” Jia asked but Jungkook just shrugged glancing at the rear view mirror to see your focus solely out the window. Couldn’t you attempt a conversation with him too? Did you really hate him that much still?

Slightly annoyed at the thought he found himself saying, “Sure, whatever you like.”

You were slightly annoyed but you blamed it on the summer heat and that you were a little tired from work. You tried not to think about the fact that you only came along because you wanted to see what Jia and Jungkook would do. You never realized how close they were until Jia was putting her arm on Jungkook’s giggling at whatever he said even if it wasn’t even funny… and he just let her.

At one point you even rolled her eyes at her third whiny, ‘Jungkook’ and went off to do your own thing.

It didn’t take long for Jungkook to notice your shift in mood and at first he didn’t get it. It wasn’t until Jia grabbed him by the hand to go down a different aisle that he saw the way your eyes locked on the action. Were you annoyed with him right now?

Or were you annoyed with the way he and Jia were acting right now?

He found himself wanting to test it out. He interlocked his fingers with Jia’s as he walked with her making sure to be extra attentive. You didn’t know why you felt the need to even come and think that it would make a difference. You felt most comfortable with Jungkook but clearly he didn’t feel the same and that annoyed the shit out of you. Why bother inviting you if he was just going to ignore you the whole time?

You thought you were finally getting over that tension between you two but if this was how it was going to be then you’ll be the same. That’s why you grabbed a box of condoms at the checkout line and set them down on the belt in a completely different row than them.

“So what’d you get?” Jia asked you once you were all in the car again and this time you willingly sat on the back. “Condoms.”

You missed the way she turned to Jungkook with twinkly eyes as if hoping he would look back at her and share some sort of inside joke about it but he didn’t. His eyes were dead set on the road, fists clenching around the steering wheel, face stone cold.

“Oh,” Jia laughed softly, “I didn’t know you were interested in someone like that. Who?”

“I don’t know yet, I’ve got a few options,” you muttered, arms crossed over your chest, shutting yourself off from them and looking out the window again. You were being petty but you didn’t even care. If those two were going to have fun and flirt in the house why shouldn’t you do the same?

The entire ride back to the house was filled with a silence louder than the music. Jungkook kept thinking about the guy at the beach. Were these for you and Taehyung? Did he actually come by and see you again when Jungkook wasn’t there? Why was that thought driving him absolutely insane right now? So you have absolutely no problem meeting up with some random guy but when it came to planning to ever go out with him you flaked? Did he do something? Were you just never serious about him?

He released a small scoff, lost in his own thoughts as he parked the car in the driveway. The three of you got out all your things and headed inside where everyone was.

You’re not sure if Jia lacked maturity or if she felt somewhat threatened by you but the second you all made it inside she loudly exclaimed, “Y/n bought condoms so she’s probably gonna get more action than the rest of us.”

Immediately there was a cluster of awe’s from Jimin and Hoseok who have failed to get laid these last couple weeks and you still had a month to go here. Not bothering to even act like you cared what she said you went up to your bedroom unaware that Jungkook stormed up to his clearly ticked off.

“Does Y/n have more game than us?” Hobi said as they all followed Jimin into his shared bedroom with Jungkook, “I wanna get laid too. Life is so unfair for a man.”

Jungkook was in their bathroom pretending to do something as Jisoo had the nerve to sit on his bed and say, “At least now I know I have a chance with Y/n. She must be a little desperate if she bought condoms. A guy usually does that when he knows he’s gonna find someone to fuck.”

The room fell silent as Jisoo laughed, clearly not reading the sudden awkwardness in the room at what he said. He continued on, “You know… Y/n’s always showing off her body for attention. I bet that’s why she came anyway.”

Jimin shook his head, “I don’t think that’s ri—“

“What did you say?” Jungkook asked so suddenly that it was like everyone forgot he was even there. Jisoo looked up at the others as if seeing if they’d agree with him before saying, “You know… Y/n’s hot, she knows it. I wouldn’t be surprised if she came on this trip for a good fuck. She’s pretty much asking for it. I mean why else buy co—“

Jungkook was in front of him in a heartbeat, towering over him with a dark gaze, “Talk about Y/n like that one more time.”

“I dare you.”

Jisoo’s smile vanished and a sense of anger replaced it. Feeling defensive now he rose to his feet so that Jungkook wouldn’t think he intimidated him even if he sort of did.

“Jungkook. Jisoo, just chill for a minute, the girls are gonna hear an—“

“I don’t give a shit who hears,” Jisoo says with a scoff, “If I want to say that I plan on sleeping with Y/n then I’m gonna say it. If Jungkook is bothered by the fact that she doesn’t want him, that's not my fault—Ah.”

Jungkook’s fists tightened over the collar of Jisoo’s shirt pulling him closer and twisting the fabric tighter. Jisoo’s hands immediately flew to Jungkook’s forearms trying to get him to let go. He might talk his shit but if there was one thing he knew it was that he was not getting into a fight with a man who did boxing as a hobby and could lift more than his body weight.

Everyone knew Jungkook was serious just by the look in his eye and in hopes of easing the tension Jimin said, “Jungkook come on, let go. He’s just running his mouth, don’t let it get to you. It’s not worth fighting.”

“Oh but I think he’s asking for it,” Jungkook said jostling Jisoo enough to make him sway as he looked him dead in the eye, “Aren’t you?”

“Let me go, man.”

“No, I want to hear you try and run your mouth about Y/n again,” Jungkook said, testing him now but Jisoo only shook his head. Jisoo looked around hoping to see if they would get him to lay off when he stared at the door.

“Y/n.”

Jungkook let go almost immediately, turning his head to the door and catching you standing there. You must’ve left your room and heard the commotion.

“Y/n, I don’t know what you heard but this guy’s cra—“

“Jisoo. Shut the fuck up and don’t talk to me,” you said looking absolutely disgusted in him, “You’re worse than the trash we pick up off the shore—and just so you know you’re the last guy I would ever fuck.”

He scoffed, “Bitch.”

Jungkook stormed over to where Jisoo was standing in front of you trying to make his leave. Your hand stuck out, palm flat against the ridges of his abs as you looked up at him, “Stop. He’s not worth it.”

“Y/n,” Jungkook said softly now, not caring at all about the other two who stayed in the room awkwardly, “He’s got no right talking about you like that and I don’t know how much you heard but I have a right to beat his ass.”

“I have a right to beat his ass,” you said in the same soft tone he used. He looked down at the hand that was still on his stomach and before he knew it his hand was down on your waist.

“Y/n none of us agree with what he said at all,” Hoseok said but your attention was on Jungkook who still had his jaw clenched thinking about Jisoo and how much he would really enjoy putting his hands on the guy.

“Let’s go for a walk,” you offered and before he knew it he was nodding his head following you downstairs ignoring the others as they looked in confusion as to why Jisoo stormed out the front door and what the yelling was all about. Jia watched as Jungkook’s hand’s never left your waist as he followed you outside to the deck and down to the sandy beach.

“You defended me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Jungkook asked as you both took your shoes off and let them at the end of the backyard to walk toes in the sand.

“I thought you still hated me.”

“You think that means I’m gonna let some guy say shit about you? Did you forget we talked about some serious things back then and how hurt you used to be?” Jungkook asked, “Besides I never hated you.”

You winced at his reminder. Back then you would have serious talks about past relationships and how you were both treated awful in them. He always told you that he had no respect for guys who would tear their girlfriends down and that if he could he would fight every single one of them for you. Clearly he hasn’t gone back on his word.

The sun had already set and what had started as a day quickly changed because of Jisoo. Jungkook was tired out but he didn’t want to go inside yet. He wanted to enjoy the empty beach with you and try and talk.

“Want to sit?” He asked, pointing to the shore. It was low tide and you could get close enough to the water without worrying about getting soaked. You nodded your head going to sit as he dropped to the sand next to you.

“Y/n.”

“Yeah?”

“Why’d you ditch me that night? I was waiting for you for an hour and you never showed and when we argued about it… you wouldn’t tell me why,” Jungkook finally said.

You took a deep breath deciding to be honest, “I saw you with a girl the night before and I guess I got kind of jealous and thought you were playing me since you flaked the first time.”

Jungkook looked visibly taken back, “I—the only girl I talked to other than you was my coworker. I went out with her because it was all of us but I just ended up taking her home because she was drunk. There was never anything between us.”

“Oh. I’m sorry,” you said awkwardly but he just shook his head. The sand was cool underneath you two and the water was a pretty shade of light blue and foamy white.

“It’s my fault, the first time I mean. I did flake so I get why you thought that so I’m sorry too.”

“Ugh,” you groaned as you fell back to lay down in the sand. Jungkook used his hands for support to sit but he looked down at you, “What?”

“Just annoyed. We could’ve avoided all this if I just asked you about it,” you told him making him laugh softly. He lied down next to you, “Maybe but I think I like you more after hearing what you told Jisoo and that wouldn’t have happened if we made up sooner.”

You laughed with him, “He’s so gross.” Jungkook nodded in agreement as the two of you looked up at the darkening sky.

“But I liked that you stuck up for me so thank you,” you said, making him smile.

It was quiet for a moment, “So why’d you buy the condoms?”

You groaned in embarrassment as you tried cov ring your face but he was on his side looking at you, “Because you were only paying attention to Jia after I thought we were beginning to be friends again and I don’t know… it was stupid.”

“You were jealous?” He asked if you actually were because every time he sees you with another guy he gets jealous. A little smile came to his face and you hit his arm lightly, “Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not, I’m just surprised. You know how many guys are into you? I’ve been jealous this entire trip and I don’t know, I’m just surprised to know you were too,” Jungkook admitted and you looked over at him too.

Neither one of you said anything for a moment and you just spent time outside deep into the night.

You looked at Jungkook, he looked at you, and you’re not sure if this was an unspoken agreement or if it was just a long time coming but before you knew it you were both leaning in for a kiss.

You captured his lips with yours making him let out a small groan as he kissed back fiercely. It was careful at first still seeing if this was something you both wanted before Jungkook began to turn his upper body enough to hover over you. His tongue found yours and explored the inside of your mouth, swiping along yours and letting them glide against each other creating a pool of drool. Your hand was on the side of his face, fingers digging into his hair as a hand of his reached over to hold you down against the sand by your waist. Jungkook felt his blood rushing, as every part of him felt on fire. You pulled away first, tugging his lips between your teeth before kissing him even harder than the first time. He let his tongue go even deeper into your mouth causing you to moan softly, breathing getting heavier as a light breeze coursed through the two of you noting that it was night time on the beach.

It was when a seagull went over your heads did the two of you realize how exposed you were. Raccoons had a tendency to be on shore once the sun had set looking for burrows of baby sea turtles and neither one of you wanted to be out when they came scurrying past. The lights in the house were off for the most part due to how late it was and the two of you were finally able to see how long you had been out.

“You’re so pretty,” he mumbled against your lips before pulling away enough to look at you. His hands were gently around your face wiping away the blown over sand from your features and brushing your hair back, “I didn’t want to be here at first because it was still awkward.”

He placed a tender kiss against your lips, “But if I wasn’t then… you know, we’d probably still be mad at each other.”

You reached forward to pin his bangs behind his ears, his ponytail loose and almost out but he just looked so handsome like this.

“The beach is so empty,” you commented as your hand trailed down the tight space between your bodies. Jungkook looked around, it was dark out and stars scattered across the night sky. You were utterly alone out here just making out like you hadn’t been put off by each other for the last few months.

You glide your hand down his chest, feeling the faint outline of his hard abs through the black shirt he's wearing with the sleeves cut off. He looked down at your hand, breath hitting when your hand reached the waistband of his trunks. You bite your lip as he leans down and starts kissing and sucking on your neck again.

You let your hand trail lower over his swimming trunks, softly tracing the outline of his length that was slowly hardening in your touch. It didn’t take long for you to notice he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. You let out a light gasp as he kissed along the curve of your jaw toward the end of your ear sucking just below it, body already shifting against you for more friction. He let out a low rumble through his chest when your hand palmed his erection, eyes already hazy as he dug his face into your neck.

"Dangerous territory," He mutters lowly, pressing his body down onto yours, kidding you deeply as your hand goes back down to his crotch, “We’re gonna get caught.”

It hasn’t left either one of your mind’s that you’re still outside laying against each other as the warm sand tickled your back and the waves of the sea acted as background noise. You trace the hard outline of his dick through the thin material.

"Fuck," He moans into your mouth, pulling back to catch his breath as he looks down at your hand. You slowly stroke up and down his length as you grab it through the material.

He raised his hips up just enough for you to be able to sink your hand inside his trunks and he bit his lip in anticipation. If you didn’t care that you were outside then neither would he, if anything it’s just arousing him even more.

You slowly and teasingly stroke up and down, palming him at a slow pace as he lets out a groan, “Y/n.”

You smile, “Jungkook.”

“Do you really want to do this?” He asked and for a second you weren’t sure if he meant what you were doing right now or what you were doing with each other in general. Instead you grip him by the base, moving your hand up to run your thumb over his mushroom tip. You spread his precum around with the pad of your thumb, “You don’t want to?”

"Fuck..." He whispers, pressing his forehead against yours, “I do. So fucking bad.”

You reconnect your lips with his, pumping his cock moving your hand up and down in tight then loose strokes. Your bodies were still so pressed against each other that if someone watched you from a distance then it would just look like a heavy makeout and not like your hand was jerking him off under his trunks. You start to move your hand quicker up and down his length, watching him as he presses his face into your neck and starts sucking and kissing the skin beneath your ear as you pulled his trunks down enough to slip only his hard length out for better access.

You speed up your hand even further, twisting and flicking your wrist as you feel him throb and twitch, hips bucking into your hand chasing that feeling that was getting closer, embarrassingly so. With a small tsk sound you release him making his body freeze before bringing your hand up. He looked down at it and his eyes stayed on yours as he spit right into it, you doing the same before running your palm against his tip then down his length.

He lets out a groan as he twitches, your quick strokes bringing him closer and closer to release. If anyone were to ask him if he knew you, of all people, would be giving him a wet handjob on the beach he’d laugh in their face.

"God, I'm gonna cum......" He moans out, placing both hands on the sand to hold himself up enough to not completely crush you with his waist as he fucked into your hand. You smirk and look up at him making him fuck your fist faster. With a small push-up then back down he crashes his lips against yours, growling into your mouth as he cums. Your hand immediately gets drowned in his release and the bottom of your shirt does too but you just smile into the kiss as his breathing gets heavier and more uneven.

“You know, I’ve never been to the movie room,” he whispered softly to you and you looked toward the house. He was still pressed against you but you had tucked him back in once he reeled back in.

The movie room was one of the only other rooms aside from your bedrooms and it was pretty much untouched. That meant that it was good for privacy and right now he felt like he needed privacy—with you. He wants to take you on a date and try it again but right now he wants to feel you even more.

“Me neither,” you said with furrowed brows as you tried to understand why he randomly brought it up. He didn’t answer you right away, tugging on your bottom lip lightly between his teeth, “Let’s go see it.”

You gave a brief nod of your head and he was helping you to your feet reaching behind you to dust off the sand for your denim shorts. He took your hand in his and led you back to the house being as quiet as possible. You still weren’t fully sure what you were doing but it didn’t seem to stop either one of you from making it into the movie room. Jungkook checked the hallways to see if they were empty before locking the two of you in.

Before you knew it the two of you were laying on the dozens of floor pillows and cushions on the floor making out with a movie playing in the background. This time you were on top. You were laying over him with one leg raised high against his waist with his hand on your butt, fingers pinching just slightly. Your other leg was between his and it was getting hard to ignore the growing length against your thigh. Jungkook reached for that same leg pulling it over so you could straddle him properly as you pulled back for a breath. His hands slid down to your eyes, bottom lip between his lips, hips softly grinding against yours as you reached for the hem of your shirt. He leaned up enough to yank the back of his shirt and with your help he threw it somewhere with yours.

It was very clear that it was your turn to be pleased by the way Jungkook so easily pulled you up onto all fours over him as he undid the button of your little denim shorts and yanked them down. You took it from there and shimmied them off fully before his hands gripped your hips tightly once more and you couldn’t silence the squeal you let out as he tugged you forward nearly dropping you over him, “Ju—Jungkook, what are you doing?”

“Wan’ you to sit on my face, like now Y/n,” he said in a serious tone. You shook your head, “No, I—do you really want me to?”

“Y/n…” he looked you dead in the eye as you sat on his chest with his hands flat on your thighs to make sure you didn’t move back. Your knees were over your shoulders and you just needed one pull to do what he asked and it was just all so tempting when he could smell your arousal.

“You just took my dick in your hand and made me cum out on the beach and you’re asking me if I want you to sit in my face?” Jungkook asked looking amused but also not, “I want you to ride my face, got it?”

You licked your lips at the thought and before you knew it Jungkook was already pushing you that small space forward until your heat was hovering over his face but not yet pressing into him. You sighed letting yourself relax and brush your fingers through his hair as he looked up dazed and waiting for your consent.

“You gonna show me how good you are with your tongue?” You asked, making his eyes roll just slightly.

“God yes,” he said with a sigh as he finally pulled you down the rest of the way, feeling your hand tighten in his hair. Your underwear was still in the way but it didn’t stop him from pressing his mouth to the soaked fabric of your underwear and his nose lightly tapped against your hooded clit already making you squirm. He gripped your thighs firmly now to keep you in place and just let him mouth at your covered cunt, licking at the fabric for just a hint of a teasing taste.

You tried not to put too much weight on him but he practically forced you down, face right against your soaked panties rubbing gently. You squirmed, “Jungkook.”

“Hm?” He hummed against you, hair brushed out of his face by your fingers, sparkly doe eyes looking at you from between your legs. You couldn’t see it but you knew he was smirking and it didn’t take long for Jungkook to slide his hands up from your thighs to your hips. Before you knew it he was gripping one side of your underwear and yanking in it hard enough to tear. He even jostled you a bit and then he did the other side too until it slipped off and he threw them somewhere far.

Jungkook looked up at your wet pussy, a line of slick dripping onto his tongue as he let his mouth open expectantly. As it touched the tip of it he did one swift lick between your folds to catch whatever else might drip. Immediately you gasped as he did it again, not wasting a moment to tease any longer. He’s so turned on he can’t even register the thought of taking his time.

“Careful,” You started to speak again, trying to remind him to take it easy since the others were sleeping and the television wasn’t that loud. It was pointless as he gave you another long lick followed by another. You bent forward, bracing yourself with one hand again in his hair pulling just slightly making him groan into your cunt as he tightened his grip on your thighs. Jungkook’s tongue worked upwards, shifting from long licks to short flicks against your clit. You couldn’t stop the rocking of your hips, biting your lip to keep yourself from moaning loudly and letting everyone know what the two of you were doing.

“Fuck,” you whispered softly, bucking your hips forward as his hands slid to your butt, gripping hard enough to grind your pussy down on his face as he ate you out.

You released a low groan and this time Jungkook lifted you off despite your protests. He glared up at you, “You want everyone to know how I’m eating your pussy out?”

“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes, hips still moving just slightly praying he’d just continue, “Slow down then.”

Jungkook gave you a cocky smile, his hold already growing firm as he sent you a wink before pulling you over his face once again licking at your pussy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck," you murmured, nearly under your breath as his head moved frantically to follow the way you fucked into his face, tongue stiff as he flicked along your cunt sloppily.

You slapped a hand over your mouth, the knot in your stomach tightening, body convulsing with pleasure as he took in the sight of it. The way your torso moved with each buck of your hips, and your breasts. The tilt of your neck as you looked up trying not to look at him and the tight hold you had in his hair.

Without warning, you reached your climax all over Jungkook’s tongue. He eased your orgasm, licking softly before moving you off of him. As he did so his hands came down to your waist sliding you down with ease. He held you down to lay on top of him and without question your lips were on his again.

“So good,” he whispered against you, ready to take his trunks off once more, “I need you.”

“Mmh,” you said between kisses still not registering what he said until he was rolling you over under him so he could take them off. He kissed down your neck, “Condom?”

You nodded ready to reach out for one before your body froze. Jungkook, who still kissed and sucked on your neck blissfully, wasn’t paying attention. You tapped on his head to get him to look at you but he kept going, surely leaving live bites.

“I don’t have any.”

He stopped but didn’t pull away, “What?”

You sighed, “They’re in my room.”

He sighed as he pulled up but kept his body pressed against yours, “You’re lying.”

The situation made you laugh. Out of all times this could be happening to you. The first time you’re even attempting to get physical and after everything you've done tonight but you’re responsible.

He let his head fall onto your chest with a small groan. You sighed, “Sorry.”

Jungkook left a soft kiss on the mound of your breast, “Don’t be. Not like you knew this would happen, right?”

He definitely didn’t. Jungkook did not for one second even think about the possibility of kissing you this summer and definitely not as far as the two of you have gone tonight.

“Ugh,” you groaned as he hugged you, “If I go in and Sora wakes up, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“It’s okay,” he said, finally moving off you as he made himself comfortable next to you, still only in his trunks.

“Where’s my shirt?” You asked sitting up but he just pulled you back down grabbing one of the large throw blankets laying around and tossing it over you.

“Let’s just sleep right here,” he mumbled looking over to the door making sure he did lock it. He grabbed his shirt off the floor for you to put on and once you did, he let you cuddle into his side. He tried ignoring the sexual frustration that built up from not having sex with you but neither one of you were doing it without protection especially so soon.

“Everyone’s gonna think something is up,” you whispered as he let you use his bicep as a pillow.

He just shrugged.

“Who cares?”

𖠳 ᐝ

Jungkook was zoned out all morning the next day. No one’s said anything about the fact that the two of them didn’t return to their bedrooms last night but it’s very clear everyone has their suspicions just from the way they’ve been looking at you two. Of course they probably think the two of you made use of those condoms but they are gravely mistaken—almost but not yet. Soon though, he’s already made that promise to you both. When you get back to Seoul he’s gonna take you out and then everything will just fall into place, hopefully.

“What’s with the pigtails?” Jisoo — of all people — had the nerve to ask Jungkook.

“Why are you talking to me?” Jungkook asked, glaring at him as you fixed the end of one as the hair in the pony curled just under his pierced ear. Jisoo looked at you as if you’d stick up for him and that only annoyed Jungkook even more.

Jisoo seems to have forgotten that just yesterday he almost got into a fight with you both — even if it made you and Jungkook make up — it didn’t mean you liked the guy.

“Y/n,” Jisoo said, making Jungkook roll his eyes, “Can we talk?”

“No,” Jungkook said but you just placed a hand on his shoulder and handed him a mirror.

“I guess,” you said before looking at Jungkook, “Look at how good your hair looks. I’ll be right back.”

“Come get me if he tries anything,” Jungkook said as he held up the mirror checking himself out. The end of his growing mullet was in low pigtails but he still had wavy bangs curled around his ears and over his forehead. He looked ridiculous using his tattoo covered hands to clear his bangs out of his eyes.

“What?” You asked Jisoo, already sounding annoyed as he dragged you outside to the deck. You sat at the wooden table by the grill and waited for him to speak.

“I just wanted to apologize for yesterday,” Jisoo said honestly, “I was out of line and honestly if I knew you were with Jungkook I wouldn’t have said anything but I just don’t get why you two were hiding it.”

You laughed, like actually laughed, and it confused him even more. You stopped for a moment to look at him, “So you’re apologizing not because of what you said but because you didn’t realize I was with Jungkook? Which I wasn’t, let me just say.”

“No, that's not what I meant, I just… well you know, you weren’t giving anyone the time of day and I showed you I was interested. I guess I just wanted to annoy Jungkook because he seemed so territorial over you but I didn’t expect you to hear,” Jisoo said, scratching the back of his head nervously.

“Are you stupid?” You asked, “This isn’t an apology to me at all, and honestly if you can’t just apologize for the way you spoke about me then why even bother? You’re making excuses saying that I wouldn’t give you the time of day? Damn, Jisoo, I wonder why!”

Jungkook didn’t even hide the way he was glaring out the sliding glass doors. He can’t even hear what you’re saying and that just annoys him more. He’s just waiting for Jisoo to do something so that he has an excuse to go out there. If he tries anything then he picked the wrong day for that.

Jungkook is sexually frustrated, homesick, and annoyed with him still over last night.

“Oh my god! Jungkook! Your hair is so cute!” Jia and Mirae said when they made it through the door carrying takeout. Jungkook looked over at them seemingly unimpressed, “Thanks.”

You and Jisoo made it back inside after you made it incredibly clear that you don’t like that guy just in time to see Jia reach for the end of Jungkook’s pigtail.

“You look so cute, I’m not used to this cute side of yours. Did you do your hair like this?” Jia asked as Jungkook looked at you and Jisoo walk in.

“No, I did,” you muttered and Jungkook reached for Jia’s hand to push it away before coming over to where you were.

“Oh,” she said as he followed you up the stairs without a single glance back at them, “Well it’s really cute.”

“Take them out,” you said just as the two of you made it to the top floor. His brows furrowed in confusion, “What?”

You huffed as you began pulling his pigtails out, “I don’t want them looking at you like that.”

He laughed, “You feeling jealous already? We just made up yesterday.”

“So? Do you want me to go tell Jisoo he looks cute?”

“I’m taking them out,” he said, helping you, “The only person you can call cute is me.”

“Well don’t let other people touch your hair then—“ You cut yourself off as your eyes drifted to one of the bedroom doors.

Jimin and Hoseok didn’t even bother to act like they didn’t see the whole thing. Jimin smirked as he looked at you two then at Hoseok. He just laughed, “Looks like someone did get laid, and it sure as hell wasn’t me.”

“Ugh!” Jungkook groaned, “We didn’t—“

“Yeah sure bud,” Jimin said as the two walked past you and Jungkook, “Not what we heard last night.”

Your jaw dropped realizing that you might’ve been louder than expected. Jungkook just glared at them, “Want me to kill you?”

“How morbid!” Hobi gasped dramatically, “You’d think getting laid by the girl he’s been obsessing over would loosen the guy up.”

“We didn’t!” Jungkook yelled ready to trail after them but you just hugged him by the waist laughing.

“Let them think we did, who cares?”

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❝All you wanted was to help your best friend get over his ex girlfriend. How did you manage to end up confessing your feelings?❞

Header Credit: Me

・❥ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

・❥ Genre: Best Friends To Lovers; Fluff; Humour; Smut; Angst (if you squint)

・❥ Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI), NOT SAFE FOR RAMADAN

・❥ Word Count: 7.5K

・❥ Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption/intoxication, little fight between his ex and Y/N, Jungkook can be a bit senseless but can't we all?, sexual tension, heavy makeout, explicit consensual sex, dirty talk, pet names, oral (Female and Male receiving), dom!JK, sub!Reader, hair pulling, unprotected sex, mentions of birth control, spanking, praise kink, rough sex, marking (hickeys, biting)

Jungkook didn't know how he ended up here. He just remembers exiting his shared apartment in a fit of rage, anxiety, and hurt, wandering the streets of Seoul blindly, his mind racing with thoughts that he wanted to be rid of. So how he managed to end up at his best friend's apartment complex without realizing was baffling to him. It was almost like his heart knew who he needed right now. The one person who will sit and listen to him without interrupting or pretending to listen. The one person who would make him laugh when he needed to be cheered up. The person who undoubtedly cared for him no matter what bullshit they go through together or wouldn’t get annoyed at the dumb shit he says. That person was his best friend, the girl he grew up with. You.

He absolutely knew you'd tear him a new one for showing up at three in the morning without warning. You liked your sleep. No, loved your sleep, he always teases you about how you love it more than your own best friend. And now, he was about to disturb it. You were a force to be reckoned with when your beauty sleep is broken. The only time Jungkook will admit he's terrified of you.

He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding before raising his hand and knocking on your door a few times knowing it would take a few more to awaken you. He almost grimaces, almost, as he hears you stomping and your muffled yells of insults for the intrusion on your sleep. 

Incoming in 3, 2, 1-

“I swear to god whoever woke me at three in the morning, you are getting castrate- woah, you look like shit dude.”

“Well hello to you too, Bug,” Jungkook says sarcastically, stuffing his hands in his pockets, shaking his head to fix his bangs, and staring at you with tears in his eyes as he finally lets them out now that he was standing in front of his safe person. But somehow you always managed to make him laugh. You had never been good with people crying, it always amused him and right now it did too, watching the reaction you always seem to have. Sheer panic and awkwardness.

“Shi-no! Don’t you dare cry on me, dude! I can do anything but tears Jeon! In! Get in now! Sit and wipe them tears with a tissue, or a blanket I don’t care just get rid of them! I’ll get the wine!” You ramble in panic, grabbing his arm and practically yanking the poor heartbroken boy into your apartment, shutting the door before rushing to your kitchen to get said items. It was clear he could use a glass. Or five.

Jungkook sniffles and plops down onto your couch, swiping his tears with his shirt and letting out a little laugh as you shuffle into the living room with your arms filled with snacks and a wine bottle and glasses in your hand which he takes an effort to prevent you from smashing them, watching as you sit next to him and release all the snacks into both your laps.

“I will never understand how you are able to carry so much. I would have dropped it all before I even left the kitchen.” Jungkook mumbles, tilting his head as you scoff opening the wine and flicking the lid off, grabbing his glass.

“That’s because I’m a woman and over the many years of our existence we have evolved to have velociraptor hands to carry multiple things at once, now take your pick on snacks and tell me what’s caused you to show up at my door at this time of the night? What’s wrong, Honey Bun?” You pout as you hand him the drink and ruffle his hair playfully earning a whine and a glare from him.

“I told you to stop doing that.” He grumbles before plucking a bag of chips from your lap and opening them and sighing. He really didn’t know where to begin. Does he just rip the bandaid off or not? Eventually, he decided that yes, he just need to rip the bandaid off. He needed to come to terms with it too. 

“Hyun-Ae and I broke up.” He says dejectedly, munching on his chips, raising an eyebrow as you choke on your wine and look at him in disbelief, putting the glass down on the coffee table and turning your body to look at him fully.

“What?! Why? You two were literally on a date earlier!” You say in shock. You were confused, Jungkook had face timed you that morning talking about the date he planned for her. He had seemed so proud of himself and the big smile on his face talking about it had made your heart flutter. His smile always did but he didn’t have to know that.

“I know. It went so great too Y/N, we were happy but by the end of it, her mood had changed. I thought I did something wrong, she ignored me for the rest of the day until before when I got fed up and wanted to know what was wrong if I had messed up and she just blew up at me. She thought I was proposing and got mad that I didn’t. So you know I told her just because I didn’t propose doesn’t mean that I didn’t want to at all. I mean, Bug we hadn’t been together for a year yet.” He remarks and snags his wine off the table and takes a big gulp of it. 

You blink at him, in complete disbelief at what you were hearing. You didn’t know what to say but he wasn’t finished yet, there was more to this so you allowed him to carry on. To vent and get everything he needed off his chest. So you sat. You listened, nodding your head and humming in acknowledgment so he knew you were paying attention to every single word he uttered, taking his hand in yours when he holds his out wanting some comfort from you. By the time he had finished, you were annoyed at her, angry. And Jungkook? Well, he was now three bottles in and hiccuping, swaying slightly in his place. He was definitely gonna have a hangover tomorrow.

“So…basically, she got mad that you didn’t propose to her when you’ve only been together for what? Ten months? You told her one day in the future you would just not right now and she got even angrier and gaslit you saying that you didn’t love her and that she wasn’t good enough for you and asking if you were cheating on her? Then tried to get you to get on one knee right then and there to propose to show you loved her or it was over?” You sum up, carefully taking the glass out of his hand that he was beginning to lose grip on. That was enough alcohol for one night.

“Y-Yup! I-I told her I just wasn’t ready for that commitment y-you know? It didn’t mean I was n-never going to. I-It’s a big step in a r-relationship.” He hiccups, throwing himself back on the couch and pouting, running a hand through his hair. 

“Yeah, I know that, Honey Bun. I know. It’s gonna be okay alright? There’s plenty of fish in the sea dude.” You sigh patting his leg that he had sprawled over your lap, raising an eyebrow as he lifts his head up and frowns.

“F-Fish? B-But I’m a human dumbass. I c-can’t date a fish. That’s fucked up.” He slurs, poking you. You slap his hand away and roll your eyes at him. He really did concern you sometimes. Drunk Jungkook was another level of senseless.

"Sometimes I wish I could IV some sense into your bloodstream. Seriously, you are so dense. It’s a figure of speech, not literal Jungkook." You grumble, pushing his head to lay back again, chuckling at the sound of realization he makes.

“Ahhh, I get it now.”

“Do you?”

“No.”

“Of course not. I think you should get some sleep Kook and then when you’re sober we’ll talk about it more tomorrow okay? I’ll go get you a blanket and a pillow.” You say softly, moving his legs to get up, an amused look on your face as he huffs and shakes his head.

"I’ll go home. I can stand..." Jungkook slurred drunkenly; attempting to lift himself up off the couch, a snicker leaving your lips at his poor attempt, shaking your head.

"No, you can't dumbass, lay down you can sleep here, I’m not carrying your heavy ass anywhere." You say with a small smile. And for once Jungkook doesn't disagree.

—

"Truly Amazing." 

"Thank you.”  

"Not that. I was referring to what an idiot you are." You scoff, crossing your arms and glaring at the sheepish-looking Jungkook as he grins at you and places his arm around your shoulder, which you nudge off and roll your eyes at him. 

"Ah, but Idiocy is the first step toward Genius!" He remarks proudly. You facepalm and sigh shaking your head. He was unbelievable. You two were completely opposite to each other when it came to common sense.

“Fuck sake, I am fully convinced you never graduated kindergarten” You grumble looking around, holding your phone up in hopes to get at least a single bar of signal. Jungkook had decided he wanted to take an early morning hike and dragged you along with him. Saying it was good for the body and mind. But being the cocky guy he is, he wanted to stray from the trail and go his own way. Saying he knew where he was going. How wrong he was. 

“Ouch, hurtful.” He pouts, tilting his head as he watches you stand on a rock, phone up in your stretched-out hand.

 “Good it was meant to hurt bitch now focus!” You hiss, groaning when you don’t get a single ounce of signal. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You knew you should have never left the comfort of your bed but Jungkook can be too convincing and stubborn. You would have ended up here no matter what. You were lost in the middle of nowhere. No way to contact anyone or use your maps. No sign of civilization.

"Sooo what's the plan?" Jungkook says sheepishly, inching closer to the rock you were on. He just had a gut feeling that your clumsy self would take a misstep on it and hurt yourself. So he stayed close. Just in case.

"I don't have a plan." You sigh, pocketing your phone and looking around once more before inevitably giving up. You were gonna find nothing. It was just trees for miles. You were both screwed.

"But you're the smart one here, you must have a plan." He says, grinning nervously as you snap your head over to look at him with a death stare, hands on your hips, foot tapping waiting for him to retract his statement but he didn’t. If looks could kill. He would most certainly be dead. 

"Being the 'smart one' does not mean I come with a lifetime supply of plans in my fucking pocket Jeon! You got us into this situation, you figure this one out!" You sneer before sighing and rubbing your temples. You hadn’t meant to snap, you were stressed. The one thing you hated was not being in control of a situation and being lost with no idea where to go was definitely stress-inducing. 

“I know, I know I’m sorry, just get down before you hurt yourself and we’ll figure this out together okay?” He sighs and holds his hand out for you to take, staring up at you in awe. He had always thought you were pretty, but stood on the rock, the breeze following through your hair, the early morning sunlight that reflected off the trees, perfectly onto your face, highlighting your features, eyes shining, the pout on your lips. You looked ethereal.  

“Fine, yeah okay.” You murmur reaching down for his hand eyes widening as you slip on a ridge of the rock, squeezing your eyes shut waiting for the impact of the hard leave-covered floor, but it never came. All you felt was a warm body, the subtle scent of lavender and chamomile. A scent you recognize as Jungkook. You slowly open your eyes and blink realizing that you were wrapped up in Jungkook’s arms. He had caught you before you could fall. 

“I got you, I got you. Are you alright? Are you hurt?” He asks worriedly as he places you down,  checking you over, his chest practically pressed against yours, pausing as you carefully push him away to create some distance, your cheeks burning as you shake your head, holding your breath. Having him so close made your heart race. You could feel breath fanning over your face.

“I-I’m fine, I’m not hurt. Thanks, Kook.” You whisper, nervously playing with your hands as he sighs in relief and waves you off, oblivious to your nervous reaction to him. 

“You’re welcome. Just be careful, Bug, you could have seriously hurt yourself. We gotta find our way back in one piece right?” He smiles, holding your hand beginning to walk in a direction. You had to at least try and find your way back right? You’d get nowhere just in one spot.

“Yeah yeah I know. I’m a danger to myself.”  You huff making him laugh and shake his head.

“Damn right you are, what’d you do without me?” He grins and you look at him with an amused look. A look that told him you were about to make a smart remark.

“I wouldn’t be lost in the middle of nowhere that’s for sure. Why did you want to go a hike anyway?” You tease, stepping over a log, watching your every step. You did not want to fall. Not again. He’d never let you live it down. He always reminded you of how clumsy you were, he did not need another reason in one day to remind you.

“I wanted to clear my head, think about the break-up and try and see the full picture you know? See if there was something I genuinely did do wrong. You know maybe I should have just proposed? I know it’s been a few weeks but it just plays on my mind sometimes.” He says shrugging his shoulders, hissing as you smack the back of his head, a glare on your face.

“Fool. You did nothing wrong. You listened to her. Explained why you didn’t want to propose yet and she didn’t like that. She tried to force you Jungkook. Something you weren’t ready for and she didn’t take no for an answer. Why should you have to sacrifice your happiness and feelings for something she wanted right then and there and you didn’t? You never said it wasn’t on the table just that it wasn’t something you personally were ready for at that period of time. You both wanted different things and unfortunately, that’s what happens to a lot of people. Yeah, it’s been a few weeks but that doesn’t mean you still can’t feel shit about it Kook. People all heal differently.” You reassure him as he nods slowly. You were right. He couldn’t force himself to do something he wasn’t ready for. A commitment that honestly, kind of terrified him. 

“I just thought I could have done something different, but yeah you’re right, I couldn’t put myself in that situation. I would have really regretted it. I couldn’t have compromised with her. This is why I brought you with me because you always know what to say.” He smiles, pulling you into a side hug as you strolled through the unleveled terrain. 

“You know, I thought you’d be a lot harsher about her when I told you about the break-up but you have surprised me. You hated the girl from the minute you met her.” Jungkook chuckles, whining as you poke his side, rolling your eyes.

“I never said I hate her just that I wasn’t keen on her, but I wasn’t gonna be bitch when you were clearly upset. I wasn’t gonna go ‘I told you so’ and invalidate your emotions and feelings, Kook. Yes, I told you I wasn’t keen on her and that there was something about her that I just couldn’t put my finger on. I wasn’t gonna go ‘Don’t date her, I don’t like her.’ I told you that if you’re gonna date her and be serious about it that you just be careful and that you are really sure and happy. I wasn’t gonna try and ruin your happiness because of a feeling I had on her. Your happiness was all that mattered to me.” You explain looking up at him and pouting at the look on his face. You couldn’t tell what it was but it looked sincere. A look you wanted him to have every time he looked at you.

But what you didn’t know was he did look at you with that same look a lot. Awe, care, hope. Love. It was love. Jungkook loved you. More than you could ever imagine. You weren’t just his best friend. You were someone he wanted to call his. Someone he imagined himself with. Someone he definitely wanted to grow old with. Jungkook can’t pinpoint when he started feeling this way for you. But it was definitely sometime in high school. It hurt him every time he’d see you with another guy. The dates you went on but failed. The boyfriends. It all practically killed him. 

But he was scared to confess. Scared to ruin your friendship. So he buried them. Tried to forget them and date others but it never felt right. Until he met Hyun-Ae. For a short period of time, she had made him ‘forget’ his feelings for you. But they came back in a blink of an eye when she broke up with him. The night you let him into your apartment and listened to him and validated his emotions. Like right now, you didn’t like Hyun-Ae but just wanted him to be happy so accepted it. ‘Your happiness was all that mattered to me’. Yeah, he was utterly and undoubtedly in love with you and he’d never stop loving you. 

But he didn’t know that you loved him unconditionally too. That it also hurt you to see him with other girls that weren’t you, that you were scared to confess to and ruin your friendship. The both of you were so oblivious to your feelings for each other that it was so painful for your friends to watch. But they weren’t going to interfere. If you were going to end up together, it’d happen naturally they told each other. That was four years ago.

“Thanks, Bug. That really does mean a lot. Sorry for bringing you on a hike gone wrong. We should have done something else. Like let loose, we haven’t done that in a while. Other than when I showed up at your apartment but that doesn’t count, I was a mess.” Jungkook laughs, kicking a pebble in his way, jumping as you gasp and stop in your place.

“Oh hey, we made it back out! How’d you know to go this way?” You say enthusiastically bouncing your heels as you realize you had made your way back onto the trail, turning to look at Jungkook, your grin dropping seeing the amused smirk on his face. Oh no.

“What if…I told you that maybe I knew we weren’t lost and I just wanted to prank you?”

“Jeon Jungkook I swear to fucking god I’m gonna kill you!”

In reality, he had no idea where he was going or how he navigated his way back but you didn’t have to know that. He loved to tease you.

—

"Why are we here again?" 

"Because you said we needed to let loose the other day, why else would we be here?" 

"When I said to let loose I meant in the comforts of our own homes. Not a random club that will end up with us kicked out like usual. We established we do not mix well with other people." Jungkook huffs rolling his eyes before downing the drink he cradled in his hands. 

"Well shit dude, how was I supposed to know that? When you say let loose I'm gonna assume you mean in a club. Use specifics next time dumbass." You scoff, flicking his forehead earning a hiss from him, and glare at you, rubbing his forehead, grumbling under his breath.

He was right though, since college you two couldn't be trusted to be in a club without supervision from your friends. The pair of you were partners in crime. It didn't matter what the situation was, you'd always be there for each other. When it came to clubs you'd either be kicked out from dancing on tables or from getting in a fight. It didn't matter, it always happened. It was only a matter of time until you were kicked out. 

"Wanna bet on the reason we end up kicked out this time?" Jungkook says in amusement, waving the bartender over to order another drink.

You raise an eyebrow before grinning and shrugging. It really could be anything at this point. 

"Hmm, I think it's gonna be a fight. I'm feeling...violent tonight. You gonna have my back?" You tease taking a sip of your drink as he shakes his head. 

"You know I always have your back Bug, you're my ride or die." He affirms, patting your bare shoulder before ordering you both another drink. You shudder from the contact of his warm slender hand on your shoulder, placing a hand on your racing heart, taking a deep breath. You hated how he had this effect on you, he was your best friend. You couldn't have him. You'd never have him. He didn't see you how you saw him. Well, so you thought. 

"Ditto, Honey Bun, ditto." 

"Here, now let's go find somewhere to sit in this god-forsaken place." He groans, handing you your drink before wrapping his arm around your shoulders to keep you close as he pushes through the waves of bodies to find a seat until he finally finds one and plops down. 

"We're so boring. What happened to us two little party animals?" You laugh, nodding your head to the music. Jungkook practically snorts, shaking his head, 

"We grew up and got bored of the partying." 

You sit in a comforting silence, dancing along to the music and continuing to down drinks to the point where you both could feel the slight buzz of intoxication, confidence, and mischief. You were both beginning to enjoy yourselves, that was until your reason to get kicked out waltzed in. Hyun-Ae was unashamedly hanging off a clearly well-off man's arm, rolling your eyes and nudging Jungkook, shamelessly pointing behind him. 

"Hey Kook, looks like your ex moved on pretty quick for someone pressuring you to marry them." You sneer, letting out a laugh of disbelief. You really despised the woman. She used Jungkook purely for her own leisure, she didn't deserve him, he was a gentleman, caring, loyal. You hate how she broke his heart. 

Jungkook peers over before looking back at you and shrugs nonchalantly a teasing smile on his face. With the alcohol in his system, he felt like he had the courage of ten men. If he didn't do this now, he never would. He couldn’t carry on and pretend his feelings aren’t there. Like they’d just suddenly disappear.

"Yeah well so have I." He smirks, leaning back in his seat and taking a swig of his drink. You tilt your head in confusion. Your heart sank a little. You hadn't been told that he was interested in someone else. You really needed to get over your feelings for him. You had no chance with him. You were just best friends after all. All you were doing was hurting yourself.

"Oh really? You got proof of that, Honey Bun?" You tease trying to keep your composure, leaning forward and resting your chin on your hand, playfully wiggling your eyebrows. He snorts and places his drink down before leaning forward too, licking his lips to wet them, tilting his head, a smug smile on his face before blurting out, 

"Well, the proof...would ruin our friendship." 

Your breath hitches, your cheeks flushing as you begin to get flustered, your heart racing as you look down to the table to break eye contact with him. He couldn't be insinuating what you thought right? Maybe you were misunderstanding? Right?

He chuckles, a smirk playing on his lips, he could see the doubt and the inner monologue you were practically having as he gently grabs your chin and lifts your head up to look at him and coos, 

"We don't want to ruin it now do we, pretty girl?"

Your heart was racing. Your lips were parted, the words you wanted to say on the tip of your tongue but couldn’t see to vocalize them. You had waited what felt like an eternity for this moment. A moment you had fanaticized for the longest time. But back then they were dreams and this was reality. This was really happening. It was like music to your ears. A rush of adrenaline. You weren’t going to let this moment slip through your fingers. You may never get another chance to do this.

“What if I want to ruin our friendship? What if I want to be more than just your best friend?” You whisper, breath hitching as he tugs your chair closer to him, your hands shaking as you place one on his cheek, closing your eyes as he nudges his nose against yours, foreheads pressed against each other.

“Yeah? You want to be my girl?” He breathes out, lips grazing against yours, his own heart pounding in anticipation. He wanted to so badly claim you as his own. Be able to tell everyone that you were his girl, no one else's. He so badly wanted to feel your lips against his. To have your body against his. 

“She’s watching Kook.” You murmur, peering over his shoulder when you got the feeling of someone staring. Her jaw was clenched, and her eyes narrowed as she eyed you both angrily. You could see her fists were clenched beside her. She wasn’t impressed.

“So? Let her watch pretty girl, let's give her a show. Let her know who I belong to now.” He smirks and without a moment of hesitation, his lips were against yours. It was nothing like you had imagined it would be. It was even better. It was euphoric. His lips were soft, his lip ring cold in contrast to his warmth. In that kiss was the sweetness of passion, a million loving thoughts condensed into a moment. It was bruising, and dizzying. A small moan left your lips as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth before letting it go with a pop, a teasing smirk on his swollen lips, you were sure yours were too. The both of you panting, arousal pooling in the pit of your stomach, almost shaking with excitement, you knew where this was going, and you had never wanted it more. He opens his mouth to speak but a figure towering over you halts his actions, the both of you looking up and sighing seeing the very irritated Hyun-Ae. Yeah, this was it, you were about to get kicked out.

“Ah Hyun-Ae what an unpleasant surprise, how can we help you on this fine night?” You smile fakely leaning back in your seat in amusement waiting to hear her spew nonsense.

“So this is who you downgraded to? You skanky ‘best friend’, I always knew she wanted to get her grubby hands on you.” She seethes crossing her arms. Jungkook rolls his eyes, now he can see why you disliked her.

“I’m too sober for this bullshit…” You mumble to yourself, her voice practically causing you a headache.

“I think I got an upgrade thank you very much. She’s far more of a better person than you.” Jungkook snarks, glaring at his ex-girlfriend.

“I see you had downgrade though, you know for a bitch wanting to force him to marry her, you sure have moved on quickly, very materialistic aren’t you? Going for the rich guys, I think all you want is the lavish life, the money, not the love and comfort.” You say in amusement, a harsh grin on your lips as she gasps and retracts slightly at your insult.

“Why you vile, piece of-”

“Woah woah, I'm sensing…some hostility. Maybe you should take up meditation?” You say sweetly only angering the woman more and bringing you more entertainment.

“I could never stand you!” She exclaims making you laugh and stand up so you were level with her, tilting your head at her,

“Then sit down no one asked you to stand. You know, if there was a prize for having the world's most punchable face, I'm sure you'd win." You sneer, watching as she raises her hand to slap you but it never reaches you, thanks to Jungkook’s quick reflexes grabbing her wrist.

“I think that’s enough. Hyun-Ae leave us alone. We’re over. You don’t get to criticize me for who I date when you are seeing some stuck-up, self-absorbed man. I mean look, he doesn’t even care that you’ve wandered off. Hope you become a better person. Now excuse us, we have something much more fun to do.” Jungkook huffs, letting go of her wrist before tugging you out of the club. He needed to get out of here.

“How do you always end up with the psychos?” You laugh as you both climb into a cab, a noise of surprise leaving your lips as he pulls you close to him, a playful smile on his lips,

“Are you insinuating that you’re psycho too pretty girl?”

“I never denied it, Honey Bun. You should know that I can be a bit psycho by now.” You tease and press your lips onto his, his tongue swirling with yours, hand in your hair to keep you close. As soon as you reached your apartment things got intense. In a split second his touch awakened every nerve in your body and brain, electrifying them. It's the anticipation of being together in a way that's more than words, in a way that's so completely tangible. You both barely make it to the bedroom, hands trying to touch every bit of each others body, clothes being thrown all over the floor, the only things left on your body was your bra and pants and Jungkook in his boxers. Jungkook pulls away from the kiss to admire you, eyes filled with love and lust.

In the room that is twilight and shadow Jungkook stands close enough for you to breathe in his scent. His arms wrap around your back and in one gentle pull your skin touches. You feel his hand in your hair, how he loves the softness, watching it tumble as he releases it. Then his hand moves down your cheekbones to your lips. That's when the kissing starts again and you start to move like partners in a dance that is written in your DNA. Your bodies fit together as if you were made just for this, to fall into one another, to feel this natural rhythm. With a laugh he lifts you right off your feet, carrying you towards the bed, letting you fall with a soft bounce on the mattress. You lock eyes for just a moment, just enough for you to feel safe with one another. Then he's all business, undoing your jeans, pulling them off, kissing from your toes upward, slowly, his hands on your legs, always just a little higher than the kisses. You feel your back arch in anticipation, knowing where his fingers will soon reach. Your head rocks back against the pillow as he does, the first moan escaping your lips. 

But as quick as it happened his fingers were gone, a teasing smile on his face, “You think I’d give you everything you want so quickly? No way baby, you need to use your big girl words. Talk to me.” 

“Jungkook you cannot be serious, I do not do teasing, you better do something quick.” You groan, glaring at his laugh before flipping the two of you over so that you were on top.

“Shit, pretty girl,” he hisses as you roll your hips, grinding your core against his. He can feel how wet you are through where your cunt drags against his underwear soaking them. You were burning from arousal and anticipation, gasping as he flips you back over.

“I want to taste you. Can I?” 

The question makes your legs shiver and you nod. He nudges your legs open with his knee, hands pressing into the mattress beside your shoulder and head locking you in under his form. He leans down and kisses you with the same urgency he had in the cab. Your head swims with excitement and you can feel yourself growing more wet as you feel his toned stomach press to yours. A moan pushes its way out of you and into his mouth as you feel his nipples graze yours. 

“Fuck.” 

He smirks into the kiss before he breaks it and then he’s kissing your cheek, jaw, neck, clavicle, between your breasts and then your nipple is in his mouth and you arch into it as his tongue swirls and his lips encase and tug. 

“Jungkook —” you moan. 

He looks up at you, his bangs obscuring his vision but he does nothing except continue his way down your body. His hands following. You’ve never felt so safe, so secure, and so sexy under a man before. Then suddenly he’s standing again, his hands on your thighs and he tugs you down with a force that surprises you. Your eyes wide meet his, equally as wide and dark. He smiles and shakes his head, looking down at your legs. 

“What?” you ask and he looks back up at you. 

“You’re just fucking beautiful.” he rasps, taking in every inch of your body as if he’d forget what it looked like. 

“Kiss me?”

He nods but instead of crawling back up your body to meet your lips, he bends down and kisses your stomach.You close your eyes and slip your hand into his hair and tugging. He moans against your skin and your breath hitches.Your hips twitch as he kisses your hipbone and then licks your skin, biting and marking it, he wanted to claim you, paint you in arrays of purple and red bruised flowers. You lift yourself up and watch him as he shifts down, his hand sliding down following the movement of your thigh.

“Oh fuck” you breathe out surprised as you feel his index finger slip down your clit and between your folds. 

“You’re going to taste so good, I just know it,” he says as he gathers some of your arousal on his finger and then looks up at you and licks. His eyes roll back and close as he moans deep,

“Fuck, I knew it.”

You watch him go again but this time you feel his finger press into you, you gasp, hips moving. He leans in and presses the tip of his nose to your clit and licks, lapping up your arousal like a starved man. Your wanton moan fills the room and your hands tighten around his hair instinctively needing to keep him there and to stay there. His tongue works along with his finger for a few moments and then his finger is gone only to be replaced by his tongue. Pushing into you, penetrating you and you practically go limp, a choked moan leaving your mouth as his thumb returns and applies pressure to your clit. You could have came right then and there.

“Jungkook if you don’t stop I’m gonna come.” You pant and he pulls away your arousal glistening on his lips, shuddering as he licks his lips not wanting to waste a single drop of your slick. Leaning back the bulge in his underwear evident of his painful boner. You kneel on your shaking legs, keeping your eyes locked on his as you press wet kisses to his stomach moving lower and lower, his breath getting heavy, his hands gently caressing your skin, your fingers playing with the waistband of his boxers before tugging them down his length springing free, he kicks them off and you stare in awe before starting your teasing, wrapping your fingers around him, squeezing lightly.

“Pretty girl, don’t fucking tease, you’ll get a punishment for it.” He husked, glaring at the playful smile on your face.

“Not so fun when you’re on the receiving end is it baby?” You coo, hand moving off his length, a growl leaving his mouth, placing a hand in your hair opening his mouth to talk but a choked moan leaves his mouth as you swipe your tongue across his head, tasting the tang of his pre-cum.

You wrap your lips around him and take him until he hits your throat, looking up at him through your lashes, then you come up and pause, just holding him in your mouth, your tongue running back and forth across the underside. Jungkook grunts and his eyelids flutter closed.

“Pretty girl, oh fuck…” He groans, strangled, panting and head rocking back, his adams apple bobbing in his throat.

“Mm?” you hum, not taking him from your mouth, and you notice the muscle in his jaw jump as he clenches as you trail sloppy, wet kisses down the length of his hot, smooth cock.  You run your tongue flat across his balls as your hand continues to pump his shaft and he moans,

“Doing such a good job my pretty girl, fuck your mouth is incredible babygirl.”

You hollow your cheeks and suck, your hand and mouth moving as one, eager to impress him more, the praises causing your arousal to drip. Jungkook’s hand in your hair is tight, not directing you, just to have something to hold on to. As you push lower, tipping your head to take him into your throat, he jerks, his abdomen tightening euporhically, close to his release. This was quickest he’s ever needed to cum before from a blowjob.

“Y/N, Y/N stop, our first time is not gonna have me, cumming in your mouth, I wanna be inside you, fuck do you have condoms?” He rasps as he gently pulls you away, groaning as you shake your head.

“No I have the coil and I’m clean you?” You pant, lips swollen and red, leaning your face into his touch as he strokes your cheek, nodding and gulping. Fuck he doesn’t think he’s going to last long going in raw.

“Fuck, yeah, yeah I am, shit baby, I might not last long.” He grunts, softly pushing you back, grinning as you squeal when he flips you over, pulling your ass up and running his hand over your cheek before a smack echoes in the room and a stinging sensation is spreading over your ass, a cry of pleasure escaping your lips.

“Such a perfect ass, wanna mark it all up with my handprint but we can do that another day, right now I need to be inside you before I die.” He groans, aligning his length with your entrance, Your whole body shuddering as he presses into you for the first time. You both moan low and Jungkook pauses at the bottom to regain his composure. It was like you were made for each other, the way your bodies moulded together perfectly. You were addicted already.

He drags himself backwards before thrusting in again. Your walls are spasming already; you’re so tight and he’s stretching you just right, filling you up like you’ve not been filled before. You were wrecked for any other man, not that you wanted anyone else.

“Oh fuck Kookie, feels so fucking good, don’t stop.” You babble, a complete mess as he picks gains rhythm, picking up his pace and ruthlessly pounding into you, your fists tight in the sheets, your head dropping muffling your moans, gasping as one of his hands grabs your hair and pulls you up, growling,

“Don’t you fucking dare hide those pretty moans. I wanna hear every single one. I want everyone to know who’s making you feel this good, who you belong to, do you understand pretty girl?” 

“Yes! Yes I understand! Jungkook fuck!” You practically scream out, eyes rolling back, the pleasure so intense, your body felt like it was on fire. 

He watches closely as he pushes into the tight, wet slip of your core, watching himself disappear into you with each thrust, moans leaving his throat. You loved how vocal he was. It excited you more, your pride soaring that you were able to make him feel good too. You really do feel drunk, giddy, hysterical. You feel tears prick in your eyes at the relief of it, the pressure, the pleasure. 

“Shit, I can’t wait to fill you up, stuff you fucking full. Can you take it, baby?” He rasps 

“I can take it,” you reply, voice high and tight. 

“Give it to me, Kookie- fuck.” 

He grabs the hair at the back of your head again and pulls it back, your back pressed to his chest as he fucks up into you, keeping your neck so he can kiss you, lick you, bite you there, moaning against your skin as you whimper and stutter, a silent scream leaving your lips as he reaches deeper into you from the new position,

“Kookie, shit, please. I need you to fuck me forever. God, don’t stop. Don’t stop.” 

“Never,” he grunts. “Shit, won’t stop. I’m yours baby.”

Jungkook is so rough you loved it, his grip on your waist painfully tight that you knew it would leave marks.You felt so sensitive, you’re at an almost constant spasm around him; your limbs tingling from adrenaline. Jungkook sucks at that one spot on your neck that makes you melt and you swear, voice wavering and breaking. He knew you were close and so was he, his stomach so tight, desperate for his release, but he wouldn’t come. Not yet. He needed to make sure you came first. Your pleasure came first to him.

“You gonna come pretty girl? I want you to come all over me, be a good girl and come.” He coos darkly into your ear, his hand slipping between your legs, his pace never faltering. His touch is gentle, but it’s enough to have your vision burning white, your blood roaring, your ears ringing as you come. You hold him tight, your hand digging into his hair as you splutter and pant, your head laying back on his shoulder, feeling his chest vibrate from his husky groans and growls as he comes too, fucking you both through your orgasms, filling you up with his cum. 

The room is filled with your pants and heavy breathing as you both come down from your orgasm, nothing but gentle touches shared between you both to keep you both grounded, a gasp leaving you both as Jungkook gently slips out of you and guiding you to lay down before flopping down next to you and pulling you into his arms.

“You still with me, Bug?” Jungkook chuckles tiredly, seeing the fucked out look in your eyes, stroking hair back from your face and peppering kisses to your face moving his hand to stroke up and down your spine.

“Mhmm, still here, just regrouping, Honey Bun.” You whisper, a tired smile on your face. You were in sheer bliss, pure happiness. You finally got the guy. A man you loved so dearly for years. 

“That’s good. You did so good pretty girl. Such a good girl for me. I love you.” He utters, nuzzling his nose against yours, grinning as you pout your lips for a kiss, giggling as he presses multiple pecks onto them.

“I love you too. That was everything and more than I could have ever imagined.” You sigh, nuzzling your head into his chest, a yawn leaving your lips as he kisses the top of your head.

“That’s good to hear. I’m so glad I get to call you mine finally, I’ve loved you for so long. I couldn’t hide it no more.”

“I’m glad you didn’t, I’ve loved you since fucking high school. It was killing me.” You laugh, stopping when he tenses and sits up causing you to sit up as well.

“Wait…you’ve loved me since high school?” He says in shock, cursing at himself as you nod slowly and frown.

“Yeah why? What’s wrong with that?” You say hesitantly, slightly amused as he groans and face palms. Yeah you two really were that oblivious.

“I’ve loved you since high school too…” He muffles out and your eyes widen in realization. You felt like an idiot. He felt like an idiot. 

“Wait so that means-”

“Yeah we could have been together a long time ago if we weren’t so dumb.”

“Oh my fucking god.”

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evolution of a lover’s heart | 01

the rules are simple: first one to take the virginity wins.

pairing: fuckboy!jk x f reader

genre: fluff, angst, college au, fuckboy au, bet au

word count: 8.1k

warnings: none for this part what i can remember.

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author’s note: so this first part ended up being too long so i split it up! hope you like it!

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Part one: the lover.

Among other, more impressive things, Jeon Jeongguk is forgetful. He’s suffered because of it on many occasions, but most of the time, it’s not a big deal, only resulting in a shrug of his shoulders or a light curse rolling off his tongue. 

Strangely enough, he’s never had a problem with faces or even names, but he still keeps his left hand inked.

The dark marks aren’t dug deep underneath his skin like the ones on his right arm; no, they vary in design and color from day to day depending on what he needs to do to pass his classes and the pens available. One thing he’ll remember. Two? Most likely that too. But three? Four? Better scribble words—that look like strange code with all the vowels removed to save space—down on his skin, just to be on the safe side.

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"boyfriend of my dreams" pt. 1

Pairing: jungkook x reader

Genre: college au. pwp. smut. strangers to lovers (or are they?)

Word count: 8.7k

Warnings: oc's mean :/ but the bois ~love her. jk's so sweet. protected sex. dirty talk. mentions of alcohol & drugs (a lil weed). fingering.

Author’s note: hi <3 I started this so long ago to celebrate hitting 1k and got to finish it just now and wanted to share it. this was fun, felt like me when I wrote it. thank you for being patient with me during this time and for sending me love even when I'm away - it means more to me than I'll ever be able to express. I hope u enjoy, I'll make sure to pop in and chat w u guys! x

This is a work of fiction. Please respect the members and their privacy. x

pt. 1

You lean your head to the side, smiling mischievously to yourself, absentmindedly drawing the far end of your pen between your lips. Namjoon scores a point – it’s mostly luck, catching his counter partner, and friend, off-guard. The ruckus that unfolds when he does is a tad bit too passionate for a mundane game of ping pong but that’s no obstacle to them, they’ll make a party out of almost anything.

Taehyung jumps on Namjoon’s back right as he breaks out in a celebratory sprint around the ping pong table, emitting laughter from everyone around them. Jin grabs a hold of his face, bringing it closer and planting a loud kiss on his forehead. Even the opposing team is cheering him on.

“Are they drunk?” Sumi asks, narrowing her eyes at them as she gives up on re-reading the same paragraph for the third time, unable to hold an ounce of concentration with the commotion before her.

“It’s 11 A.M.” Sydney types away on her phone, studying far from her intentions as she rides a hangover herself. She’s propped up on one elbow, breaking the circle you’ve formed on the green grass.

“I wouldn’t put it past them,” Sumi retorts, closing her textbook with more force than needed before letting out an exasperated sigh.

“Namjoon is so… buff.” Your eyes don’t leave him, a pout adorning your lips as he chuckles, getting back into position to continue the heated game of ping pong.

“Stop fucking our friends.” Sydney’s tone laces indifference, eyes still glued to her screen. The reflection on her dark sunglasses giving you a perfect view of the obliterating left swipes as she fishes through Tinder. Nobody stands a chance. You laugh.

“Don’t you think it’s a little late for that?” Sumi asks.

Sydney turns to her and then back to you, head lowering until her icy blue eyes are penetrating yours. “Hoseokie is still freed from your perversions, right?” She pauses and Sumi scoffs. “Right?”

“He came over on Monday to study for that Introduction to Philosophy class we share.” Your sentence is innocent and you try to match it with your tone but it falters, hinting sultry towards the end.

Sydney stays quiet for a second too long before she snickers, nodding slowly to herself, shooting you a “Nice.”

“So that makes all of them.” Sumi ponders, suddenly overwhelmed by the mental math. She’s fighting her own hungover demons.

“That’s Jin on fresher’s night. Jimin last Halloween,” Sydney starts.

“Then she went through her stoner phase and thought she was in love with Taehyung because they would always fuck under the influence,” Sumi adds, condescendingly.

Sydney nods at this. “That gets you a hall pass, ___. Hell, I’m in love with Taehyung. Look at him.”

“Mmhm,” you contemplate, thinking about how even in his hazy state he would pull orgasms out of you like it was easy.

Sumi snaps her fingers repeatedly. “Yoongi after that festival we went to over the summer.”

“And during,” Sydney points a finger her way.

You smile at the memory. It was thrilling, really, breaking the stigma his passive and reserved personality had painted him as. It gets you a little hot and bothered, attention almost fully diverting from what your eyes were originally after.

“Then Joonie last month – at least you guys went on a, you know, actual date.”

Sydney looks over at Sumi, mock endearment on her features. “She tried.”

“I can try harder.” You reach for your bag, fishing its insides for your lip gloss and some watermelon gum. You begin to straighten up as you apply the sticky, shiny product on your pouty lips, tuning into character – flirty and determined.

“Hold up,” Sydney’s voice gets both your and Sumi’s attention, fixed on her all of a sudden. She holds up her phone, removing her sunglasses as her eyes travel from the screen to the direction of the boys that are still in deep their Olympic style ping pong game.

You lean over, Sumi mimicking your movements until Sydney’s got two pairs of curious eyes eyeing her screen alongside her own.

“What? What?” Sumi’s eyesight betrays her, the sun hitting straight on the screen, making it hard to make up the image.

You see it perfectly though – Sydney’s screen flashes a Tinder page, a dark-haired boy smiling brightly back at you. When your eyes follow the line of vision that stands right ahead, that same smile finds you, only this time it’s directed at Namjoon.

You scoff. “It’s a small world. I thought one of the perks of living in a big city was the animosity.”

“Says you Mrs. No-man-left-standing.” Sydney sneers.

Sumi rolls her eyes, snatching the phone from Sydney’s grasp and bringing it close to her face so she can join in the discourse. “Oh,” she says, wincing slightly but awfully casual.

“Oh?” Sydney mimics.

“It’s Jungkook.”

“Who?” Both you and Sydney say at the same time, earning yourselves another eye roll from Sumi.

“Jeon Jungkook,” she begins but the confusion in your faces remain. “He’s a sophomore. We’ve met him- multiple times. Plays soccer? Center back?”

Sydney frowns. “Do I look like that rings a bell?”

“He’s been at almost every party this year.”

“He’s a sophomore why would I give two?” You defend.

“Because the boys have introduced us to him- multiple times. He’s even part of their little gamer cult that meets every Tuesday. He’s pretty much inserted in their group of friends which, by default, makes him part of our group of friends. He’s very nice, actually.”

A dark smile forms on Sydney’s lips. “Well, aren’t you smitten. Maybe if you’d spent less time gathering all of this information, he wouldn’t be on my Tinder feed right now.”

Sumi waves her hand at her dismissively, putting full focus back on her text book.

Sydney shrugs. “I’m swiping right.”

“Cougar.” You tell her.

“It’s a match,” she informs, gaze traveling back to the boy who reaches for his phone as in sync. He looks at the screen for a short second before they’re on Sydney for the split of that. She holds that intimidating, cat-like gaze until she’s got him visibly flustered – eyes glued to the ground, and you can’t see, but have no doubt he’s blushing. You turn to her, eyes narrowed. She shrugs. “He’s only a year younger.”

“He looks like a virgin.”

“I’ll try anything once.” You laugh at this, shooting her a pointer finger in agreement. “Or you want this one, too? Since, you know, apparently he’s a friend.” She turns to Sumi as she says this but the latter is consumed in her studies.

“No, thank you. I look up not down.”

“Is that code word for blowjob?”

You snort, eyes rolling playfully at her. “Interpret it as you wish, my lovely bimbo.”

She smiles at you and you let out a light chuckle before you’re standing up from your comfortable sitting position. You stretch a little, fixing your dangerously short skirt. Spring is here after all and after confining one of your best qualities to jeans for all of winter, it’s time to honor your attributes once again.

“Go get ‘em tiger,” Sydney cheers on.

“Go get him. She’ll take it literal.” Sumi adds and you all break out in laughter.

You make your way to your friends, ping pong game long forgotten after the arrival of Jungkook. They’re all standing around him, ogling him as if he was a puppy almost. Endeared smiles his way as he tells a story. Taehyung even ruffles his hair some. You roll your eyes – if only they were this committed to loving on their one night stands the way they love on their new little friend they wouldn’t be confined to your roster.

Yet perhaps it’s all for the best.

“Namu,” your voice is sweet as his name passes your lips like a little melody.

When Namjoon turns around at your beckoning, six more faces turn to you in perfect unison. You smile and like a domino effect, they return it. All but one.

You might’ve been unaware of his presence right that second – hell, of his name a couple minutes prior even, but Jeon Jungkook knows who you are. He knows all too well. Not by means he would necessarily feel proud to disclose (i.e., his friends being way too vocal about the wonder that is you) but you are very much in his radar. He sees you now, a tender smile on your face that only makes those tempting eyes of yours all that enticing to him. Enticing and confusing, that is. The way you call Namjoon’s name makes him wish, even if for a brief unconscious second, that it was him you were after.

Perhaps he’s giving himself way too much credit.

He’s wanted that, very much consciously, since the first night he met you.

It’s the oldest story in the world and you’d think it would consequently make it predictable; but Jungkook is yet to reap off the benefits of the cliché he walked himself straight into the moment you walked into Yoongi’s apartment that one night.

“Do you guys always throw parties after Game Club?”

“Hm. Depends, really.” Jin walks alongside Jungkook all the way to the kitchen counter, where an unholy amount of liquor lays, uncapped and ready to be responsible for the same amount of sin. Yoongi’s apartment lights shine dim red LED lights, making it all seem very Euphoria-esque. All the parties Jungkook had attended in his short first year of college had been rather trashy – sweaty bodies and frat bros that did highly questionable things after hours. This felt different. The crowd much smaller, the music far cooler and the overall atmosphere much more inviting. “Sometimes it’s just us. Sometimes we have… company, my young one.”

Jungkook follows Jin’s line of vision until they, too, land right on… company. Said company is looking right back at them – well, probably more at Jin than anything. A pretty girl with electric blue hair smiles at Jungkook, a small wave his way before she’s shyly looking down at the floor. Jungkook’s a weak man and the sweetness she exudes shoots right to his heart. And then very much right to his dick. Scratch that – Jungkook was a weak boy.

Jin laughs when he notices his sudden flustered state. “That’s Jieun. A doll, yes. But don’t let the shiny eyes deceive you, she will beat your ass in MapleStory. No mercy.”

For some reason, Jin’s words do zero favours to Jungkook, finding a girl beating his ass in the video game he’s had mastered since he was 12 awfully enticing.

He sounds nervous when he says, “she’s pretty.”

She’s looking at him again, an all too obvious glance down Jin’s direction for reinforcement before they’re glued back on Jungkook – sweet and welcoming but laced with something so incredibly attractive.

“You want her?” Jin’s voice breaks him out of his trance.

“Uh- I mean,” Jungkook doesn’t want to get his hopes up let alone objectify the girl.

“I’m only asking because she wants you.”

“How do you know?”

“I know.”

“I-”

Before Jungkook can elaborate on his obvious attraction for her, all eyes and ears redirect back to the front door. Your entrance is not necessarily loud but Sumi’s greeting certainly is – oddly obnoxious and out of character whenever she’s had one too many shots of tequila.

Jin smiles, waving over at you. “What took you so long?” He says this loud enough for you to hear.

You simply smile, slyly and cheeky for reasons Jungkook can’t decipher. Now, he’s not a nosy person but he gets a sudden urge to know. He can’t quite explain it. He also can’t quite explain why his mind is erased blank in that moment – suddenly unaware of where it was only a couple of seconds prior. You draw him in, despite the fact you haven’t all but glanced in his direction – even though he’s right next to Seokjin.

Jimin greets you in a hug and Jungkook doesn’t miss the way his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer until his lips lower to your ear. He says something that makes you smile, biting your lip as you chuckle slightly.

Jungkook thinks that’s it, you’re taken by none other than the person he’s grown the closest to in the group.

Only that’s not it, because in the span of the night he sees you fall into a messy but passionate make out session with Taehyung after an, in his very humble opinion, purposely failed game of suck and blow. You also sit on Yoongi’s lap as he rolls a joint that he shares only with you. Not to mention the way you have special pet names for Hobi and Jin.

A week after that party, you go on a date with Namjoon.

An enigma.

Hot as all hell,

But an enigma nonetheless.

Needless to say, Jungkook finds more entertainment that night in following you with his wonderous gaze than in entertaining sweet-gaze-blue-hair. Even if everything you do just makes you all that more confusing.

But hot. So very hot.

~

“Oh my God, you fuck me so-,” your words hitch right in your throat, a loud moan in replacement that finishes the sentence for you.

Good. He fucks you so good.

“Is that so, babe? You gonna cum for me?” Namjoon’s words hit you like a drop that tips the glass – a metaphor that fits the situation perfectly as your orgasm rips through you in waves of pleasure. You don’t have time to announce it, per say, but he doesn’t need you to say it in order to feel it.

His smirk is cocky and it would do things to you if you could see it. He bends you over further, hand coming to tangle itself in your hair as he pushes your face to the mattress, fucking you harder as he chases his own high.

“Cum for me, Joonie.”

The pet name is sweet but your tone is so filthy and that about does it for him, his tight grip on your hip growing firmer as he spills inside the condom with a soft, “fuck- I’m cumming.”

He pulls out with a hiss and your body falls to his mattress, a sigh leaving your hips as you swim in pure bliss – body almost ecstatic over how good he just made you feel. His hands grab you by the waist, turning you on your back so quickly you barely register it. You yelp and he snickers, positioning himself back between your legs – just how this ordeal all started.

“Fuck, ___. You fuck me like you love me.”

“I don’t,” your words get lost in soft little playful giggles. “That’s why it’s so good.”

He smiles, his brain convincing his body he could go again right then and there. “And that’s why I love you.”

You grab his face, pulling him down for a kiss. His eyes are closed, lips pouty as you say, “as a sexy friend that lets you fuck her brains out?”

His tongue licks at your lips before he bites on his lower one. “As a sexy friend that lets me fuck her brains out.”

“Mm, convince me again.”

“Gladly.”

His brain wins, body more than ready to go. He kisses you, deep right off the bat as your legs wrap around his waist, arm outstretching to reach for one of the condoms you’d tossed on his bed. You break the kiss, eyes on his as you bring the foil package to your lips, opening it with little hassle, hands lowering to his-

“Doorbell.”

“Huh?” You say, confused. Brain still a little foggy from the arousal.

“Someone’s at the door,” he says.

You whine into his mouth, pulling him closer to you. “It’s probably the pizza we ordered when you were trying to court me.”

He lets out a loud laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “I wouldn’t court you with pizza.”

He frees himself from your hold, a soft peck to your forehead before he’s reaching for his sweatpants, throwing them on before passing you one of his oversized hoodies.

“Why? I like pizza…” You’re all but left alone with your thoughts as he leaves his room, well on his way to the front door already.

Namjoon is feeling rather chirpy. In a good mood that doubles as bliss – fucked silly, if you will. His steps pick up as he gets closer to the door, overly enthusiastic as he twists the doorknob ready for-

“Jungkookie.”

“Pizza,” he says, pushing the green and red striped box in his direction.

“You work for Papa John’s?”

Jungkook frowns. “No. The delivery guy just left it on the floor… I thought I’d pick it up.”

“Oh! Yeah, yeah. Thanks, bud. What are you doing here?”

Another frown from the youngest, confused at finding Namjoon so disoriented. “You told me I could come… for those anatomy books, remember?”

Namjoon doesn’t remember and it’s rather obvious by the frown on his face. Right that second, in glorious sync, Jungkook makes out the reason why.

“Pizza!”

You come out of his room, in nothing but an oversized hoodie he’s seen on his friend many times before – nothing but the oversized hoodie he’s seen on his friend many times before. Your hair’s messy, mascara smudged around your glassy eyes and even from afar, Jungkook can make out the crimson traces of a love bite adorning your neck.

“Of course, I remember, Jungkookie. Come in, come in. I’ll get them for you.”

You smile, more at the pizza than at him – eyes fixed on the box he’s still holding.

“Uh- thanks, hyung.”

“No worries- oh, you’ve met ___, right?”

His gaze travels down, the patterns on the pizza box suddenly holding his focus fully. “Y-yeah.”

Namjoon walks back to his room to, presumably, grab those anatomy books that got Jungkook walking right into this situation. You walk over to him, eyeing him absentmindedly before you open the pizza box he’s holding, grabbing a cheesy piece for yourself before taking a big bite.

You moan.

You moan and Jungkook has no choice but to follow his animalistic instincts and look up at you, big round eyes searching for yours that are shut as you feast on a piece of pizza that can’t certainly be that good. When you open your eyes, Jungkook wants to look away. He even tries, but it’s to no avail, way too hypnotized by your close proximity.

“You want some?” You ask, shoving the slice in his direction.

He gawks at you before he reminds himself, pizza – you’re offering him pizza.

“N-no… thank you, though.”

“Wait a minute,” you say, brain zeroing in on a thought. “You’re Sydney’s little tinder conquest.”

Jungkook does not know what to say. Nothing comes to him – not a quirky remark, not a simple answer. Nothing. All he can do is stare at you, eyes traveling down for a split second as you sit on the edge of the couch, the hem of the hoodie hiking up your thighs, exposing way too much skin for him to keep his inner dialogue from producing a loud scratching sound and just absolutely rewinding. He stays quiet.

“You are! Hm… cute.” You say, and he can’t quite make out if you’re being honest or downright condescending. He hates to admit it but either way, it’s turning him on. “When are you guys going on a date? Oooh, take her to the movies! She likes indie films, believe it or not. Her favorite food is sushi and she does not like long walks on the beach.” You say with a proud smile, wiggling your eyebrows at him in a suggestive matter.

He stays silent yet again and you simply shrug, taking another bite from your pizza as Namjoon finally comes out from his room, a stack of books in his hands.

“Here you go, Kook. This class’ a bitch, don’t know why’d you pick it as an elective. If you need help studying let me know.”

“Thank you, Joon. I appreciate it.”

“Hey, I’ll see you tomorrow at Tae and Jimin’s?”

“Yep.” He says, eyes making too big of an effort to avoid you and you can tell, which makes you smile. Sydney’s gonna have a blast with this one, always down for a lil subby.

Jungkook turns around, thanking his angels that interaction is about done. He struggles for a minute with the doorknob, hands full of books and a tremor to them that don’t necessarily help his case. You chuckle and he can hear it, the little balance he had on the heavy hardbacks faltering before they finally fall to their tragic fate, hitting the floor with a hard thump. He curses the same angels.

Namjoon comes to his rescue, reaching for the books as he tells him, “Let me get that for you.”

Jungkook grabs them, securing them in his hold once again before giving his friend a genuine smile before uttering a, “thanks.”

He leaves the apartment with a haste that emits another chuckle from you.

He hears it again.

Thankfully, he’s far from earshot when you say,

“He’s kinda weird.”

Namjoon narrows his eyes at you, closing the door after him. “He’s just introverted. A term you’re not familiar with.”

You give him a mindless shrug. “Cute.”

You mean it – condescendingly, that is.

~

Taehyung and Jimin are a dynamic duo. They’re also roommates and not afraid to fall into the pleasures a night of excess might ensue. That’s exactly why them hosting parties is a once in a full moon event – no, really. They follow the zodiac calendar religiously, making sure that whenever the moon ends a cycle, they’re ending the night with a crowd of partygoers that are not only drunk on liquor but all sorts of indulgences.

Little is off limits during Tae and Jimin’s full moon parties and, logically, it’s your favorite night of the month. It’s become quite poetical, really. Also, an excellent way for them to get laid, because, what’s more romantic than the Moon and a night that sort of revolves around it? Men that know their moon cycles, that is.

So, once a month, when the Moon is nice and plump, you and yours get extra done up and double the excess. It’s an iconic practice and you will it admit, it’s seen some of your best nights in college.

You make your way to your front door, stopping briefly by the mirror, giving yourself a double take. It’s a combination of the skin tight baby blue dress paired with the oversized leather jacket and Sumi’s surprisingly nasty playlist that has you feeling yourself. Eyes smoked out with enough black shadow to have you dreading the process of taking it off later.

“You look like Mick Jagger just had its way with you.” Sydney has never been one to enter any sort of situation casually.

“That made me a little horny.” You say, returning the smile that forms on her lips at your words.

“Great. Let’s make it worst with tequila,” she holds the bottle towards you, half full with clear liquid dancing around the thick glass.

“It’s like you guys want me to make bad decisions tonight.” Sumi says, one half of her hair curled and the other flat as she rests a hand on her hip dismissively.

“That’s when you’re even more fun, Sumi.” Sydney says, glossy lips smacking against her cheek.

“Ew.”

“See? You wouldn’t reject my affection after one shot of tequila.”

She smiles. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

You clap. “That’s my girl.”

Sydney moves swiftly around your apartment, a natural in the kitchen – when it comes to a perfect tequila shot ensemble, that is. She displays it like she would a charcuterie board; a row of limes lined in perfect crescent moon shapes and little mountains of salt to ease the kick. She comes out from behind the counter, plate in hand and fingers tightly gripping to the neck of the tequila bottle. Her walk is flirty, steps skipping some as excitement is perfectly reflected on her face and the little giggles she lets out as she kneels in front of your coffee table.

The tall shot glasses you’d retrieved await the assault as you three work in perfect sync – lime juice coating the rim promptly before you’re dipping it in salt, the clear liquid following. Your eyes widen as some spills, dripping down your hand as Sydney snickers. Sumi complains about her glass being too full.

“Glass half full, not half empty, Sumi.” Sydney sneers.

She simply rolls her eyes, not putting too much of a fight as she raises her glass to join the toast circle you’ve started.

“What to?”

“Whatever we want.” Sydney’s tone is determined and she doesn’t really give you both time to object before she’s clinking her glass to yours, tongue licking around the rim before she’s downing the shot.

You shrug, not unhappy about it one bit as you mimic her movements. Sumi lets out a breathy laugh, pleased as she does the same.

“Who’s on your mind, ___?” Sumi asks, wincing at the burn before she soothes it by biting on the lime.

“No one in particular… you know I like spontaneity.”

“Wasn’t Joonie inside of you like- this morning?” Sydney adds.

“What does that have to do with anything?” You reply, genuinely confused as your friends look at each other, laugh erupting from both of them. “Hey.”

“I want Eunwoo,” Sumi says, tucking her face between her hands, letting out a dreamy sigh.

Sydney snaps her fingers, giving her a thumbs up. “Should I go after Tinder boy,” she ponders for a bit, “What’s his name again?”

“Oh my God, Sydney.” Sumi huffs. “Jungkook.”

“Jungkook!”

“They call him Jungkookie,” you tease, remembering your little encounter with him yesterday at Namjoon’s.

“Aw. That’s almost virginal.” She says, mocking endearment.

You laugh and Sumi throws you a nasty look. “You guys are awful. He seems like an actually nice guy.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Sydney says in between chuckles.

“You know, not like his troglodyte friends that bolt at the first insinuation of commitment.” Sumi says. “He gives me like… boyfriend of my dreams vibes, you know?”

Both you and Sydney stare at her, half amused, half baffled. Confused but so very entertained at her train of thought. Your eyes remain on her for a couple more seconds before you’re both breaking out in laughter, eyes squinting shut as you throw your heads back, clapping for emphasis. You can’t see or hear the way Sumi scolds the two of you for being so insensitive.

“Well,” Sydney says, attempting to collect herself. “He can be someone else’s boyfriend of my dreams. I’ll be like, a send-off present before he finds the girlfriend of his dreams.”

You high five her, encouraging her funny remarks. “See, Sumi? Isn’t that nice of Syd?”

Sumi stares at you both, shaking her head before she rolls her eyes and downs another shot.

~

You wish you were more of a romantic. You wish you could come up with a million or so pretty words to describe the way life feels in moments like these. You wish there was a better way to phrase what it feels like to be standing in a room full of familiar faces, friendly faces, new faces – beautiful faces. Bodies coming together in sync with the beat of the music. Boys kissing girls, girls kissing boys and kissing girls, too. Boys kissing boys, not an ounce of love and lust suppressed. Just the pure inertia of the moment and a mix of a couple other things that make you even more susceptible to the world around you.

Your eyes close, softly and in what feels like slow motion, as you let yourself be consumed with the feeling, this moment, the heat the bodies around you radiate. A smile forms on your face and something tells you it’ll linger for the rest of the night.

Said smile grows tenfold when your eyes open and your gaze meets Yoongi’s. Joint sitting lazily between his lips, ginger hair tussled and eyes red. He raises a brow at you and your demeanour changes in a matter of seconds – eyelids feeling heavy all of a sudden, your smile turning into a smirk. He returns it – a lopsided grin adorning his features before he takes the joint from his lips, putting it in between yours. You lean forward a little bit, looking into his eyes as he winds the lighter a couple of times before both your eyes land in the flame between you.

The smoke feels dense as it passes through your lips, down your throat and out again in a rhythmic pattern. You feel it right away, that mellow haziness that settles through you. He takes a hit, too, unconsciously taking a step forward. Your hand brushes his and he entwines your fingers, almost instinctively. There’s no rush to Yoongi ever, and he touches just like that.

He fucks like that, too.

“Yoongi…” your voice is airy, but he can hear your thoughts just by the way your lips move.

“Hmm?” His voice is hoarse, cat eyes piercing into yours – not losing eye contact, not even as a cloud of smoke passes his lips.

“I want you.”

You’d be less brass about it but it’s not like those words haven’t left your mouth before – in much more compromising circumstances, even.

He smiles, nodding. One last hit before he’s killing the joint. “Me too.”

“Let’s go.”

“You’re faded, baby. Let’s wait a little.”

He gets closer to you, the hand that’s still locked around yours coming to your lower back, his other sitting at your waist.

“Okay,” you say and your voice is but a whisper, sending shivers down his spine as your lips sit right beside his ear.

“Want some water?” He asks you.

You shake your head. “No, I’ll just go wind down a little. Wait for me here.”

“I will.” And when he says this, his lips are mere inches away from yours, sending your mind into a frenzy, making you feel ten times more drunk. And ten times more high.

You squeeze yourself between the dancing bodies, smiling and knowing eyes as you pass Sumi, arms around Eunwoo’s neck as they kiss. You want to touch and be touched just like that.

You up your pace, making your way to the kitchen, heading straight towards the fridge and snatching a bottle of blue Gatorade that you know Jimin and Tae keep as after party favours – and to ease the diabolical hangovers that usually result as consequences to these parties. You take a sip and a deep breath before you walk towards their laundry room, opening the door and closing it behind you as you’re suddenly engulfed in darkness so dense it immediately relaxes you. The music from outside the tiny space is muffled but you still feel your ears ringing from the base.

You light the flash on your phone, quickly making up your surroundings. There’s a washing machine that makes up the far end corner of the room, a snug fit between the walls. You take two steps and in one swift motion you’re sitting on top of it, feet briefly hitting a small shelf that holds detergent and baskets. Mildly claustrophobic yet peaceful, semi-quiet and dark.

You’ll be sober in fifteen minutes max.

~

Jungkook has never felt more sober in his life.

In an almost parallel universe to yours, he finds himself amidst the crowd, not a place in his body left untouched as he takes a step back, body coming into contact with Jin’s, who’s far too busy with a touch of his own to even acknowledge him when he apologizes.

“Sorry for what?” The words lace themselves with a soft giggle, her hands squeezing a little at his chest before they’re traveling upwards and snaking around his neck.

Lola takes a step forward, closing the previous distance Jungkook had put between them and she wastes no time, eyes closing before her lips are grazing his, a soft gust of air passing her mouth in lust. It turns him on and he feels himself letting go a little – his hands at her hips, slowly moving upwards until they rest at her waist, pulling her closer. She giggles again and it pisses him off so he kisses her.

Just like a couple of minutes prior, it’s sloppy. Her tongue diving straight in for his, soft whines passing her mouth as she puts her hands on top of his, quickly moving them downwards again, passed her hips until she’s closing them around the flesh of her ass. Her skirt rides up and Jungkook can feel her skin at his fingertips. He grabs the hem of her skirt, pulling it down before his hands are back at her hip.

“No,” her words get muffled in-between a whisper and a moan. “Touch me, please.”

Her hand rides up his shirt, nails scraping down the tout muscles of his abdomen. It does nothing to Jungkook – his dick merely reacting by instinct, but his mind is elsewhere and he wants to get out of here.

He chuckles, trying his best to ease the blow for her. “I’m feeling super drunk.”

That’s a lie.

Her hands don’t stop, continuing their little journey, fingertips inches away from the waistband of his jeans.

“Wait, wait, wait.” He says, his hands wrapping around hers and gently taking them off of his body.

She rolls her eyes, uttering a snarky, ‘whatever’ before she’s storming off.

He feels dizzy all of a sudden – the neon lights coming at him quickly, the music too loud, air too stuffed.

He finds his way out of the crowd, slightly dazed and looking for silence.

~

You’re giggling absentmindedly at your phone as you scroll through twitter. It’s been well over fifteen minutes but you’ve found comfort in your sober state and the tranquillity the small space has provided. You haven’t let go of your goal for the night, still very much feeling that sense of want even after the buzz from the alcohol and the weed wore off. But like you said, Yoongi’s never in a rush and the night is still young.

Glancing at the left-hand corner of your phone, the time reads 2:37. He can wait, you decide, as you go back to a thread titled funny pets. Scrolling, scrolling, scrolling, until…

Jungkook opens the door gently, stepping inside the space without a second thought. He’d noticed it as soon as he’d stepped foot inside the kitchen, curious as to where it led, knowing it wasn’t a bathroom or one of the two bedrooms he knew well. Silence engulfs him and he relaxes immediately, letting his shoulders drop – the tension leaving his body.

It’s short-lived, though – a bright light shining onto his face as soon as he turns around.

“Who are you?”

He recognizes your voice, body tensing all over again and eyes widening in shock. He can’t see you, the bright light blinding him and he puts a hand right in front of it, eyes squinting in pain.

“Uh…-” He begins, and it’s a mixture of that nervous stutter and your eyes finally accommodating on his face that gives it away.

“Oh. It’s… you.” You say, voice faltering slightly as you very obviously struggle at remembering his name.

He looks down at the floor, though he can’t see much as you turn the flashlight off and all that illuminates the room is a cat picture that displays on your screen.

“Jungkook.” He says, voice so faint he physically feels all the confidence he’s spent his entire life garnering evaporate right out of him.

“Yeah,” you say, uninterested but he’s not surprised. “What are you doing here?” You ponder. But before he can answer, your mind goes elsewhere. “Did Yoongi send you looking for me?”

“Yoongi- no. He didn’t.”

“Then?”

Your tone is harsh, bordering on mean – or maybe he’s a cry baby that would very much like for you to say his name the way you say Yoongi’s. Or any of his friends’ for that matter. But beyond his personal desires, he doesn’t understand it.

“Uh… I just needed a breather.”

“And your first option is the shoe box laundry room?”

Mean, again. He wishes he had the power in him to give you a snarky comment back. But he doesn’t.

“I didn’t know it was a shoe box… laundry room.” He says, growing nervous as he hears the way you let out a quiet sigh mid-sentence.

“Well, two’s a crowd.”

He’s about to apologize (for what, he doesn’t know), before you’re nearly plunging yourself from your seating position on the washing machine. You must’ve calculated wrong because you end up not so very gracefully landing on the floor – not only stepping on his foot, but also colliding with Jungkook’s body. The space is tight; too tight, and the impact of your body on his send him tumbling backwards until his back hits the door with a thud – his head following, and then, of course, you. He’d held onto your waist as an instinct, a futile attempt to steady you. You tumble forwards, hands on his shoulders and totally off balance.

You look up, grunting a little and cursing under your breath and though you can’t see much, you can make up the way he winces in pain, eyes tightly shut from banging his head against the door like that.

“Are you okay?” Your question comes off as abrupt – volume too loud for Jungkook and his aching head.

“Huh?”

“Ugh.”

You can’t explain it.

You can’t explain why he exasperates you to the point of rudeness – which, promise, you are not. He stutters his words and can’t hold eye contact and talks with a damn lisp the more you pressure him into keeping a conversation flowing. He seems spaced out all the time and even though it was your clumsiness that landed you in this position, you blame him.

You also can’t seem to explain why you can’t push yourself away from him. Or how your hands inched closer to his chest, index finger hooked inside his shirt, right over his collarbone. It makes the whole situation even more exasperating.

You squint, trying to make up his features – observing him. His eyes open suddenly, catching you in the act almost and you roll yours, narrowing them at him and that’s when you lose his gaze as he turns his face to the side. His skin feels hot under your fingertip and you can’t see it but you know he’s blushing.

Ugh.

Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh.

Ugh!

“Ugh.” You say again, straightening your body and pulling Jungkook up with you. But despite this, you don’t break the proximity – your bodies still flush to one another. Your movements make him look up at you again and when he does, you ask again, “Are you okay?” only this time you space out your words, bluntly pausing so he understands. It’s condescending.

(And hot.)

“Yeah.”

His response barely passes his lips before you’re pressing yours against them. Hard but then soft all of a sudden as you swallow a soft gasp of his, the way his chest flutters over yours hitting you straight in the stomach – a tingle almost. A feeling you wouldn’t dare call butterflies because you are not twelve, or sixteen. Or dumb, for that matter.

Jungkook’s head spins and he feels dizzy, swearing to himself he must have a concussion because there’s no way in hell you’re kissing him right now. Him. You. Your hand snakes around his neck, nails scraping softly, contrasting with the way your mouth moves against his. His hands are on your waist but he can’t seem to move them, his brain wanting nothing more than to squeeze and bring you closer, spin you around until he can press himself impossibly tight to you.

His lips give in first, mouth opening for you as your tongue glides against the plump flesh. Your tongue slides right in, sensual and slow yet filled with need. He doesn’t think he’s ever felt anyone kiss him like that before, like you’re saying more than words could ever do justice. In complete sync with your body as your hands travel upwards, tangling themselves in his locks of raven hair. He tries his best to mimic your actions, to kiss you as so you can tell that he wants this, too. He wants you – so fucking much.

You so badly want to be bored out of your mind – uninterested. To feel unsatiated with his gentle touches. With the way you can feel his thumb circling over your waist softly, and his tongue dancing with yours slowly. You wish you could say you fed your curiosity with a kiss but when he pulls away, lips forming a pout so as to make it last longer, you want more.

His eyelids flutter dreamily, heavy with something that doubles as lust but hints to something else you can’t quite put your finger on. All you know is that they move in sync with yours and it takes you about a second to give into your impulses.

Your fist closes around the soft material of his black long-sleeved shirt – it’s oversized and makes him look so boy. He’s taken aback but follows, ever so compliant, still feeling like he’s stuck in some sort of fever dream – slightly concerned, still in the concussion theory. But you’re very much real and it takes you all but two steps backwards until your back is hitting the washing machine again and you’re pushing yourself upwards, sitting back on – right where he found you.

Your legs part, tight dress hiking up but you don’t seem to care as you pull him to you once again and he falls perfectly into that space you’ve nuzzled for him in-between your thighs. His hands grip the corners of the washing machine, trying to find balance as you take him off-guard. A soft little whine passes your lips as you wrap your legs around his waist and if the head bang didn’t get him dizzy enough, this for sure did.

“You can- touch me. Please.” You don’t part your lips as the words leave you and it drives him crazy – your breath on his and the way you nod when he nods, almost eagerly.

His hands rest on your legs, a feathery touch at first but it immediately sends a wave of goosebumps traveling down your skin in a perfect domino effect. He squeezes lightly, sighing softly against your lips at the feel of your skin. His sigh turns into a hiss as your teeth close around his bottom lip, pulling backwards and letting go, not letting him catch his breath before your mouth is back on his.

He loves it. He loves your boldness that doesn’t feel aggressive. He loves the way you want him and the way you showed him, right after rolling your eyes at him. Not any less of an enigma just because his tongue was on yours, you still confused him. But he was too focused on the other things you made him feel right this second and so the thought left him.

You can feel the effect you’re starting to have on him – he kisses you with more hunger, touches you with more need, the fear fading away the more you show yourself receptive. Which you are, inevitably so, receptive to him. To the physicality of the actions you’re engaging in and to the way he sounds, and smells, and feels. It’s all overpowering your every sense and when you realize you’re not only free falling into indulgence but also doing it whilst sober, you stop dead in your tracks.

Jungkook follows right behind you, stopping too. He looks at you, half his face illuminated and the other embraced by the darkness that surrounds you. You want to see him, but not being able to makes you feel more comfortable. You don’t want him to see you, but you know he is – you can tell by the way his gaze grows soft, eyebrows falling into his face slightly and head cocking to the side a bit. He sighs and your skin feels hot, but it’s not really out of horniness or lust.

He’s about to speak, his eyes looking apologetic and you don’t think you can deal with his softness when he’s putting it in words right now, so you kiss him. You kiss him hard and you kiss him good and when your hands land on top of his, you encourage him to explore further. Someone had taken that sort of lead on him today as well, yet the way you do it does things to him that could never compare to anything he’s felt before.

Your legs lose the grip they had around his waist, instinctively parting as you lean back slightly. Breaking off the kiss, you draw your lips in-between your lips and this time when you stare, you’re back to minx. His hand inches closer to your inner thigh and he’s acting purely by instinct. Now, he’s not unfamiliar with a woman’s body, but the way you’re looking at him right now makes him feel like he’s back to square 0.

“Is this okay?” He asks, taking you by surprise.

A part of you wants to reciprocate his gentleness but you don’t allow it to show. Instead, your gaze grows lusty as you say, “You haven’t done anything for me to judge your performance, so I guess I don’t know.”

If Jungkook were to be brutally honest, he has no idea what you mean by that, but he goes with the way your hips move closer to his hand, legs parting further – eyebrow raising at him, almost tempting him to play. When his knuckle grazes right over your clit through your lacy panties, you mewl – hips circling and body jolting in anticipation.

You’re so fucking hot he has to lock his lips with yours, eyes closed to ground himself and step back into this moment because you’re making it really hard for him right now. Emphasis on the hard. You kiss him back – mouth parting when his fingers move on you. Index and middle finger circling around your entrance over your panties, then slowly teasing with feathery touches until they reach your clit, applying more pressure the more erratic your breathing gets.

“Don’t tease.” Your attempt at keeping your tone collected is laughable but Jungkook doesn’t seem to notice, quickly complying to your needs as his fingers hook inside the side of your panties, parting your plump folds and letting himself bask in your heat.

A moan escapes his mouth as he says, “you’re so wet.” And though his voice is shy, his touches are anything but.

“Yeah?” You ask and he nods against your mouth. “Fix it, then.”

His thumb circles your clit, swollen and pulsing even though he’s just got his hands on you seconds before. He draws figure eights against the bundle of nerves and your head draws back, face scrunched up in pleasure as soft moans escape your lips. He can tell you’re trying to control yourself and there’s something about it that doesn’t sit quite right with him. His middle and ring finger tease at your entrance for about a second and you’re dripping – wet enough for him to push two fingers inside of you. It’s skilful and immediate, the way his fingers arch, finding that spot right away – taking you so aback your legs close around his hand.

“Oh,” and when the rest of your words get caught up in your throat as a whine replaces them, his movements slow. “Keep going- like that.” You encourage and he resumes his previous pace.

Your cunt is snug around his fingers, slick juices dripping down his hand and he’s so deep he can feel them running down his wrist. Every time he hits that spot inside of you, your breath hitches in your throat, voice too frail to praise and perhaps ego, too. But your body is so telling, there’s no doubt in him he’s doing a good job. His fingers pull out of you, a lewd sound filling the room as he circles them against your clit – your wetness aiding to the feeling and allowing him to be fast, hand moving with quick precision.

“Fuck- fuck. That feels so good.”

His head drops to your shoulder, pace never faltering, fingers gliding down at your entrance, relishing in the way your little pussy clenches around nothing – already missing the fullness his digits provided. Your cheek comes flush with his, lips grazing his ear as you tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling slightly. He’s moaning as if you were reciprocating his ministrations – raspy voice taking on a breathy feeling to it, hitting right against your neck.

You grab his face, making him look at you before you’re crashing your lips onto his, pulling back for a second, eyes closing as you feel your tummy contract at the feeling he’s providing.

“Fuck me with your fingers- please. Please, Jungkook.”

It’s the way you say his name, removing all sense from him and leaving him wild. A throaty moan passing his chest, leaving his mouth before he’s bringing his hand closer to his mouth, spitting on it in an obscene way that only sends you further into your impending doom. You almost don’t want it to stop – you’d let him finger fuck you inside this laundry room forever if you could. It feels that good.

His fingers dive back inside of you and you can feel the way he’s purposely stretching you, scissoring motions hitting unfamiliar spots, making you throw your head back in pleasure. He adds a third finger and it takes you aback, sending you right onto the edge much closer than you’d expected.

“Oh my- fucking God. I’m so close.”

“Yeah?”

His question is rhetorical, bordering on cocky and it makes the moment ten times more devastatingly sexy.

Jeon Jungkook is devastatingly sexy.

Jeon Jungkook with the stutters and the lisp and the ability to draw every ounce of patience out of you.

Jeon Jungkook is about to make you,

“Cum. I’m gonna cum.”

He goes deeper, harder – almost as if he’d saved the best for last as the push and pull of his fingers send flutters down your lower tummy before they turn into a whole explosion as the moan that’s sitting at the tip of your tongue comes out as a scream.

You cum around his fingers for what feels like way more seconds than you’d ever cum before. Thighs closing around his forearm, body shaking and glistening in sweat. Your juices so slick it begins to feel uncomfortable as you start coming down from your high as he pulls his fingers out of you.

“Holy- shit. What the fuck.”

Jungkook just stares at you – fully taken aback by probably one of the hottest things he’s ever seen in his entire life. All at his expense.

You’re spent. Knees trembling and hands a bit shaky and clammy as you remove your jacket and grab your forgotten bottle of Gatorade to try to restore the hydration in your body. You feel the way he gently fixes your panties, covering you up. It makes your heart seize inside your chest and you don’t only feel sober but also aware. Very aware. More aware than you’ve probably felt in your life, though you can’t quite put a finger on it.

Whatever it is, you push it to the side.

With dangerously trembling legs, you jump from where you sit on the washing machine, taking Jungkook aback as he takes a step backwards. Grabbing your phone, you turn to him, smiling – your eyes back to unreadable, nonchalant.

“That was good.” You say, almost as if you were referring to anything but the fact that he just fingered you inside a shoe box sized laundry room despite barely having exchanged any words and being pretty sure you hated him. He’s painfully hard and can’t think straight so when he doesn’t respond you give him a tight-lipped smile, lazily waving your hand at him before you say, “bye!”

And just like that, you’re gone.

Scratch that, he is pretty sure you hate him.

So, what the fuck just happened?

~

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to build a home | chapter one

pairing: Jungkook x reader. ceo!jk + dilf!jk x nanny!oc

genre: strangers to lovers. angst. loads of plot. eventual smut

word count: 6.8k (y’all need context okay)

warnings: oof. oof. buckle up. angst, loads of angst! (im sorry), touches on subjects such as: depression (hints), postpartum depression, abandonment, mild prescription medication talk, loads of jk crying :(, loads of crying baby :(, swearing

author’s note: hi! this is a very self-indulgent storyline that sort of came to me and I just had to put thought into paper. well, I ended up really liking the plot and my mind started going places and now it’s all I can think about. i do have to say it’s going to be a bit of a slow burn but! not like this chapter though – this chapter had to be informative to set the context. my mans jk did not suffer for nothing! i hope cute baby / loving dad jk made up for all the angst in this! also! It’s gonna get sexy, ~sexy so just u wait! also! I don’t have a set schedule but this story is coming to me in heavy bursts of inspiration so I might be whipping chapters left and right (cross ur fingers). also! (the last one, promise) I hate Ira too :)

This is a work of fiction. Please respect the members and their privacy. x

Chapter One

The digital clock on the console of his car marks six thirty pm on the dot. It makes Jungkook’s gaze shift to the sky – a synchronicity so perfect the sun begins to set right upon his eyes. Spring is easing into Summer and he can’t wait for the longer days and shorter nights the hot season bestows.

“We need one last look-over the contracts to finalize. I think the visit this weekend will finally see us wrapping this up. And then inauguration one month from now.” Seokjin’s voice fills the enclosed space of Jungkook’s car, a slight echo to his voice coming from the speakers.

“Sounds good, hyung. Good work.” He tells his cousin, right hand and the COO of his company.

“Hey, is Ira coming this weekend?” He asks. His question leaves Jungkook wondering. He assumes she will.

“Haven’t discussed it yet, could be good for her though. We can make a getaway of it.” He replies, head already swimming with ideas of how refreshing a family trip could be for the three of them.

“Alright, kid. Send my love.” Seokjin says, making him let out a light chuckle, before the line goes silent.

In the road ahead, the sun resumes its steady descend. His home comes to view at the very end of the street, the colours of the sky dancing against the sleek white walls. It’s been a long day and he’s tired. Now more than ever, with the inauguration of the new addition to his chain of hotels nearing, he craves the grounding feeling of being home – two familiar faces awaiting. One full of unconditional love.

He parks his cls next to hers, the sleek white shade contrasting against his black one. Grabbing his phone and keys from the cup holder, he exits the car, climbing the steps to his front door and inserting the code that unlocks it.

Home. He takes pride in the need he holds for it, how much he craves it, how much he wants to be the backbone of the one he built. The idea of family gets morphed when you’re brought into an immeasurable amount of wealth. His parents, although good intentioned, lacked the warmth he so badly wants to install in his own roots.

He wants his daughter to grow up in a house that doesn’t look like a showroom, a distinctive smell swarming its spaces, one she’ll hold in the back of her memory until she has kids of her own. Home, never lacking the coziness a touch of love can bring a space, no matter how vast. He wants her mother to be half of that love, more than anything. Because he wants that love for her, more than anything.

He heads upstairs, the house eerily quiet. It’s two hours to bed time and he assumes Ira is winding Soori down for the night.

He reaches the top of the stairs and begins walking down the long corridor, passing a room, then two, until he finally reaches Soori’s nursery. The door is wide open and as he steps in, he sees Ira standing in front of her crib, back to him, almost hovering. He sees Soori fast asleep, blanket covering her tiny body, pacifier moving gently to the in and out of her suckling, a tight grip on her favorite giraffe plushie on her chubby baby fist.

“Hey, beautiful.” He says to Ira, though she doesn’t move from the place he found her in. “Why is she asleep so early? Fun day?” He asks, voice filled with hope. He pictures the two of them by the warm sun, basking in the easiness of the season. They’ve been introducing Soori to the water – the idea of the two of them splashing in the big pool pulling his lips upwards in a soft smile.

It doesn’t linger, the smile. Ira turns around, a sombre look to her face, unable to hold his gaze for more than a second as she redirects her eyes to the floor.

“Jungkook…,” She begins, voice barely a whisper, but ever so stern.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asks, approaching her, instinctively resting his hands on her arms before they come up as she holds herself, bracing her front.

“I booked a job. In New York.” She says, eyes finally meeting his.

“Ahh! That’s great! That’s amazing, Ira.” Jungkook says, pulling her into a hug she doesn’t return. He knows how badly she’s been craving this. A breakthrough, a taste of independence – the power of knowing she could hold all titles whilst still being mom. “We can make a trip of it! We could all go.” He muses, excitement lacing his voice as he pulls away, eyes scanning for hers.

“It’s this weekend-” She begins, but his words bring hers to a halt.

“Ah, I have that business trip but hey, you take the plane, alright?” Jungkook knows how much Ira hates flying. Long haul flights doing a thing to her nerves that require a dose or two of her therapist’s strongest prescription drug. This all comes ironically, considering her title – It girl, world-renowned model, Ira Sommersmith.

“No, Jungkook. No.” She says, arms coming to rest at her sides, pushing his hold on them away as she takes one step back, creating distance between them. The action is loud to Jungkook, the emotional space between them being too much to bear for his heart and her actions breaking it all over again.

“Bab-” He stops himself, the pet name fresh on his tongue, remembering how she’s come to despise it as Jungkook began adapting it to Soori, too. “Ira.” He says, his voice a plead, a prayer. He doesn’t know what the prayer entails but he’ll start mentally chanting it, bracing himself for impact.

“I’m leaving, Jungkook. I need to- I need to go. For good.” Her voice lacks hesitation, no pause. He simply stares at her, dumbfounded, numb to the effect his body is taking, cold sweats breaking through him. “I’m sorry. This is- you play this role too well, Jungkook. I just can’t seem to follow the script.”

“It’s not a role.” Jungkook says, voice a whisper that makes his words hard to grasp to Ira, but she knows what he said. She knows he would say that. She takes him in, takes one last long look at his face before it breaks her. She’s not scared of backing down from her plan, she’s scared of seeing his eyes full of heart look into hers, a lack thereof.

And she can accept it. She can wholeheartedly confess she doesn’t have the heart it takes to become selfless, to give into the three that makes the whole – Jungkook’s line that he’s adapted to bring hope into the immense cloud of blue that fell upon her when it all became too real. When the idea of three became a reality one morning after he’d gone to work and she stared at the mirror, a bump bulging at the center of her otherwise lean physique. Her first thought wasn’t that of excitement but of confusion. It felt foreign and it took her aback so frantically she found herself calling her OB/GYN, voice shaky as she repeated, “it came out of nowhere, I just- I wasn’t showing yesterday…” Her panic was received by a faint laugh on the other line, reassuring her pregnancy had no fixed agenda and that her “little one” had decided to make him or herself known. She waited for the doctor’s words to hit, for the excitement to follow, but it didn’t. What truly broke her came next as the doctor took her silence for something else and ended her discourse with a, “surprise, mama!”

Ira brought her phone down, staring at the screen before abruptly hanging up. She’d hope the doctor would blame it on poor connection.

She went about her day in autopilot, waiting. Waiting for the new curvature her body was taking on to simply be an add on in the sea of hopes that her pregnancy had brought until that very morning. But it never came. It never came, and the tears that would stream down her face late at night when the world slept and the darkness accepted her thoughts as they came, weren’t due to the impatience of her heart longing to love the life she was forming inside of her. They came out of fear it would.

Ira’s heart wasn’t fragile. Quite the opposite – it lacked the fragility it requires to love unconditionally.

When Soori came into the world, she made her entrance kicking and screaming. Ira understood; the overwhelm of the space was getting to her, too. At least on that they could agree. Her wails filled the room and muffled her hearing, everything in slow motion as shock set upon her. The pain between her legs from delivering her minutes prior subsided as numbness took over. She could hear her cries nearing and she finally came out of her trance the moment the nurse placed Soori on top of her chest. She looked down at her, arms coming up to hold her tiny frame in place. And when she did, dense silence filled the room as she found comfort in her mother’s arms and her cries came to a rest, opening her eyes for the first time. Ira looked down once again and understood the meaning of unconditional love. Soori was warm against her and that’s when she knew she’d never be able to reciprocate said love. Cold shivers ran down every corner of her body, settling into her heart. She understood it, but she couldn’t feel it.

“I’m sorry,” she says again, “I tried.” The last words fade away as she turns around, taking one last look at her daughter, a part of her tries again, focusing on the heartstrings of her soul, waiting for the pull. Nothing comes and she closes her eyes, breathing in, knowing that'd be the last time she'd take in her daughter. She turns around, looking at Jungkook for a split second. He’s frozen in place, gaze lost, fixated on the pastel pink wall in front of him, unable to look at her. “Goodbye, Jungkook. You-,” she can’t tell if he’s listening but she finishes anyway, “you were good to me. Okay? You-,” she needs to get out of there, now. “Goodbye.” And with that, she leaves. Past the door of the nursery, not a beat behind, without second guessing. She leaves and doesn’t turn back to witness Jungkook’s world coming to a slow, quiet shatter. The sort of silence that settles into your bones uncomfortably.

His world stops and, in the numbness, he becomes hyperaware of his senses. He doesn’t miss her steps down the corridor and back, the sound of wheels against the floor distinct this time, down the stairs and finally, he hears the front door close.

Soori stirs behind him, a faint whine leaving her mouth as she begins to wake up.

~

Jungkook’s legs feel heavy, glued to the floor, and his eyes haven’t left that spot on the wall they fixated in when he realized that watching Ira leave would make it all that more painful. And so, he stands there, mind empty yet hazy with incoherent thoughts he can’t puzzle together. An ominous cloud fills the space as the sun finally sets and the room goes dark around him. For a minute, Jungkook basks in a thought surprisingly comforting: the worst thing has already happened. It takes him in and cradles him as he goes with that narrative.

It doesn’t last long. Soori’s cries from behind him sound distant, faint, for the briefest of seconds before they fully snap Jungkook out of his trance. His baby. He turns around and sees her little figure propped up against the bars of her crib, looking up at him, pacifier hanging from the string that attaches it to her sleeping gown. Her eyes are red and glassy with tears and he wonders for how long she’s been crying.

“Hey, hey…,” his voice is gentle, a soft coo as he reaches for Soori, flushing his chest to hers once he has her in his arms. His free hand coming up to cradle her head as he softly sways back and forth, “it’s okay, baby. I’m here… I’m here.”

Her crying comes to a halt but she fusses in his arms, little whines escaping her mouth as Jungkook settles into the rhythm he knows she finds soothing. It’s then that it dawns upon him – his brief encounter with comfort was a lie his brain told his heart. Delusion a form of survival. His hold on Soori’s head tightens a bit, almost as if to ease the impact his thoughts might have on her. The worst is yet to come. His tears fall freely now, fear and uncertainty tugging at his chest in a way that takes him aback with how physically painful it is. His hands shake and his legs feel weak, like they won’t be able to hold him, or the burden that settles through him for much longer.

He gives in before they give out, slowly lowering his legs as they cross until he can finally feel the soft fabric of the carpet underneath him. Soori’s tears release yet again the moment the swaying stops, the new position on the floor in her father’s arms making her even more restless. He holds her, whispering a string of sorry, sorry, sorry against her ear as he brings her soft cheek flush to his until their tears form an even stream of droplets falling down their faces, settling uncomfortably on their necks.

He loses track of time and he can feel, ever so distinctively, as his spirit weakens by the minute. Mind still in that haze that makes it hard to distinguish between an empty mind and a racing one. He can’t find the words and as soon as his worries fixate on one thing in particular, he swerves around it. Not really letting his brain linger on just one to nit-pick, instead preferring the overwhelm of them all combined, thrown at him together. He rather not know what exactly scares him the most about this situation.

Usually enticed by challenge, this one finds him unwilling. He wants nothing more than to lower his whole body to the floor, hold his baby and close his heavy lids until he falls into a deep slumber. But he knows he can’t. Soori can’t stay still. Soori crawls. Soori is small but mighty and it would take her a matter of minutes to find her way to the stairs. Soori’s cries bounce on the walls, getting louder and louder. He wonders if she had her night bottle. Soori nibbles on her hand the way she’s come to do as she teethes, face scrunched up in discomfort. Soori needs him.

Soori came into the world kicking and screaming and with a healthy shade of pink adorning her tiny body that finally made Jungkook release the breath he’d been holding from the moment he could see her head from his position next to Ira as he held her hand. His first thought was how small she was, he couldn’t shake the fear of having her in his arms, wondering if she’d fit just right. Her cries restored something inside of him he’d long lost when he was very young and the harshness of the world tumbled down upon him, stripping him of an innocence he knew he’d want his daughter to carry for as long as she could. The overwhelm in his heart when he cut her umbilical chord was the sweetest he’d experience; and when she was finally placed in her mother’s chest and he could allow the world to slow down around him to take in his daughter for the first time, he made an unspoken vow. Love would always be stronger. Hope would always prevail. As long as she needed him, those two would be the root of his every action. Strength found its way to a corner of his heart that was growing by the second the more he stared at Soori. He’d take on the bravery of the world so as to make hers softer. And he’d love her in all of his lives.

He gets up, body feeling lethargic but adjusting his grip on his daughter’s body, putting his whole consciousness there. He doesn’t trust his limbs.

“Are you hungry, baby?” He asks her. It’s rhetoric, for various reasons. “Yeah, you are.” He says, even though he’s not sure. He begins the trip towards the kitchen, forcing a mental strain to go about his every step. To wrap around his every thought. To figure out where to go from here.

He reaches the bottom of the stairs, stopping by the living room first to lay her gently on the couch before removing her sleeping gown, setting her free from the restraints and letting her legs kick at him. Her demeanour changed and when he stares into her eyes, slightly envious of how her tears have seemed to dry, she smiles at him. It’s a wide grin that flashes him her two little bottom teeth that are beginning to come through and his heart melts at the sight. His heart hurts but she nurses the wound slowly and he can’t help but smile back at her. It takes him aback at times – how in nine short months he’s come to grow so enamoured with this fun-sized version of a human that demands so much time, attention and energy from him. But it’s moments like these, when she shines light into his dark corners with just a smile, that he understands. She holds more power in her two peeking bottom teeth than half of the things Jungkook thought gave him purpose nine months ago when she made her entrance into the world. Kicking and screaming and pink.

He cradles her in his arms once again as he stands up and positions her to rest at his waist. She instinctively grabs his ear – another one of the habits she’d picked up recently. Jungkook likes knowing he’s able to soothe her, almost mindlessly. Something catches his eye and he recognizes it immediately. Ira’s phone, resting on top of the coffee table. He leans, tapping the screen until it flashes back at him. Her wallpaper is a picture of her and Jungkook, taken three years prior, at the beginning of their relationship. Their happy faces stare back at him – mocking him. He scoffs. Nothing’s funny but he’s laughing because he can’t allow himself a fit of anger right now. And crying sounds too exhausting, his eyes too tired.

It hits him again, not that he needed much confirmation. It hits him that she’s not looking back. It hits him that she left with every intention to not spare them a second glance. It hit him that wherever she is, their realities are so different now. The moment she walked out that door she left nothing and everything that mattered behind. She freed herself from her role and walked steadily into the direction of whatever she deems as freedom. Ira was never one to ease into things. It used to be something that excited him. He looked at her and at times his brain painted flames of fiery orange seeping through her. Bold, confident – fearless.

He stands in front of the kitchen counter, one handing the process of making Soori’s bottle. Eyes lost, not really following the formula as it goes inside the bottle, the water – its temperature. Too hot? No, too cold. He puts it inside the bottle warmer, pushes the button and waits. He asks himself if he’s surprised or just heart broken. Mentally, he shakes the Jungkook from two hours ago and asks him, “did you not see it coming? Were you trying or were you lying to yourself?” The conclusion he draws feels like not enough. He saw it coming, yes. For over a year now he’s felt like the path he’s been walking went from eggshells to shattered glass – unavoidable, painful, way too fucking loud. So, he knew. He knew his feet would give out. He knew she was going to cut through all of him one day. Yet as much knowledge as he held when it came to his situation, he could’ve never seen this coming. He’d imagine their impending doom hitting him in the face eventually. They weren’t married, she could just leave at any moment. She could leave him at any moment. He’d set her free and he’d still give Soori a home, doubled in love to make up for her parent’s distance and the back and forth she’d have to endure. He would’ve tried. More couple’s therapy, individual counselling, all the help he could muster to get from friends and family. Trips to bond, trips to escape. He did all that and he would’ve done more. Because he loved her. He loves her.

He’s not sure when their love became mechanical, a form of habit. Disappointment tends to do that to people, he reckons. But he still did love her and he tried. Not just because of Soori but because of Ira, too. And because of them. Not the three, but the two they used to be. The same two that rest on top of his coffee table, trapped inside a memory forever, unaware of the future ahead but so hopeful. He loved the love they had and so for that reason, he loved her.

The bottle warmer beeps and he takes it out of the sleek looking machine. Soori bounces in his hold, excited. “Come on, missy. Let’s have dinner.” He tells her and she throws some unintelligible baby noises at him.

He heads back to the living room and sits them down on the couch. He props Soori against a pillow and feeds her the bottle. What are we going to do, he thinks, but brushes the thought away. This weight falls on his shoulders and he makes yet another unspoken vow as he stares down at her. He promises her a soft impact, painless whenever it can. He promises to hold her and coax her through it, to ease the burden and to explain with lullabies when the time is right. He stares at her until her eyes flutter, beginning a sleepy dance as she fights to stay awake, holding her feet in her small hands. A silent tear falls down his eyes and that’s the last sight, slightly blurry because of her long eyelashes, between her heavy lids before she falls into a peaceful slumber.

~

He paces around the living room. He paces the way he does when ideas are brewing inside his head at work – new locations, new investors, new partnerships. Ideas, ideas, ideas. He’s good at coming up with them. He’s good at quick solutions to whatever problem might arise – it’s what made his father ease so effortlessly into an early retirement after teaching Jungkook the ins and outs of the so-called empire he now calls his.

Soori sleeps on the couch. The pillow she’d been propped up in now besides her, building a barrier between her body and the soft cushions. He knows she’d be off better in her crib but the idea terrified him, made him feel alone.

Ideas, ideas, ideas yet he can’t come up with a single one. A part of him tells him there’s not much left to do. It tells him that it’s been done. That it’s time to move on with his life, with their lives. But the mere idea of taking the leap – of moving on, finds him scared, confused and shatters him more and more. It also reminds him of the way she so casually walked out, like it didn’t matter. She set flame to the fire and didn’t even linger around long enough to watch it burn. It angers him, her carelessness. He’s not like that, never has been, and he’s not going to start now. He knows forcing himself to move on will only repercuss in him breaking even further in the long run. So, his first idea is to face the reality. But he can’t right now, he feels too alone, too small. He has to push his heroic persona aside and admit defeat. And so he does.

His second idea finds him seeking comfort. He can’t be comfort to Soori if he’s just breaking. He knows he’s going to break; he knows this is just the beginning, but he needs there to be more to it. He retrieves his phone from his back pocket, inhaling loudly as he unlocks it. He needs a friend. He has a couple, another thing he takes pride in, but he knows this situation is way too sensitive. He thinks of Seokjin, his contact the most recent call on his phone, but he quickly diverts. Suelgi, his wife, had grown rather fond of Ira and in a way, she’d become her confidant amidst the whirlwind that was motherhood. He doesn’t feel like delivering news that will require him comforting someone else to that extent – he can barely comfort himself, let alone his friend.

His eyes find Taehyung’s name on the screen, also a recent contact on his call history. Yes, good – this is good. Taehyung is good. Him and Mai have been a constant in Jungkook’s life for as long as he can remember. He’s seen them go from high school sweethearts to a painful college breakup that luckily ended up in them finding their way back to each other. It took Taehyung approximately 37 days to ask her to marry him. He’d never seen two people sport a last name with more pride – The Kims. Nowadays they also go by mom and dad. They’re Soori’s godparents and Jungkook’s best friends. He taps on his contact and the first ring against his ear sounds obnoxiously loud. His head pounds against his skull.

“Yo, you’re on speaker phone!” Taehyung’s voice, enthusiastic as always, fills the speakers. Jungkook stays quiet.

“Ggukie, we were just about to call you!” It’s Mai’s voice on the phone now. “Dae is down for the night and we just popped open that bottle of Don Julio 1942 Tae got after the inauguration of the gallery. He had an early mid-life crisis after Monsters Inc had him shedding tears before bedtime.” Jungkook can hear Taehyung’s gasp of offense at his wife’s confession somewhere in the background. He’s unable to make a sound as Mai continues. “He’s insisting we do something crazy to ‘feel young again’ so shots on a Wednesday it is!” she mocks.

“I…,” Jungkook begins – but where does he even start?

Taehyung grabs the phone from Mai, “come on, tell Irie. Soo can sleep in Dae’s old bassinet.”

“Ira’s gone.” He blurts out. It’s abrupt and probably not the best way to break the news but the pet name breaks him and he doesn’t think he can stay in their bliss for a second longer.

“Gone where?” Taehyung asks innocently and even though his question makes Jungkook’s temple throb in pain he doesn’t pin it against him.

But silence is all he can offer.

“Oh…,” Mai starts – intuitive as ever. Her voice is soft, and already Jungkook releases a bit of tension in his shoulders, knowing she understood. “Oh, Gguk…”

“I just-”

“Come over, Gguk. Or we can go – as you wish. Just say the words.” Mai comforts.

“No, I’ll go. I need to get out of here.” And those are the surest words that leave his mouth that night.

~

He’s gentle with Soori as he straps her into her car seat. She’s a heavy sleeper, just like him, but he still holds his breath as he settles her down and gets her ready for the road. He double checks the diaper bag and when everything ticks off his mental list he heads for the driver’s seat.

Soori sleeps and he tries to focus on the road and just the road. No music on the stereo. Just full focus on what he can see from his windshield as he takes turns on the wide streets of his neighbourhood and mental turns in his head, swerving all the painful thoughts away.

The quiet lasts maybe a total of three minutes before Soori’s wide awake and back to inconsolable crying. She’s not a whiny baby – her demeanour often praised for being so peaceful, big eyes taking in the world around her as she graces it with her softness. But she’s been in and out of sleep, out of schedule, and Jungkook knows she misses Ira.

Because when Ira said she tried, she wasn’t lying. She tried, she did. She breastfed until it was physically painful. She did the exhausting night feeds right alongside Jungkook and then what felt like ten years with no rest as Soori was sleep training. She gave her baths, took her to Thursday brunch with her friends, read her books before bedtime. When they took weekend trips to get away from routine, Ira got this aura about her – something bordering on happiness that she carried so effortlessly. It would leave Jungkook hopeful – but his hopes would crash the moment they settled back home. Her therapists’ suggestions for bonding with Soori all made sense to Ira. In fact, they were so good she almost believed them. Sometimes they would have long days in the sun, fun family gatherings where the affection Jungkook’s parents would give Soori would fill her with something that almost felt like pride. They would sit in the grass of their big garden and watch her play with his family dog and a glimpse of hope would knock on the closed doors of her heart. Those days felt so good, but the sun eventually set and the air would feel sombre again as they drove back to their house. Totheir lives. Deep within, Ira wished she could enjoy the day without having to take it back home with her.

The love Ira gave Soori was also mechanical. But Soori didn’t know better – all she saw was love. And warmth. And the smell of her mom’s clothes as she rocked her to sleep. The sound of her voice as she begged her to, ‘please be good. Please don’t cry. I can’t take it anymore,’ when Jungkook would leave and she’d have a whole day ahead of a life that felt like a chore. All Soori heard was lullabies because she doesn’t know better.

“We’re almost there, baby. Shh, Soo. You’re alright, pretty girl.” He says, but he doesn’t think she can hear him with how loudly she’s crying.

Soori misses her mom.

Jungkook cries, too. And, taking advantage of her high-pitched mewls that fill the confined space, he sobs too.

~

Jungkook parks behind Taehyung’s car in their driveway. He grips the steering wheel, afraid the moment his friends take them in it will all become too real. He sits there – Soori’s cries less sporadic this time, almost like she gave up on getting her father’s attention. He opens his door, welcoming the soft breeze inside his car for a brief moment before he’s closing it and heading towards the backseat.

Mai had been standing next to her window for the past fifteen minutes. Heir brain had been running around in circles, wondering how exactly things escalated, how they got to this point. She fears for her friend’s sanity, knowing Jungkook had been walking a thin line for as long as her memory remembers her very own excitement over Soori’s prompt arrival.

She sees his car drive in front of her house, taking a swift turn until he’s finally parked in her driveway. She can’t see much but she can paint a mental picture of Jungkook just sitting there, lost – an expression she’s seen him adapt more and more lately. She perks up at the sight of him but her face falls into a frown the minute she sees him walk back to the backseat.

“What-?” she whispers to herself. “Tae, Gguk is here. With… Soori,” she says, watching her little head come out of the backseat of his car.

“Soori?” Taehyung asks, confusion lacing his voice, a frown adorning his face.

Mai walks quickly to the front door, opening it before Jungkook reaches it. His eyes meet hers and he sighs. He notices her eyes fixated on Soori, who’s own are red and swollen from crying, whimpers still leaving her lips. Her breath is erratic and Jungkook feels her little body jolt as she begins to let out another cry. Mai’s confused expression lets Jungkook know that of course, his friends were expecting Ira to leave him. They were expecting Soori to leave him, too, by pure default. That’s just how the narrative usually unfolds, doesn’t it?

But the narrative isn’t catering to Jungkook’s best interests. Their narrative is far from what you would consider normal.

“Come in, Gguk. What-,” she begins, but opts not to bombard him with the hard questions right away. “Come in.”

Taehyung immediately reaches for Soori who falls into his arms seamlessly. “Hey, princess. Hey, you’re alright Soori girl. Come here.” He coos and she begins to soften at his voice, “that’s a big girl. Stop growing up.” He tells her, his last request a whisper, as he brings her cheek to his, holding her in embrace – comforting her.

Jungkook steps inside their home, its warmth embracing him immediately and he’s glad he came here.

Taehyung and Mai got an unexpected influx of money before Dae was born. The gallery they’d been running attracting a different sort of crowd all of a sudden. The curiosity and modernity of the curation they’d put their hearts and souls (and savings) into attracting a crowd of curious yet wealthy collectors, investors and sole lovers of the craft. One turned into two galleries, then three and now recently, four. They amount their success to the faith of the people, the artists and the consumers and the ones that were simply driven by the passion for it. Mai was seven months pregnant when they upgraded from their small one-bedroom apartment to their four-bedroom, white picket fenced home. The very first materialization of that first taste of big-time money.

The first words she let out when she stepped inside were, “I can’t wait for toys to litter these shiny floors.” And litter them they did, giving it a feel of family Jungkook admired and promised himself his own wouldn’t lack. Ira hated clutter though.

“Let’s sit down, okay?” Mai says calmly, holding onto his arm. His steps are a bit hesitant and wobbly – if she didn’t know better, she’d think he was drunk.

“Okay.” He returns.

Taehyung follows behind him, a quiet Soori nuzzled against his shoulder, breath fanning the crook of his neck that grows steadier within the second. Now more than ever, Jungkook is grateful for the soothing effect he has on her.

He sits down, Mai occupying the spot besides him. Taehyung stays positioned on his feet before them, gently swaying Soori from side to side as her body grows limp, temping sleep.

His head comes forward, gaze fixated on his shoes. He breaks. “She left us. She just… left. Said she’d booked a job in New York. I thought she’d be gone for a week at most. But then she said she’d be gone for good. She,” his words get stuck in his throat, pain unleashing inside of him all over again at the fresh memories, “said she tried. Took one last look at Soori and then just… left.”

As soon as his recollection of the story comes to an end, he realizes just how short it was. His life came to an abrupt stop and then took a 180 degree turn in the span of what Jungkook deems to have been five minutes.

He never wants to utter the words she said again.

He’s crying and Taehyung wants nothing more than to hold him, let him know that it will all be okay. But he’s finding it hard to believe it himself, so he leaves the words of comfort to Mai. His arms instinctively wrap tighter around Soori – heart breaking at the realization she’d been abandoned, too.

“Come here,” Mai says, wrapping her arm around him and letting him cry, head against her shoulder, his own shaking as silent tears spill from his eyes.

“Do you think she’ll come back, Gguk?” Taehyung asks, even though he knows the answer. He’s always found it easier to console after knowing the facts, not believing in the whole ignorance is bliss bullshit.

He shakes his head. His voice is quiet when he says, “No. She left her phone behind, her half of the closet was empty. I’m not even sure it’s New York where she was headed.”

Mai shakes her head in disbelief. Her motherly instincts take on flight or fight mode as she tries to grasp just how someone could do something like that.

“Okay…,” Taehyung begins, sitting down next to him. “Listen to me,” but Jungkook’s gaze is still transfixed to the floor. “Jungkook-ah.”

“Huh?” He says, voice distant, eyes still lost.

“We’ll figure it out. Okay? You and Soori- you’re not alone. We’re here and we’ll figure it out. You’ve got us, the both of you.” Jungkook nods at his friends’ words. Taehyung rests his head on top of his shoulder. He’s grateful for his reassurance, even if he doesn’t fully believe it.

They don’t press on any further, well aware this is not the time to dissect the situation. He lets Mai pull him to his feet. She asks him a couple of questions that he can’t fully follow so he shakes his head at every single one of them. With Soori asleep in Taehyung’s arms, he lets himself disassociate.

He follows Mai up the stairs, Taehyung right behind them. He doesn’t complain when the darkness of their guest bedroom impairs his sight slightly, finding comfort in its density. The feel of the bed against his aching body lulls him into something that almost feels like peace – senses calming down slightly, as if telling him the day has finally come to an end.

Taehyung is detaching Soori from his body, lowering her down towards the bassinet besides the bed. Jungkook jumps from his resting position in the bed, startling Mai who tries holding him back instinctively.

“No. Put her here. She- she needs to sleep with me, she-” His voice is frantic.

“It’s okay, Gguk. Look, she’s here.” Taehyung places her in the bed next to her father who follows the baby’s movement as his own head hits the mattress.

Mai builds a makeshift fort of pillows that surround Soori’s tiny frame, stacking one on top of the other for good measure. She makes a mental note to check up on her throughout the night.

“Baby monitor. Just in case he doesn’t wake up.” Taehyung says, placing one of the devices in the bedside table.

“Tae,” Mai starts but she doesn’t really know where the sentence was going. Shock settles upon her.

“I know.” He says.

“Fuck, Tae. What is he-,” Mai makes sure to hear for Jungkook’s soft snores before she finishes, “Soori’s only nine months old. How could she just leave?”

Taehyung wraps his arm around Mai, bringing her close to his chest as the same fear she’s feeling begins taking over him, too. He shakes his head. “I don’t know, baby. I- we’ll figure something out. It’ll be alright.”

Soori twitches in place, letting out a loud sigh that has Mai sure will be followed by another restless string of sobs. But Jungkook places his hand on her tummy, eyes still closed, gently rocking her as he lets out a soft coo, something so faint they can’t quite make up his words. But his daughter relaxes against his touch, falling back into a peaceful sleep.

Fear plagues him but Taehyung is sure of the words that fall past his lips next.

“They’ll be alright.”

~------------~

i hope you enjoyed! stream butter to mend those hearts if you’re hurting as much as me over this mess! if you liked this I would love to know and to chat all about it – or about whatever u want, i want army friends :) lots of kisses!!!! xxxxxx

idealizations concerning real life relations | jjk (m)

>>pairing:jungkook x reader / fuckboy!jk x hopeless romantic!oc

>>genre:s2l, fwb, smut, angst

>>word count: 40.9k besties i am so sorry

>>warnings: jk is so sweet, but also so evil lmao, oc lives in her little noggin, angsty fwb, drug and alcohol use, tattoos, multiple smut scenes that include: oral (m/f), fingering (f), light face slapping (with hand and cock??), praise, degradation, marking, dirty talk, so many creampies yum, multiple orgasms, kissing :(, cumming in pants :), probably more but i cant think of it, ok other stuff now, manipulation, infidelity, oc thinks jk is made of stars :(, jk thinks she is so pretty :(, misunderstandings, some fluff if you squint, brunette jk, blonde jk, n blue jk,  1 mentions of: howls moving castle, too many mentions of: stars, the color pink

>>notes: bruv i do not have anything to say for myself EXCPET that i worked v hard on her and i really hope u like it <3 beta: @birbdae​ tysm for dealing with this, she is long lmao >>> soundtrack

this is split up by seasons, so if 40k is a lot for one sitting, you can read one season at a time if that is easier :)

>>summary: jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return.

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Are you going to Stay?

(Fuckboy! Jungkook x Reader) (Idol au) (Soulmate Au)

Summary: It’s been a year since he last saw you, and every day he misses you more. It was only a matter of time until he turned up at your door asking for another chance.

Tags: angst with a happy ending, best friends to lovers, Themes of unhealthy coping mechanisms, sexual tension, emotional intimacy, physical intimacy, brief sexual scenes, Jungkook really loves the reader’s thighs, Touch starved Jungkook, Mentions of hookups, talks of love languages, alcohol mention, Jungkook is intoxicated for most of this.

W/c: 6.4k

Song rec: Jk- Still with you 

A/N: there is a lot of time jumps in this where Jungkook is thinking through his memories while drunk, so if it sounds confusing that’s the point. this is really near and dear to my heart- I wrote the bulk of this in one hour after listening to jungkook’s song still with you. it is directly inspired by that song. A lot of the dialogue in this story is based on things that have been said to me or I’ve said to others- so yeah- hope you like this self-indulgent story! 

“Of course I’ll never turn you away- but…do me a favor Jungkook, and don’t come back until you’ve decided what you want from me.”

One year. It’s been a little more than one year since he’s seen you and still- the last words you said to him haunt him as he walks through the rainy streets of Seoul. His fellow strangers on the sidewalk giving him a few weird looks for not having an umbrella.

He pulls up his facemask a little more, the bucket hat soaked through to his hair. The cold rain feels good against the back of his neck- the contact startling. Maybe Jungkook’s just too touch starved to make the right choices right now. Maybe its because he only wants someone to touch him if it’s you.

It didn’t always use to be that way. before he’d met you; he’d regularly needed a more sexual outlet for all his frustration, excess energy, and stress. It was healthy right? To need that? To want a connection without any strings in his line of work. 

Jungkook is a truthful person, and he stays that way by only ever lying to himself.  

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two point five. (m) jjk.

pairing. handyman!jungkook x reader genre. smut word count. 21.3k warnings. jungkook is very charming and very sweet, oral sex, face riding, slight size kink, unprotected sex, lotsa messy kisses, multiple orgasms summary. who would have thought booking a handyman from an app would lead to this. sure, you wish he’d mount you instead of just your television, but you could totally be friends. right? note. this story was born from an ask game (a long time ago im so sorry) so thank you to the angel that gave me the fic title and all you cuties for helping me flesh out our handyman through asks hehe i hope you like the introduction to him™ because i’m sure there will be more of him soon hehe. also thank you to my angel bby loml @kithtaehyung​ for making the most beautiful banner ever ily!!<3

The sound of your power drill fills up the space of your apartment, the whirring coming to a quick stop only for the laughter of your friend to follow. There’s a brief moment where you forget she’s not in the room with you, actually watching you attempt to drill holes into your new apartment instead of in her home in a completely different state. The small ache in your chest is still felt when you remember this, not yet accustomed to being so far from home, but you push it away as you stare down at your device and see her face on the screen propped up a few inches away from you. 

“I don’t think you know what you’re doing,” she laughs, and although you agree you simply wave her off with a smile. 

“I hung up that tiny mirror the other day—oh, and that shelf!” You point to the side, staring at the shelf you had placed near the kitchen. Sure it was a little crooked, and you’re not exactly sure how much weight you could get away with placing on it, but it was only meant for cute decorations so really, you didn’t do a bad job. 

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