AFTER PARTY || JJK

AFTER PARTY || JJK

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ღ Pairing: popular boy! Jungkook x f!reader

ღ Summary: You unexpectedly run into Jeon Jungkook, someone you were once close to but now have a strained relationship with, at a party you were convinced to attend. The encounter is initially awkward but surprisingly heartening as you and Jungkook reconnect, even though deep down, you both know that things are still complicated between you. Will you change things now ?

ღ Genre/warnings: Friends/acquaintances to lovers au?, college au, party pool au, angst, fluff, smut (explicit contents : making out, fingering, protected sex, riding), mentions of alcohol.

Italicized paragraph are past events

ღ Words count: 17,295

ღ Author's note: Okayyy it's finally heeeeree !! My first fic ever !! It came out longer than I expected lol and well I don't know what to expect to this one but I am excited to see what you guys would think. So I would very much appreciate it if you reblog, like, comment and even send me asks 🫶🏻

Please note that it's my first fic, so my writing skills are not perfect but if you can tell me your thoughts about this, it will be helpful for improvement :)

Also note that characters are only fictional so are the scenes, in no case what's happening is this fic is reality.

The story is edited but if there are mistakes, i am sorry.

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"You know that i don't like this kind of party" face-timing with your best friend on the phone, she is convincing you to go to a stupid pool party that is held by the popular girl at college.

"YN please, we will have so much fun" Yebin, your best friend is now whining and pleading you with her puppy eyes. You cringe at this side of her, it’s not in her nature to act cute and wherever she does this, it makes you two laugh. You just reply to her with an eye roll, when there is a party or something she always informs you but she rarely tries to make you go there. So you don't know what got into her head right now. 

"You rarely go to a party so this time you should go with me and beside my cousin will surely be there" mentioning her cousin you turned your head to look at her through the phone and all you could see was Yebin with a smirk decorating her lips. What the heck? Seconds ago she was acting cute and all, now she is testing me or what? “What with that expression, you know it’s the past now” “girl, you always say that” she says with a sigh. Let it be, tired to explain myself over and over again. You said to yourself.

“YN come on…” You got lost in your thoughts as she continued to talk about everything that you guys can do there as if you didn't know what a party is. You wonder how she can talk so much? Ugh you hate to be someone that is so easy to persuade. Besides, it’s been a long time since you had some fun, so going there, nothing bad could happen. You sigh "Okay fine then, when will the party start?" you say while covering your ears as you know she will scream "Great !!" She was totally yelling and dancing to celebrate your agreement. You chuckle at her reaction.

"It starts at 7pm" I watch the clock which indicates 5pm, You still have 2 hours to get ready. "Hey, what do you think about this swimsuit?" you turn your head to her from the clock, she shows you two pieces swimsuits with marble print on it, the one she brought when you two were at the mall last week.

Hours went like that with you trying some outfits. Yebin informs you she will pick you up in 30 minutes. 

Hearing the doorbell, you check if you have everything as your purse, your phone and go into the hallway that takes you to the front door to open it to your bestie. “Hii girl !” letting go of the hug you check yet again your outfit for tonight with your huge mirror just beside the door. You wear a simple yet beautiful black satin draped dress with some sparks all over it and an open back that shows your curves very well. You wanted to dress prettily but also wanted to keep it simple and to not be exaggerated. This is a pool party so you know that the dress you are wearing is not the main outfit. “Okay let’s go” locking the door of your apartment, you and Yebin step into the hall to make it to the elevator. 

"Somethin’ about him is made for somebody like me, baby, come over, come over" singing along with your playlist being played in Yebin's car. Whenever you are not driving you always end up singing and vibing to any songs that can be played. It's how you are, meanwhile Yebin is also vibing to this song 'the boy is mine' but is still cautious about the road as she drives to the party. 

You've known your best friend since the last year of high school and now you are in the second year of college. Well, in fact you don't know her for so long but you guys got along so well since the day she went to you to work on a project together 3 years ago. It’s like a feeling to have a soulmate friend. 

She is totally different from you in a lot of aspects, she is extremely extrovert, always smiling even when she has bad days or a heartbreak ah no scratch that. The day she got a heartbreak was as difficult for her as you. You didn’t recognize her at all as she wasn’t herself, the girl that always says ‘girls like me don’t cry’. Her being so sociable with people in college, she can be friends with everyone, for you, she can be that popular girl in your college. On the other hand, you are introverted, not at a level of being very shy with people around you but you are the type of person to not approach someone if you don’t have to. In short you don’t really try to make new friends you just go with the flow if we can say that. But, when someone gets to know you, you are a person that can give good company too. It's not like you are a boring person, you become pretty comfortable with people you think you can trust.

“We’re here” she parks her car in the parking lot that is beside the house where the party is held which is filled with other cars that you guess are of people in the party as well. Opening the car door you get out of the car at the same time as Yebin. She locks the car with her keys and walks towards you to lock her arms with yours. As you approach the entrance of the house, you see people that are walking to join the party as well. You of course don’t recognise everyone but you remember seeing some faces at college as you look at them. Barely entering the garden of the house, you already see people dancing beside the pool, drinking and some people going wild. Seeing that you and Yebin laugh at the same time. 

“You guys are here” turning your head, you see Miyoung, the popular girl with the biggest smile like she always does, smiling back she engulfs you into a hug as she just did to Yebin. Letting go of the hug Miyoung eyes you two from head to toe “You girls are beautiful like I expected” she says as she laughs softly. “What do you mean? We are stunning everyday” Yebin teases her while you can’t help but laugh “I know I know” Miyoung laughs “but it’s just so rare to see YN in a party and we barely see each other at college that’s why whenever I have the opportunity I compliment you” she says softly but yell a little as the music is blasting a bit too loud. 

“Oh so you weren’t complimenting me ouch that’s hurt” your best friend yells a little too loud that made you and Yebin laugh "I said girls with a 's'" she says still laughing. "You guys can have a drink by the bar, we will catch up later" Miyoung says with a blowing kiss which you and Yebin return too, she probably will welcome the guests that were invited tonight.

Miyoung happens to be a close friend to you and Yebin too. She is not the kind of popular girl who is full of herself and being rude to everyone with her minions. No, she is someone that is very inspiring, very cheerful and very kind to everyone. You got to know her in your first year of college during a lecture when she happened to sit beside you in the lecture hall and was very friendly to you. 

"So, what should we get ?" Thinking about what drink we could get or try you suddenly realize you didn't have your purse with you "Damn my purse is in the car" you say frustrated by the fact you didn't take the purse with you. Before your best friend can say anything about your purse, a voice is calling you two.

"Yebin, YN" you turn your head in the direction of the voice.

Jimin, one of the best dancers in our college, is approaching you with a cute smile on his face. "Hiii" Yebin chimes enthusiastically while you smile at him in return. "YN, long time no see" he jokes "We just saw each other this morning" you scoff "you're referring to seeing me at a party am I right?" He winks that give you the response that you were absolutely right, you roll your eyes at him. He is sweet but can be so annoying with all his teasing but you are kind of used to it since you and Jimin know each other from high school. 

"Yebin I need to get my purse" you said while she gives you her car keys "Here" before you could head to the parking lot, Jimin gripped your right arm to prevent you to walk away "You are going home already" he says with a smirk you know he was teasing you again and that he heard what you said so you replied sarcastically "Yes because I can't stand your ass" you returns with a smirk. You hear your best friend murmuring something like she is so done with the bickering of you and Jimin before she says "Meet me at the bar when you come back 'kay?" Nodding your head you quickly return to the car to get your pouch.

Exiting the house and the crowd of people, you are fighting the urge to actually facepalm yourself at this point for forgetting the cute purse you brought with you. Heading to the parking lot, you were approaching the car as you unlocked it with the keys. Opening the passenger's door of the car you quickly grab what you were here for and lock the car again to go back to the house and get something to drink because you are kind of thirsty right now. 

When you turn around to head to the house again you come to a stop when you see a car that was parked not far from where you are standing. But it wasn't the car that made you stop but the owner of it that is getting out of the driver's door. 

The black hair boy Jeon Jungkook, the popular boy of your college and the person you were once close with is in front of you. You wanted to avoid him like you are used to at college but it was too late, he saw you. You still maintain eye contact even when the urge to just walk past him is high. There is always something that wants you to keep your gaze on him and to not break eye contact. Like right now, this moment.

Why are there no more people at this parking lot ? And why it has to be him, you have to see now when you are not even in the party yet. Why did I forget my purse in the car ? You questioned in your head. At this point, you were screaming internally, why these things always happen to you. Seeing him at college is already awkward but less so now as there are people around you when you and him make eye contact there but now the parking lot is empty. It is really awkward, the silence is too loud for your liking. You are someone that likes when it is calm but not this kind of silence. 

He is one of the main reasons why you don't go to parties often for two months. 

You sigh and decide to ignore him and just walk away but before you could make a move you see him approaching you slowly as if to make sure he is doing the right thing and if not, you could possibly run right now. Which will be ridiculous. So you stay where you are, a very little far from Yebin’s car as you break eye contact and stare at the moon that was shining just above you two instead. You feel your heartbeat accelerate as you hear his big steps with him wearing his big Balenciaga shoes.

And there he is in front of you, looking at you with his beautiful brown doe eyes as you stare back at him. "Hi." He whispered so low that you almost couldn't catch it. You said hi to him back with a little smile to not make things more awkward than it already is.

And here again, silence.  

He still stares at you as if he couldn't believe that you were here in front of his eyes. You think he would not say anything so you cleared your throat "We should head to the party" oh only if you knew how much he missed your voice.

You see Jungkook blinking and suddenly he gives you a small smile "Good to see you here YN" wow for how long didn't you hear him call your name. You ignore how your heart misses a beat when your name comes out of his mouth. Indeed you hummed "Me too".

Hearing you saying that, his eyes widened for a split second makes you want to chuckle but you can't seem to want to be so friendly with him because you are not friends. But you don't want to be cold to him too so your gaze softened a bit "I mean we are maybe not friends anymore but-" he cut you off "You don't have to explain I got it. It's just- it's been so long since we actually talked so I am glad you didn't punch me in the face" he teased to ease the atmosphere that was getting a little too emotional for the both of you. 

Hearing his words make you chuckle "Well I can do that now if you want me to" you took a little step towards him with a teasing smile on your lips. "And I dare you to do that" Jungkook said while taking another step towards you too. 

He sees how your smile dropped a little so he steps back again "Sorry I got carried away" you see how tensed he becomes that makes you shook your head with a gentle smile "Don't be sorry Jungkook, I-" you take a breath and continue "I don't mind when you tease me or when you come close to me just like you just did now." You paused again "Listen, Kook I know what we said that day and because of that we drifted apart and acted like we don't know each other but now I don't want us to be awkward with each other anymore. I want to talk to you like a friend or an acquaintance." 

You confessed about what you were thinking lately about this whole thing with Jungkook. And you are glad you did or glad that he came to you first to say hi. If not, you don't know if you will ever say all the things you just said to him now. 

"It's good to hear you call me by that name again" he says while flashing you his bunny smile. Wait, did you call him Kook without you noticing it? You manage to not blush because of that as he nods and says "It's not too late we can be casual and be friends". You nod at his words and hope that it's the right decision for the both of you even if you and Jungkook deep down know that both of you are lying to yourself. "Okay cool, let's go then." You smile at him as you two walk towards the house side by side. 

You notice how he walks so slowly as if to talk to you more because he knows that once you two will be at the party, it will be difficult to communicate with the loud music that is playing even from where you two are walking. You still hear it here so imagine being in the house.

"Didn't expect to see you at this party though" Jungkook says to you as you turn to him just to see a teasing smile again. You groan "Why is everyone so surprised that I show up at the party ?" He doesn't have to answer because he knows that you have the answer so instead he chuckles and makes you join him too. You feel relieved that Jungkook seems to be himself again with you. Not completely for sure but seeing him laughing and teasing you, it's all that matters now. 

No, you and Jungkook never were in a relationship. He is not your ex. You met him in the first year of college when you two had the same class. You guys didn't talk with each other other than for that project that you worked on with him a year ago. After that project, you two became pretty close and learned so many things about each other. All the study sessions you spent with each other were so much fun that they made you become friends. But going to a frat party together last year didn't end like you expected. That night made things complicated. However, the you and him from last year didn't know what could happen after that.

“You are stunning by the way” you hear Jungkook saying, you wanted to tease him but something is stopping you. Maybe, because of the closeness that is not present anymore. You just gave him a smile while whispering a little loud for him to hear you “Thanks”. 

"Jungkook" stepping into the huge garden of the house, Miyoung is still there to welcome her guest as she calls the name of the person beside you smiling at him. “Hi” Jungkook replies to her with a sweet smile as they hug. You stand to the side awkwardly because well, you should not be here and let alone with Jeon Jungkook. After the hug, Jungkook turns to you but before he could say anything, you inform them “I am going to join Yebin”. You smile a little at them and walk towards the bar. 

Him and Miyoung have been friends since middle school. You knew that when he told you last year. There are close friends and you did not mind that, because friendships between girls and boys totally exist. Maybe some people won’t agree with you about this topic but you don’t think much about it. Looking at the bar where you can see your best friend chatting with her roommate Somi. Yes, Yebin lives at the campus dorm while you wanted to have an apartment for yourself so you didn’t take the option to live in a dorm and to have to share the place with somebody else. You totally prefer to have your own place. 

You often run into Somi whenever you visit Yebin at her dorm, but it’s been a while since you’ve seen her. She went back to her hometown, Daegu, to visit her parents and family. Just like your best friend, Somi is super extroverted and always in a good mood. So, seeing her at a party, especially this one, doesn’t surprise you at all. She loves having fun, both on her own and with others.

As you approach, Somi squeals your name and pulls you into a tight hug. By now, her enthusiasm doesn’t surprise you like it did the first time you met her at the dorm. She’s extremely friendly and hears a lot about you from Yebin, so greeting you with a hug was just natural for her. However, it wasn’t something you expected when Yebin mentioned you’d meet her roommate two months into your first semester. Her hug caught you off guard because you’re not usually like this when meeting someone for the first time. But you don’t have to say anything about it because it’s just a difference in personalities. You actually enjoy having friends like her—they bring a lot of joy to an otherwise boring day.

Breaking the hug, she asked you to twirl yourself so you did with furrowed eyebrows, being confused. “Wow girl, you look so hot” Somi chimes as you laugh at her “I know right” you reply with a little teasing in your voice. Even without all the compliments that you receive, you’ve always been loving yourself and your body. Tonight, you can’t deny the fact that this dress you have on really fits your body and shows your curves beautifully. “You see, it was a great idea to bring her here” you and Somi turn your head towards Yebin as you laugh at her comment and roll your eyes at her. Being here right now, you are actually having fun so you don’t regret coming here after all. Leaning on the counter of the bar in the huge garden, you say your order to the bartender “A mojito strawberry please" smiling a little. You sit on one of the stools beside Yebin while Somi is standing in front of the stools. After some minutes, the bartender gives you the cocktail, you thank him and turn towards the girls. 

"I know right, but like I always don't fucking cry for any man" Somi says with a serious tone as she tells us the story of a guy she met weeks ago at some arcade when they exchanged their numbers but she discovered that he had a girlfriend or something and played with Somi (and his girlfriend too). Disgusting. "Anyways, what about you and Jimin ?" Somi asks your best friend about her current crush, since 2 months ago. "What about it ?" she shrugs "Hmm I don't think I have a chance or something so just let it be." You and Somi see Yebin was glaring at something, more like someone. You look in the direction where your best friend is looking and see Jimin laughing and talking with a girl that you don't seem to know. 

You know Jimin enough to know that he can actually be flirting with this girl. During high school, when you became friends with him, you knew he was such a flirt when it came to women. But with you it is not flirting but more like teasing. And not teasing in a romantic way but more like siblings. You see Jimin as an older brother since then. Even if he is so so annoying, you are glad to have a guy friend that gives you a feeling like having a brother. You being the only child of your parents, having someone that can have the energy of a sibling makes you feel content. 

To be honest, you never talk about Yebin's crush to Jimin, you don't want him to go to your best friend and to flirt with her because it can mess up her mind. You know Jimin is not a player and he is careful enough to not break any girl’s hearts. But you don't want to interfere in this affair. Yebin is always independent when it is about a crush or relationship. And if she wants your help, you are always there for that. But you think since the crush she has on him is still fresh, she doesn't want to make a move yet. 

Still watching Jimin and the girl you see him looking at Yebin and looking away faster than the speed of lighting. Somi sighs "Yebin, when did you want to give up like that? This is not the Yebin I know" hearing that Yebin lowers her gaze. "Somi is right, why don't you make a move, maybe he feels the same too" you told her softly as you put your hand on her shoulder. She turns her head to you and looks at you with big eyes "You think so, how-" you cut her off and explains yourself before she thinks you know something about Jimin's feelings "I don't know if he likes you or not, I didn't talk about you having a crush on him so I really don't know but the way he looks at you sometimes can tell a lot" she nods at your words, she knows you are not someone that will butt into someone's business so she totally got you. Yebin shrugs again and states "Maybe when I am drunk enough tonight to talk to him" Somi shouts "That's our girl" with a big smile on her face that makes you excited too. 

"Let's go over there," you suggest, pointing towards the couch area where a long sofa and several poufs are scattered around. The space isn’t very crowded—only three people occupy the couch—so you decide it’s a good spot to relax. You sigh contentedly as your body sinks into the beige pear-shaped pouf, while Yebin settles onto the couch and Somi claims the pouf to your left.

Just as you all start to relax, a sudden loud voice blares through a microphone, making you flinch. It’s Miyoung, standing beside the DJ. "The pool party is now starting! Everyone, jump in the pool and have fun~" she announces excitedly, doing a little dance after her declaration. You watch as nearly everyone at the party heads for the pool in front of you. Some are quickly stripping off their clothes to reveal swimsuits underneath, while others don’t even bother, diving right into the water fully dressed. After all, this is a pool party.

You are actually amazed by the size of the swimming pool, it is big enough to welcome all the people present in this party. But Miyoung didn’t really invite the entire college so it’s crowded but not really, which is great because you don’t want to be glued with people in the pool later. 

"Girls let's go~~" Somi begins to take off her mini dress to show her swimsuit and quickly go into the pool. Your best friend does the same but you didn't budge "Don't you want to join everyone?" You turn your head to look at her again before answering  "No. At least not now. You can go I’ll join later" You give her a smile but soon become confused as to why she isn’t in the pool already and instead looks at you "What ?" You giggled "being here all by myself with a cocktail is totally fine, now go" Yebin still looked at you with unsure eyes. "Really" you reassured her that you are going to be fine sitting here alone "Sure?" She insists and when you didn't say otherwise she gets to the pool and joins everyone. 

You know she wanted to stay here with you as she was the one that asked you to come here in the first place and she didn't want you to spend the time here alone, it would be selfish of her. And selfish of you if you asked her to stay here. She also knows that you hate it when a stranger tries to hit on you at a party and flirts with you or something. You know this kind of thing always happens in a party so you are not surprised if it happens. But now, as almost everyone is in the water, you aren’t worrying about it. 

Grabbing your cocktail, you stand up from the pouf and go to sit at the couch to have a better view of the pool where everybody seems to have a lot of fun making you want to join them but you want to finish your cocktail first and then you’ll see. 

You take a sip of your cocktail before your eyes switch to the person that is approaching you. Jungkook. He is walking towards you making a little gap between you two as he takes a seat beside you. "Why aren't you joining everyone in the pool?" You ask him gently as you look at him. 

With the moon that is shining towards you and him, you can see his pretty doe eyes looking at you making you lost in them. They are beautiful. "I return the question back to you" you giggle at his words and shrug "Not really in the mood right now and I wanna finish my cocktail first" he hums at your words making you look at the pool again. 

He wants to say something. 

Whenever he touches his hair while looking down, he is contemplating saying something. You don't want to push him to talk so you let the silence engulf you two as a warm breeze passes making your hair move in a delicate way. You thank your hair for not being messed up after you try to wave them. Now thinking about it, you don’t know why you curled your hair for a pool party, you will end up in the water anyways. 

Sipping your glass of cocktail, you see Hyejin approaching you two. You’ve met her in one of your classes but never really talk to her. You guess the person sitting beside you on your left side is the main reason why she is coming in your way. “Hi you two” She barely waves at you as she settles on the armrest of the couch on Jungkook’s side. You internally roll your eyes, he is known for being the popular boy at college so this situation doesn’t surprise you a bit but you are not used to this. Nonetheless you wave at her back but try not to be pissed off. 

“Why don’t you go with me to the pool JK ?” You scoff at her, sipping your remaining cocktail. Before answering, Jungkook turns to look at you and then settles back his gaze to Hyejin “Uh actually, I am keeping YN company, so maybe later we’ll join” he rejects. Hearing this you smile behind your glass as you finish your drink and put it on the coffee table just in front of the couch. 

You turn to Jungkook and beam at him but you can see that Hyujin is glaring at you “Should we go ?” you ask him totally ignoring the girl beside him as you stand up to pull your dress off in front of them to reveal your one piece swimsuit, a spiraling twist-front Monokini one shoulder swimsuit in a beautiful shade of dark gray. You opted for a simple swimsuit but also for a cool one. Putting your dress on the couch, you offer your hand to Jungkook. 

You see Jungkook swallowing at the sight of you, not really expecting you to undress in front of him like that. His gaze then lands on your offering hand, he doesn’t want to cross the limits but if you don’t mind then he doesn’t either. Standing up while grabbing your hand, you walk together to the edge of the pool. Not noticing the way Hyujin was fuming and quickly passes you two and jumps joining the people in the water. 

You are about to jump in the clear water that is reflecting the lights decorated just above but Jungkook gently pulls you towards him using your joined hands. Once facing him you look at him confused “What ? Don’t you wa-” cutting you off he mentions with his other hand his body and your gaze lowers to his clearly toned body behind all the clothing. You chuckle “Sorry, I was maybe a little excited” Lie. You were in a hurry to go away from the girl that was clearly flirting with your now friend Jungkook. 

You let his hand go so that he can take off his shirt and keep his black swim shorts. You try not to watch his beautiful body glistening under the light of the moon, afraid to drool in front of his face so you face the pool instead and wait for him before you two jump into the water.  

After swimming for a while, you get out of the pool and see Jimin and Yebin at the snack table as they wave at you, asking for you to join them. 

The night is alive with the vibrant energy of the pool party. Twinkling fairy lights adorned the trees, casting a warm glow over the scene, while lanterns floated on the surface of the pool, creating a magical atmosphere. Laughter and music fill the air as friends gather under the starry sky. A makeshift stage had been set up on the grass, surrounded by colorful balloons and streamers, illuminated by the soft light. It was time for the highlight of the evening – the Water Balloon Toss.

A crowd begins to form around the stage as Miyoung calls out, "Alright, everyone! Gather 'round for the Water Balloon Toss! Find a partner and get ready for some fun!" The buzz of excitement grew louder as pairs formed, each grabbing a water balloon from the large tub set up by the stage.

Jungkook, with his usual easygoing charm, looks around for a partner. His eyes land on you, who is chatting with some friends near the snack table, your face lit up by the soft glow of the lights. With a confident smile, he makes his way over.

"Hey, YN," Jungkook calls out, "wanna be my partner for the Water Balloon Toss?"

You turn, your eyes lighting up at the sight of him. "Sure, Jungkook! Let's do it!" You ignore the teasing looks your friends have and quickly go with Jungkook. 

You two joined the other pairs on the lawn, standing about five feet apart to start. The host explained the rules "The goal is simple. Toss the water balloon back and forth without dropping it. After each successful toss, take a step back. The last pair standing with an unbroken balloon wins!"

The game began, and the first few tosses were easy. You catch the balloon with a grin and toss it back to Jungkook with a gentle arc. The crowd cheers as each pair successfully catches their balloons.

"Alright, everyone, take a step back!" Miyoung announced.

The distance increased, and the tosses became more challenging. Jungkook's eyes were focused, his athletic skills coming into play. He catches the balloon effortlessly and throws it back to you, who catches it with a laugh, your fingers brushing against the cool, slippery surface.

Another step back. The tension rose as the balloons flew through the air. A few pairs had already been eliminated, their balloons bursting in mid-air or slipping from their grasp. Jungkook and you, however, are still in the game, your teamwork evident in each successful catch.

"You're really good at this," You remark as you catch another toss.

"So are you," Jungkook replies, his eyes twinkling under the fairy lights. "Let's keep it up!"

Miyoung calls for another step back. Now the distance is significant, and the crowd's cheers grow louder, adding to the excitement. Jungkook carefully aims his throw, the balloon soaring through the air in a perfect arc. You position yourself, arms outstretched, and catch it with a triumphant laugh.

"Nice catch!" Jungkook shouts, giving you a thumbs-up.

"Thanks!" you beams, preparing for your next toss.

With each step back, your connection seems to grow stronger, your movements synchronize. The other pairs dwindle until only a few are left. The crowd is on edge, watching intently.

"Final step back!" the host declares. "This will decide the winner!"

The distance is now at its maximum. Jungkook took a deep breath, focusing on you. He tosses the balloon with a gentle yet precise throw. The balloon sails through the air, shimmering in the moonlight. You track its flight, your hands steady. You catch it, the crowd erupting in cheers.

They had done it. Jungkook and you are the last pair standing.

"We have our winners!" Miyoung announces, pulling you both to the front. "Give it up for Jungkook and YN!"

The crowd cheers and claps as Jungkook and you stand side by side, victorious smiles on your faces. Jungkook holds up your intact water balloon like a trophy.

"Great job, partner," he says, giving you a playful high-five.

"You too, Jungkook," you reply, your smile radiant. "That was so much fun!"

As the celebration continues, Jungkook and you share a moment of triumph and camaraderie, your bond strengthened by the simple yet exhilarating game of Water Balloon Toss.

It had been late, the party winding down as the music softened. You and Jungkook had found yourselves alone on the balcony, the city lights twinkling below. You were both a little tipsy, the alcohol giving you courage and blurring the lines of your friendship. You'd been laughing about something silly, when suddenly, the laughter faded, and there was a moment of silence.

Without thinking, you leaned in, and Jungkook met you halfway. The kiss was soft and hesitant at first, but it quickly deepened, fueled by months of unspoken feelings. The world around you disappeared, leaving only the warmth of his lips and the pounding of your heart. One thing led to another, and before you knew it, you were in a hotel room nearby, caught up in a whirlwind of passion and confusion.

The next morning, reality hit like a cold shower. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. You slowly opened your eyes, the events of the previous night rushing back to you. The party, the laughter, the kiss – everything had led to this moment. You turned to see Jungkook sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to you, head hung low. The sheets rustled as you sat up, pulling them around you for comfort.

“Jungkook,” you began, your voice barely above a whisper. He turned slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of regret and sadness.

“YN, we need to talk about what happened,” he said, his voice strained. He looked exhausted, as if he hadn’t slept at all.

You nodded, swallowing hard. “I know. Last night... it was a mistake, wasn’t it?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know if it was a mistake, but it definitely changed things between us. We can’t just pretend it didn’t happen.”

You felt a lump form in your throat, the weight of his words sinking in. “So, what do we do now? I don’t want to lose you, but I don’t know how to go back to being just friends after this.”

Jungkook moved closer, his eyes filled with a sadness that mirrored your own. “I don’t want to lose you either, YN. But I think we have to be honest with ourselves. That night happened because there were feelings there, but acting on them has made everything complicated.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked down at your hands, the reality of the situation hitting you. “So, what are you saying? Are we ending our friendship?”

He reached out, gently lifting your chin so you could meet his gaze. “I think we need some time apart to figure things out. We can’t keep pretending like everything is fine. It’s not fair to either of us.”

You felt a tear slip down your cheek, and Jungkook wiped it away with his thumb. “But what if we don’t find our way back to each other?” you asked, your voice trembling.

He gave you a sad smile. “If we’re meant to be in each other’s lives, we’ll find a way back. But right now, we need to give ourselves the space to heal and understand what we really want.”

You nodded, knowing deep down that he was right. “Okay, Jungkook. We’ll take a break. But I want you to know that you’ll always be important to me.”

“And you to me, YN,” he replied, his voice breaking slightly. He pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you close for what felt like both an eternity and a fleeting moment.

As you pulled away, you both knew that this was the end of an era. The friendship you had cherished was changing, and there was no going back. You got dressed in silence, the weight of the decision heavy in the air.

Before leaving, Jungkook turned to you one last time. “Take care of yourself, YN. I hope we find our way back to each other someday.”

“You too, Jungkook,” you replied, giving him a small, sad smile. With that, you walked out the door, the morning light greeting you as you stepped into a new, uncertain chapter of your life. You and Jungkook had shared something special, but it was time to move on, each of you taking a separate path towards healing and growth.

The one-night stand had exposed the fragility of your friendship, turning what was once a comfortable and uncomplicated bond into something fraught with emotional complexity. It highlighted the challenges of navigating intimate relationships with close friends, where expectations and emotions can become tangled. Both of you needed time to process and understand the new dynamic, to reflect on what had been lost and what could still be salvaged. The break was necessary for personal growth and healing, allowing each of you to rediscover yourselves and, perhaps in the future, find a way back to the friendship that had once meant so much.

Even when It means that you will be strangers again. 

You groan as you help Yebin to walk to her car. “Why did you drink so much?” It’s more of a complaint than a question. She tries to respond but only manages to mumble something incoherent. This situation is rare—normally, it doesn’t happen often because you don’t always go with her to parties, and she usually doesn’t drink this much.

Yebin isn’t heavy but you just don’t have energy at literally 1 a.m in the morning to carry her. And well, she just doesn’t help at all when she puts all of her weight on you and when she can’t even walk properly. You can’t blame her, you are like this too when drunk. 

“Need some help?” a familiar teasing voice calls out behind you. You try to turn around while keeping Yebin steady in your arms so she doesn’t fall. But before you can react, the man in question hurries over and scoops your best friend into his arms just as she’s about to collapse onto the now-empty parking lot. By this time, most of the guests have either gone home, grabbed another drink, or found someone to hook up with.

“Thanks Jimin” You say ignoring the fact he was teasing you again just minutes ago. 

You then notice the person who was with him now standing next to you—Jungkook. “Let Jimin and me drive you home,” he suggests, glancing in your direction. Before you can respond, he adds, “You look tired.” You smile at the kind offer but decline. “It’s okay, I only had some non-alcoholic cocktails. You don’t have to worry.” You look at him softly, even though a part of you wants to accept.

“I really don’t mind. I didn’t drink. I was thinking of having a drink at Jimin’s place after the party,” he explains, his big, beautiful doe eyes locked on yours. “YN, he’s right. Let us take you guys home; it’s pretty late anyway,” Jimin interrupts your thoughts. 

“Alright, let’s go,” you finally agreed. Jungkook smiles at your response, while Jimin shouts, “Finally! Took you long enough to decide!” You playfully hit Jimin’s arm as you follow Jungkook to his car with Yebin in Jimin’s arms trailing behind you.   

As Jungkook pulls out of the parking lot, the car settles into a comfortable silence. The only sound is the hum of the engine and Yebin’s soft breathing from the back seat. Jimin, ever the energetic one, breaks the silence.

"Alright, who’s in charge of the music?" he asks, leaning forward from his seat next to Yebin. You are sitting in the front passenger seat, smiling. "I think it should be Jungkook’s choice since he’s driving."

"Nah, YN, if I pick, it’s just gonna be the same playlist we always listen to," Jungkook replies with a chuckle. "Why don’t you choose?"

Jimin, sensing an opportunity for mischief, grabs his phone. "I say we go with something upbeat—maybe some retro pop? You know, keep the energy up!"

You laugh, shaking her head. "I was thinking of something more relaxed, like some chill lo-fi or acoustic."

Jungkook nods in agreement. "Yeah, something mellow sounds good."

Jimin huffs in mock annoyance. "You guys are so boring! But fine, let’s compromise." He scrolls through his playlist and settles on a soft indie track that has a good rhythm but isn’t too intense.

Just as the music begins to play, your stomach growls loudly, cutting through the quiet tune. Jimin bursts into laughter. "Sounds like someone’s hungry! Should’ve gone with my upbeat playlist—it even makes your stomach dance."

You blush and laugh along. "Maybe a little…"

Jungkook glances at you with a smile. "Want to grab something to eat? I know a place that’s still open, just a little detour." You brighten at the idea. "Really? I could go for some late-night snacks."

Jimin claps his hands. "Now we’re talking! What are we getting? Burgers? Or are we going full-on convenience store raids?"

Yebin, half-awake in the back seat, mumbles something about ice cream, making everyone laugh.

Jungkook nods. "Sounds like a plan. There’s a place I know that has everything we could want at this hour."

As he turns the car down a different street, Jimin starts scrolling through his phone again. "Okay, but I’m taking over the music for the drive to the food spot. We need something more fitting for a snack run."

You roll her eyes playfully. "As long as it doesn’t make my stomach growl even more, I’m fine with it."

The car fills with lively tunes as they head toward their late-night snack destination, the earlier fatigue replaced by excitement and the warmth of good company.

Finishing your bowl of ramen, you put your head on Jimin’s couch. “Woah, that was so delicious”. The clock reads 2:45 AM, and the soft glow of the living room lights creates a cozy atmosphere. 

You guys decided to buy some snacks at GS25 and go strength to Jimin’s home as it was the closest and you remember Jungkook wanted to have a drink here so you suggested that it was the best option. 

Yebin slept on the ride here but woke up ten minutes after we put her on the couch when she munched some Shrimp chips and Pepero. But she is fast asleep after eating.

Jimin’s spacious living room is scattered with snacks and empty drink cups from their late-night munching. The group has gathered around the coffee table, which now serves as a makeshift karaoke stage with a portable karaoke machine set up and a couple of microphones.

Jimin, sprawls comfortably on the couch, grabs the remote control with a grin. “Alright, everyone, time for a karaoke session! Who’s ready to be the next big star?”

Yebin, curls up with a blanket on the sofa, perks up. “I’m in, but only if you promise not to make fun of me.”

Jungkook, seated next to you on the floor, nudges you. “Let’s start with a duet. I know you’ve got a killer voice.”

You laugh, rolling her eyes playfully. “Alright, but you better not steal the show.”

Jimin queues up a popular song on the karaoke machine. “Okay, let’s start with something fun—‘Uptown Funk.’” He hands one of the microphones to Jungkook and the other to you.

The music starts, and Jungkook and you jump into their performance, your voices blending harmoniously. The living room fills with the upbeat energy of the song, and the rest of the group claps along. Yebin, even though she’s half-drowsy, manages to cheer them on with enthusiastic applause.

When the song ends, you playfully nudge Jungkook. “Not bad, but let’s see how Jimin handles this.”

Jimin grabs the mic with exaggerated confidence. “Alright, watch and learn!” He selects a high-energy K-pop track and performs with over-the-top dance moves, turning the living room into a mini dance floor. His performance is a mix of impressive moves and hilarious antics, making everyone laugh.

Jungkook, not wanting to be outdone, takes his turn next. He chooses a classic rock song and gets into character, making dramatic facial expressions and rocking out with all his might. Yebin, now fully engaged, joins in by cheering and laughing at Jungkook’s enthusiastic performance.

As the night progresses, Yebin, feeling braver and more awake, decides to take the mic. She picks a sweet ballad and sings softly, her voice surprisingly soothing. Her friends listen quietly, touched by the unexpected beauty of her performance.

Jimin, who has been making funny comments throughout, can’t resist adding, “Yebin, where have you been hiding this talent? You’re amazing!”

In between songs, you guys lounge on the floor or the couch, chatting and snacking. The living room becomes a haven of warmth and camaraderie, with the late hour adding a touch of magic to their spontaneous karaoke party.

As the night winds down, you are all a bit hoarse from singing but are in high spirits. You lean back with a satisfied smile, saying, “This was exactly what we needed. Thanks for the impromptu karaoke session.”

Jimin, still holding the mic like a trophy, grins. “Anytime! Who knows? Maybe we’ll turn this into a regular thing.”

Jungkook and Yebin nod in agreement, and you all share a moment of laughter and relaxation, knowing that this late-night karaoke session will be a cherished memory for years to come.

The next morning, you wake up lying on the couch with a slight headache because of some drinks after the karaoke.

As you start to stir, you become aware of a weight resting on your waist. Glancing down, you see a tattooed arm draped across you. Not wanting to disturb Jungkook, you gently try to lift his arm but fail when he pulls you closer to his chest. Your back presses against his muscled torso and you feel his body shift as he adjusts. 

You gasp quietly, surprised by the close contact, and the warmth of his body against yours. With your eyes closed, you weigh your options for slipping out of his embrace without waking him. You realize that even a slight shift of your hips could alert him, potentially revealing his morning erection and leading to an awkward situation for both of you.

But that’s what happens. 

Despite your careful efforts, you end up unintentionally moving, and Jungkook stirs, his hold tightening around you as he groans softly. 

You suppress a moan escaping your lips as you call his name. Your voice comes out breathless. He responds with a sleepy hum but doesn't release you, you sigh. He isn’t aware of your position, you think. 

Fuck it. You turn around in his embrace to face him and gently pat his arm to wake him up. Not a very good idea as now you feel his morning wood pressing on the lower belly. You try to put a distance but with his hold you can’t barely move. 

As you contemplate, you suddenly hear some laughs in a distant area. You then remember that there is also Yebin and Jimin at the moment. 

You curse in your head and quickly wake Jungkook up before any of them see you two in this intimate position. It’s clearly past noon, you need to eat but don’t want to receive any teasing right now. 

Jungkook slowly opens his eyes while rubbing away the sleep before he is looking at you with wide eyes in shock, and he immediately jumps up from the couch. You are still laying on the couch now missing his warm “I am sorry I-” he begins, panic evident in his voice. You quickly reach out to calm him, a soft smile on your lips. “Hey don’t, it’s okay. I mean I didn't mind. You were just asleep; it’s no big deal." You don’t even understand yourself because the last time you two were in bed together you clearly mind. 

But now, it's been a long time since you and Jungkook have been this close, or even really talked, and you realize that you do want to be close to him again.

Before Jungkook can utter something, Yebin enters the living room “you lovebirds are finally awake. Me and Jimin didn’t want to wake you up, you two seem to sleep so peacefully in each other’s arms.” 

You notice the little smirk on her glossy lips and feel your cheeks burn as a rosy hue blooms across your face. Glancing at Jungkook, you see that he's in the same state, his face betraying him with a soft blush as embarrassment washes over him.

"Thanks for the ride," you say, unbuckling your seatbelt as Jungkook pulls up in front of your house. You had breakfast at Jimin’s place before Jungkook offered to give you a lift home. You two haven’t discussed what happened when you woke up earlier. You’re relieved about that, still feeling unprepared to delve into that conversation.

Meanwhile, your best friend decided to stay with Jimin. You’re not sure what happened between them last night, but they seem closer than ever, and you’re genuinely happy for her.

Jungkook smiles warmly before saying, "No problem at all. It was nice to catch up and make sure you got home safely. Have a great rest of your day."

You return his smile, feeling a bit of warmth at his thoughtful gesture. "Thanks, Jungkook. I really appreciate it. See you around!"

As you reach for the car door handle, his voice stops you. "Speaking of which," he says, and you turn to look at him, curious about what he might say next. You notice him absently licking his lip piercing, which adds to the anticipation.

"I’m hosting a party at my place this Sunday," he continues, his tone casual yet inviting. "I’d really like to see you there."

"Sounds good! What kind of party are you planning? Just so I know what to expect."

"Just a small gathering with some of my closest friends—and you, if you decide to come," he says with a wink, making you laugh at his playful attempt. He leans back in the driver’s seat and adds, "It'll be a chill one."

"Are you sure it’s going to be chill? You seem pretty excited about it." You tease, raising an eyebrow with a playful smile.

"I promise, it’s going to be low-key. But if you think I’m excited, maybe I’m just looking forward to hanging out with you." He chuckles, his eyes twinkling with sincerity.

You nod, feeling a spark of excitement. "I guess I’ll find out soon enough. Thanks again for the invite. It sounds like it’ll be fun." You take your purse, preparing to step out of the car.

Jungkook’s expression softens as he watches you, a genuine warmth in his eyes. "I’m glad you think so. I’ll see you there, then. And just so you know, I’m really looking forward to it."

You give him a final smile, feeling a sense of anticipation. "Me too. See you on Sunday!" you say as you open the car door and step out.

Parking your car in the garage of Jungkook’s house next to five cars. Taking your belongings, you exit your car as you approach his house. 

This is your first time seeing his place, and you can’t help but be mesmerized by its beauty. The house is impressive, with two floors that exude elegance and warmth. The exterior is a blend of modern design with large windows that allow natural light to flood in, and soft, inviting tones that make the house feel welcoming. The architecture is sleek, the facade is clad in sleek, dark materials, with large, geometric windows that add to its bold, angular look. The architecture is crisp and precise, exuding a sense of sophistication and strength.

Yet there's a touch of charm that makes it feel like a home rather than just a house. 

The front yard is well-maintained, with a pathway that leads to the grand entrance, where you can already sense the comfort and style waiting inside. 

You think that the house totally corresponds to Jungkook. 

And you were right. Entering the house, you can’t help but feel the warmth and the softness of the place which is actually opposite to the visual exterior of his house. 

But as you step inside, the contrast is immediate and surprising. The interior is a complete departure from the exterior’s sharpness—it's warm and inviting, filled with soft textures and cozy furnishings. The living spaces are bathed in natural light, with plush furniture and earthy tones that make you feel instantly at ease. It is all about comfort and relaxation, creating a perfect balance between striking design and homely warmth. 

Gasping when you feel someone’s arms giving you a breathless hug, spooning you into their arms, “Bitch, we all thought you wouldn’t come.” Turning around, you are met with Yebin, her flushed face and slightly swaying stance suggesting she’s already had a few drinks. She gives you a sly smile when she sees your confused expression.

You didn’t expect her to be here, especially after she flatly refused your invitation yesterday when you asked if she’d like to accompany you to the party. “Sorry for lying to you, girl,” she begins, her tone light but with a hint of mischief. “I didn’t tell you I was coming because I wanted to make sure you’d actually show up. I know how you get about these things, always finding an excuse at the last minute.”

You narrow your eyes at her, realizing she knows you better than you sometimes know yourself. “So, you tricked me?” you ask, half-amused, half-annoyed.

“Not tricked, exactly,” Yebin replies with a shrug, still grinning. “Just gave you a little push. If I’d said I was coming, you’d have found a way to back out, thinking you didn’t have to be there to keep me company. This way, you made the decision for yourself.”

“Mean” you mutter, shaking your head with a half-smile, unable to stay mad at her. 

The truth is, it makes you realize that despite your nervousness, you wanted to come right after Jungkook invited you. Even if you are not sure whether coming here is a  step forward or a step backward for your relationship with him, you guess the only way to find out is to dive in. 

“Let’s go swim guys !” sitting on the couch with Jungkook on your left after he greeted you with his cute smile telling you, he was glad you could make it and gave you a quick tight hug, enough to feel his warmth. You turn your head to the voice of one of Jungkook’s friends Joon-woo screaming and standing up from the couch. 

It’s your first time seeing him, and you can't help but think that the name Joon-woo suits him perfectly. Standing tall and confident, his handsome features seem to embody the meaning of his name—a blend of elegance and strength. But what stands out even more is that, unlike many who are aware of their own attractiveness, Joon-woo carries himself with a quiet confidence. He's not full of himself or arrogant; instead, there's an air of humility about him, making his charm all the more genuine.

You look around, bewildered, glancing at the people in the living room heading towards the staircase in the corner leading down to an unknown area. Perhaps it’s the way to the garage and head to a nearby swimming pool still open at this hour? Or—

“Ah, I’m excited to try Jeon’s swimming pool,” Jimin says, interrupting your thoughts. You snap your head towards Jungkook in shock. You thought his house only had two floors above ground, but it seems there’s an additional floor below—or maybe even more. You’re not quite sure.

“Jungkook what the-” you say, still shocked at the fact. “You have a fucking pool in the basement ?” 

Jungkook chuckles “Yeah, I do” touching one of his ears, you see how he is shy to admit that he has an expensive house. 

“Jungkook, what the—” you say, still stunned by the revelation. “You have a freaking pool in the basement?”

Jungkook chuckles, a hint of shyness in his expression as he touches one of his ears. “Yeah, I do,” he admits, looking a bit bashful about his luxurious house.

A stunned ‘oh’ escapes your lips as you process the revelation.

Yebin approaches you, urging you to join the others downstairs for a swim. It suddenly hits you that it’s only you and Jungkook left in the spacious living room.

“Wait, I can’t,” you say, realizing the situation. “I didn’t know Jungkook had a pool, so I didn’t bring a swimsuit.”

Yebin grins at you “That’s why, I am here too” she winks. Before you can ask what she means, she continues as she feels that you were about to speak up. “When Jimin picked me up earlier, he asked me to bring two swimsuits in case we were going to use Jungkook’s pool.” she says. 

“By the way, I was shocked too knowing you have a pool here, it’s insane. You never told me.” she says to Jungkook. Confirming that you are not the only one being surprised by this news. 

Jungkook smirks. “Why would I? If I told you, you'd just come over to use my pool all the time.”

The playful banter between them clearly shows their brother-sister dynamic, especially given that she’s Jungkook’s younger cousin.

Turning to you, your best friend takes her bag she came with before showing you one of your two piece swimsuits “Remember this one when it happened to be in my luggage when we went to Haeundae beach in Busan ?” 

“Oh right, you didn’t give it to me since that was one of my favorite two pieces, you bitch.” You stand up from the couch before grabbing the swimsuit in Yebin’s hands.

On the other side, Jungkook is still sitting on the couch, looking at the swimsuit now in your hands, can’t help but already imagine you wearing it. Slapping his head mentally, he stands up before leading you to the bathroom so you and Yebin can change.

The top of the swimsuit features a sweetheart neckline that gently accentuates your bust, with thin, adjustable straps that tie behind your neck, offering both comfort and a customizable fit. The silk drapes beautifully, creating a subtle, elegant V-shape that highlights your collarbones and shoulders. 

A playful ruffle or a delicate bow detail at the bust adds a hint of whimsy and femininity, while the silk’s natural sheen enhances the overall sophistication of the look. 

The bottoms are high-waisted with a sleek, minimalistic cut that elongates your legs and cinches your waist. The smooth silk fabric ensures a comfortable fit, and the high cut on the legs adds a touch of allure. 

Gold or silver accents, such as tiny clasps or decorative elements at the sides, give a touch of sparkle without overwhelming the delicate silk. Overall, your silk swimsuit makes you look both irresistibly cute and effortlessly sexy.

”Wow” Jungkook says under his breath upon seeing you approaching him on the couch. Jungkook’s eyes lingered a moment too long on your form, his usual cool demeanor faltering as he took in the sight of you. He quickly clears his throat, trying to mask his obvious admiration but still looks at you ”You look beautiful”. You mutter a thanks. 

’’I would have let you guys be alone’’ you hit her arm which caused her to hiss before continuing ’’but I don’t know the way to your pool, don’t want to be lost in this huge house you know’’ she laughs softly. 

Scratching his head Jungkook makes his way to the stairs in front of you "Let’s not keep everyone waiting too long," Jungkook says with a grin, gesturing for you and Yebin to follow him downstairs. "The pool’s this way.”

Arriving at the end of the stairs, he lets you go in front while he stalls behind. Facing the pool you're greeted by a stunning, unexpected sight—a luxurious pool that transforms the space into an elegant oasis. The water is a serene, crystalline blue, rippling softly under the glow of ambient lighting embedded in the pool's edges. The walls of the basement pool are clad in smooth, polished stone that gives off a gentle, earthy warmth, creating a sense of being enveloped in a sophisticated, natural cave. Subtle veins of marble run through the stone, adding texture and depth, while strategically placed recessed lights cast a soft, diffused glow that accentuates the walls' rich, organic patterns. 

Soft, warm light fixtures cast a golden hue across the room, highlighting the sleek, polished stone floors that surround the pool. The air is cool and carries a faint scent of fresh water, while the gentle sound of water lapping against the pool's edge creates a tranquil, almost meditative atmosphere. 

It's a private paradise, hidden away from the world above, offering a perfect blend of serenity and luxury.

The splashing of the water makes you come out of your frozen state, admiring the dreaming waters. ’’Your pool is amazing Jungkook’’ Jimin says, swimming to the edge to come closer to where you were standing. You notice him taking a double check when his gaze lands on Yebin. 

You try to hide your smirk while looking at their interaction. Stepping aside your back bumps into someone's chest, you look behind meeting Jungkook’s eyes looking at you. 

Was he this close ? Trying not to react from this, you make a little distance before beaming “It’s so cool to have the pool”. He nods “You should go in the water before I take you in my arms and jump with you” he winks. 

You smack his chest ‘oh firm as heck.’ “You dare” you challenge him for fun because you know if he wants to then he would actually do it. 

Seeing him approaching you, you shout “No, I was kidding, don’t you dare Kook.” Squinting your eyes, you crouch down to slip into the water “See, I can do it by myself”.

The cool embrace instantly washing over you. The sensation is both refreshing and soothing. The pool is perfectly temperate, not too cold, yet just cool enough to make your skin tingle with delight.

As you glide through the water, it feels silky against your skin, like liquid satin wrapping around you in the most comforting way. Every movement sends soft ripples across the surface, shimmering under the ambient glow of the pool lights. The gentle current created by your motions feels like a gentle massage, caressing every part of your body as you swim.

You take a deep breath, letting yourself float on your back, staring up at the soft, golden light fixtures that cast a warm, inviting hue over the room. The water carries you effortlessly, buoyant and light, almost as if you’re floating in a dream. The faint scent of fresh water fills your senses, adding to the tranquil ambiance, while the soft, rhythmic lapping of water against the pool’s edge lulls you into a state of peaceful relaxation.

You close your eyes, savoring the sensation, every inch of you feeling revitalized and alive in this luxurious oasis.

"Wow," you whisper to yourself, utterly entranced by the water’s magic, "this feels incredible."

Jungkook giggles before looking at him, and you are welcome at the scene where he is holding the hem of his t-shirt to pull it off with a swift motion. His toned muscles flex subtly with the movement, and for a brief moment, his shirt gets caught on his head, causing him to let out a playful laugh as he wrestles with the fabric. When he finally frees himself, his hair is tousled, falling messily over his eyes, making him look effortlessly handsome.

The soft lighting of the pool area accentuates his features, highlighting the defined lines of his chest and abs. You can't help but notice how the cool air of the room contrasts with the warmth of his skin, a light sheen of water catching the light from when he was playing near the edge earlier. He tosses his shirt to the side casually and catches your gaze, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Like what you see?" he teases, stepping closer to the pool’s edge. His voice is playful, but there’s a hint of challenge in his tone, almost daring you to respond.

You roll your eyes with a smile, trying to play it cool despite the sudden flutter in your chest. "Maybe," you reply with a smirk, "but I'm more impressed with the view down here." Your gaze shifts, catching the sight of him standing tall above you at the pool's edge. Seeing this view from below, with the water gently lapping around you, is something else entirely.

He chuckles, clearly amused by your response. "Well then," he says, stretching his arms over his head, "I guess it's my turn to join you in the water."

With that, Jungkook steps up to the pool’s edge, and without any further warning, he jumps in, creating a big splash. The cool water rushes over you, and you laugh, shaking your head as he surfaces nearby, water droplets cascading down his face.

"You're impossible," you say, still smiling, as he swims closer to you, his grin widening.

"Maybe," he admits, "but I make things more interesting, don’t I?"

You hum at him, trying not to smile so hard before Jimin joins you “Wanna do a swim race guys ?” 

You quickly decline, knowing you can’t compete with them—especially not Jungkook.  Besides, swimming isn’t exactly your strong suit, and the last thing you want is to embarrass yourself by nearly drowning in Jungkook’s pool. “Nah I am good, I would rather be a spectator than racing with you guys.” 

It's not that you think being a woman means you can't compete with men—that's not it at all. You can totally do the race, you just know your own limits when it comes to swimming, and let's face it, you're barely more than a doggy-paddler.

“Same for me, we’ll see who is the hottest one in the pool” Yebin comes to you while hugging you by the side. You laugh at what she just said “This is nonsense Yebin, you know i am the hottest already.” Jimin leans back slightly, pushing his chest forward, as if daring everyone to admire the muscular lines of his torso.

“Actually I understand what she means, a man who knows his way to swim is kinda sexy.” You give a playful smile as you hear your best friend saying that’s why we are meant to be best friends. 

With that Jungkook decides to do his best in the race, maybe winning because he is the type to be really competitive but also will try to show his skills in swimming so that your eyes will only be on his body and not on his friends. He will give you a show. 

As everyone gathers around the pool, you and Yebin find a comfortable spot near the edge to watch. You lean back on your hands, legs dangling in the water, while Yebin sits cross-legged beside you, sipping on her drink.

“Are they really going to race?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as you watch the guys line up at the pool’s edge, their expressions playful but determined.

Yebin nods, a grin spreading across her face. “Oh, definitely. They’ve been talking about who’s the fastest swimmer for hours now.”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “Boys and their competitions,” you say, glancing over at Jungkook, who’s adjusting his goggles and flashing a confident smile. You can’t help but notice how his muscles tense slightly, showing off his athletic build. You feel a flutter in your chest but quickly brush it off, focusing on the race.

“Hey, don’t pretend you’re not interested,” Yebin teases, nudging your shoulder with hers. “I saw you checking Jungkook out. Not that I blame you—he looks good.”

You roll your eyes with a smile, trying to play it cool despite the teasing. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you mutter, but you know there’s no hiding the blush creeping up your cheeks.

Deciding to turn the tables, you grin mischievously at Yebin. “What about Jimin, huh?” you say, leaning closer to her and lowering your voice conspiratorially. “What’s happening between you two?” You nudge her waist with your elbow, a playful glint in your eye.

Yebin’s eyes widen slightly, and she lets out a surprised laugh. “Nothing’s happening!” she insists, though her cheeks flush a little. “We’re just friends, that’s all.”

You raise an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Just friends, huh? The way you two were looking at each other earlier didn’t seem very platonic to me.”

Yebin playfully smacks your arm. “Stop it!” she giggles, glancing over at Jimin, who’s stretching and preparing for the race. “Okay, maybe we are closer. But that’s it! Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

You laugh, satisfied with your teasing. “Alright, alright. I won’t say anything… for now.” You wink, and Yebin shakes her head, smiling.

Jimin, Joon-woo, Taehyung, Jungkook, and Mingyu all position themselves at the edge of the pool, preparing to dive in. Taehyung shouts, “Ready, set, go!” and they all launch themselves into the water in perfect synchronization.

You and Yebin cheer loudly, laughing as the guys swim furiously, their arms cutting through the water with powerful strokes. Jungkook and Jimin quickly take the lead, their competitive spirits driving them forward.

Yebin leans over to whisper in your ear, “Who do you think will win?”

You shrug, eyes glued to the race. “I’m not sure, but Jungkook looks pretty determined.”

As the guys reach the halfway mark, it’s clear that it’s a close race between Jungkook and Jimin, with the others not far behind. You can’t help but feel a thrill of excitement watching them, the energy in the air contagious.

“Come on, Jungkook!” you shout, surprising yourself with how invested you’ve become. 

Yebin laughs, nudging you again “I knew it,” she says with a smirk. “You’re totally into this.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Maybe I am,” you admit, enjoying the moment more than you expected.

With a final burst of speed, Jungkook touches the wall just a fraction of a second before Jimin, and the group erupts into cheers and applause. You clap and cheer along with them, caught up in the excitement.

Jungkook surfaces, breathing hard but grinning from ear to ear. He looks over at you, his eyes twinkling, and you can’t help but smile back, feeling a strange but welcome warmth spread through your chest.

After another thirty minutes of swimming, everyone decides to call it a night. Joon-woo and Mingyu have already left a little earlier when their girlfriends have called. So it’s just you, Jungkook, Yebin, Jimin and Taehyung. 

You wrap yourself in a fluffy towel that Jungkook handed out to everyone, feeling the warmth against your damp skin. As you and Yebin head toward the stairs, Jimin catches up with you.

"Hey," he says, a hopeful glint in his eyes, "do you wanna do like last time and have an after-party at my place?"

You glance at Yebin, who looks as tired as you feel, before turning back to Jimin. “Thanks, Jimin, but I think I’ve had so much fun here already that I’m not sure I’ll stay awake by the time we get to your place,” you reply with a friendly smile. “I’m really sorry.”

Jimin waves it off with a smile of his own. “It’s okay, I get it. No worries.”

A mischievous thought crosses your mind, and you quickly act on it. “But,” you add, giving Yebin a light nudge, “I think Yebin might be up for it. She just told me she wanted to have some more fun before calling it a night. Right?”

Yebin’s eyes widen in surprise as she shoots you a look. You can practically see the wheels turning in her head as she realizes what you’ve just done. She had mentioned wanting to extend the night earlier, but she didn’t expect you to tell Jimin directly. You know there’ll be a talk about this later, but you can’t help but grin, thinking she might actually thank you for pushing her into it.

Jimin looks at Yebin with a hopeful smile. “Really? That sounds great!”

Caught off guard but not wanting to disappoint, Yebin stammers for a second before finally nodding, a small smile forming on her lips. “Yeah, sure. Why not?”

You watch as Jimin’s face lights up, and he starts talking excitedly about the after-party. Meanwhile, Yebin gives you a sidelong glance that clearly says, I’m going to get you for this, but there’s a hint of gratitude there, too. You just smile back, shrugging innocently.

You feel a sense of satisfaction. Maybe this little nudge will lead to something more for them, and at the very least, it seems like the night is far from over for some.

While you wrap the towel tighter around yourself, you turn towards Jungkook and see Taehyung giving a brother hug “See you Jeon, good night.” Jungkook gives him a tap on the back before telling him to drive safely. 

Heading to the stairs Taehyung sees you as he smiles before giving you a short hug too “Have a good night YN, it was fun to see you here.” You return the hug before thanking him and wishing him the same “Head home safe Tae” You smile. 

As you watch Taehyung head upstairs, Jungkook walks over, towel wraps around his waist and a soft smile on his face. His wet hair falls slightly over his eyes, making him look almost boyish, a stark contrast to his usual confident demeanor. He stops in front of you, his gaze steady yet gentle.

"You had fun tonight?" he asks, his voice low, almost lost in the soft chatter of the others getting ready to leave.

You nod, wrapping the towel a bit tighter around your shoulders. "Yeah, it was… unexpected but in a good way. Your place is amazing, Jungkook. And that pool," you say, shaking your head with a small laugh, "I still can’t believe you have one in the basement."

Jungkook chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. "Yeah, it’s kind of crazy, huh? But I’m glad you enjoyed it. I wasn’t sure if you’d be comfortable with everything."

You catch a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. It makes your heart squeeze a little, reminding you of the Jungkook you used to know—someone who, despite everything, always wanted the people around him to feel at ease.

"It was great," you assure him, smiling softly. "Really. I’m glad I came."

For a moment, there’s a comfortable silence between you, the kind that speaks more than words ever could. Then, Jungkook glances toward the stairs where Taehyung disappeared and back at you.

"So," he says, clearing his throat, "do you need a ride home? I don’t mind dropping you off."

You hesitate for a moment, feeling a flutter of something unidentifiable in your chest. There’s a part of you that wants to prolong this night, to keep talking and maybe find a bit more of the connection you once had. And the truth is, you’re not quite ready for the night to end yet.

Before you can answer, Yebin’s voice calls out from behind you, "Hey, are we heading out?"

You turn to see her waiting by the stairs with Jimin, both looking like they’re ready to continue their night elsewhere. You look back at Jungkook.

"I think I might actually stay a little longer," you say, your voice almost surprising yourself with its decisiveness. "If that’s okay with you?"

Jungkook's face lights up in a smile, the kind that reaches his eyes and makes them sparkle. "Of course, it's okay. I’d love to have you stay."

Yebin raises an eyebrow, giving you a knowing look before she shrugs. "Alright then, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. Have fun!" she says with a wink, grabbing Jimin’s arm and heading up the stairs.

As they leave, the house grows quieter, and you realize it’s just you and Jungkook in the spacious basement. He looks at you, his expression soft but a little uncertain, as if he’s not sure what to say next.

"Do you want to grab a drink?" he suggests, nodding towards the stairs. "Or maybe swim a little more?"

You hum thoughtfully, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement flutter in your stomach. "We could grab a drink and enjoy it on the deck chair, and we’ll see where the night takes us."

He smiles, nodding in agreement before heading up the stairs to prepare the drinks and make sure the front door is locked after his friends left.

As the night unfolds, you find yourself easing into conversation with him, the awkwardness gradually melting away, replaced by a sense of comfort you haven't felt in a long time. There’s still so much left unsaid between you, a lot of complexities to navigate, but for now, you’re content just being here with him.

After finishing your drinks, you decide to go back into the pool. Jungkook has been swimming for about ten minutes, making lazy laps while you sit on the deck chair, watching him and laughing at his jokes.

Standing up, you remove your towel and drape it over the chair. As you approach the pool's edge, you notice that Jungkook is still underwater, gliding smoothly through the water. Taking the opportunity, you quietly slip into the pool, the cool water enveloping you as you enter without him noticing. 

You move silently through the water, trying not to disturb the gentle ripples Jungkook is creating. A few moments pass, and he finally surfaces, his hair slicked back, water dripping down his face. He blinks a few times, surprised to see you so close.

"You snuck in here quietly," he says with a playful grin, wiping the water from his eyes.

You shrug, giving him a teasing smile. "Just wanted to see if I could surprise you."

Jungkook chuckles, moving closer to you, the space between you shrinking. "Well, mission accomplished."

For a moment, the two of you just float there, the water lapping softly around you. The mood shifts slightly, the lightness of the moment giving way to something more serious. His gaze holds yours, and you feel a familiar tension, the kind that’s been between you since the beginning of the night.

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through you. "It’s nice being here."

There’s a pause, the kind that feels heavy with unspoken words. The water around you seems to amplify the quiet, every small sound echoing. You wonder if now is the time to talk about everything that’s been left unsaid, or if you should just enjoy this rare, peaceful moment together.

“Hey-” he laughs as you splash water his way before he does the same. 

You try to turn and swim away, but before you can get too far, you feel his strong arms wrap around you, gently pulling you back. You gasp softly as he brings you close, your back pressing against his chest. Despite the closeness, he leaves a small gap between you, his touch careful and respectful.

His breath is warm against your ear as he chuckles softly. “Not so fast,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. “I’ve got you now.”

Your heart races, the sensation of his body against yours sending a shiver down your spine. You twist slightly in his hold, half-turning to face him, your eyes locking with his. “And what are you going to do now that you’ve caught me?” you ask, your voice playful, but your heart hammering with anticipation.

He smirks, his gaze flicking to your lips for just a moment before meeting your eyes again. “Guess we’ll just have to see,” he replies, his tone filled with a mix of mischief and something deeper.

For a moment, everything else fades away—the cool water, the quiet of the house, the rest of the world. It’s just the two of you, caught in this moment, the tension between you palpable and electric. You can’t help but wonder what’s going to happen next, and as you stare into his eyes, you realize you don’t mind finding out.

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Arching your back, you press closer against him, and Jungkook gets the message, pulling you firmly to his chest until there’s no space left between you. Your heart races, the warmth of his body seeping into yours as you slowly turn around in his hold to face him.

Your gaze locks onto his, and for a moment, neither of you move. Your eyes slowly drift down to his beautiful, kissable lips, lingering there. The air between you feels charged, every inch of your skin tingling with the nearness of him.

You wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers gently brushing the nape of his neck. Leaning in just a bit, you test the waters, half-expecting him to pull away. But he doesn’t. Instead, his hands tighten slightly on your waist, holding you closer, his breath warm against your face.

It’s as if he’s waiting—waiting for you to move just a little closer, to close the small gap between you. And as you lean in, his lips meet yours.

Now, you can’t blame it on the drinks because you both only had non-alcoholic ones, and whatever you drank when you first arrived at his place has long since worn off.

His lips are warm and soft, moving gently against yours in a way that feels both familiar and thrillingly new. There's a moment of hesitation, as if you're both savoring the sensation, before the kiss deepens. Jungkook’s hands slide up to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks, sending shivers down your spine.

Your heart races as you press closer, your arms tightening around his neck. The world seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you floating in the water, the coolness of the pool a stark contrast to the heat of the kiss. His tongue lightly grazes your bottom lip, asking for entrance, and you part your lips slightly, allowing him in. The kiss becomes more passionate, and you lose yourself in the moment, forgetting everything else.

The kiss lingers, becoming a slow exploration, a rediscovery of something you didn't realize you missed so much. When you finally pull away for air, your foreheads rest against each other, and you both smile, a little breathless.

Jungkook's gaze flicks down to your lips again, and you feel a magnetic pull, like the universe is gently nudging you forward. 

When your lips touch again, his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer with a possessive yet tender grip. His lips move with a slow, deliberate passion, and you melt into the kiss. You can taste the faint sweetness of the non-alcoholic drinks you both had earlier, mingling with the fresh, crisp scent of the water.

Jungkook’s touch becomes more insistent, guiding you into a more fervent embrace. You feel his heart racing against your chest, a thrilling reminder of how in sync you both are. Your hands explore the contours of his shoulders and back, feeling the subtle tension of his muscles as he responds to you.

You gasp when he wraps your legs around his middle so he can swim with you in his arms to the edge of the pool to rest your back against it, without breaking the kiss.  

The edge is slightly elevated, but you remain comfortably afloat. Jungkook’s hands rest lightly on your waist, his touch warm and steady, holding you in place with a sense of intimacy and security. While you hug him closer to you. 

Your eyes meet his, and the intensity in Jungkook’s gaze makes your breath hitch. As you inch closer to give him a peck on his lips, you giggle before gasping again when he turns you around so your back is facing him. 

Jungkook kisses your cheek before trailing down your neck to give you a sloppy kiss “You smell so good YN.” You hum at the softness of his lips. Taking one of his hands, you guide him to pull you closer to his body. 

But his hands went lower than you attended, reaching your lower belly and to the hem of your bottom swimsuit you inhale sharply. 

"Tell me you want it too, if not I'll stop I promise" he whispers in your ears as he traces your lines under the water. Your breath becomes heavier from the way his hands roams against your body or because you were out of breath from kissing him "Jungkook I-"

Jungkook places his soft lips on your right shoulder, giving you a few ghostly kisses that make you freeze. “Tell me, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin before trailing up your earlobe to plant his lips yet again. 

His voice is low and smooth, sending shivers down your spine. You can’t help but feel a mixture of excitement and anticipation as you turn your head slightly to meet his gaze, the proximity heightening the tension between you.

Keeping your eye contact, you take his tattooed hand that is on your waist to guide it to where you need him the most—at this instant. “Do something already.” 

“You sure ?” unsure he asks, placing his head in the crook of your neck. 

“If i am not i would have done something to push you away” you tell softly, putting your head on his shoulder, you look at him before giving him a soft kiss on his cheek. 

He doesn’t wait for you to rush him again as his hand cups you before slipping the bottom on the side before inserting his index and his middle finger into you making you squeal and close your eyes. 

“You are so wet” he says into your ear as if afraid someone could hear him. “We are in the water.” you manage to say despite what you feel with his fingers inside of you. 

He giggles before pushing his hand even harder “You still want to tease me when I have you like that baby ?” he states while looking at your blissful expression with your mouth slightly open where your sounds come from when he makes you feel this good. 

When you feel your orgasm coming, he pulls out his fingers making you whine “Why ar-” your gasp cuts you off when his fingers make their way into you again. But you also feel another presence on your ass which you know, his hardness is pressing against you which doubles the pleasure you feel. 

“I am here baby, cum for me” hearing him say that, you don’t control before letting go. 

“You were so good for me” Jungkook utters as you turn in his arms to face him. “I should be the one to say this to you” wrapping your arms around his neck you continue “I’ve never felt this way with just fingers, you are wow.” 

He cutely smiles at you which makes you realize how this cute man in front of you was the one who made you moan minutes ago. “You haven’t seen all of me yet YN” he takes your legs and wraps them around him, whispering, “Hold onto me tightly, baby.” You follow his instruction, holding him close as he lifts you out of the water. He sits down on the pool deck with you on his lap, pulling you into a passionate kiss. One hand behind your neck and the other one that is on your waist is sliding up to your chest. “Hmm” you moan in the kiss when you feel him squeezing one of your breasts. You start to grind your hips to feel some friction and break the kiss “I want you now” you utter. 

Hoisting you up in his arms, Jungkook walks over to the couch in the corner beside the pool before gently laying you down. “Wait here, let me just grab a condom,” he says quickly, darting towards the nearest bathroom. 

When he returns, he sees you sitting on your knees on the couch without your bikini bottom but you kept your top. However, that makes him try to hide his smirk before walking up to you and taking off his swim shorts and putting on the protection.

Your eyes trail his body up and down before landing on his member that makes you gulp. The last time you saw him naked, you couldn’t watch him as it was pretty quick and it was in a dark hotel room. Now you can take your time to admire his beautiful body. Without thinking you reach for his member with your hands, you hear him heave a heavy breath that makes you look up to look into his eyes. 

Before you can do something with his cock, he stops you by caressing your cheek “You don’t have to YN” you are about to reason but he puts his index finger on your lips “No. Another time, I want to make you feel good tonight. Let me have you please.” 

Hearing him, you utter “You have me Kook.”

He groans before laying you back down on the couch, and him on top of you, kissing sloppily on your neck that you are sure there will be marks. He pushes his hardness into your core and makes you sigh. You can’t wait anymore so you push him onto the couch so that you can be on top, straddling his lap with your legs on either side of him. Looking at him, you see his surprise in his eyes, giving him a quick peck “What” you giggle “I want to be in charge, if you don’t mind”. 

“I don’t mind” He chuckles as he grabs your hips and places you on his cock. You begin to grind, he exhales slowly, the weight of the breath almost audible. When you finally put him inside of you, you both hum with pleasure.

“You feel so good” you cry out, you continue to adjust and go up and down with your rhythm before you find the extreme pleasure that makes you go a little faster. Also, with his hands squeezing your butt, he helps your movements. Reaching behind you, you release the knot from the bikini top. As the knot came undone, the straps fell away from your shoulders. You let out a sigh of relief, feeling the cool air against your skin.

Jungkook has had his eyes on you since earlier so when he sees your chest being revealed, he was about to choke on his saliva, he gulps. Watching this view from below is not how he thought the night would go. “You are so beautiful.” He tells you. 

You couldn’t respond with him sitting up to take your perky nipples into his mouth and fucking you from below. You release a blissful sound, wrapping your arms around his neck, you hug him as you try to meet his thrusts. 

“I am close” you whisper in ecstasy. “Me too baby” shoving his hips into yours for a minute before you both finish. Jungkook lays back down with you laying onto his chest as you both pant. He kisses your forehead “You are amazing” you look up at him as you say “As you are.”

You both can’t seem to stay away so are your hands. 

Under the cascading shower, the world outside seems to fade away as you and Jungkook find yourselves lost in the moment again. The warmth of the water is nothing compared to the heat between you. With every glance and touch, the attraction becomes undeniable. Jungkook's fingers trace a gentle path along your skin, sending shivers of anticipation through you. Unable to resist, his lips meet yours in a kiss that is both tender and urgent. The kiss deepens as the water envelops you both, amplifying the intimacy of the moment. Hands explore with a mix of tenderness and longing, each touch a silent confession of the feelings you share. In that intimate space, everything else ceases to matter, leaving only the shared warmth and closeness of the two of you.

As the morning comes, the sun shining through the curtains of Jungkook’s room wakes you up. You try to stretch, but it’s hard to move with the man in your arms holding onto you so tightly, as if he’s afraid you might disappear. His breath tickles your neck, his face nestled into the crook of it, and his arm is draped around your waist, pulling you close. 

You smile softly, feeling a mix of warmth and contentment. Carefully, you try to adjust yourself without waking him, but the slight movement causes him to tighten his grip, murmuring something unintelligible in his sleep. You let out a quiet chuckle, finding his sleepy clinginess endearing. 

For a moment, you close your eyes again, savoring the feeling of being wrapped up in his embrace, his steady breathing calming your thoughts. This closeness feels natural, as if you both belong here, in this moment, together.

"Morning," his raspy voice murmurs, pulling you from your thoughts. You open your eyes to find Jungkook gazing at you, his expression soft and sleepy. "Morning, Kook," you reply, a smile spreading across your face at how adorable he looks in the morning.

This is the first time you've seen him like this—waking up next to him, with him nestled in your arms. There's something incredibly peaceful about the moment, as if the world outside doesn’t exist, and it’s just the two of you in this quiet, intimate space. His hair is tousled, his eyes still heavy with sleep, and there's a lazy grin on his lips that makes your heart flutter.

Well you've ended up in bed with Jungkook before, but it was not like this—not this sweet, quiet moment filled with tenderness. This time, there’s no awkwardness, no rush to get up or figure out what comes next. Just the two of you, wrapped up in each other, basking in the warmth of the early morning light streaming through the curtains.

You can't help but think how much you could get used to mornings like this, waking up beside him, feeling his warmth and the comfort of his presence.

“I would like to stay here, but we should get up and eat something. We still need to talk,” you say softly, not wanting to rush him or break the peaceful bubble you’re both in.

Jungkook groans, burying his face deeper into the crook of your neck as he pulls you closer, his grip around your waist tightening. “Just a little more, baby,” he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep and something that sounds almost like reluctance.

His cute, sleepy plea makes you giggle softly, the sound filling the quiet room. You can't resist the way he nuzzles into you, his breath warm against your skin, so you give in with a gentle nod. “Alright,” you whisper, running your fingers through his tousled hair, feeling the soft strands slip between your fingers. “Just a little longer.”

“So”, Jungkook clears his throat, breaking the silence “about what happened between us,” he begins, his voice tentative, searching your face for any hint of how you might be feeling.

After finishing breakfast, you and Jungkook find yourselves back on the couch in his living room. The morning sun filters through the curtains, casting soft, golden light across the room. There's a palpable tension in the air as you sit next to each other, the lingering taste of iced coffee on your lips. Both of you know the conversation that needs to happen, but neither seems eager to start.

You nod, folding your legs under you as you turn to face him. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it a lot. About that night… and what it meant for us.”

He runs a hand through his hair, his eyes avoiding yours for a moment. “I know it was intense. And I know we agreed back then that it was just a one-time thing. But it was more than that, wasn’t it?” 

You bite your lip, remembering how things had changed between you after that night. “It was, Jungkook. It really was. But I think we both needed time to understand what it meant for us individually. I needed to figure out what I wanted, and I guess you did too.”

Jungkook nods, his expression earnest. “I felt the same. It was confusing, and it scared me. I didn’t want to lose you as a friend, but I didn’t know how to handle what was happening between us. That’s why I suggested we take a break from our friendship, to grow and see where we stood on our own.”

You let out a sigh, your shoulders relaxing a little. “I’m glad we did, though. Even if it hurt at the time. I think we both needed that space. It gave us the chance to reflect and figure things out, to understand ourselves better.”

He reaches out, gently taking your hand in his. “I missed you, you know. Every day. But I’m glad we’re here now, having this conversation. It feels like we’re finally being honest with each other, not hiding from what we really feel.”

You squeeze his hand, feeling a wave of emotion wash over you. “I missed you too, Jungkook. More than I thought I would. And I guess… I’m ready to be honest about what I want now.”

He smiles softly, his eyes meeting yours with a newfound openness. “Me too. So, where do we go from here?”

You take a deep breath, considering his question. “I think… We take it one step at a time. No pressure, no expectations. Just seeing where this goes, together.”

Jungkook nods, his smile growing. “I’d like that. I’d really like that.”

As you sit there, hand in hand, Jungkook gently pulls you into his arms, wrapping you in a comforting embrace. You both realize that this new beginning might be just what you needed—a chance to rebuild, grow, and explore what lies ahead together.

“I guess we’ve found our way back to each other after all,” you say with a soft smile, breaking the hug slightly to inch closer to his face. The warmth of his breath on your skin sends a familiar shiver down your spine.

“I think we have,” he hums, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of affection and anticipation. Slowly, he leans in, as Jungkook’s lips meet yours, you both can't help but smile into the kiss. It’s a soft, tender moment filled with warmth and understanding, and you can feel the tension of the past few months melting away. 

His smile grows against your lips, and you can’t help but let out a light laugh, feeling a giddy mix of relief and happiness. The kiss deepens naturally, your smiles lingering as you savor the feeling of being close again, the unspoken promise of a fresh start sealing between you.

Author’s note : And you’ve come to the end of this story !! Hope you guys enjoyed this one, I am pretty satisfied with this story (as being my first), maybe a little too long but I thought that it’s better to have a complete story than letting it be confusing for the lecturers. So if you’ve read it all, thank youuu !

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take your hands off of what you can't control and put your hands on what you can change. — min yoongi

i hope you will never give up. remember there is a person here in korea, in the city of seoul, who understands you. — park jimin

if there is anyone out there who cannot see where they should go from here forth, i urge you to listen to your heart. things may feel a little difficult right now, but somewhere out there, luck and opportunity is waiting for you. i believe that. — kim taehyung

even today i continue to learn new things, so here i stand today with my members, with faith in myself, my members and the world and i hope you also will do the same for yourself and move forward. — jeon jungkook

if any of you feels lost in the face of doubt or uncertainty, or the pressure of starting anew, don't rush. take a deep breath. you may find that any moment can be turned into an opportunity. allow yourself to take it easy. take it one step at a time. — kim seokjin

bts is comfort.

million dollar darling | jeon jungkook

summary: jeon jungkook is well aware of how privileged he is to have been born into the life he was given. it was glamorous and influential yet close-knit and suffocating, something he thought he wanted to escape from. a trip back home to the circle of wealth and snottiness for his best friend’s million dollar wedding has reminded him of all the reasons why he wanted to leave in the first place… and all the reasons he should stay — the main one being you, the spoiled rich girl he knew was utterly perfect for him.

➣ genre/au: jungkook x model!reader [she/her, female anatomy], old money au, smut, plot [soft on the e2l/f2l tropes]

[loosely inspired by ‘crazy rich asians’ movie/book by kevin kwan]

➣19.7k words

warnings: heavy plot. smut. model oc. jk is a wander but he’s really just a rich guy in disguise. oc and jk got heavy tension but good banter. oc is kinda snotty but not really? namjoon x oc [not y/n]. rich, old money snotty bts. sex on a yacht. teasing. foreplay. oral [f and m receiving]. jk goes to town on oc. cunnilingus. unprotected. missionary. oc on top. jk is tatted up in a polo. heavy makeout. breast play. fingering. dirty talk. oc goes down on jk while he’s on the phone with hobi 😭. jk’s villain arc as he slowly turns back into a cocky rich boy hehe. jk gets sex flashbacks at dolce and gabbana

“Come on, it’s my wedding and I want you as my best man. Do it for your best friend.”

The sky had been clear when he landed, a bright blue cloudless sky that resembled the clarity of the sea he had left behind. The air already seemed stiffer and the bleakness of the airport brought his mood down almost immediately.

The only thing to make him somewhat happy to be home was the sight of the person in front of him, a huge grin on his face as he saw him. The man was dressed casual in a pair of sweats and a hoodie but the small details of his watch matched with the luxury car parked outside brought unwelcome attention to Jungkook when people stared.

“I was worried you bailed last minute,” Namjoon said with a grin as he pulled him into a hug, “It’s good to see you.”

“I wouldn’t,” Jungkook reached into the pocket of his oversized black hoodie and slid his face mask off, taking a cigarette and lighting it once they were outside the airport, “It’s been too long without seeing your beautiful face.”

“Yeah, don’t tell Yeonwoo, but I’d marry you if you weren’t such a man,” Namjoon joked, playfully flirting which Jungkook just laughed off.

“Too bad you’re not my type,” Jungkook patted his shoulder apologetically, “Besides, where is the bride?”

“Getting her hair done for tonight,” Namjoon said as they got into a Bentley Mulssane, “Also, please drive, I’m scared.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook scoffed, taking the keys anyway, “If you hate driving so much why buy an expensive car?”

“Yeonwoo liked the color,” Namjoon said as he got in the passenger’s seat of his own car, “Are you staying with your parents? I could still find you an apartment.”

“For a week? Don’t bother, I’m staying at a hotel,” Jungkook said, turning the engine on and driving out.

Namjoon sighed, “So you really are leaving again?”

“Was there ever a doubt I was?” Jungkook asked in surprise.

“Duh, kid. We miss you, you rarely call, you never visit, you barely respond and we know nothing that goes on with you,” Namjoon said, “I thought once you got your fill of life experiences, you’d come back.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything at that, sniffling uncomfortably as he tried switching the subject, “So, who’s my partner?”

This time Namjoon was the one to freeze up, staring out the window with sunglasses on and his jaw locked. With a shy smile, he asked, “Are you gonna bring a date?”

His brows furrowed as he looked at his friend, “Who’s the Maid of Honor?”

Namjoon released a nervous laugh, “Y/n L/n.”

The silence in the car was loud and from the way Jungkook’s jaw tensed and his eyes narrowed, it was easy to see he wasn’t happy about that. You? You were the Maid of Honor and his partner down the aisle?

“You know, her and Yeonwoo are close and Yeonwoo’s always thinking about who looks the best next to her on camera and obviously she’s gonna choose the runway model but listen,” Namjoon could barely catch a breath, “Y/n’s matured more now and she’s going to be there tonight so please be on your best behavior.”

“Tonight? What’s tonight?” Jungkook’s tone was sharper now and Namjoon huffed in annoyance.

“The rehearsal dinner on the pier, it was all in the catalog I sent you,” Namjoon said, “It’s for press. Our parents want to get it on Forbes and Vogue, they want to make it the Wedding of the Year.”

They both laughed at that and Jungkook sighed, “So there’s gonna be cameras?”

“Yeah but don’t worry they won’t focus on you,” Namjoon said with a smirk, “The attention’s going on me.”

When Jungkook pulled up to the hotel he would be staying at for the week, Namjoon left him to settle in with a promise that he would make it tonight so he had no choice not to. A letter from a close friend was sitting on the coffee table and he set his things down to get it.

It was a big envelope with a card and a few things rattling inside that made him curious. Jungkook turned the envelope down so the contents would fall onto his palm and a roll of condoms slipped out.

‘Welcome home buddy, enjoy the penthouse and may all your frustrations come undone — Jung Hoseok.’

The note itself made him scoff in disbelief. His womanizing friend making jokes before they’ve actually reunited. He left the things on the table and left to shower, doing what he could to make himself look presentable for tonight.

Tonight was the beginning of a soon-to-be hectic week of photoshoots, brunches, parties and finally the wedding. You were one of the ones front and center, never taking the limelight from the bride but carrying your own sense of grace that had people turning heads when you walked into a room—or in this case riverwalk.

You vowed to appear your best tonight and opted for a silk, powder blue Prada dress paired with Swarovski crystals on your neck. You did your part as Maid of Honor, directing all attention to your friend, polite smile and gentle assurance when needed in front of a crowd. Yeonwoo found it comical how well you fit into character when you need to.

“The perfect friend,” Yeonwoo joked as you dabbed smeared lip gloss from her lips, “What would I do without you?”

“Oh, I hope you never have to find out,” You said in a gentle voice that feigned innocence and longing. Yeonwoo laughed as she was called toward other people and you let her go as you found the nearest server holding a glass of champagne. You took a glass, turning toward the railing overlooking the shore, tipping your glass back and chugging as much of the drink as possible.

“So this is where the Maid of Honor will be spending her night?” A familiar deep voice spoke up from behind you and a mischievous smile grew on your face. You set the glass down, straightened your posture and turned to him with a soft gaze.

“Now you know that’s not fair, Joon, I’ve been with Yeonwoo most of the night,” you told him, already motioning for another server to give you a glass, completely ignoring the man standing beside him.

“I believe you, darling, now why don’t you come say hi to the Best Man,” Namjoon pushed Jungkook forward who just glared at him in response, “You remember Jeon Jungkook, right?”

“It’s been two years, not ten,” You said, finally looking at Jungkook with a glimmer of annoyance in your eyes, matched by his stare of unamusement.

“Alright well why don’t you two get reacquainted while I search for the gorgeous love of my life,” Namjoon said, making his escape as quick as possible.

“You counted?” Jungkook asked, taking just one step toward you, trying to stop his eyes from trailing down your figure.

“Of course,” You said sarcastically, “I’ve just missed you so.”

He couldn’t stop the roll of his eyes as he turned to the water, “You knew we were partners?”

“Obviously, I know everything,” you said with a scoff that had his tongue pressing against his cheek, clearly annoyed, “Like how you’re staying at one of the Jung’s hotels instead of home. How you plan on leaving still, where you landed, how long you’ve been her—“

“So you’re stalking me?” Jungkook asked, only half joking.

“Don’t you wish,” you laughed, “You’re all over the news.”

His smile dropped. When he had nothing to say, you grew bored and left him behind, making sure to lightly graze your fingers against his arm as you said, “And just remember, you’re the one who despises me, not the other way around.”

With that, you left without looking back and he was left watching the sway of your hips when you walked away.

Money rules the world, even when people want to say it doesn’t. The people who have it are living the dream and the ones who don’t, want the dream. It doesn’t even have to be the luxurious wonders of the world, it could be as little as financial stability or surviving. At the end of the day, it was a Rich Man’s world and this group of individuals were born lucky.

First, the groom: Kim Namjoon. The man with it all, the money, the family, the education, son of millionaires with three hospitals in their name and a line of pharmacies all across the globe.

The bride: soon-to-be, Kim Yeonwoo. The heiress to half a dozen airlines, an airport funded by her family for decades and a beautiful island in her name off the coast.

Kim Seokjin, practically a prince, generations worth of politicians, the highest education and a trust fund worth millions. He was the one you’ll see with the president or in Australia, golfing with men in charge.

Jung Hoseok, the hotel heir to a chain of ten thousand hotels across the globe. He was the one you’ll most likely catch partying in Venice with a princess whose name he couldn’t actually remember—or maybe giving a waitress the night of her life.

Min Yoongi, eldest son of an elite banking firm formed a hundred years ago. He was private about his life, similar to Jungkook, he only came out when he was summoned by one of the others.

Kim Taehyung was wild as Hoseok but more quiet about it. He’ll soon be heir of the billion dollar empire his family built in the Art world of museums and curations and performing arts.

Now, Jungkook’s story was a bit different from the others. His family worked in land development, most of the country being built on the backs of the Jeon’s who brought cities to rural areas and avoided the public’s eye.

They had the kind of old money that everyone knew, even when they tried to stay out of the news.

It was the kind of old money, people could never stop talking about and you understood what that meant most.

There was a mystery to the fortune of your family, it was old money, so old nobody knew where it came from. Some say oil, some claim aristocrats but it was too far back, and too private for any to know. All the public knew were the generous and loving philanthropists and their perfect daughter, the Nation’s Sweetheart, you.

You really were loved by all, the camera, the press, everyone. They all saw the kind, innocent girl in the public’s eye but only a few saw the snotty, spoiled and downright disrespectful side of you that was real.

Where Jungkook craved independence and isolation from his family name, you soaked in it. The attention. The money. The dependence, you were the complete opposite of him and it drew him insane.

One might ask why he was around you if he really did despise you, but for a long time it wasn’t up to him. The group didn’t all become friends one magical night when you compared your family’s net worth.

No, this bond had grown between galas, private academies, horse riding lessons at the country club and family businesses. It was a very elite, classist society where only the ultra rich could really only trust in each other and keep a country afloat off of it.

Do you think Namjoon would have been allowed to marry Yeonwoo if her parents weren’t as rich as they were?

Do you think Seokjin would have married his wife that he met at Oxford if her family hadn’t been international shipping magnates?

It was like a spider web, they were all connected in some way, all controlled and that’s what Jungkook hated.

He loved his friends, truly, but he hated the control. Not a single one of them had real freedom and every little thing they did came with a price and he couldn’t live that way anymore. He understood his own privilege and how lucky he was to grow up in such a way but he knew there was more to life than just that. When he left home for the first time, he didn’t expect to feel so free. It was like a sense of independence he’s not sure any of his friends have felt and now that he’s back he’s reminded once again of how suffocating it all is.

There had to be at least a hundred guests in attendance tonight and he couldn’t find a moment of silence. The suit he wore felt uncomfortable and he hated the way it seemed to confine him, make him more rigid and stiff.

“Please Jungkook, I was only being funny. Did it bother you that much?” Hoseok asked with a tinge of mischief in his voice.

“No,” Jungkook shrugged as he looked around the banquet hall, “I just found it unnecessary.”

“Really? I would’ve assumed the opposite considering you’ll be spending a lot of time with Y/n this week,” Taehyung said with a shrug as the three of them stood off to the side, talking amongst themselves as the guests of the charity banquet focused on your parents who stood on stage making some speech about the importance of giving.

As if on cue, the spotlight turned toward you where you smiled politely and acted shyly for the cameras.

A scoff left his lips as he pulled his gaze away from you, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Hoseok chuckled, “Oh come on man, everyone knows you have a thing for her—you’re really bad at hiding it.”

With a roll of his eyes, Jungkook stepped away from his friends, “You guys don’t know anything.”

He didn’t have a thing for you.

Sure, you’ve known each other for a long time but that means nothing. He’s known them all for a long time and if anything he's made his distaste toward you pretty evident. When you were younger it was only because you were so spoiled and the attention had to always be on you. He hated watching everyone fall for your sweetness and do whatever you asked of them. He almost fell for it himself a couple times but then he would see the way you judged or looked down on people and he just despised you more.

There’s nothing about you that attracts him aside from your looks…

Tonight you were dressed more modestly in a Chanel sweater and skirt set that looked like you would soon be relaxing at the country club. You wore a black headband with a bow on it and satin gloves, looking as polite as ever while you talked to anyone who approached you.

You were the perfect, doting daughter and anyone with eyes could see that.

“So how mad are you?” Yeonwoo asked once you had settled back in your chair next to her and Namjoon. Even Namjoon seemed to listen in on the question, waiting to hear what you would say.

“What do I have to be mad at?” You asked with a tight smile as you reached toward her to fix a slight smudge on her cheek, “ Jungkook?”

“Well, we know you have some sort of disliking toward each other but…” Yeonwoo bit her lip nervously, “Joonie and Jungkook are really close.”

“We know you two don’t like each other but you should have expected this, right?” Namjoon chuckled nervously, “You’re both our best friends and…”

“Am I saying anything?” You asked.

They shared a look with each other, “I guess not.”

You smiled, “Okay, then let’s just make sure everything runs smoothly this week.”

You did in fact feel a type of way about Jeon Jungkook but you weren’t going to admit that right now surrounded by so many people always lingering around trying to listen. You’ve learned to be very careful about how you act in public and there’s no way your friends will get you to act out by asking about him.

Jungkook was not someone you wished to exhort so much energy on. He wasn’t worth anything to you and despite how many years you’ve known him, you’ve never wished to get to know him. You don’t care where he goes when he’s not home or who he talks to, nor what he does. He doesn’t cross your mind at all through your normal day to day and you surely weren’t going to let him in this week. All he has going for him is his money and his looks.

Ever since you learned he would be the Best Man you thought about what that would mean and accepted that he would be the one to walk with you down the aisle. Despite not being happy about it, you managed to hide your resentment quite well.

You know how he feels about you and over time that’s made you develop a disliking toward him which you find only fair. He might dislike you for being spoiled but you dislike him for being so entitled.

For some reason, he thinks distancing himself from this life means he’s better than everyone else and you hate that. He thinks that by moving away and making his own money suddenly makes him different than the rest of you but that’s not true. He just wants to act like he’s self made so he can feel superior to all of you trust fund babies and that is what annoyed you.

After some time third wheeling, you were getting tired and slightly annoyed watching the couple act lovey dovey. You hated couples, they grossed you out even if they were your best friends.

“Mind if I keep you company? You look like you need it.”

With a furrow in your brows, you turned to face the person who felt the need to whisper in your ear and get close to you without permission. A smile spread across your lips at the man standing directly behind you, his arm draping over your front and hugging you.

“Hello, darling, I’ve missed you,” Jimin’s voice was soft yet sultry and you gave each other kisses on the cheek in greeting as he moved to the empty seat beside you.

“I didn’t realize you were back,” You said to him, “How was Paris?”

He released a sigh, “Oh the usual, shopping… a few events here and there.”

“Mhm, and when’d you get back?” You asked, now intrigued by his presence.

“Just last night. I was planning on visiting you earlier but things came up,” Jimin said, adjusting the Swiss watch on his wrist, admiring the shine, “What has happened since I was gone?”

“Oh God, he’s back,” Hoseok rolled his eyes from across the room, “I ran into him in Marseille the other day and the guy wanted to act like he didn’t know me.”

“He’s been insufferable since Uni,” Taehyung muttered under his breath, “I don’t understand why Y/n puts up with him.”

“Who?” Jungkook asked, only half curious. He hadn’t been paying attention until he heard your name and his reason for hearing it was purely coincidental.

“Park Jimin,” Hoseok clarified, making Jungkook look closer at the man who sat very close to you, making you smile and touch his arms when you spoke.

“Am I supposed to know who that is?” Jungkook seemed indifferent as he looked down at his glass of champagne, trying to resist the urge to look back at you.

“Not at all,” Taehyung said, “He’s just some guy we went to Uni with here. I don’t know how he met Y/n though, probably at some shitty party but he’s nobody that matters.”

Well… Park Jimin was the son of starlets. His great grandmother, his grandmother was an actress, his mother was an actress and he’s been in a few independent films here and there. He spends most of his time sailing on yachts or speaking of the Cannes Film Festival. He’s insanely rich, but he’s still not rich enough despite his accumulated generational wealth.

Unlike Jungkook’s wealth which held actual value especially in real estate, Jimin’s just didn’t compare to his or any of his friends for that matter. So why did you seem captivated by him?

He is aware he shouldn’t think this way, it’s only him reverting back to his old self which was all arrogance and entitlement. He shouldn’t think about how much wealthier he was compared to Jimin.

Unfortunately, Jungkook couldn’t seem to drag his gaze away from the pair as he tipped his champagne glass back, liquid pouring down his throat.

“Do you think she’ll take him to the wedding? I doubt Namjoon or Yeonwoo would ever invite him themselves,” Hoseok said and the three seemed like a group of gossips, the way they huddled around each other.

In Jungkook’s defense, he was barely listening to his friends. He was too busy watching the interaction happening not far from where he stood, eyes narrowed trying to understand what was happening.

First, he didn’t like you. He found you unbearable and you were the epitome of everything he hated about the High Society he had been raised in.

Second, he was only looking because you were next to his best friends. Maybe he wanted to see how in love Namjoon and Yeonwoo were but he couldn’t see because of you and your… friend.

Third, he wanted to know how you managed to stand out in your outfit despite the room being filled with people in extravagant clothes.

“I’m not sure, actually, rumors say she might,” Taehyung said and Jungkook couldn’t help but look over.

“What?”

“We’re just wondering if the Maid of Honor would bring her little boy toy to the wedding,” Hoseok said, looking at Jungkook as his jaw tensed, “What do you think?”

“I don’t care if Y/n brings anyone, we’re just dates for the pictures and ceremony,” Jungkook said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“So are you going to take a date too then?” Taehyung asked.

“Maybe,” Jungkook said as a server came around holding a tray of champagne glasses and he switched his empty one out for a full one. He didn’t bother to look back at his friends as he began walking away, “I’ll be back.”

“It’s so hard for him to act like he doesn’t care.”

“Kook! Come here, man,” Namjoon said with a wide grin as he saw his best friend walking by them. Jungkook didn’t bother glancing down at you as he greeted his friend.

“Kooky, I haven’t seen you all night,” Yeonwoo stood up to hug him, “Please don’t seduce my future husband, everyone has already RSVP’d.”

“Oh Yeonie,” Jungkook softly caressed her cheek, tipping her chin up to look at him, “If I wanted him, I would have had him by now.”

“Joon!” Yeonwoo whined clinging to Namjoon who just winked at Jungkook, further amplifying his fiancé’s feigned sobs. Jungkook smiled watching her squirm and without him meaning to, he let his gaze fall toward you.

“Y/n.”

You met his intense stare with your own and you could hear Jimin say he was going to get a drink but you didn’t look at him. You looked down at what Jungkook was wearing—a plain black Prada suit, how boring. “Jungkook.”

“Is that who you’re bringing to the wedding?” Jungkook asked, looking back at the infamous Park Jimin who stood with Taehyung and Hoseok, all three of them pretending to enjoy each other’s company.

“Maybe, we do get along very well,” you said with a sly smile as you stood up, not yet reaching Jungkook’s height but he didn’t intimidate you, “Is that a problem?

“No,” Jungkook said, voice low and deep, “I was just curious.”

“And why were you curious?” You asked, a mocking tone in your voice that he didn’t like, “Do tell me, how often are you curious about what I do?”

A scoff left his lips as he looked away from you first, “It was just a question, don’t get ahead of yourself and think you matter to me more than you do.”

An evident pout appeared on your lips and for a second his expression changed with worry but the moment was fleeting. You just laughed [giggled, actually] and with a gentle touch to his arm, said, “No need to lie to yourself.”

His eyes narrowed, anger bubbling up inside him when he heard a shutter of cameras going off, flash in his face and without thinking, he took your hand in his and left.

“If you plan on kidnapping me, it won’t work,” You said teasingly as you left to some dark corner behind large pillars.

“I’m not going to put up with a week of your games,” Jungkook said as he let go of your hand, missing the way your eyes fell to the black ink on his knuckles—something you had never noticed before, not even on the yacht when it was dark out.

“Then stop playing into them,” you said with a laugh, “If I drive you crazy, why bother talking to me at all? I think we’re both very capable of ignoring each other enough to not have to say a single word.”

“What I mean is, you can put on this act of yours for the cameras but don’t drag me into it,” Jungkook told you, ignoring the idea you had thrown out there. He was referring to your strange smiles and touches you give him when in the public.

“I’m not dragging you into anything,” You rolled your eyes, “And you seem to forget all eyes have been on you since you got back—heir to the Jeon Corporation. What do you think people will say when they find out you dragged me out here all alone? The Big, Bad & Rebellious Jeon Jungkook and The Nation’s Sweetheart, me.”

His eyes shut with a hint of anger that he tried to subdue, “Sweetheart?”

“That’s what I said,” you smiled sweetly to prove your point making him scoff.

“You’re not a sweetheart, you’re a spoiled brat,” Jungkook said, looking down at you in your pretty clothes with your pretty jewelry and your pretty face.

“Nice of you to finally notice,” you said bitterly and with a roll of your eyes, you pushed into his shoulder on purpose as you walked past him, “But we’re all the same, aren’t we? Just some of us like to act all high and mighty because you leave home craving independence, ignoring your privilege to seem like better people.”

Jungkook felt the jab of your words but he let you walk past him without a rebuttal.

With a sense of frustration, he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to collect himself to rejoin High Society and finish the night with his head held high.

When Jungkook left his hotel the day of the Bachelor Party, he hadn’t been sure what to expect. Hoseok had done most of the planning for it since he had been abroad and when it comes to Hobi, you never know what to expect. It was almost two days of festivities and it was only toward the end that everyone would separate into their respective groups. That meant that once again he was forced into the same place as you.

The yacht sailed toward the private island the events would be at and as big as it was, he couldn’t escape you. There were the main group of friends that were always together and a few added guests, mostly Yeonwoo’s friends. Hoseok had already been hyping up the party tonight more than anything and everytime Namjoon would grow more worried. He didn’t need a big party thrown by his notorious womanizing friend.

“So what do the girls have planned?” Jungkook asked Namjoon as they sat at a table, looking at everyone aboard. Some people wore little clothing, others casual clothes, you wore something in between. It was casual yet attractive.

“ I don’t know, something probably calmer than what Hobi’s got for us,” Namjoon said but his friend had tuned him out after the first part, “Y/n planned it all and leant us the Yacht for the guests.”

“The yacht?” Jungkook asked, looking around at the luxury super yacht.

“14.7 million dollar yacht for Y/n’s birthday last year,” Namjoon explained to Jungkook, “She wanted a Booze Cruise.”

Jungkook couldn’t help but scoff, “So Y/n got a yacht?”

“It comes in handy, doesn’t it?” A soft voice spoke from behind him and his breath hitched. You looked over to Namjoon, “Yeonie is looking for you.”

“The wife calls,” Namjoon said with a cheesy smile as he left you two behind.

“So, are you ready to go party with Hobi tonight?” You asked with a laugh, “I heard he’s got some former Miss Universe models coming in.”

“Oh, fun,” Jungkook said, slightly sarcastic.

“Kook, you’re not old enough to not like partying with models,” You teased making him look over at you. For a moment he wondered if what you said had a double meaning considering you were a model but he didn’t want to speak up about it.

“I’m sorry, I’m not a party animal,” Jungkook said truthfully, only a hint of joking as he looked around at the packed floor, “I think even this is too much.”

“Wow, how could you be a former Socialite if you don’t like partying?” You asked, “Is it all that time in the jungle or desert you spent alone that changed you?”

Jungkook could hear the sarcasm in your tone but he knew it wasn’t in an offensive way. He had backpacked to a small village in Indonesia for a few weeks before leaving to Nevada or Dubai—and he hated that you knew it all. He enjoyed traveling alone and experiencing things alone; he doesn’t need parties with too loud of music or too many drunks. He’s like Namjoon, they want to celebrate with their small group of friends rather than a party full of strangers who don’t even know what the occasion is.

“It might’ve,” Jungkook said, clearing his throat and checked the time.

You didn’t say much else after that and he got the impression that you grew bored talking to him. He looked at you still waiting to see if you would say something else but instead, you just looked off into the distance, not bothering to hide the sudden boredom you must have felt.

He’s sure he could have found something else to say to you but it was no use when he could see you beginning to slip away when you looked down at your cellphone with a bright smile. You didn’t utter out a goodbye as you left him behind to answer your phone, “Chimmy, I’ve missed you. How’s Morocco?”

“Warm,” Jimin said, “I’ve just finished a shoot and I believe I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Oh I won’t be home, remember?” You said as the final thing Jungkook was able to hear from you before you walked away.

Jungkook couldn’t help but look after you, thinking about who might’ve called you and how things were handled and he had to be honest, he was curious. He wasn’t attracted to you but he found you attractive… He thought you were charming and charismatic but not enough for him to want you, maybe…

The two of you just seem so different. He’s seen as the Black Sheep of the group, not because he’s not wealthy or attractive but because his past decisions have apparently been awful ones.

He was never one for parties so he wasn’t wild and defiant. He did make a declaration to leave all the money behind and pursue his dreams—something rich people were not allowed to do. Especially not if you were next in line to inherit it all like Jungkook was.

You are more free than he is and yet you like being in your bubble. You like the glamor and the responsibilities because unlike him, you know how to play both sides. Do your parents care that you’re out wasted at European raves or sailing on your yacht with a foreign prince? No, why? Because you know how to act like the innocent, perfect princess you’re supposed to be.

Jungkook can’t pretend that well. He can’t hide his tattoos or piercings or signs of nonconformity.

So, yes, he finds you attractive but he can’t let himself fall for you when he thinks you’re too different from each other. It just doesn’t stop his brain from thinking about you though.

“Have you seen Y/n?” Jungkook asked Taehyung who had been sandwiched between two women he couldn’t name.

Taehyung, evidently drunk, shook his head no, “Are you ready to confess your undying love for her?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, scoffing as he said, “Fuck off.”

All Taehyung did was laugh, making the girls he had his arms around laugh too and Jungkook left feeling annoyed. He was just curious to know where you were, that’s all. Namjoon and Yeonwoo are busy making their rounds, greeting and thanking everyone on the boat and his other friends were off doing their own things. He’s already spent too much time sulking by the railing, staring down at the dark blue water that he can’t take it anymore. He doesn’t want to drink to the point that he’s drunk so really, his last hope is you.

“Have you seen Y/n?” Jungkook asked as he went to the rooftop where Hoseok was sitting in a hot tub full of strangers. Hoseok looked like such an asshole [something Jungkook had permission to say] with his designer sunglasses and Vacheron Constantin watch, just barely above the water surface.

Hoseok barely glanced his way as he said, “I don’t know, check downstairs.”

That was all Jungkook needed to know before he was heading down to find you. It took a while of asking any person he passed by, where you might be and through all this, he couldn’t remember why he was looking for you in the first place.

He had no idea where he was going, he just found himself walking down what felt like endless corridors of rooms, following the directions of whatever housekeeper he could find. The boat really was big, and he couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that this was a simple birthday present.

“Now, who do we have here?” You looked down the empty hallway toward the man in front of you. It pained you to see just how attractive Jeon Jungkook really was.

You have to admit, he really knows how to dress for occasions. The rare times he’s photographed in some news article, he’s dressed casually, clearly trying to hide from the public eye but now that he’s back it seems his fashion has picked up. He wore a striped black flannel Dolce & Gabbana shirt tucked into cream colored slacks, and matching velvet black slippers from their newest collection.

“I’m just… wandering,” Jungkook cleared his throat, whatever excuse he had made up earlier, completely out of mind, “What happened to your dress?”

A large red stain adorned the front of your pink dress from the chest down your torso. You looked down at the stain with a roll of your eyes, “Some stupid bitch worker. She’s off the boat tomorrow.”

Jungkook widened his eyes, feeling you brush past him and down the hall, “So you’re firing someone for spilling a drink?”

“Um, this is Valento? Do you know how hard it is to get rid of a stain like this?” You asked with a slight scoff as you went to the door straight at the end, pushing your key card in to open it, “It took the dry cleaners ages last time.”

“I didn’t take you as an Outfit Repeater to be worrying about things like that,” he stopped at the door, already looking around at what was evidently the master cabin. The water out the windows was a dark, midnight blue and it reflected into the room of silver and gray. It had a walk-in closet, and king sized bed with a view of the open water and a private deck. He didn’t dare go in and put himself in personal quarters with you.

You gasped, stopping your movements of rummaging through your closet to say, “I am an environmentalist.”

He couldn’t tell if you were being serious or not and he had to fight back a grin at how un-woke you sounded considering you were ruining the planet with a private yacht of this size.

You pulled out an off-white dress, a Jaquemus piece, ‘La Robe Artichaut’, “Ugh, after this week, I am firing a lot of people.”

“What happened this time?” Jungkook asked, leaning against the doorframe watching you, waiting for you to kick him out but you just went toward the windows overlooking the dark blue ocean. As much as you claimed to not get along, you talked like old friends.

You reached your hands toward your back, attempting to undo the back of your dress on your own, “I told my assistant not to pack anything close to white and she packs this dress? I swear people can’t do anything right.”

“If people ask just say you’re supposed to match me,” Jungkook said referring to his slacks, “Yeonie won’t be mad her Maid of Honor is wearing off-white.”

“I guess,” you sighed, letting go of your dress and not bothering to look back at him as you said, “Undo the back.”

Jungkook stood silently at the door, staring at you with dark eyes. The fabric of your dress was thin and soft to the touch—he could just tell with the way your figure had so effortlessly shaped the dress. It is a real pity you had to change out of it, he’ll admit that, but now he’s been asked—no, demanded—to help you to take it off.

He has no idea why you think you could just boss him around but this seems to have always been the case. The two of you were never close in the past but the very few times you would run into each other… as much as he hated it, there was always some sort of tension there.

With your back to him, you hadn’t seen the way he silently made his way across the room, shutting the door behind him as he went right to you. You could sense his presence behind you, see his reflection in the dark window and feel his rough fingers brush against your back.

“I meant to tell you, I like your shoes,” You said casually, his fingers beginning to work the knot that tied the ribbon of your dress, “My friend wore them in Paris just a week ago.”

“Friend?” Jungkook raised a brow curiously, his eyes trained slowly on the ribbon he was ever so slowly pulling loose. His gaze shifted to your reflection in the window as he pulled a little rougher than earlier, “Is this the one you’re always running off on the phone with?”

“You mean Park Jimin?” You asked, not bothering to react at all to his roughness or his speed, “Yes, him.”

You could feel Jungkook’s deep exhale as he pulled it as loose as he could while still being appropriate, “Are you seeing him?”

A mischievous smile couldn’t help but make its way to your face as you turned to face him, holding your arms around yourself modestly, “Is that what you wanted to talk about all along? You could have asked me earlier instead of spending who knows how long looking for me.”

He had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself agreeing with you, and with a tense jaw he asked again, “Well, are you?”

“I’m going to get changed,” you motioned toward the door, telling him to leave, “Unless you want to help me with that too.”

A scoff left his lips as he took a step back, annoyed that you wouldn’t just answer his question and annoyed he even cared enough to ask. What did it matter to Jungkook if you took a date? He wasn’t in a relationship with you and he barely considered you a friend.

When he wasn’t here and he was traveling, he was perfectly fine not knowing a thing about you aside from whatever article or magazine you appeared in. Why now that he returns and he sees how… glamorously beautiful you are, is he curious about you?

“And just so we’re clear, no, I’m not seeing Jimin,” You told him as he walked toward the door, stopping midway to listen to you, “Because I know it would make you jealous.”

To be honest, you didn’t think he would actually be jealous, it’s just a joke. Something about you just gets under Jungkook’s skin and it wants you to push his buttons that much more. As obvious as it was that he wasn’t at all amused by your sweetness, it was your arrogant charm that seemed to get him every time.

You knew you were beautiful, you knew you had every right to be arrogant and as much as Jungkook could deny he’s attracted to you at all, it’s very noticeable. You’ve never been told no a day in your life. You’ve never been rejected either and you know Jungkook wouldn’t dare reject you if you actually went for it.

Despite how vocal he is about his distaste toward you, you can’t help but still get giddy in his presence. You just want to rile him up and know that he’s attainable to you. You’ve always had a thing for him, he was an absolute gorgeous man and he was wealthy, extremely wealthy. He was educated and had class but at the same time he was rugged and intimidating. You’ve seen the small glimpses of ink on his knuckles and you just know that under all his long sleeves, he had more to show.

Whether you felt seriously for him or if you just figured it’s a spur of the moment situation, you want him.

“Jealous?” Jungkook attempted to scoff but the word caught in his throat with some truth to it, “Why would I be jealous?”

“I don’t know,” You shrugged, sliding the strap of your down your shoulder, “Because then you would have to share my attention with someone else.”

Jungkook knows he should leave. You had asked him to leave yet you kept going back and forth, and it was stopping him from doing so.

He should go.

He needs to go before he does or say something he’ll regret.

If he caves in to your taunts then he’ll be disappointed in himself, like part of him was allowing his return to his old lifestyle of luxury and privilege.

“Y/n, you always say things you don’t know,” Jungkook asked you with a deep voice that had you smiling, practically feeling him give in. His gaze was dark and there was no hiding the growing tension, “And you must think you’re real cute trying to act out now that we’re alone.”

“No, I know I am,” you said, not backing away from the eye contact. “And you know it too.”

“I don’t,” Jungkook loomed over you, eyes tracing down the curve of your nose and to the slight part in your lips, “I think… I think you’re…”

You blinked up at him, “Well say it, or are you too busy thinking about kissing me?”

An annoyed huff left his lips as one of his hands pulled you toward him at your waist and the other tilted your chin up until his lips were grazing over yours. You reached toward him, making the first real press of your mouths together and there was no use in acting like he hadn’t been in fact thinking about kissing you.

Jungkook let his eyes fall shut as yours did and he pulled you closer into his chest with the hand on your jaw sliding down toward the curve of your neck, making sure you didn’t pull away just yet. You kept up with the pace he had set of slow yet hungry kisses, pulling on your lips or letting his tongue slide against yours tenderly.

“Well?” You gasped feeling his soft lips kiss along your jaw, his soft black hair brushing against your face, a light scent of his shampoo or cologne that left you feeling intoxicated. The hand he had on your waist tightened at your words, pulling away with a quiet grunt, he looked you in the eye.

“Don’t ask me any more questions,” Jungkook groaned, the taste of your lips still on his tongue and there was a light sheen of gloss coating his lips from yours.

It’s shameful for him to admit how easy it was for you to break him down into every other man who seems to fall at your feet when given the chance. This is exactly what he didn’t want and now he’s pulling the godforsaken stained dress he undid and watching it slip down your body, revealing your naked form to his hungry eyes.

Above your bedroom was a deck filled with people celebrating the soon-to-be newlyweds while the Best Man and Maid of Honor are in the master cabin, half undressed, and stumbling onto the bed.

Jungkook was gentle but firm, he wasted no time popping the buttons of his shirt open, exposing the toned muscles of his body and the ink covering most of his arm. Your eyes scanned the markings, surprise and wonder evident on your face with how well he managed to hide how much he’s gotten done since he left.

“Surprised?” Jungkook asked, eyes low when your hands ran over his slacks, pulling at his belt and nails lightly scratching at his abdomen. His voice dripped with arousal when you sat up from beneath him, pressing light butterfly kisses to his abs and tattoos.

“You always surprise me,” You admitted, not as teasing as before but with a hint of playfulness still there. You looked up from his chest, the height of your sitting form and his standing one looked endless as he towered over you. “For instance, I didn’t think it would be this easy to get you in my bed.”

You kissed along his neck now, sitting on your knees to reach him better and nipping at his sensitive spots. His hand tightened around the neck of your head, not pulling your hair but definitely getting your eyes on his, “Why do your words sound so dirty when you say them so… “

Jungkook couldn’t even finish his sentence before succumbing to you once more and kissing your lips. With little force applied, he was laying you back down on the bed with his tattooed and muscular body just melting into yours effortlessly. With one hand on your neck and the other sliding down to the curve of your thigh, it felt like he was all over you.

“Let’s take this off you,” Jungkook murmured between kisses down your neck as he began to finally take off the ruined dress that had been in his way since you got him to undo it in the first place, “You’ve been teasing me with this since earlier.”

“Maybe because I wanted to see you get worked up,” you sighed as you made yourself comfortable on the king side bed, your body slowly unveiled to his hungry eyes. Once he had pulled the dress off you completely and threw it to the side, sitting up between your spread legs and staring.

Jungkook didn’t bother with discreteness as he eyed down your naked body still in shock that he was seeing it before him. Your breasts were on full display and the only piece of fabric hiding you was a thin lace underwear that felt so nimble and soft under his fingertips, so easy for him to just tear off of you. You looked gorgeous laying so pliantly underneath him and he couldn’t help but let his hands slide down from your bent knees to your inner thighs.

“Did it work?” You asked just above a whisper as he hovered over you, leaving needy kisses between your breasts while he tugged at the hem of your panties until he was sliding them down your legs.

“It really fucking worked,” Jungkook groaned as he cupped your boobs in his hands, letting his tongue lick at your pert nipples and feeling the way they stiffened underneath him. Your hands went to his hair, legs nearly wrapping around his torso when you felt his teeth lightly press into your nipple, sucking and tugging when needed.

His kisses began to run down toward your navel with his hands replacing his lips and kneading your breasts in the palm of them while he moved down to lay between your legs, “I want a taste, pretty girl.”

“Then get one,” you said in a whiny tone that had his big rounded eyes turning to look at you with surprise. A knowing smirk falling on his lips as he lifted your knees and pulled your thighs apart as far as they could go until he was eye level with your pretty cunt. Jungkook was never one to stop and tease when he needed sex, he had a tendency to get a little rough and take what he wants but it’s so hard to move it along when he’s met with the sight of you laying so pretty for him. He could tell your patience was running thin with how long he was taking to do anything and just before he felt you close to snapping at him, he leaned into you.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped in surprise with the sudden swipe at your clit by Jungkook’a flattened, long tongue and you’ll admit it caused goosebumps to form on your skin. You couldn’t see the way he smiled as his hands circled around your thighs, repeating his teasing flick of his tongue, feeling the way your folds began to react to him.

He felt your fingers run through his soft hair for anchor and for some reason that slight grip you had on him had his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he let himself get lost in the taste of your pussy. No longer up for any sense of teasing, Jungkook lets his mouth fall open, kissing your wet heat with his tongue pressing between your folds and finding your clit. Your hips were slowly bucking into his face, showing him just how much you liked his tongue and he knew just what to do to have you coming undone underneath him.

He sucked your clit into his mouth, his lips wrapped around the hard bud while his tongue swiped against the tip of it. He began a repetition of that and grazing his teeth ever so softly against your sensitive folds knowing he found your weak spot when he sucked your labia into his mouth and had your soft moans filling the cabin.

“Jungkook,” you moaned softly, fingers tugging at his hair roughly, “Oh god.”

He didn’t dare pull his mouth off you to give you a response and instead let his actions grow rougher. He unwrapped a hand from around your thigh and slipped it down to your pussy where he let his finger begin to draw patterns into your labia, so close to your entrance that he could feel your arousal quite literally leak out of you.

Your body was filled by pleasure that Jungkook was bringing you and you couldn’t help but bring your free hand to your neglected chest, trying to fill the void that Jungkook’s hand had left as you groped your breasts. Jungkook looked up completely enamored with the way you played with yourself while he ate you out and without any second thoughts, he pressed his long middle finger into your waiting cunt.

“That’s it,” he whispered, pressing a light kiss along your pelvis, “Cum for me, darling.”

“Jungkook,” you whined as he pushed a second finger in, hooking them upwardward just past your pubic bone and finding that soft, spongy spot with ease. With the way your walls fluttered around his fingers, he knew you were close and all it took was his lips around your clit while thrusting into that pleasure spot of yours, for you to wrap your legs around his shoulders and shake with release, “Oh my god.”

“Mm,” Jungkook groaned with pleasure, feeling your arousal flood his fingers in your release. He looked down at his wet hand, bringing it to his lips where he licked off the release that threatened to drip down his forearm, “Sweet.”

You looked like a mess trying to catch your breath and come to understand what had just happened between you to think too long about the fact that he was pressing his fingers into your waiting mouth till you licked your own release off him. He lifted a brow as your tongue circled around his fingers while sucking on them with your cheeks hollowed in. It had his breath hitching, trying to pull his fingers back out before he came just from that and began to pull at his own pants.

“Condom?” He asked in an unusually low and raspy tone. You blinked, “It’s fine, I’m on the pill.”

He didn’t press for more as he kicked his slacks and briefs off, hard cock pointed up stiffly. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from it. You wanted to wrap your lips around him and take him deep in your mouth because his dick was surprisingly so fucking pretty you just needed it desperately.

With your mind decided, you attempted to sit up when he pushed you back down, cock in his hand as he gave himself a couple strokes to relieve some tension and pulled your legs apart, “I need you now.”

“Impatient, are we?” You asked with a laugh, making yourself relax when you felt his cock head brush against your exposed clit. Jungkook wasn’t paying attention to what you said as much as he was to the way his mushroom tip fit perfectly between your folds.

A soft gasp left your lips as he pushed it against your clit, playing with your labia and letting the clear liquid that dripped out of his tip, coat your clit.

“Fuck,” Jungkook took a deep breath as his cock nearly slipped inside of you, playing with your earlier release to cover his length in it, “Such a pretty pussy.”

With an annoyed roll of your eyes, you grew tired of his teasing and with a quick hook of your leg around his slim waist, you pushed his cock into you eliciting a deep groan [almost growl] to slip from his lips, “Fucking hell, Y/n.”

“You were taking too long,” you moaned, legs falling back again as you tried to ease the slight pain that came from his thick member entering your tight walls. Jungkook’s hair was brushing against your face as he looked down at the way you took him in, “I was trying to be gentle.”

“Did I ask you to be?” You asked with a scoff. Jungkook rolled his eyes, spreading his legs further apart and digging his knees into the bed for support as he covered you with his body, laying down to plant a quick kiss to your lips. “Brat.”

“Jeon Jungkook,” your manicured nails traced down his back until your hands were under his thighs as if ready to make him move on your own, “Are you going to fuck me yet?”

He couldn’t help but scoff in disbelief, an amused smile on his face and without saying a word, he pulled out until on his tip was past your ring of nerves, and suddenly pushed back in. Your lips fell open in a silent gasp as your eyes locked with his and he smirked.

“You need it that bad?” Jungkook asked as he pulled your legs up, pressing them toward your chest and holding them down with his arms as he kissed your neck, dragging his cock back out, “How bad?”

“Jungkook,” you groaned, trying to move your hips but in this position it was useless, “Start moving.”

“Make me,” he kissed the tip of your nose, slowly sliding himself back in just a little. You rolled your eyes, moving your hand to hide your face as you felt yourself getting annoyed.

Jungkook was smiling like this was all just so amusing to him and with his lip pulled between his teeth, he thrusted in with little restraint, starting a slow yet steady rhythm, “Don’t hide your face, darling. I wanna see the Y/n L/n moaning for me.”

“Fuck you,” you shook your head feeling your pussy tighten around him with your legs pulled to your chest unable to escape his thrusts that were becoming more rough by the second.

“Come on darling, you can do it,” Jungkook groaned, feeling like he was on cloud 9 from the way your pussy took him in. He doesn’t know how to explain it but he felt really fucking good right now. He’s not sure if it’s that he hasn’t had sex in a while, or if it had something to do with the fact that it was you, but he was fucking you with all his energy, letting himself relax and just feel good in the moment.

“Jungkook,” you moaned his name, hand slipping from your face so you could wrap it around his neck, “Kiss me.”

“Kiss?” He asked, out of breath as his rhythm faltered and without thinking, he let go of your legs and let them fall back onto the bed as he tilted your chin up with a hand to kiss you. He set his other hand down on the bed for support, getting lost between your lips and your tight pussy.

Jungkook’s tongue licked against yours swallowing your moans, “Y/n, it’s s’good.”

“Mhm,” you circled your legs around him, “Fuck.”

Jungkook kissed down your neck, hands sneaking down to your waist and with one swift movement, rolled onto his back with you on top. He needed a change of pace because if he kept going, he would cum sooner than he wanted to and he needed you to cum one more time for him so if that meant letting you get in top, he would.

And it had been such a good idea because the sight of you sitting on his cock, leaning back and placing your hands on his thighs instead of chest, made him more excited. Your knees dug into the bed and with your fingers scratching at his muscular thighs and raised your hips, lifting yourself off his cock before plunging him back in.

“Fucking hell,” Jungkook groaned throwing his head back into the pillows, a hand on your hip but not daring to take control, “That’s it darling, fuck yourself on my cock.”

“Jungkook,” the new position was having him reach newer parts inside you that had your thighs shaking, “I’m so close.”

“Take it,” Jungkook growled, holding you in place as he dug his feet into the mattress and began to fuck up into you, “Take my fucking dick, fuck.”

“Oh my god,” you fell forward, hands scratching at his chest, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten, “I—I can’t. Jungkook, baby, oh my—“

“Take it,” he groaned, grabbing your hips harshly and moving once again so he was on top, thrusting into you despite how hard it was getting to pull out of your tight walls, “Take it.”

“I—I,” your lips fell open in a loud cry, pinching his biceps for stability, and felt your walls come undone. For the second time in less than hour, your orgasm hit you hard. Jungkook released a string of grunts, feeling your pussy convulse around him and his cock was greeted with a flood of warmth that had his legs shaking, trying to support him but he couldn’t take it. He barely had time to slip out before he was letting go, his cum dribbling down to your thighs as he let out one final moan of your name.

His body seemed to collapse down next to yours, panting and out of breath, “Fuck.”

The two of you were a mess, sweaty and sore and all you wanted to do was lay down and possibly sleep but where you were did not go past you unnoticed. You searched around for your cellphone, knowing you set it down somewhere before trying to change and found it on your nightstand with six missed calls from the Bride-To-Be.

Jungkook took a deep breath, sitting up and looking down at the mess the two of you made on the bed. He got up, not bothering with covering himself up as he found a towel and tried cleaning himself off with it while you got on your phone.

“Duty calls,” you joked with a sigh as he came to your side and began to wipe down your thighs. Yeonwoo sent you a dozen messages talking about a midlife crisis of some sorts. You sat up carefully, thanking him for handing you your robe and you slipped it on.

“What happened?” Jungkook asked with an awkward clear of his throat as he began putting on his clothes again. He’ll admit he was taking his time getting dressed and you left to the bathroom to freshen up.

“I don’t know, something with the gift boxes for everyone. I think Yeonie’s assistant forgot them,” you told him as you found new underwear to wear, making sure you were cleaned before putting them on. You left the door to the bathroom open to talk to him but you still changed into the white Jacquemus dress from earlier.

You walked up to him and he got the memo about zipping your back up and this time he couldn’t help but lean down to press a kiss to your shoulder blade, “Are you going up yet?”

“I’m gonna touch up my makeup first,” you told him honestly, “You go ahead.”

When Jungkook reached upstairs again, finding the party just as he left it earlier, it’s like nobody noticed he had even left for so long. They were all too focused on your new dress — which Yeonwoo absolutely adored on you. He found a glass of champagne and tried to escape from the swarm of people trying to hold a conversation with him when he wasn’t thinking clearly at all.

Unfortunately for the two of you, the matching off-white shade of your clothing and the sudden mark on his neck wasn’t lost on anyone else. Soon, pictures from every angle possible would paint a story neither of you wanted.

There was a sense of guilt that came with disassociating yourself from your best friend’s wedding plans. Jungkook could barely remember what they had done once they got to the island after a surprising night of visiting your cabin.

He hasn’t had an actual conversation with you since that night and he has to be honest and say, he barely remembers the actual wedding. He hadn’t seen you since the yacht before being dragged away by Hoseok the following day to do some activities for Namjoon’s groomsmen. You had gone to do your Maid of Honor duties and he’s felt out-of-loop since.

The entire day had been packed with things to do and he’s aware he looked dashing in every photo the photographers took of him in his 12,000$ Kiton suit. The matching suits they all wore made the groomsmen look classy and cohesive while the Balmain dresses the bridesmaids wore made them elegant and surreal—well at least for you.

That’s what he thinks is the problem.

His best friends got married and yet all he was able to think about was you. It didn’t help that despite the wedding being on a private island, there was still press everywhere, capturing every angle of this beautiful matrimony between nepo babies.

The reception had been filled with various questions from various interviewers that left all your shared friends staring at you suspiciously—especially when questions of the hickey on his neck came forward.

As awful as it sounded considering the 46 million dollar wedding in the mountains of an island was stunning, he could barely remember half of what hadn’t been photographed. He left the day after the wedding with an excuse that he had things to take care of where he’s currently at and his friends bid him farewell.

He got to the mainland a day before the others and it gave him time to return home before he left on another voyage alone.

“How was the wedding?” His older brother asked, swinging his mallet just slightly, trying to find his nail before shooting the ball through the hoop, “I can't believe I was caught up in meetings all week in Tokyo.”

Jungkook looked oddly bright today compared to how he felt and he didn’t want to say it was because his casual and boring clothes he wore abroad stuck out here in ways he didn’t like. That’s why today—his last day home—he visited his family’s 150 acre estate for a game of Croquet and possibly tennis, wearing a matcha colored Loro Piana cashmere polo with short sleeves.

“Um, it was great,” Jungkook said as he brought his cigarette to his lips and lighting the end before inhaling.

“That’s it?” JungHyun asked with a scoff as he motioned for Jungkook to take his turn and he took his brother’s cigarette, “Did you have an orgy with any models or were you your usual gentleman self that won the crowd against me?”

His older brother had been well known in his younger days for many reasons, his partying, his charm, his youth and education. When he was in his mid twenties, you could always catch him in some article their parents tried taking down in regards to driving under the influence or insulting a server. Unlike Jungkook who preferred a quiet life he could escape to, his brother did not and now he’s some big shot finance guy because his attitude growing up had ruined his chance of inheriting everything from their grandparents. Now it will all go to Jungkook—something they’re all aware of—and maybe that’s why JungHyun makes snide remarks here and there.

He’s not asking about the wedding because he’s curious, he’s bitter that despite his perfect appearance and Jungkook’s more intimidating kind, Jungkook was still the most well-mannered of the two and therefore the favorite—if only he stayed and fulfilled his duties.

“No orgy,” Jungkook said with a hint of disgust as he finished his round of the game, one step closer to winning, “Just Y/n.”

JungHyun had been mid-swing when he mentioned you and his aim went astray making him miss the next ring, “What do you mean just Y/n?”

“I slept with her—“

A loud and annoying laugh cut him off as JungHyun let his mallet go, “Ah, so you can’t remember the events of your best friend’s wedding because you were too busy sleeping with the nation’s sweetheart? Oh I cannot wait till father hears about this, maybe your wedding is next and then you’ll finally step up to the plate.”

Jungkook scoffed, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means now that you’re back, and dating the richest girl in the country, there’s no way Father won’t hand you down the company now,” JungHyun said bitterly, “And everyone said you running away would be a bad thing, but clearly it’s reminded you of who you are.”

“I’m not… I’m not staying,” Jungkook said, “I leave tomorrow but I wanted to see you all. And Y/n and I aren’t going to date, it was a… um.”

“Mistake?” JungHyun asked, “Jungkook, don’t be an idiot. You’ve been obsessed with her for years.”

“I have not.”

“You have, you just don’t want to admit that all your talk about being independent and leaving the money behind to be free was complete bullshit,” JungHyun said with a scoff, “Or why would you mess around with her of all people. A relationship with Y/n is going to put you at the top once again and there’s nothing that won’t be handed to you—and she’s someone mother would approve.”

“You’re dramatic,” Jungkook huffed, “One night doesn’t mean we’re dating or getting married or any of that other shit. I still don’t want to run the business… I just want, I don’t know.”

“Yeah, you never know what you want,” JungHyun said, “But whatever, if you’re set on running away again, so be it. I’m tired of trying to make you see how you blindly follow along with everything you seem to hate.”

“Master, your wife is on line three and she’s wondering who is picking up the kids.”

“Fuck, I don’t know,” JungHyun groaned, annoyed and no longer interested in talking to his little brother, “The driver?”

Jungkook watched his brother leave him behind and with a defeated sigh, he left.

“So are you leaving?” Youngi asked him as he watched the bubbles in his pink champagne, “Or have you changed your mind?”

“I haven’t changed my mind,” Jungkook said stiffly as he fixed the suit jacket he was currently getting fit into, “I’m just postponing my leave but I have a few things to take care of here.”

“Like with you and Y/n?” Youngi asked, making sure the fitting room at Dolce & Gabbana was empty aside from just them two. Jungkook didn’t even flinch at the mention of you. Since the two arrived at this store his vision has been filled with large framed photos of you and your dear friend Park Jimin all over the store. Apparently you were one of the brand’s favorite Ambassadors and they made it known you modeled their products. Right now he’s facing the mirror with a picture of you modeling a satin baldonétte bra and high waisted panties. You looked beautiful and seductive and its been hard for him to not just stare at all your pictures since he got here. Now Yoongi is attempting to bring you up and he refuses to give in to the extent his relationship with you has gone.

You haven’t even spoken since the wedding and even that had just been an exchange of pleasantries and no real depth to either of your words.

“No, with my father,” Jungkook said stiffly as he shrugged off the suit jacket and called in the stylist to find something else. Yoongi sat up in his seat slightly more interested, “Really? About what? Don’t tell me you're back in the running.”

“We're going to discuss it,” Jungkook mumbled to himself.

He wanted to make one thing clear, his decision to seek out his father and work out some sort of plan where he can get back into the job he had been assigned to do, while also having freedom had absolutely nothing to do with you. It has nothing to do with the fact that you’re here, and he’s interested in you, and that it would be his parent’s dream for him to stay and be in a relationship with you and also take over the business finally…

This was his decision because his brother’s right. He can't just keep running away.

“And what do you mean, with Y/n?” Jungkook asked, clearing his throat awkwardly as he glanced up at your five foot photo framed above the mirror, remembering the shape of your body against his, moaning his name and tightening your walls around him.

“Haven’t you heard the rumors?” Youngi asked as he got on his phone, “It seems as though you have competition.”

Jungkook didn’t need to be told more as he took Yoongi’s phone from his outstretched hand and read what was on the screen with furrowed brows.

At the end of the article, in big, fat letters, the conclusion said: ‘Now the question is, will L/n choose the best friend, Park Jimin, or the elegant and influential Best Man, Jeon Jungkook—possibly as the country’s newest IT couple?’

When he gave Yoongi his phone back, there was no denying the sudden irritation that contorted his features. It’s not like he expected this to not happen but… he doesn’t like what they’re implying. Yoongi studied him closely to see if he would get a response, but Jungkook gave nothing away. Instead he just ordered the tailor to pack the two suits he tried on so he could buy both, “I’ll meet you out there.”

Yoongi left Jungkook to get changed and while he stood alone in the fitting room staring up at your boudoir photos framed around him, he took his phone and dialed your number.

“Hello?” Your end of the call sounded hectic, louder and busier than his did. You were in the middle of an interview for Vogue and were taking a short break. It seemed like he called at just the right time since you were getting your makeup touched up.

“Are you busy?” Jungkook asked with a sharp tone that fell on deaf ears when the call went silent for a moment. He really did admire the photo of you, remembering just what it was like to trace his hands along your figure.

“Who is this?” You finally asked, making his jaw clench slightly.

“Jeon Jungkook.”

“Oh you see, I wouldn’t have known that considering you didn’t even say a hello or anything,” You told him in a sarcastic tone that made him want to smile but also roll his eyes, “Besides, I am busy.”

As if on cue, the call of your name in the background made your claim concrete. He bit his lip in thought, wondering what it was you were doing and how long it would take, “When can I see you?”

A smile played on your lips as you held up a finger to your assistant who was trying to hurry you along, “Did you make an appointment with my assistant?”

He couldn’t help but scoff as his gaze turned toward a glare, practically imagining that picture of you smiling at him, “I didn’t know I needed one, darling. When can I schedule one?”

“I’m not sure, i'll let you know,” you said and before Jungkook could respond, the call ended and he was left in shock that you just hung up on him. He gathered his things and met Yoongi outside to pay, completely bewildered by the fact that you just hung up on him so easily. He knows you haven’t spoken since the night of the wedding where you were forced to speak but this is all he gets?

“What took you so long?” Yoongi asked as they left Dolce & Gabbana with new things.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: Appointment scheduled for, 6:30 pm today, L/n Residence @ the Northbrook Estates

Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief at the confirmation of an appointed meeting with you tonight.

The night on the yacht had been unexpected yet also long-awaited and now that its done with, neither of you seemed to know what to do about it. You wont lie and say you didn’t enjoy that moment with him but you were also realistic. You and Jungkook would just never work out, you’re too different on the outside and that’s why you’re so confused now as to why he called you.

“So, Y/n, its been a busy season for you this year,” an interviewer said as the camera zoomed in on your expression as they continued, “Not only did you walk thirteen shows but I hear you also celebrated your close friends wedding. How was that? You must have been exhausted.”

“You know it was a lot but it was exciting, I hold my friends dearly and I’m just thankful I was able to make time for such an event,” you said and you’ll admit your response sounded scripted. You didn’t dive too deeply which is what you’re sure the interviewer wanted. You should have known that this stupid interview wouldn’t just be about your newly established modeling career.

Whether you’ve become Model of the Year for your catwalk, or for nepotism, you didn’t are much either way. All you cared about was the fact that the interviewer has found a way to slip in questions they didn’t need to know. It’s like you can just sense the things they’ll ask and have already prepared and calculated the exact responses you need to give.

“Of course, and what a star-studded party,” the interviewer continued, “The Best Man being Jeon Jungkook must have been exciting for you.”

“Well, we’ve all known each other for a long time now so…” You cleared your throat, looking a bit disinterested.

“Yes, of course,” the interviewer said with a nervous laugh, “And pardon me, Y/n, but I just have to ask, did anything happen between the two of you on this very intimate trip?”

Your smile strained but you never looked anything less than sweet as you said, “We are all just very close friends. Most of them have supported me in modeling.”

It was a clear attempt on your part to direct the conversation back to what it was supposed to be about. She ignored your last comment and said, “So… I guess we’re all curious, some pictures from the parties were released of the two of you awfully close in certain open waters, and an evident hickey on his neck—not to mention the matching clothes, please, is there something between you and the heir of Jeon Corporation?”

“Nothing that should concern you, no,” you smiled sweetly and the interviewer seemed to freeze up, unsure if she had gone too far in her questions.

Silence filled the space around them and there was no way to cut these parts out since it was a video shoot and after a while of the interviewer struggling to find which questions to ask, a person who worked for you stepped forward, “How about another short break?”

The interviewer released a shaky breath while the both of you made your way off camera and your glam team was quick to touch up your hair and makeup as the director of the shoot approached you, “Y/n darling, how are we feeling?”

“Annoyed,” you answered honestly, “I thought this was supposed to be about my modeling.”

“You’re absolutely right, darling, we apologize for any mistake we’ve done on our part, I—She must have taken it as an opportunity to ask her own questions and I promise you, we will have a deep conversation about this. We aren’t TMZ…” the director said and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m done filming if she’ll be the one continuing the interview,” You told him as you began to walk away from him, not caring for the excuses or whatever and you can hear your publicist repeat your words to him.

It wasn’t even that she was bad at her job or that she asked anything too deep but she just quickly got on your bad side with her persistence to not let the subject drop.

In the end you got your wish and filming ended smoothly before you were driven away to whatever was next in your schedule, trying not to think about the interview or the fact that there was a chance you would be seeing Jungkook later.

Things are evidently strange between you two and its not like you’ve been blind to the articles or posts about you but you don’t want to address anything. That night on the yacht seems like a fluke and like it shouldn’t have happened at all despite how you felt in the moment. Your parents aren’t the type to be invested in what is put in the tabloids but when their lifelong, country club going, friends call them and ask if there’s anything between you and Jeon Corporation’s Jungkook, they’re going to want answers.

It was just one night, one night where the two of you put aside whatever indifference you had toward each other just so you could release tension and this is the consequence for that. Of course everyone would want to know and of course no one was able to turn a blind eye to you. Even Yeonwoo managed to ask what you had been doing in the cabins withJungkook or so long that night and even when you tried to ignore her she kept pressing you for an answer.

In truth you had nothing to say. You were both adults and it didn’t matter if anyone else was dying to know if there was anything going on between you.

You resented each other.

You had sex.

Plus, he’s going to leave soon and you don’t think that bothers you?

When your driver pulled up to the tall skyscraper you called home, you headed inside alone.

“Good evening, Miss L/n,” the lobbyist held the door open for you, “You have a visitor waiting in the lobby.”

Your brows furrowed, checking the time before heading to the library where sure enough, Jeon Jungkook was sitting by the fireplace reading whatever magazine was set out for him. At the sound of your Miu Miu kitten heels, he turned staring at you with his big rounded eyes being the only thing you could see beside his face mask, “You’re early.”

Jungkook wrapped an arm around your waist as he pressed his lips to your cheek in greeting and you did the same, he joined you in the elevator and said, “I like to get to my appointments early.”

“You’re lucky my shoot ended early or else you might have had to wait outside like a dog,” you teased as you pushed the button for the top floor where your penthouse was located. As part of the infinite amount of wealth your family has, you also dabble in real estate, mostly in the country as luxury apartments but you do have some homes overseas: Paris, New York, Argentina, etc.

The place you call home is a top floor penthouse with terrace and rooftop. The floor in which it was located was completely shut off for just you and included a private gym, yoga studio, three walk-in closets, and on top of that an elevator parking garage with a Mary Kay Pink Rolls Royce sitting pretty inside it.

Jungkook has never stepped foot in your home before and it was overwhelmingly stunning with four bedrooms, two living rooms (one on the top floor and one on the main floor too), an open kitchen, poolside terrace, and five bathrooms. You lived in ultimate modern luxury with traditional themes throughout the home like its hand carved wooden furniture and expensive marble walls.

“Is this different from your little magic treehouse in the woods you ran off to?” You asked, tempted to push his buttons as you removed your coat and handed it to your housekeeper who waited at the door.

“Well, considering my magic treehouse is worth 2.6 million dollars, no I wouldn’t consider this that different from it,” Jungkook couldn’t help but boast, feeling like he’s competing. It’s like when he was in school and the students would brag about whatever exotic trip they got to go in the summer and he would have to make sure to tell them what he did was better. “Maybe I’ll bring you with someday.”

Fuck. Why did he say that? Why is he indulging in any of this in the first place? You and Jungkook should never be together, right?

“Speaking of which, I thought you would have ran off now that the wedding is over,” You said as you mumbled something to the housekeeper making her leave, “Drink?”

“Water is fine,” Jungkook said as he made his way down to your 70’s inspired talking pit of suede Anabei sectional couches, “And I thought I would have been gone by now too”

“What changed?” You skied curiously, “Don’t tell me it's because you would miss me.”

You held your hand to your chest as if to seem touched by the thought and Jungkook just rolled his eyes as you continued, “How would all the other girls feel knowing I’m keeping you here?”

Jungkook scoffed as he practically pushed your legs off his lap, “Can you not joke for just one second?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, even if part of you felt confused wondering if this was supposed to be a serious moment or not. Jungkook huffed, running his fingers through his black hair, “I’m here because I wanted to talk to you about all those articles. My parents are working on taking those down, are you okay?”

Your eyebrows knitted together with confusion, “Me? Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because I’ve never seen anything bad written about you and suddenly you’re being painted as a two-timer by spending a night with me while also… doing whatever it is you do with that friend of yours.” He was not jealous. He swears.

To be clear, there really is nothing going on with you and Jimin. You’re just two friends in the modeling world who happen to like attending secret parties together and maybe making out drunkenly every now and then. That’s it. You’ve never slept with him and Jimin has too many girls on his line for you to ever consider him.

“I’ll survive,” You mumbled as you looked over at him, seeing him in deep thought.

“I’m thinking of staying a while longer,” Jungkook said suddenly with a clear of his throat.

Jungkook was not the shy type and to be honest he’s not even sure why he’s letting you know [as if it made a difference] but the words just slipped out.

He did not like you.

Well, he didn’t like you like that. It sounds harsh he’s well aware of that but he was never romantically attracted to you before so how is he going to suddenly feel that way after only a week in contact again. Maybe it was just unresolved sexual tension after years of feeling that way but that can’t be the only thing that’s making him want to revert back to what his life was like before he left to live on his own.

He escaped all this so that he could live somewhere quietly and do what he really wanted to do without worrying about anything else. Now he’s contemplating moving back and possibly involving himself with his father’s business again. Too much is going on for him to understand why.

“For how long?” you asked as your fingers began to softly run through the ends of his hair making him look at you. You couldn’t hide your curiosity and how close the two of you are.

When he had pulled you down to sit with him, it was with your legs thrown over his lap which he had been caressing every now and then.

An arrogant smirk formed on his lips as he licked them, tapping your calf lightly, “How long do you want me here?”

Fuck, Jungkook is staying to get back in business… not for you.

It’s not for you.

It’s not for yo—

His breath hitched as a sudden weight shifted to his lap, his hands immediately went to your waist, helping you get comfortable on him. It’s embarrassing the way Jungkook didn’t hesitate to reach for you when you sat on his lap feeling your arms thrown around his neck, “Here as in…”

You looked down at the short skirt you wore which rolled up a little from how your legs straddled his thighs and said, “Under me?”

A scoff in disbelief left his lips as he couldn’t help but laugh, sliding your hips closer, “Yeah.”

It was attractive the way your conversations never seemed to fall unless you wanted them to. It was a constant cat and mouse game, banter back and forth and he catches on quickly.

You couldn’t help it, okay. Anytime you would see pictures of Jungkook since he left, he was always in a hoodie and sweats or something that just hid his entire body. Right now he’s wearing this Christian Dior white button-up shirt [which he rolled the sleeves up at some point since he got here] and it was messily untucking from his black slacks and he looks so hot right now. His hair was messy in a sexy way and he looked just like he used to, except this time with tattoos and a different sense of maturity.

Without wasting another moment debating if you should or shouldn’t, you leaned down and kissed him. Jungkook’s lips parted against yours, stretching his neck to kiss you with more need. Unlike the first night you kissed, this one wasn’t as rushed and angry. He took his time longer, pulling your bottom lip between his and doing it over again.

You pressed your chest against his, with your tongue swiping against his lip teasingly until you met his. Jungkook’s hands pinched the satin fabric of your skirt, feeling it tighten and rise, unable to stop the growing desire he was feeling for you. His briefs were getting tighter every time you shifted on his lap and whatever he had been thinking before you started making out.

“You want to play?” He asked, shifting his head to deepen the kiss without bumping noses. You pulled away feeling desperate to catch your breath as his kisses began to travel down toward your exposed neck, licking and nipping under your jaw while beginning to make

“Maybe,” you sighed in pleasure, running your hands through his hair when you felt him kiss down your collarbone, closer and closer down the deep-v in your Miu Miu chiffon top. The strap to your shirt slipped down your shoulder as Jungkook’s rough fingers traced down the side of your arms.

You cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to go back to kiss your lips as you felt his growing erection press into you. It was hard for him to ignore the fact that the only thing covering what was under your skirt was a flimsy, thin piece of lace he shifted you closer until his bulge was tucked between your legs, placing your hips right over where he wanted them to be. Now that he moved you, his outline was more evident and had you grinding along him.

Jungkook released a groan with a sharp breath once he felt that sudden move and he couldn’t help but buck his hips against you, feeling the fabric of his briefs constrict his hardened cock. It was a frustrating feeling yet he felt so eager with his tongue down your throat and his covered dick tucked nicely between your covered folds that he couldn’t even think to stop and remove the layers.

His lips were feeling swollen against yours yet he didn’t want to pull away, the friction he was getting from the way you humped him was turning him on with how needy it felt. You kissed along his jaw, grinding against his aching dick while your nimble fingers began to unbutton his shirt.

“God damn,” Jungkook groaned as he threw his head back, relishing in the way your hips moved expertly against him while kissing down his naked chest. He slid his ass down your back, stopping over your butt and pulling your skirt out of the way for him to get a better feel of you underneath. With firm hands, he turned your sensual grinding into harsher and more deep movements that he met with his hips.

He’s not sure he could take just this any longer. Anytime he’s with you now it’s like he can’t do anything but fall for you and despite how annoying it is, he doesn’t do anything to stop it. Instead, he welcomes it and right now all he wants to do and rip off the remaining layers between you so he could have your legs wrapped around him once more. It’s only been days since the first time and he has not been able to stop thinking about it.

The day of the wedding he had been so distracted by you that he barely remembers any of it and now his best friends are on their honeymoon and he’s here thinking about you again.

Giving up on arguing how much he wants to have you, he wanted to get your clothes off and you were letting him. His hands had barely made it to the end of your top, ready to pull it off, when a loud ringtone cut through the living room, echoing off the walls and hard to ignore. The two of you looked at each other confused.

He sat up, reaching his hand into his pocket and pulling out his phone, annoyed that someone had thought to call him.

“Answer,” you said breathlessly as you looked at the caller, already sliding yourself off his lap.

“It’s just Hobi,” Jungkook said, letting out a huff in annoyance as he set his phone back down, turning to kiss you but it rang once again. Your eyes met his and he begrudgingly grabbed his phone and swiped to answer, “Hello?”

“Hey man, I just got off the phone with your Yoongi,” Hoseok said as he sat in a large closet filled with designer clothes, “And why am I always the last to know if you’re leaving or not?”

“What?” Jungkook looked visibly annoyed with his scrunched brows and tense jaw and for some reason that made him hotter to you. His shirt was undone completely and his belt was halfway pulled off and with his legs spread, it was very hard to ignore his hard on.

Your eyes softened with curiosity and you couldn’t help but bite down on your bottom lip as you decided to just go for it. First, your hand rested on his thigh as he listened to whatever Hoseok said, but slowly you made your way toward his bulge.

“You’re gonna start working with your dad again?” Hoseok asked, unaware of the way Jungkook’s attention had drifted down to the palm of your hand, right over his dick. Your fingers pressed against the underside of his member, massaging your palm into it and feeling the way his hips raised. “What happened to not caring about the money and the company and all that blah blah blah?”

Jungkook couldn’t help but roll his eyes, snapping back to his friend instead of what was going on. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, tightening their grip as if in warning. It was a useless attempt considering he tried helping you pull his belt off and saying, “Come on man, it was never like that.”

He could hear his own tone falter somewhere between lying and having his cock free from the confines of his tight briefs with your hand feeling him.

Hoseok laughed, debating what suit he should wear, “No, it’s exactly like that.”

Jungkook’s hand went to your head, softly caressing you as you kissed down his navel, your hand wet with spit, jerking him off while licking just above his dick. He didn’t bother with a response to his friend as he continued speaking anyway, “Is it true you and our princess are messing around? It’s all over the tabloids.”

Sarcasm was evident in Hoseok’s tone but Jungkook was too focused on your tongue licking up the length of his hard cock, wetting it with spit that made your hand movements smoother.

“Look I get it, you’ve had all this tension something was bound to happen but damn, why didn’t you tell me that either?” Hoseok asked with evident shock, unaware of the blowjob his friend was receiving on the other end. Your lips were wrapped tightly around his length and with your hand too, it was hard for Jungkook to keep his reactions to a minimum.

“Hobi, I—I, yknow I just,” Jungkook cleared his throat uncomfortably to hide an evident groan. He was beginning to fidget under your ministrations, especially when you squeezed under his cock, massaging his balls, “Sorry.”

“Sorry?! That’s all you gotta say after chewing me out for giving you condoms as a joke.” Hoseok was lying in a pile of Louis Vuitton suits on the floor, engrossed in his one-sided conversation, “Our friendship seems one-sided buddy. I thought when you came up to me… I thought, ‘Hey, maybe my good buddy Jungkook will get in this dandy hot tub with me’ but no, you know what you do instead? You ask where Y/n is! God I should’ve known—“

Jungkook threw his head back in a mixture of pleasure and obvious irritation that he couldn’t take it anymore. His finger pressed into the red button and the call was cut to end suddenly. As soon as his phone hit the couch, you pulled off his length with a deep huff for air, “That wasn’t very nice of you.”

“He’ll get over it,” Jungkook mumbled as he reached for your hand to pull you toward him, “Come here.”

“I’m not done,” you leaned away from the kiss he was trying to give you but his hand held your head in place, not caring to kiss the lips that had just been around his hard dick. Jungkook wasn’t as gentle as his need grew heavier and with a strategic pull at your top, it ripped down the back, “Jungkook!”

“What?” He asked with a giddy smile, tempted to be playful, “It was in my way.”

You rolled your eyes, sitting up to take your skirt off yourself and prevent another hazard while Jungkook finished undressing himself. “It was custom, asshole.”

Jungkook’s smile dropped with worry, lips parted in surprise until you burst out into a laugh and fell onto his lap, “You should see the look on your face.”

“Ha ha, don’t scare me like that,” Jungkook chuckled, “I was already thinking about the fortune I would have to pay to fix that.”

“Jungkook,” you ignored the fact that the two of you were naked, in the middle of an intimate moment and asked, “What did you mean earlier?”

“When?” Jungkook asked, caressing your leg, “About staying? Yeah, I’m serious.”

“You are?” You crossed your arms over your bare chest, “Why?”

“Why?” He was visibly taken back, “What do you mean why?”

“I mean… just a few days ago you were adamant on leaving right after the wedding and when you left the resort before everyone else we all kind of figured you had left but you’re here now and…” You took a deep breath in thought.

“Do you want me to leave?” Jungkook asked, sounding more hurt than he intended to. All this time pushing and pulling his feelings for how he felt about being here and seeing you was getting to him. He’s very aware how confusing he is and spending a night with you shouldn’t have changed his mind this quickly while he also refused to admit.

“We didn’t talk about what happened at the party,” you said suddenly, feeling Jungkook drape his shirt over your naked figure as the conversation shifted drastically.

“I know,” he dropped his head, “I’m sorry, I was really confused and I couldn’t tell what I was feeling or how you were feeling and I was mad and… I thought you probably didn’t care.”

“I mean, I didn’t,” you shrugged, “But because I figured it was just a one time thing since you were very obvious with how little you thought of me and now you’re saying you’re staying longer while visiting me at home and it just… I don’t get it.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Jungkook was in his slacks again, trying to fix whatever mess he might have made over time, “I just… I was just being dumb. I wanted to act like I wasn’t into you at all because I was mad at everyone else and it wasn’t fair that I took it out on you but I thought you didn’t like me either.”

“And you’re right, you were mean to me,” you nudged him with your foot, “So really, I shouldn’t even be in this position with you right now.”

Jungkook didn’t dare argue when you called him out, “You always pretended to hate me even when you’d get jealous if someone else talked to me and you could never take your eyes off me.”

His brows furrowed, reminded of the trip and how everyone always joked that he wanted you when he was so stubborn on saying he didn’t. He didn’t like how predictable his life was.

“Because I knew everyone thought you were perfect,” Jungkook tried pulling you toward him, “And they didn’t know how you liked to push my buttons and say things you knew would get to my head and how you were actually so unbelievably perfect that it pissed me off everytime I let you get to me.”

“Don’t sweet talk me now,” you teased when he leaned over to lay between your legs, content with the sight of you in his Dior shirt, “How are you gonna repay me for being such a dick?”

“Whatever you want,” Jungkook admitted, “Say the word and I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“I have everything I want,” you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Come on Y/n, don’t make this hard on me,” he whined playfully, “Everyone else is already making it hard and I just want to spend the night with you. I’ll let you use me.”

Your brow raised and with a soft laugh you pulled him toward you for a kiss, “I get to use the Jeon Jungkook? What will everyone say?”

“That they saw it coming,” Jungkook chuckled as he pressed his lips to yours, “So don’t stop the inevitable.”

You rolled your eyes, feeling your arousal from earlier slowly make its return, “You’re so spoiled.”

“I know.”

Jeon Jungkook now knows what an awful liar he’s been these last couple of years. All of this talk about wanting to be different, break free from his family’s influences and the world of money and power, was meaningless in the end. He tried, he really did but his rebellion of running off and doing whatever he pleased, refusing to acknowledge the company, the wealth and the people in it was short lived because he never actually wanted to escape it.

He was still going to be friends with the people he grew up with and fall back to his old routine of country clubs and parading on yachts or private islands.

He was still going to take over his share of his father’s company and dress himself up in designer Kiton suits that he used to despise wearing.

He was still going to fall for you, the person he despised simply for being an exact reflection of himself. You were perfect for him in every way on paper and that made him want to push you away but in the end, he still fell for you like he knew he would.

Some people dream about having the life he does, or growing up the way he did and yet here he was selfishly wishing it all away. It was perfect, it was so insanely perfect and unfair that Jungkook ever thought he wouldn’t be happy with what he had been handed down to him for simply being born.

“This person gathered valuable experiences in the world and has shown such a strong will to portray it all into commitment for the company and that makes me a proud father,” A deep voice spoke from behind a podium with an echoing mic that had the attention of over a hundred people, “Please, welcome the newest V.P. for Jeon Corporation, my youngest son, Jeon Jungkook.”

Jungkook had an arrogant smile on his lips as he walked onto stage, thanking everyone for congratulating him on his quick and easy advance in the company—even surpassing his older brother.

“Honestly, it is a big thank you to everyone close to me, for helping me see how ready I am to step into this role and fulfill my duty as a member of this corporation,” Jungkook said confidently, looking at all his friends who had a mixture of confused yet knowing smiles on their faces.

“What a brat,” Hoseok joked with Namjoon, “And I blame you for this.”

“Yeah, I’ve never seen someone get pulled back into the country’s good graces so easily,” Namjoon laughed, remembering all the articles about how my ridiculous Jungkook was for publicly stating he would never be a part of the company.

“That’s because he’s spoiled,” Jungkook’s older brother chimed in, “Even after he says he’s gonna walk away from it, he’s still gonna be welcomed back with open arms.”

Taehyung released a playful sigh, “I want to be Jeon Jungkook when I grow up, the perfect life just handed to me and I’m just too blind to appreciate it.”

“Tae, you’re rich,” Yeonwoo whispered to him, Taehyung grinning at her reminder and sitting up straighter.

“How was it?” Jungkook asked his friends as he looked around the table.

“Well rehearsed,” Taehyung gave him the thumbs up, “Also, where’s Y/n? I thought she’d be here.”

Jungkook checked the time on his watch, his leg already bouncing underneath the table, “Yeah, I thought so too.”

It shouldn’t be that big of a deal to him. This was all just some flashy way for his father to make Jungkook’s debut in the business widely anticipated and you had other things to do than be here. The two of you aren’t even officially together yet so it’s not like you owe it to him or anything.

“Y/n,” Jimin whined as he watched the valet open the limo door for you, “Please don’t ditch me. I’m your best friend, imagine how much fun we could be having. Everyone’s going to ask where you ran off to after the dinner.”

“Well you can tell them,” you hurried to finish applying your lip gloss, “That I had more important things to do than get drunk at some fashion party.”

“Right, just throw me to the side like I mean nothing,” Jimin said dramatically, “Is this how you treat friends now?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing he was only trying to cause a scene. Jimin knew you would be calling it an early night but he just wanted it to be difficult. With a small sigh, you double checked that you looked fine in the mirror and said, “Okay, wish me luck, I’m hoping I get laid tonight.”

“I also hope you get laid tonight so that I don’t have to listen to you talk about how much you want to see him,” Jimin said as you made your way out the car, “Goodnight.”

By the time you got to the banquet, the cameras had been long gone from the entrance and so you were able to make your appearance quietly. You would have been here earlier if there hadn’t been an ambassador dinner tonight that you had already agreed to do before Jungkook decided on staying and you just couldn’t miss it.

You felt bad because Jungkook had asked you to come be his date but he understood why you couldn’t make it right away. If anything he should be happy that you hurried over from dinner to the banquet without an outfit change. Despite the number of attendants, it was really a private affair with only a couple people from the press but nothing too grand and over the top. It made arriving late less miserable and finding Jungkook and your friends much easier.

And when you first involved yourself with Jungkook in this way, you should have known it wouldn’t all be easy. You were now somewhat seeing the most eligible bachelor in the country and nobody knows about it aside from speculation. Speculation won’t stop spoiled rich girls who want him to themselves and that’s what you saw when you found him.

“It’s so great to have you back Kooky, it’s like… the best thing to ever happen,” some girl gushed at him from the once empty seat to his left. She seemed unaffected by the stares she received from around the table and didn’t care at all that Jungkook wasn’t even glancing her way. He doesn’t know her, she’s probably just the daughter of some wealthy couple who thinks she has a chance with him.

Jungkook stared forward, watching his friends’ faces as their eyes softened, no longer listening to the girl who said, “Maybe we can get together some time.”

A gentle hand touched his shoulder, soft lips brushing against his ear as you said, “Maybe we can get together some time too.”

There was no denying the smile that grew on his face as he turned to look at you and how close you were to him. Jungkook’s lips parted in pleasant surprise, ready to talk to you when someone else spoke up.

“Excuse us, sweetheart,” Namjoon said to the girl, “It seems our table is full, maybe you can try somewhere else?”

She left with an annoyed scoff, making room for you to sit down, “Sorry I’m late, did any of you miss me?”

You had a sweet smile on your face, a camera clicked somewhere else in the distance surely capturing how close you were to Jungkook specifically, who was tracing his hand along your thigh.

“Dearly,” Jungkook said as he leaned into you for a quick kiss on the lips, “Thanks for coming.”

“I told you I’d try and make it,” you said to him, “I missed the speech didn’t I?”

“It was nothing special,” Jungkook’s hand began to slide down the space between your legs—or at least as far as your dress would let it, “Just the usual talk about how amazing I am, it was all very boring.”

“But I love talking about you,” Your tone was sarcastic yet flirty, your hand falling over his in warning when he began to pull up your dress just a little. You were sitting at a table with a large draped tablecloth that hid your legs underneath but you were still very aware of the fact that your friends were all around the table.

“Y/n,” Hoseok called for you from across the table, “How does it feel to have the Jeon Jungkook wrapped around your finger?”

Jungkook turned to his friend with a harsh glare, knowing he was just poking fun at it all but still managing to get under his skin. You looked at Jungkook with a knowing grin, “Like nothing I didn’t expect.”

He scoffed, squeezing your thigh possessively, “I think the feelings are mutual, darling.”

You leaned into him, not caring for being around so many important people with cameras trying to capture whatever moment they can, “They are.”

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a/n omg it took me literally forever to write this and idk how I feel about it but yknow what 😭it’s finished and that’s what matters. I was in the mood for some rich kdrama feel fic and I hope I managed to pull that off at least a litttlleeeeeeere

thanks for everyone that waited patiently and please feel free to lmk what you think <3

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ღ Summary: You unexpectedly run into Jeon Jungkook, someone you were once close to but now have a strained relationship with, at a party you

Well, the post above shouldn't have been posted lol 🤣

It was a draft of mine, I was preparing for this but It wasn't meant to be posted..

I am sorry for those who thought that the fic was below the cut 😂 and got excited.

I also panicked when I saw that I received so many notifications of likes etc lol I literally thought that I posted the fic without even completing it. And that would be a shame.

I am not going to take the post down as many people have seen it and I don't want them to actually search for it.

But if necessary I would eventually put it in private until I am posting the entire fic :)

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After Party | Jeon Jungkook

Genuinely asking because i can't decide whether to write this story in oneshot or seperate it in two parts so there could be a feeling of impatient and a cliffhanger lol

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