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Dark Moon | Chapter Ten

Pairing | yandere!JImin x Reader

Word Count | 3,6k

Warnings | 18+, smut noncon, yandere themes, triggering content, drunken sex, forced anal sex, rimjob, fingering, sadism, violence, lots of crying and screaming, teasing, humiliation, blood, hatred, angst, attempted murder, serious injuries, use of a knife, sea of blood, first hints of Stockholm Syndrome, be careful: this chapter is darker than the other chapters and from now on Dark Moon will be much more violent.

This fanfiction is yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | She just wanted to escape her past, take charge of her life and break out of her steel cage, praying in God for a miracle that could change her life for good.

And her prayers were heard, but it was not the Divine that answered her.

That was certainly the devil in the guise of an angel, she thought as those corrupted and empty eyes searched her soul with extreme voracity.

He turned a sweet, false smile on her, before pushing her into the abyss.

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys ❤️ Today's chapter was particularly difficult to write, it is very dark and from here on we get into the heart of Dark Moon, which I always remember is a highly yandere story, I recommend reading it to readers who are age +18 and who already have experience with the yandere genre, Dark Moon is not a story with a normal relationship, it is a yandere. For those who will read the chapter, let me know what you think of it and what you believe will happen in the future!

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Perhaps it was the alcohol swirling in his body or perhaps his sadistic nature, but he didn't think twice about ripping off even that one too many garments, Y/N squeezed her eyes shut huddling her head between the blankets that smelled of Jimin, everything about that room smelled of him and she felt suffocated by his oppressive presence.

Jimin ran two fingers over the entrance hidden by the young woman's panties, reached out to her clitoris circling it through the fabric, but did not dwell on it for long, without uttering a breath he lowered Y/N's panties badly, finally putting on display what he was really aiming for.

He eagerly squeezed the girl's soft, perfect buttocks, his hands carefully palmed that velvety flesh, she could not understand what his intentions were, why was he talking one way but touching her another?

The boy lowered himself to kiss her back, inhaling her scent that reminded him of the scent of his bubble bath present in the bathroom, she had not confined herself to books, he thought amused, there was something sick about her, something she did not even admit to herself, even as she actively sought something that would make her closer to the man she so professed to detest.

"Jimin..." there, she had once again used his name, the man couldn't hold back any longer, spread her buttocks revealing the small, tight pink hole, and lowering his head the boy left a wet, warm streak of saliva in that never-violated spot, "What the hell-?!" exclaimed Y/N, stiffening in shock.

Jimin was... he was licking her right there?!

Between shame and disgust she tried to slip out of his hands, but the man squeezed her tightly and together with his weight prevented her from moving, continuing to circle around that ring of muscle with the tip of his tongue, occasionally entering a few millimeters.

Forced there and under those attentions, Y/N felt strange, with horror she realized that she was not just trembling with fear, she was feeling a strange warmth that was affecting her lower abdomen, the sinuous movements of the man's tongue continued to wet and stimulate the little hole, saliva slowly slipped from her buttocks to the throbbing, soaked cleft of her pussy.

Pleasure and humiliation mingled causing her emotions so strong as to be unbearable, she untangled herself once again from his grasp and this time managed to free herself, crawled away and by a hair's breadth the man came back to grasp her ankle again, bringing her back under him.

"You're a goddamn animal!" exclaimed Y/N between her teeth, Jimin sneered pushing his pelvis against her, who distinctly felt the rigid presence between his legs.

"Now I recognize my little whore" he murmured in her ear making her shudder, "From the way you're acting I bet no one has ever touched this cute little ass" he slapped a buttock as if to punctuate his words and the woman winced, "Somehow I'll still have a virgin part of you" he growled forcefully and without any regard pushing two fingers into that tight and rigid hole, a scream dictated by pain and shock left the girl's now pale lips.

"No, no, no! Stop, I don't want to!" she was in a panic, Jimin's fingers made no hint of leaving her, the stretch was uncomfortable and burning like hell, the man was already anticipating that moment, he wanted her to scream in pain and sorrow, he wanted her to regret that stupid attitude she had held with him all along.

As he penetrated that tight little cave, he finished lowering his boxers with his other hand, freeing his hard, aroused cock.

He slid down to the young woman's slit without penetrating her, merely gathering over the entire length what little liquid arousal Y/N had produced against her own will. The girl felt the thick presence behind her and feared that it would end like last time, too bad Jimin had something much worse in mind.

Without saying a word he released those tight muscles from his fingers, Y/N almost collapsed from the pain, but Jimin grasped her hips tightly sinking his fingers into her flesh, the girl buried her head between the pillows already imagining the painful twinge that would rip through her core, but she was not prepared for the excruciating pain Jimin's thrusting caused her when he forcefully entered her ass, a sharp, breathless cry left her throat in despair, she wriggled on the bed like a trapped animal, but Jimin easily pinned her down by pounding inside her without any mercy, his hoarse breaths increased in volume as he sank repeatedly into that hole that clenched hard and in pain around his cock, he fell back on the young girl's small body with all his weight, forcing her to spread her stiff, trembling thighs wide.

"It hurts, please stop! It hurts so much, I can't take it!" she cried for air, she had thought Jimin's fingers were enough to feel pain, she had not expected a situation like that, his thick, hard cock was practically opening her in two, she frantically shook her head against the pillow with each stroke of the man's hips, who smiled addicted to that pleasure.

"How can I stop when-uhm..." he paused for a moment trying to contain himself and not explode inside her right away, "When you hold me so tight?" he finished in a voice pregnant with lust, penetrating her completely, who arched her back with a choked scream at that umpteenth assault.

"Now tell me, do you prefer it when I fuck your pussy or your ass? " he asked, increasing the speed of his strokes, aware of the harm he was doing to her not only physically, he wanted to humiliate her to such an extent that no light of defiance remained in her, his balls began to slam violently against her empty, dripping slit, the walls tightened around nothing, and another wave of tears slid down her face, realizing the strange combination of pain and pleasure that was being created in her.

Jimin moved his body slightly from hers, just the slightest bit that helped him to see himself sinking into her once more, the tiny ring of muscle had finally adjusted to his size despite the force with which he still enveloped his cock, he spit a trickle of saliva between them increasing the lubrication of the intercourse and began to give deeper and slower thrusts.

"You didn't answer me," he chuckled, penetrating the entrance to her intimacy with his middle finger, finding it incredibly moist.

He groaned breathlessly as he imagined himself in there, squeezed by that infinite, delicate softness, cradled by the elastic grip of her trembling walls.

"Fuck, can you hear yourself? If you hadn't behaved so badly this is where I would have come in, and we would have both enjoyed it," he growled in her ear, "But that's okay too, isn't it? You're soaked all the same, maybe you really are perfect for the Dark Moon" he taunted her, ramming into her countless times, feeling his balls swell and his cock shake, Jimin's small, intense moans of pleasure slid over the girl's now helpless body, which catatonicly welcomed the man's semen on top of her, he stood there still between her buttocks, pouring the white, viscous cum inside her asshole, before climbing out of her and gazing with satisfaction at that destroyed little hole soaked with his essence, Jimin slid away wearily on the bed, gazed breathlessly at the ceiling, a glance between his legs and noticed on his still half-erect cock drops of blood.

He grinned, satisfied with his work.

"Now you are no longer a virgin."

Y/N turned her head away, unable to move, feeling pain everywhere, even inside her soul.

Jimin had ruined her forever.

"I hate you" was the only thing she managed to say between dry, trailing lips, lost in a spiral of thoughts that only she knew.

Jimin stared at the walls of his bedroom with a sigh.

"You can hate me all you want, it doesn't change what you are and where you are," he muttered, beginning to close his eyes to fall asleep.

You are my whore, mine to have and mine to torture.

He had not said it, but that was what he meant.

The woman felt the man's breathing become lighter after about twenty minutes, twenty minutes of interminable silence.

Her gaze was no longer lost in the void, but steady on the boy's closet, there where she had previously discovered one of his little secrets.

She tried to calm down, not to do rash things, but he had no respect for her, had used and raped her, going so far as to force her into anal intercourse for which she had not been properly prepared. He had used her like a rubber doll, she thought with disgust written all over her face.

She lifted herself up slowly, preventing her complaints from escaping her lips, although she felt destroyed, her legs staggered on her own weight, and lowering her gaze she saw the blood etched between the sheets.

Panic gripped her chest, that same sordid spectacle she had experienced years before, when she was just a naive little girl who did not understand the malice of the world. The girl's tears became constant, but she still maintained silence. No, she could not relive such a thing and do nothing about it, not this time.

She angrily wiped away her tears and with another glance at the closet opened the doors slowly, rummaging through the bottom and finding what she was looking for, she forced her fingers on a small raised dowel and slid the wooden wall to her right, which revealed the presence of a dark duffel bag.

With unsteady hands she unzipped the thick zipper, revealing its forbidden contents.

She tightened her lips, casting a glance at the sleeping figure of the boy, the alcohol had finally taken its toll along with the sex, that monster would no longer be a threat to her.

That morning Jimin woke up with his mind strangely silent, his demons were not there, he stretched out casting a glance to his side and found the place previously occupied by Y/N, empty.

She was gone.

A gnawing in his stomach caged him, making him incuporated. Why the hell should he have cared?

He couldn't remember exactly what he had done that night, but he remembered perfectly well that he had enjoyed it, that was the important thing, wasn't it?

He got up slipping on the boxers left on the floor and headed to the bathroom to clean himself up.

He washed himself by eliminating the smell of sex from his skin, he looked at the bubble bath without a hint of emotion on his face, just remembering the smell of the girl, indeed it was one of the few things he remembered from the previous night, but his mind was still fixed on her, who would not decide to give in for good, he had come back pissed off like a hyena that night; Because she would not give in to him, because Hoseok had made those insinuations, because now everyone believed that he depended on her.

He wasn't. He was still Park Jimin, the independent, strong man. She, on the other hand, was just his tasty and tender plaything.

When he finished his shower he emerged from the bathroom with a towel tied to his hips, his athletic, slender figure a joy to behold, his dark soul sighing in pleasure at the screams of his victims.

He returned to the room to dress and had only time to put on clean boxers and a pair of shorts before he heard the thud of an object falling and shattering on the floor.

He frowned, immediately heading toward the source of that sound, "Y/N?"

He went to the living room looking around, on the floor were the broken and scattered pieces of a vase, but no trace of the girl.

"Y/N? Y/N!" he was getting pissed off, "We don't have a cat, I also doubt it was the wind, so I suggest you-!" an excruciating twinge blocked the breath in his throat.

His gaze dropped to the silver blade of the knife that had penetrated his side, the handle of that knife was clasped in the small hands of the woman who only hours before was under him in his bed.

Now there was shock and surprise on his face, he watched the girl wordlessly before his eyes narrowed in pain.

Y/N, whose face was transfigured with anger, watched the boy take deep breaths, as if he was used to those kinds of blows, and that pissed her off more.

She had waited all night for that moment, she didn't want to hit him while he was unconscious, she wanted him to be lucid and awake so she could hear him scream, but he wasn't screaming, he didn't look scared, and that made her angrier. She wanted Jimin, for once, to show that he was human and not just a crazed kidnapper and heartless killer.

"Why don't you scream, why?! Fuck!" she shouted before pulling out the blade with a revolting sound, then sticking it again in a spot not far from the previous one, Jimin jerked it away from himself, holding tightly to a shelf to prevent himself from collapsing to the ground, gritting his teeth to try not to scream, he pressed his hand on the first wound, not daring to pull the knife out of the second one. Had he done so, he would only have caused more damage.

He squatted slowly on the floor, pale and unable to think of a solution; there was already sweat on his upper lip to testify to what was going on inside him.

He tried to reason lucidly without losing sight of Y/N, who looked like a lion locked in a cage, paced around the living room holding her head in her slimy bloodstained hands, crying and shaking to herself, he forced himself to keep calm because in that condition he would only hurt them both.

"Y/N, where did you get this knife?" he hissed between his teeth breathing hard, she didn't answer but there was really no need for her to, the man had recognized him, it was part of the set he used during the missions, "Never mind, now be a good girl and hand me the phone" he was shaking, his body couldn't handle that condition yet and he seriously needed help, he had to call Seokjin and get help sent, immediately.

But Y/N stared at him fearfully, if she called his teammates they would surely kill her, Hoseok's threat was still alive in her mind and she began to shake her head.

"The phone is in my room, Y/N...fuck, go get the phone!" he blurted out moaning breathlessly, in response the girl began to run to the front door.

But no, she couldn't know the security code, right?

Jimin's brain threw a warning bell when he heard the typical sound that signaled the apartment was open.

"Shit!" he threw all his good intentions to the wind, began to run after her heedless of the suffering he was subjecting his body to, found himself removing the knife from the wound, shrugging off the consequences, it was incredibly painful and slow to do so, but when he saw her go through the emergency exit he chased after her jumping up several steps at a time.

Y/N's vision was flooded with tears, she did not understand why Jimin had not reacted as she expected he would, he had not turned around screaming in pain, he had not railed at her, and that made her feel bad, made her feel like the monster of the situation.

She had stabbed a man in the back, no matter who he was, she had done it.

And now she was going to die, Jimin would never let her go unpunished, much less his friends, she was screwed in every sense of the word now.

She grabbed the doorknob of the exit, preparing to scream and call for help, but she never got as far as throwing it open.

Jimin was quicker, grabbed her by the hips lifting her off the floor, she screamed in shock as she was dragged away, back into the apartment.

The boy closed the door with a loud roar, but he did not let her go, he slumped to the floor with her still pressed against his body, Jimin's hot, labored breathing tickled her neck, he did not seem to be intent on punishing her, then she felt something wet her clothes, something that horrified her.

Jimin's blood was flowing copiously from his wounds, and despite the lack of a shirt she could not tell where it came from, the blood was so thick and plentiful that it covered the deep cuts.

"Y/N..." he said again, she clearly sensed the torment in his voice and if possible felt even worse, "I need your cooperation," he said bitterly.

The girl silently nodded after a few moments, Jimin closed his eyes, his complexion was increasingly ashen.

"My phone is on the bedside table, bring it to me," he let her go and she got up in pain, between running and the wild sexual intercourse she had a few hours earlier, she was not in a very good state, but she tried to be quick in retrieving the object in question. She could have called the police, asked for help and reported Jimin, but she did not think about those possibilities at all, what was wrong with her?

She felt like a horrible person, how had she become this way?

When she returned to Jimin she found him trying to hold his deep gashes to stem the flowing blood, his movements were getting slower and slower, but he reached for the phone, it took seconds too long to unlock the phone and find Jin's number, but when he did he was relieved.

"Jin," he called, licking his dry, purplish lips, "I have a problem," he coughed.

In the meantime, the woman hurriedly looked around, saw some tea towels in the kitchen and didn't think twice about picking them up, ran to the man who was continuing to talk to his boss and with trembling fingers pressed on the wounds firmly, causing Jimin to spasm, who immediately clenched his teeth. There was so much vermilion liquid that her head spun, she must have been crazy for doing such a thing, she did not kill people.

"... I lost a lot of it, yes... No, she is here with me," he was saying, and that made her blanch. It was over.

Her chest began to lower and rise more and more slowly, Y/N was witnessing the boy's condition and could do nothing, for either of them.

Fuck, she didn't know if Jimin would protect her, he would probably be the one to give the order to slaughter her, assuming he didn't keep the honor for himself, but dead Jimin was pretty much sure she would follow him immediately.

When the boy put down, he took to staring at her without saying a word, he was quiet, he wasn't ranting at her, he just seemed...surrendered.

"Why did you do that?" he asked weakly, she squared him with glazed eyes, "Why did you stab me?"

"You hurt me," she said with a knot in her throat, "Before, it was different... you were like him," she sobbed, leaving Jimin strangled and confused .

What had he done and who was "him"?

Jimin tried to remember his actions, he had come home drunk, this was clear to both of them, and he was angry, very angry.

Suddenly he remembered everything, frowned.

He had... he had....

Why did he feel so bad at the thought of what he had done? After all, this was not the first time, he had done it before, he was interested in feeling pleasure, and he had even punished her, she deserved it! But looking at those tear-filled eyes, it wasn't just the wounds that cut off his breath. Perhaps death was fucking with his brain.

"Y/N..." he seemed to want to tell her something important, perhaps it was about his last breath, but-

"Jimin! Jimin!" tense and nervous voices interrupted that moment full of unexpressed feelings, Y/N turned toward the men dressed in black who with weapons in hand began to check the whole apartment, some she recognized, she had already seen them in the company of the boy.

Other men ran to attend to him, beginning to check his vitals and oxygen, strong, angry hands pulled her away from the man and she found herself screaming in fear.

"It was you, right! Fucking-"

"Hoseok, let her go immediately!" exclaimed Jimin as he pushed one of the doctors aside, his pale, tired face glowering at the man behind the girl's back, "Do you hear me?" he huffed furiously, Hoseok tightened his grip on her, hurting her.

"What do you want me to do then? We can't leave her so fucking unpunished!"

"Lock her in her room," ordered Jimin with a cold stare, Y/N whitened, "She is not to come out of there, just as no one is to enter her room until I return, understood?"

The grip on her shoulders vanished, but another made her get up in a rush, the woman saw Jimin being carried away by the medics, while someone else slammed her violently inside her room, she fell ruefully to the floor and held her arm in pain.

She cast a glance at the culprit and recognized him as Taehyung. He seemed beside himself.

"If I don't kill you now it's only because Jimin doesn't want to, but don't expect mercy from us," he spat, distraught at the image of his friend reduced to that condition.

He slammed the door behind him and the lock was heard to close.

It was really over.

GUYS I MISS BTS

Said Dearest <3

summary: In which yn and Jungkook work their way through challenges together.

warnings: Mention of drugs (cocaine), themes involving addiction, toxic relationship, light angst, drug dealer!Tae(yes its a warning), Jk is obsessed with reader(whats new?), suggestive language.

word count: 3.4k

You’re buttoning up your blouse while Jungkook lays with his tattooed arms propping his head to give him a good view of you in your tights and half- opened blouse.

“Can’t you take the day off- I have a few things we could do in mind.” He says suggestively.

You roll your eyes at his boyish behavior. You guess you asked for this when you absentmindedly chose to get ready in front of him.

Jungkook stealthily crawls towards the end of the bed and gently takes you by the thigh, spinning your form so you’re facing him.

“Dear, I can’t take today off but we can do something after I get off.” You explain softly, his fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake. Jungkook hums as his hands trail up to your waist, bringing you closer. His eyes meet yours as he finishes buttoning your shirt for you, fixing the collar.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers.

“You don’t have to ask. Just take it, Kook.”  

You know he wants to make up for the past when he wouldn’t ask and just placed his lips upon yours before you could interject but things are different now. You’re his and he is gonna do everything to make you see that he can be better; not only for himself but for you.

He kisses the breath out of you and you’re fighting to stay afloat with your hands on his hair while his hands ghost over the dimples at the bottom of your spine when you pull away to giggle at the tickling sensation it causes.

“What?” Jungkook chuckles as your laugh grows heartier.

“Did the kiss suck that bad?”

You laugh harder, trying to calm down to explain yourself but his stupid hand touches the spot again bringing tears to your eyes.

“No! No it tickles, babe-stop!” You push his hands off of you.

An amused look covers Jungkook's face and he’s astounded by the way you can take him from being hard at the sight of you getting ready to leave for work to laughing over him accidentally tickling you.

“Where does it tickle?”

“My dimples. Right here.”

You say, turning so he can see the indents in your brown skin at the bottom of your spine.

“Oh shit.”

Fuck. He’s hard again.

“What?” You turn around to look at him again oblivious to the effect you have on him. 

“Baby you can’t go to work today, I’m sorry.” He urges you desperately.

“But why?” You whine.

“Because you’ve been my girlfriend for a few hours and I have to give you the best day of your life. Work just won’t fit into that.”

You will admit, his words make your tummy do a little flip.

“Bro don’t do this to me.” You say, bringing your hand to cover your face.

“Do what?” Jungkook laughs, pulling your hands from your face to kiss the tip of your nose.

“You’re making me flustered and it’s 8am!”

Jungkook hums pulling you back into bed with the duvet pulled up and his arms wrapped around you.

“You are one persuasive man, you know that?”

“Nah, I think you just really like me.” You hear the smugness in his tone as you roll your eyes and laugh while he laughs at the fact he makes you laugh. He’s quick to litter your face with kisses while you squeal and act like you want to get him off of you.

“You’re a dork, you know that?” You joke, letting your finger graze his jaw.

“As long as I’m your dork I don’t mind.”

-

Jungkook is lightning on his feet when it comes to planning a day with you. It’s nothing new really but you never witnessed it this closely. He’s quick to acquire a basket that he single-handedly fills up with your favorite snacks and confections.

“Thank you for putting this all together!” You smile up at the starry eyed boy, snuggling into his chest.

“Of course, my love.” He smiles.

The sun was brightly shining and for the first time in a while you pulled on a sundress to let the rays hit your skin. Jungkook watches as you close your eyes and give him the freedom to just stare at you without having to be worried you’ll catch him. Maybe it's that you possess clairvoyant abilities because your eyes open to meet his stare with a cheeky smirk.

“Lay with me. You need a tan just as bad as I do.” You smile, poking his tattooed bicep. He doesn’t deny you and lays next to you while you entrap his arm in your embrace and use it like a pillow.

“Ooh someone’s clingy.” He jabs lightheartedly and you pout letting him go.

“First you make me skip work and now the name-calling? I can’t win with you.” You say theatrically as he laughs and pulls you in by your waist. Arms strong but always gentle with handling you. His lips meet your cheek several times sealing the fact that he’s joking.

“I’ll always win with you.” 

You meet his eyes stunned at his words when suddenly you’re ripped from the bubble of the honeymoon phase you two were living in.

“If it isn’t my favorite client!” You turn to see Taehyung approaching as Jungkook leans up to look at the man. It hasn’t been that long since he was indulging in acts you didn’t approve of with the man but he had already erased that from his mind. Things are different now.

“Hey hyung.” Jungkook stands to give the man a proper greeting that contains a bro hug as they begin engaging in conversation about things you’re unaware of so none of the exchange makes sense as you listen intently. 

“Been calling you but it seems you’ve been….preoccupied.” Taehyung looks at you as he speaks, trailing his gaze back to Jungkook.

“I’ll see you tonight for what we planned. We can talk about the details in private.” Jungkook says under his breath. He doesn’t want you to know that Taehyung was kind of his employer while also being his dealer. You didn’t know how Jungkook made his money and he’d rather keep it that way. Taehyung nods, turning to nod at you.

“I’ll leave you lovebirds be. Don’t have too much fun.” He winks, backing away before turning to walk away from the two of you.

Jungkook is quiet next to you, jaw clenched in sheer annoyance and you can’t help yourself before you’re adding onto it.

“What was that about?” You poke.

“Nothing.” He snaps so quickly you nearly get whiplash. 

“Nothing?” You poke again, stiffly.

“It’s just work stuff. Business shit.”

Jungkook knows where your mind goes as soon as you meet his eyes. It didn’t matter how much you loved him. His addictive past still exists and you know how far he can go.

“That’s not a good enough answer for me.”

Jungkook may be stubborn but you are just as stubborn if not more stubborn than him. You didn’t go to the clubs he went to but you had a hunch for what went down from the things Yoongi’s told you from when he goes to pick him up from said club. 

“There won’t be any pretty girls there if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Oh don’t give me that shit. I don’t care about you cheating on me, I care about you relapsing. If you’re gonna put me through this just to cheat on me then that’s on you but if you so much as think about coke-I swear to god-” You seethe. 

“You said we’d give this a solid chance. I have not done anything to piss you off!”

“You were high yesterday!” You yell, before you can stop yourself. 

He’s silent. Nothing to say because it’s all crystal clear now. You didn’t break up with Jimin because you suddenly realized you actually wanted him instead but you were giving him you in exchange for quitting all the substances.

“And you were dating Jimin yesterday.” He retaliates.

You’ll admit you walked into that one but you didn’t think he would throw it in your face like that.

“Fine. I don’t have to do this with you.” You stand up and grab your purse.

“Where the fuck are you going?” He stands towering over you, taking your arm in his hand.

“Home, work, anywhere but here if we’re just gonna fight. I know we have some things to work through and I don’t know how but I do know I can’t stay away from you and-”

Your eyes are glassy as you ramble when he pulls you into his chest and your form complies as you wrap your arms around him.

“It’s okay. We’re gonna be okay. We can do this.”

His hand strokes your hair delicately before he takes your face in his hands.

“I don’t care how angry I make you. You can’t walk away from me like that. I love you.”

“I was just so mad- I'm sorry. I love you more.”

 His heart swells as he holds back his own tears. More tears travel down your cheek as his thumb catches them to wipe away. His lips meet your temples in consolation as he holds you close. 

“Do you want to come with me?” He gently suggests.

The last thing you were expecting was an invite from him to the club that you know he frequents for whatever business he tends to.

“Really?” You look up at him.

“Yeah. We can stay and dance for a bit after I’m done if you want.”

You tilt your head, thinking it over. This is a fresh start for you and him. He’s inviting you to go have fun with him. Nothing could go wrong if you were hanging on his arm all night so you nod slowly as his expression softens at the thought of him finally being able to show you off in that way.

“Yeah?” He seeks further confirmation.

“Yeah it’ll be fun I think.” You lean in, letting your lips meet his in what you meant to be a short peck but he does not let you off easy as his hand holds you cheek to keep you glued to him. You take it as an apology that you accept.

-

Your senses are on overdrive as you enter the club with your hand in Jungkook’s. You tried to indulge in the fun of getting ready by romanticizing every part of it. The makeup, the little black dress you pulled from the back of your closet, along with the heels you knew would be hanging from your fingers by the end of the night. You knew it’d be hard to have fun in this place. You’d rather lean against the wall at one of his parties every night if it meant you could avoid this but you mustered up the courage as you clung onto Jungkook’s arm. 

“There you are! Thought you ditched me.” Taehyung shouts at the sight of Jungkook as you and him enter the section where a bunch of people you don’t know are sitting socializing and snorting from the pile of substances on the table. 

Jungkook leans into you, whispering in your ear as you take in the scene.

“Sit down over there, dearest. I won’t be long.” He lands a kiss on your temple as you close your eyes in an attempt to stop yourself from walking out and  waiting for him in the Range Rover.

You’re wordless as you sit down on the only part of the sectional that isn’t occupied as Jungkook sits next to Taehyung who he falls into conversation with, not missing a beat. Your eyes are on him as he laughs at something Taehyung says to him. The girls next to you meet your eye and you smile at them trying not to give them the vibe that you’re judging them. Sure, you didn’t think they should be doing coke in a VIP section of a club with fuck-ass Taehyung, but that wasn’t any of your business. 

“You new here? I’ve never seen you here before.” Her eyes are bright and she smiles wide as she looks at you.

“Oh-uh yeah I’m just here with my boyfriend.” You try to muster a smile.

“Who’s your boyfriend?” The other girl chimes in, she’s got dimple piercing that shines underneath the strobe lights. You point in the male’s direction as they gasp.

“Taehyung?”

“No Jungkook.” You counter.

The dance floor fills up with more visitors and the songs become more familiar as the night goes on.

“Girl the way you movin got me in a trance-” 

The girls next to you pull you along with them as they run over to the dance floor when the song comes on. You stumble on your heels as the one with the bright eyes starts gyrating on you. You laugh but sway your hips in momentum with the beat. You shout the tune at the top of your lungs. The second verse comes on and you're jumping up and down like you’re on a trampoline as well as the other girls. You’re probably getting stares but  you can’t find it in you to care as laughter rings through your chest and the song ends.

“Let me buy you a drink! I’m Lynn by the way!” The bright eyed one speaks as you look back over to where Jungkook is still engaging in conversation with Taehyung so you turn back around and nod.

“Sure!”

You didn’t plan to drink tonight, the plan was to keep an eye on your boyfriend but he’s a big boy. Perhaps you needed to let him take care of himself just this once.

God you sound pathetic.

The girl easily calls over the bartender as he greets her with sultry coated eyes. She’s unbothered as she orders three drinks that I barely catch the names of until she utters that of a vodka cranberry. When she’s done she turns to you.

“You must be the one and only yn Jungkook is always talking about. God he adores you.”

“Oh stop it-” you shyly laugh as the other girl with the dimple piercings introduces herself with a smile.

“I’m Kita by the way- and rightfully so, you’re gorgeous.”

“You guys are too nice-both of you are beautiful as well-” you’re startled by a hand on the small of your back as you crane your neck to look at the source of it when Jungkook smiles down at you, pecking you on the lips as you swat at his chest for displaying his affection in such a public space.

“Dearest, be nice.” You whisper gently.

“I see you’ve made friends.” He acknowledges the girls with a nod. 

When the bartender gives you your drink Jungkook examines it closely before taking a sip of it and  handing it to you, who tastes the drink that is a lot of vodka and very little cranberry.

“Enjoy your drink. See you around.” Kita wishes me and Jungkook a good night as Lynn drags her back to the center of the dance floor. You wish them a good night as well when strong arms wrap around you and Jungkook lands a kiss on your neck.

“How’d it go with Taehyung?” You ask and he mumbles a ‘good’ near your ear. He clings to you while you finish off your drink and you turn to face him.

“Ready to go, my love?” He asks, pushing the stray curls from your face that must’ve fallen when you were dancing.

You nod before he helps you off the stool and intertwines his fingers with yours and leads you towards the exit to the car where he doesn’t bother getting buckled but grabs your face and kisses you like he’s afraid if he doesn’t you’ll disappear.

“What’d I do?” You question in between kisses. He detaches from you for a bit and shakes his head.

“You’re just so gorgeous is all. Like kissing your pretty lips.”

You pout and giggle before leaning in to close the space between you. Your hands tangle in his and you wish you could pull him closer than he already is and it’s like he hears your thoughts because he trails his hands to your waist and guides your body over the console to straddle his thighs and continue your abuse on his mouth with yours. He battles for dominance with his tongue as your hands slide from his neck to his chest down his taut abdomen as he shivers under your touch, faltering in his motions.

“Fuck.” He grunts, his hands sliding up your thighs, moving the stretchy material of your tight black dress, while fiddling the ring on his lip as he gnaws on it. A shiver trails up your spine at the gesture. It’d been so long since you had been this worked up over anyone before and although your worse judgment made you wanna pull his cock out of his jeans and wrap your lips around it, you decided you wanted it to be in the comfort of your home instead of his car.

“We should head back home, yeah?” You exhale, pecking his cheek to which he chuckles.

“If there’s anything I hate and love most about you it’s your self control.” He strains a chuckle as you can basically feel his hard length through his jeans as you feel your arousal dripping out of you.

You lean in to him slowly, hand holding his cheek before you speak slowly.

“I’m giving you the chance to take me home and fuck me properly.”

Jungkook’s eyes pop out of his sockets, 

“Oh! Right. I should take us home.”

You’re quiet when you climb off of him and into the passenger seat, fiddling with the stereo to connect your phone to it. You put your list of liked songs on shuffle and sing along to the songs that come on. You’re obviously in your own element when Jungkook’s hand comes to rest on your thigh because it slightly startles you for a moment before you rest your hand on it with a smile as you give him an incredulous look. Even though the car was drenched in sexual tension, you still were teetering the line of being cautionary. A dark cloud of how this could mess everything up loomed over your head but you knew you didn’t want to go through this with anyone else but him.

You’re subject to Jungkook’s hands and lips as soon as the door of your apartment clicks shut and you find yourself welcoming them as you writhe under his fingertips. He pulls away to look you in the eyes, caressing your cheek when he asks, “You’re sober right?”

“Yeah? I only had one drink.”

He nods, “So? You’re a lightweight.”

Your heart swells at the way he knows everything about you. It’s little, you know, but it turns you on more than it should.

“I’m a little buzzed, but-”

He doesn’t let you further that thought. 

“Aht. That’s all I need to hear. I’ll make you some tea and we’ll put a movie on.” He pulls off of you completely as you latch on to him.

“But I’m not drunk.” You whine, pecking his cheek as if to prove a point but he just laughs and wraps his arms around you.

“You’re tipsy.” He argues. You pout as your next excuse weighs heavy on your tongue as he stares you down with a look that tells you he isn’t budging on his decision. You sigh, placing a kiss of surrender upon his cheek.

“I love you.” You utter.

The boy is a little taken aback at the words that leave the beautiful being that is you. He’s afraid he loves you more than you ever could love him back but he doesn’t say that to you.

“Don’t distract me from being a good boyfriend.” 

You roll your eyes, “I’m not! I mean it. I know I tried to save our friendship by acting like I didn’t but I always have. Wouldn’t be so careful if it wasn’t for love.” Sincerity drips from your tone and you hope he knows you have never been more serious in your life.

Jungkook can’t say he understands your strategy but he isn’t ready to delve into that yet. Not with the way your glassy eyes stare back at him. Not in the little black dress you chose to wear or with the shine adorning your cheeks.

“I believe you baby.” He smiles painfully, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

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Me and my multiple personalities passing out after a hard day of putting all of them to work.

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i’m straight now.

This is terrifying omg….excited to see where you go with this!!

Dark Moon | Chapter Eight

Pairing | yandere!Jimin x Reader

Word Count | 3k

Avvertenze |​​​​​​​ +18, yandere themes, smut noncon, teasing, forced nudity, humiliation, glove returns, insults, slapping, fingering, tears, forced pleasure, finger licking, rough penetration, vaginal sex, orgasm denial, contraceptive use, Jimin becomes a lust demon, MC loses patience and explodes, triggering content, this is not for minors

This fanfiction is yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | She just wanted to escape her past, take charge of her life and break out of her steel cage, praying in God for a miracle that could change her life for good.

And her prayers were heard, but it was not the Divine that answered her.

That was certainly the devil in the guise of an angel, she thought as those corrupted and empty eyes searched her soul with extreme voracity.

He turned a sweet, false smile on her, before pushing her into the abyss.

➢ Author's Note | Here is the new chapter of Dark Moon ❤️ Let me know what you think, it is always a joy for me to know if you like the story 🥰

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He passed the hallway that divided them with a light step, darkness engulfing the house in deadly silence, he kept thinking of her as a chill slid down his spine, he thought of her small, soft body, his to break in any way.

When he reached the bedroom, the doorknob lowered under the pressure of his fingers, opened without making a squeak. Nothing in that house seemed willing to help the young woman.

He inhaled into the air the sweet scent of woman there, it was floral and honeyed, something that made a low, deep growl vibrate in his chest.

Like a predator he reached for his prey as silently as possible, moving through the darkness, his friend, this reminded him of the night of the abduction, just as then he watched her sleeping blissfully in a bed that did not belong to her, illuminated by the dim light of the street lamps filtering through the ajar window, her face softly stretched in an angelic expression angered the man, who contrary to his emotional state felt his cock harden.

He bit his lower lip as he climbed onto the bed he had personally chosen for her; he had taken care of every little detail and she should have simply thanked him.

When Y/N lifted his heavy eyelids in the darkness of the room he knew immediately that something was wrong. She felt foreign moisture on her neck, but it took her a few seconds longer to connect well and understand the actual situation.

Jimin broke away from the delicate line of her neck to imprison her in his lust and resentment-laden eyes, with a small, shrill cry she tried to evade the man, who in response imprisoned her in his strong arms.

"Be quiet," he hissed harshly, watching the young woman's chest heave at a terrified, dizzying pace, reminded him of a pawing mare, and with a grin unfastened the first button of her pajamas from one of the buttonholes.

"What are you going to do?" she swallowed breathlessly, feeling the chill night air at every flap of skin let loose from the constriction of the warm fabric.

"I'm going to take what's mine," he murmured, grasping between his teeth a pinkish, delicate pearl that soon turned scarlet following a bite that made her scream in pain; she wriggled in his arms, trying to escape, and Jimin buried, if possible, even more his head between the woman's breasts, letting his warm, delicate tongue soothe those suffocating sensations, repeatedly striking the offended, stiff tip, he sucked the rest of the soft skin insistently, causing small, stinging bruises to surface, the young woman looked up at the ceiling of her room in shock, everything was happening so quickly that the anxiety in her chest erupted into yet another panic attack.

Y/N grabbed him by the shoulders, putting force to push him away, and her nails penetrated the man's beautiful skin, which far from contentedly pulled away from the girl's now battered breasts.

His black eyes were dipped in fire and soon Y/N realized his fury, at first she hadn't noticed anything, too caught up in her own personal despondency, but now she could clearly see the torment encased in the irises of the man who towered over her like a statue of pure marble, a slap torn the skin of her lower lip, leaving her breathless.

With his jaw tensed Jimin nailed his hips to the girl's, making her aware of his complete nakedness, the woman lost a beat, at which point she burst into tears, remembering when the man had forced her to take him in her mouth, she didn't think it would happen again so soon, God ... she had even gotten used to the idea of being out of the Dark Moon's business.

As if Jimin had read her mind, a lazy smile stretched across his angelic features.

"I took you away from that place because I didn't want other men to dump their cum into you," he said grabbing her by the chin in a grip that had nothing gentle about it at all, "You should thank me, I saved you from a life as a whore that would have made you satisfy the cravings and perversions of all those pigs you would meet."

Y/N would have liked to reply that he was the one who had brought her there, that she had absolutely nothing to thank him for, but Jimin's lips pounced on hers, plugging her mouth before she could say anything that would surely only bring more trouble for her.

The kiss was violent and full of possession, Jimin's tongue entwined with hers in a voracious struggle, heedless of the blood staining her broken lower lip, he took care to taste her sweet flavor as he slowly slid the covers off her body.

Then an idea tickled his mind, releasing the young woman from his ravenous mouth, causing her to momentarily regain air.

"Get undressed," he ordered peremptorily, moving away to make himself comfortable between the blankets.

Y/N watched frozen as the male's actions shamelessly displayed the stiffened length of his cock; it was colored a vivid shade of pink, the turgid tip wet with clear liquid was screaming with need, but Jimin did not even try to touch himself, his dark, wicked irises were on her, waiting.

"Did you hear me?"

Y/N pondered the situation well, and no matter how hard she looked for a way out, it simply did not exist.

If she had tried to escape, he would have caught her and beaten her.

If she had hit him, it probably still would have ended with her getting beaten.

With her heart in her throat she unbuttoned what was left of the buttons of her pajamas, she felt dirty, she was not even fighting for her dignity.

She ended up lowering her shorts as well, remaining only in her clear briefs, and Jimin drank in with his eyes every drop of the image that came before him. He knew she was beautiful, even if annoying, there was a goddess in front of him and a more intense vibration of his cock made him nod in agreement in his mind, now she was simply perfect, because now she belonged to him.

The thought of sharing her had dampened his enthusiasm somewhat, but now he would no longer have to worry about it.

That slut would only welcome his cum where, when, and as much as he wanted it.

"Now turn around and make like the bitches in heat," he said softly, humiliating the woman even more, who clamped her mouth in a hard line, making her tear-filled eyes sparkle, "I won't repeat myself, Y/N. Do what I just told you," he used her name to emphasize the threat in his voice. Jimin was a man of his word, she knew it well.

Swallowing the knot of tears, the woman did as she was told, showing the man the full view of her buttocks still covered by her panties, Jimin hummed contentedly following the line of her pussy that seemed to seduce and call to him, he noticed only then a slight wet spot at the height of her slit, an increasingly sadistic and amused grin spread across his face.

"Wait for me here without moving, understand? I'll be back soon," he intimated to her, leaving the room heedless of his cock screaming at him to take her right away.

Y/N stared at the headboard of the bed with a look lost in nothingness, feeling ashamed of the immoral position she had been forced to, it made her feel if possible even more naked, and she was also getting tired, her wrists and knees that supported her weight were going numb, she was on the verge of collapsing when Jimin returned, she felt his presence not because he announced it, but because by now her body shivered whenever he was around.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, sweetheart," he chuckled, placing himself behind her intentionally, "I just want to make sure I won't hurt a virgin pussy," he whispered in her ear, Y/N had only time to frown, because next Jimin slipped her panties off just enough to slip two fingers directly through the girl's tight, moist slit, who let out a cry at the painful intrusion, only then did she notice something strange, something that made her chest flare with humiliation.

Jimin's hand was wrapped in a leather glove, that leather glove.

The boy caressed her innermost walls, not bothering to be gentle, Y/N squeezed her eyes shut at the cruel invasion, moaning breathlessly at the glove rubbing into her in a rough and crude way, Jimin pushed his fingers deeper, against a spot that made her jerk in surprise, the man at that point added a third finger, delighted by the half moans that the woman could not block between her teeth, devastated by her body feeling pleasure against her will.

Y/N feared this might happen, but she did not imagine it would happen so soon, somehow he had won, again.

The man's hand increased the pace, touching more and more sensitive and hot spots, the girl's hips began to come to him trembling and shy, at which point he stopped, pulling out his three fingers completely drenched in her pearly essence. He watched in satisfaction as that result, pride filled his chest, and a low laugh vibrated through the room.

"You're not a virgin, that certainly hasn't changed," he began, kneeling down to get a better look at her trembling state of shock and stolen pleasure, "But honey, you're so wet now, the first time wasn't like this," he mortified her, leaving a thick lick along her soaked slit, reaching the swollen clitoris that until then had remained untouched and throbbing, Y/N squeezed her eyes shut despondently in the throes of an enjoyment she should not have experienced, Jimin pulled away only to bring proof of his words to her eyes, the glove glistening with her stringy essence.

"Lick," the man ordered, surprising her once again, "Good bitches lick everything until they clean up their mess," he said cruelly, and Y/N did so.

She brought his fingers to her mouth and licked her own essence under Jimin's order, who touched her soft tongue pushing up to her throat. The woman choked for air until the boy released her to put himself back behind her.

He didn't even give her time to get used to the idea, he slid the tip of his cock against her perky, receptive clitoris: once, twice, three times, Jimin lost count of how many times he unnerved the girl before positioning himself at her entrance and sliding inside her.

The pleasure for the man was immediate, he clawed her hard by the hips before thrusting fiercely inside her, Y/N screamed in vain, despite the soggy, throbbing walls the size and thrusts of Jimin's cock were simply too much to bear, she had never had to deal with anything like this, the sensitive tip met the entrance of her cervix and the girl stiffened at the foreign sensation, contracting the walls and squeezing Jimin's cock in such a way that soon had the room filled with the boy's moans and grunts.

"Holy-! You squeeze me so good!" he gasped without realizing it, now lost and intoxicated, peering his length in and out drenched with both of their arousal, his balls slapped the woman's clitoris, she collapsed with her face on the pillows, which muffled her desperate moans, she felt pain, but also a strange pleasure in her belly, which along with the shiny, stimulated pearl between her legs tried to make her reach for something, something that never came.

Jimin got off her just in time, continuing to masturbate with his gloved hand, squeezing the red tip until he discharged his cum between the girl's quivering buttocks.

Y/N finally fell onto the bed, exhausted and unsatisfied.

She had never been able to feel pleasure, she thought with a knot in her throat, she also knew why, and she still could not believe that Jimin had been able to make her go that far, even if in the end that thing had not exploded the way her body had desired.

For his part, Jimin was aware that between the two of them only he had orgasmed.

He had left earlier on purpose.

It was still early for her to experience that kind of pleasure with him; she had to earn it.

That did not, however, prohibit him from opening the lips that protected her now scarlet and abused slit, noticing that the semen poured onto her buttocks was dripping onto her pussy, the erotic sight made him sigh, before he left a kiss on her contracted clitoris that caused her to shudder.

"I've told you before, I could lick your pussy if you behave, Y/N..." he murmured an inch from her, "I could make you scream with pleasure, not pain, if only you'd let me," he sighed pulling away from her, the now-quiet demons were asking for rest, Jimin looked at the girl's still inert body, then left her there alone, returning to his bedroom.

The next morning Y/N found a white box on her bedside table with a note next to it and a glass of water.

'Take it before breakfast, prevention is better than cure.'

The woman frowned, reading the brand name on the box and soon realized what it was. It was a morning-after pill.

She moved to get up from the bed, but a tremendous twinge of pain between her legs made her breath catch, the memory of Jimin's wild thrusts was still vivid and painful in her, pulling up with her nose she strained to take the water and the pill, she would not allow such an accident with that monster, at least he had been quite prescient in that case.

Y/N's routine changed drastically for the worse from then on, if during the day she had a semblance of peace, at night when Jimin came home it was hell, he always waited for her to finish dinner and go to sleep to attack.

He lived in anxiety every night, he didn't know it, but she had become the young man's new addiction, drowning in her body helped him escape from his disgusting memories, helped him not to think, and more than once she had been on the verge of fainting under his desperate thrusts, she ached all over and the man didn't seem to care at all.

He fed lustfully on her.

"I hate you! I hate you!" she shrieked one evening with contempt-infused eyes in his direction, it had been yet another stressful day at work for Jimin, the only thing he wanted was to find himself in bed with her, his new cure and damnation.

He had found her standing there cooking for herself, Jimin never ate at home and even if he had, he would never have eaten anything prepared by her, he could not have known what might be in that food and he wanted to avoid possible poisoning from his recalcitrant bedmate.

He had not held back, he had reached behind her heedless of her terrified gasp, attaching himself to her neck like a suction cup as he reached down with his hands to her hot intimacy, for Y/N was too much.

She could take it no more, she was in pain, and the only thing she was getting from all that fucking was just a strange state of upset and dissatisfaction, as well as now devastating physical pain.

She threw everything she was using up in the air only to turn to the boy and slap him full in the face, the small fingers matched perfectly with the soft skin that turned scarlet in seconds, she continued to hit him on the chest with fists and more slaps.

"You're fucking killing me!" she cried hysterically, Jimin cashed in each blow with icy, marble eyes, let her vent without a word, "I'm going crazy! Why are you doing this to me!"

The girl collapsed to the ground, exhausted, the adrenaline that had pervaded her body leading her to such an outburst now gone, now she was alone, tremendously alone with her tormentor.

She lifted her weary eyes to Jimin, who touched his injured cheek to his face slowly, licking the split and bleeding corner of his mouth.

Y/N marveled at her own strength, her hands burning and throbbing feverishly, she closed them into fists, ready to suffer the fury of man.

The latter knelt in front of her, grabbed her chin firmly and forced her to look at him. Y/N already imagined what would happen.

"What's the matter?" he asked, leaving her stunned, "Is it because I won't let you cum or because your pussy is a little sore?"

"A little?" shocked the woman, "You don't care about me, you just want to use me as a sack for your cum and then throw me away!"

Jimin nodded unable to do anything else, strangely even seemed sympathetic, then said something out of the blue that shocked both of them.

"I'm sorry."

With a strange expression on his face, he got up and disappeared into his bedroom before those words could penetrate deeper into both of them, Y/N observed the place left empty by the boy with a vacant look. Those simple apologies could not belong to Park Jimin. He never apologized; in fact, it was as if he was allowed to do whatever he most craved, so why apologize?

For this very reason she remained vigilant all night, staying awake until the first light of dawn. But Jimin did not show up.

He had not looked for her, neither the next day nor the next.

It was as if Jimin had forgotten about her, but Y/N could not know how wrong she was.

guys i love yeonjun

I’m transferring again- in the fall and I’m really gonna miss my coworkers they really welcomed me into the workplace. Ughh this better be worth it.

I love Beomgyu and no one else

I wish you guys liked said dearest as much as I did like everytime I post a part it’s crickets….its okay though!

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the way this man moved up on my svt bias list he’s literally number 3 now 😮‍💨

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lovesick (XV)

— pairing: yandere ot7 x (f) reader — word count: 12.8k — warnings: yandere, obsessive behaviour, explicit sexual content (oral sex (m & f receiving), vaginal sex, etc! just a lot of smut lmao). — summary: You dreamed of the day you would get your very own soulmark. Though, you didn’t expect to wake up to a searing hurt in your arm, the phantom pain of your shoulder being dislocated and your forearm fractured. As if dealing with the worst possible soulmark ever wasn’t bad enough, you also have to come to terms with the fact that you’re being stalked. When the letters and gifts you receive begin to escalate and the police offers no help, you have no other option than to figure out who’s behind it yourself – and hopefully before it’s too late.

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You jolt awake with a cry, scrambling to push yourself up from the couch. The sudden movement sends another wave of blinding hot pain through your body, rendering your arm useless as it buckles underneath you. Your vision swims while you try to gather your senses, a loud ringing echoing inside your head.

"Y/n!" You hear Seokjin call your name as he runs into the living room, his knees hitting the floor with a hard thud as he throws himself down next to the couch. "What's going on?! Are you okay?" 

You feel his fingers on your face, his voice filled with worry as he urges you to take deep breaths. You don't realize how lightheaded you are, your chest excruciatingly tight until you manage to inhale a pitiful amount of air between your pained gasps. You can't remember if you closed your eyes or if the pain made you momentarily black out, but when you manage to pry them open, it's to find five distraught faces looking down at you.

"Y/n, can you hear me?" Namjoon asks, hands hovering over your body as if he can't decide whether or not it's a good idea to touch you.

"Y-yes," You croak, shivering with hurt as another sharp pain blankets your body. You're struggling to pinpoint just where it's coming from, your mind overwhelmed at the suddenness of it all. 

"What happened, darling?"

"Don't know," You stutter, grinding your teeth as your shoulder suddenly begins to throb something fierce. You try to twist over on your side to alleviate the hurt, but all it really accomplishes is just to cause a burst of pain to explode in your foot. 

You choke on your next breath, your stomach turning from the intense discomfort. It doesn't make any sense. You were fine before you laid down to take a nap, so how can you suddenly be in so much pain?

Jimin makes a sad noise as you let out a whimper, his lips bitten red with worry. Through blurry eyes, you find Jungkook and Hoseok standing next to him, their postures screaming distress. All five of them seem to be at just as much of a loss as you are. 

The pain muddles your brain enough that it takes another minute of deep breaths before you realize that you're missing two soulmates. Two soulmates who were supposed to go out into the woods to do something they didn't want to disclose. Something that was supposed to be a surprise.

"Taehyung and Yoongi," You gasp, "They're hurt. I-It's not my pain, it's theirs." 

Understanding dawns on their faces, their worry taking on a newfound urgency. 

"Do you know where they went?" Seokjin asks, throwing a panicked look over his shoulder at the other boys. 

"No, I wasn't–"

Hoseok is cut off when Jungkook suddenly smacks a hand against his chest and exclaims, "I know!"

He straightens up, a determined look replacing his concern as he says, "Yoongi hyung told me before they left. They were headed west towards that patch of smaller trees." 

"I'll come with you," Namjoon springs to his feet, nearly bumping into Jimin as they both start to follow Jungkook towards the door. He sends the blonde a grateful look as Jimin grabs his arm to steady him.

"Careful, hyung, we don't need more injuries today."

"Sorry, sorry," Namjoon mumbles, ducking his head as he hurries to grab his shoes and coat. 

Jimin shakes his head with a sigh, his mouth pressed into a tight line. He spares you another torn look, eyes flickering to Hoseok and Seokjin as he says, "Take good care of Y/n. We'll be back as soon as we can." 

"Of course," Seokjin says.

"You have to find them," You whimper, leaning into Seokjin's touch as he strokes your cheek. 

"They will, sunshine, don't worry," Hoseok steps closer to the couch, occupying the space Namjoon left. He takes your hand into his, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

Although the pain has already begun to dull ever so slightly, your shoulder and foot keep throbbing harshly at random intervals, making it spike back up again. The deep worry you feel for Yoongi and Taehyung feels almost foreign. Feeling your soulmate's pain like this would usually leave you annoyed – angry, even – that you had been dealt the worst cards when it came to a soulmate bond and that you would have to suffer through a stranger's pain. Now though, it almost leaves you feeling a little relieved. If you didn't know they were in pain you would've been able to send the others out after them.

You don't think anything is broken but judging by the pain in your foot, one of them has definitely sprained their ankle. It could take them hours to make it back without help depending on how far they've walked. It doesn't help that the sun has started to dip in the sky, sure to bring darkness along with its descent. They won't have more than an hour to make it back before the trees become spindly shadows against the snow, making it nearly impossible to navigate the way back to the cabin.

You hear the door open and feel the rush of cold air that whips into the room. You raise your voice as much as you can muster, wincing at how shaky it sounds as you say, "It's going to get dark soon, so please hurry. And be careful." 

"We will, darling," Namjoon promises. The door shuts soon after, muffling their voices as they leave to find Taehyung and Yoongi. 

"You should rest for a bit, angel, it'll make the pain lessen faster," Seokjin's brown eyes swim with sadness as he plants a soft kiss on your nose. He pushes himself to his feet, patting Hoseok's shoulder as he says, "I'll go get the first aid kit ready for them. Hopefully that'll be enough."

"Sounds good, hyung, I'll stay here with Y/n in case she needs anything," Hoseok nods. 

Hoseok perches on the armrest behind your head, smoothing down your hair in slow motions. He hums a low tune as he strokes your head, so attentive and tender that it makes your heart skip a confused beat. Hoseok is one of the boys you've struggled the most to open up to – you can never seem to get a good read on him, to really understand what he's thinking. It's also been awfully difficult to shake off the fact that he was the one to drug you, that he had clearly laid plans to whisk you away no matter who showed up to his shop that evening everything came crashing down. 

And yet, despite it all, you know their recovery is dependent on you treating them all like equals. It's not always easy to do but in moments like this, where Hoseok is sweet and loving, it doesn't feel as daunting of a task. 

You indulge in Hoseok's coddling until the pain feels more bearable, until the sharpness quiets down to a familiar aching hurt. You eventually manage to sit up on the couch, your shoulder awfully sore when you roll it back. You grimace at how stiff your ankle feels as you try to put some weight on it. It's likely going to feel a little uncomfortable in the coming days but it's nothing you can't handle. You've felt way worse pain through the bond before. 

You manage to get to your feet with Hoseok's help, watching as Seokjin paces in front of the front door. He's got everything he might need to help patch Yoongi and Taehyung up laid out on the coffee table; bandages, painkillers and bowls of warm water at the ready. 

It must've been close to an hour since the other boys left and your anxiety feels like it's getting worse by the minute. The sun is just barely peeking over the horizon now and the temperatures are going to start dropping the moment it does. 

Just as you're about to ask Hoseok if the rest of you should join in on the search, you all perk up at the sound of muffled voices in the distance. 

"Thank the gods," Seokjin throws the door open as they get closer to the cabin, running down the steps to meet them halfway.

Hoseok helps you shuffle away from the couches, clearing the space for Taehyung and Yoongi just as the boys start trickling in the door. Yoongi enters first, his arms thrown over Namjoon and Jungkook's shoulders. He's walking with an obvious limp, much paler than usual. Yoongi winces with every step he's forced to take and you can tell that the hike back has been a long and painful experience for him. Namjoon and Jungkook look exhausted too, their faces flushed with exertion despite the cold. It couldn't have been easy to almost have to carry Yoongi the entire way back with such uneven terrain and deep snow. 

"Y/n," Yoongi's pained eyes meet yours the moment he steps inside the cabin. "I'm so sorry, gods, are you okay?"

"Don't worry about me, Yoongi, are you okay?" You shake your head, hoping he doesn't catch how you lean a little more of your weight against Hoseok's chest. The pain is better but it's still there, aching little pulses that flare up your foot whenever Yoongi takes another step. 

"I'm fine, we're fine–" Yoongi hisses as he bumps into the couch, squeezing his eyes shut at the pain. 

"Sorry, hyung," Jungkook winces, working with Namjoon to slowly lower him down onto the cushions. 

Your gaze flies back to the door just as Jimin helps Taehyung through it, his arm wrapped tightly against his chest with the scarf you saw Jungkook throw on earlier. Jimin has his arm around Taehyung's waist, keeping him steady as they move over to the other couch.  Seokjin follows closely behind them, fretting over every little wince and grimace Taehyung makes when his arm gets jostled. 

"Shit, Y/n, are you alright?" Taehyung pauses to grab your hand as he shuffles past you and Hoseok. He looks like a kicked puppy, his eyes growing glossy as he notices how you favour one side of your body over the other. 

"I'm really okay, Tae, the worst of it has already passed," You reassure him with a shaky smile. You give his fingers a squeeze, gently shooing him over to the couch so that he can rest. 

"You should sit down, sunshine," Hoseok murmurs against your ear.

At your nod, he assists you over to the first available chair, keeping the pace slow to mind your limp. You feel lightheaded by the time you sit down, echoes of pain flowing through the bond as the other boys help Yoongi and Taehyung remove their outerwear.

Yoongi lets out a pained groan as his shoe is inched off his injured foot, head thrown back against the couch as he tries to breathe through the hurt. Taehyung lets out a string of curses as he's forced to move his arm, biting his lip to stifle a shout as his jacket gets pulled off. Even while they're in pain they keep throwing apologies your way, sending you devastated looks whenever you wince or shift around. 

"What happened?" You ask as Seokjin and Namjoon rummage through the supplies on the table, looking for bandages and anything that might offer them a little support.

Selfishly, you can't bear to hear another apology from them.

You can't deny that it's nice to finally feel cared for while you're in pain, to finally hear someone be sorry for the hurt they've inadvertently caused you, but you don't want it like this. You can't stand that they're prioritizing your pain over their own, like they don't matter just as much. It makes you feel sick – guilty – your heart tight and aching at how quick they are to disregard themselves completely. 

"It was stupid," Yoongi grumbles, wincing as Namjoon moves his leg.

He shares a look with Taehyung, sighing as he admits, "We wanted to surprise you with a tree for Christmas. We figured it might make things feel a little more normal around here, with you know.. Ah, anyway– Joon, shit!" Yoongi cuts himself off with a hiss as Namjoon tightens the bandage around his ankle. 

"Sorry hyung, but it has to provide some support," Namjoon frowns. He pats Yoongi's thigh soothingly as he waits for the worst of the pain to pass. 

"We got hurt on the way back," Taehyung continues, picking up where Yoongi left off. "There was an icy patch hidden underneath the snow that Yoongi hyung had no chance of seeing, so he slipped and rolled his ankle. We were balancing the tree on our shoulders to make the trek back a little easier, but when hyung fell and I tried to reach out to catch him, all of the weight bore down on my shoulder." 

Taehyung's hand hovers above his shoulder, grimacing as he says, "I must've pulled something when it happened." 

"I'm sorry," You whisper. "You got hurt trying to do something nice for me–" 

Yoongi and Taehyung begin protesting immediately, grimacing and wincing as they try to shuffle closer despite the pain. 

"None of that," Seokjin tsks, holding Taehyung put while Namjoon does the same to Yoongi. "Accidents happen. This is no one's fault, so I don't want to hear any more apologies. Understood?" 

Both Taehyung and Yoongi murmur out a reluctant, 'yes hyung'. 

"Understood," You echo with a small nod as Seokjin turns to look at you.

His stern expression melts in an instant, his plump lips pursing in thought as he says, "We can still try to make things a little more festive here, no? It's Christmas, after all. I have some of the extra decorations leftover from the shop in my car." 

"I'll go get them, hyung!" Jungkook jumps to his feet, the earlier exhaustion wiped from his face at the prospect of making the cabin look a little more cozy for you. 

Seokjin tosses him his keys. "If Jungkookie takes care of the decorations, I'll go get started on the food. Since my sous chef is unavailable, I'll allow you to join me in the kitchen just this once Namjoon. But you're on stirring duty only!" 

"Hyung, are you sure?" Namjoon glances towards the kitchen, looking a little spooked. "You know I almost burned–" 

"I know," Seokjin cuts him off with a sigh. "But I trust you even less around string lights and ladders. So kitchen duty it is." 

Jimin shoots Seokjin an unsure look as he pats Taehyung's hair, clearly not convinced that cooking is the safest option. But as Seokjin begins to herd Namjoon out of the living room, Jimin simply shrugs and says, "I guess I'll go grab the tree then."

"The tree?" You ask, confused.

"Mhm," Jimin hums, "I couldn't let their hard work go to waste. It's probably going to look a little messed up since I had to drag it the entire way, but it's better than nothing." 

"Thanks, Jiminie," Taehyung smiles. "You should bring Hobi hyung with you, it's going to be hard to get it up the stairs alone." 

"Yeah, I'll help," Hoseok offers easily. You feel a finger settle under your chin before Hoseok turns your head to look at him, "Will you be fine on your own, sunshine? I can stay if you want." 

You shake your head. "I'm okay, really. You should help Jimin get it inside so that there are no more injuries today. I'll look after Taehyung and Yoongi." 

"Alright. Just shout if you need us," Hoseok says, kissing your cheek. 

Jimin looks Yoongi and Taehyung over one last time before he joins Hoseok by your chair, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he murmurs, "I'm glad you're okay, baby. We won't be gone for long." 

The cabin explodes in a flurry of activity after that.

Jungkook hauls in a few boxes of decorations and lights he begins to hang around the living room, asking for your opinion on where it would look best. He promptly ignores every suggestion Taehyung and Yoongi make, grinning mischievously at their annoyed groans whenever he does the opposite of what they propose.

Hoseok and Jimin eventually get the tree inside, spending the better part of an hour trying to get it to stand straight in the tree stand Yoongi brought along. Pots and pans keep banging around in the kitchen, Namjoon sheepishly apologizing every time a loud sound echoes through the cabin.

All the while, you try your best to tend to Yoongi and Taehyung. They refuse at first, making sure you don't move around more than necessary, but eventually, they both have to agree when you offer to bring them some water or help readjust them. The phantom pain you feel through the bond has calmed down enough that there's only a slight ache whenever you move around, making it far more manageable than before.

It has long since grown dark out by the time you all gather in the living room again. The string lights twinkle, giving the room a soft glow alongside the crackling fireplace. The food Seokjin and Namjoon prepared smells delicious and there's a peaceful quiet over the cabin as you all dig in. You could have never imagined last year that you would spend Christmas like this, stuck in a cabin with your lovesick soulmates. But despite everything that has happened, it's actually surprisingly nice. You don't want to admit it but it feels right to sit crammed between Seokjin and Jimin on the couch, passing food back and forth and giggling at how affronted Yoongi looks whenever Namjoon offers to feed him ("–Ah, seriously, I injured my foot, not my hands, Namjoon-ah").

Once dinner is cleared away, you're shocked to find yourself presented with seven gifts, each of the boys bashfully handing you a present. You know not to refuse anything you're given so you hesitantly accept the small pile, unwrapping them under the group's adoring eyes. Your growing boredom must have been obvious because all of the gifts consist of some kind of crafts or things you can do to keep yourself busy. There are some personal touches too, like how Hoseok has included a box of the heart-shaped chocolates you enjoyed so much at his shop and how Yoongi shyly gives you an old mp3 player with songs he thinks you'll like. When you try to apologize for not giving them anything in return, Hoseok makes your heart squeeze with uneasy fondness as he says, "Don't worry about that, sunshine. You're the best gift we could ever get." 

Later, once the Christmas movie Jungkook brought along with him begins to roll its credits, you know it's time to end the night. 

You can tell that everyone is tired, both emotionally and physically, from the long day you've all had. Most of the boys have been half asleep for the latter part of the movie so you only get a few sleepy protests as you begin to usher them off to bed. They go easily once you promise that you'll call out for them if you need anything, their tired feet dragging along the floor as they head for their rooms. 

Namjoon pauses when he realizes that you're not following, his voice ladled with exhaustion as he says, "Darling? Are you not coming?" 

"You can head to bed first, Joon, I'll join you after I've helped Yoongi and Taehyung get settled," You take a step forward to peck his cheek, smiling at the yawn Namjoon tries to hide behind his hand. 

"Mhm, okay. Don't take too long, you've been through a lot today too," Namjoon murmurs.

"I won't," You promise, watching as he shuffles off to his room. 

Your smile falters as Namjoon walks away, guilt worming its way back in as you turn to look at Taehyung and Yoongi. You know what Seokjin said is true, that their accident was no one's fault and that things like this happen, but a part of you still feels bad. There is a tiny voice inside of your head that revels in the fact that they're in pain, that they deserve it after everything they've put you through, but it's overshadowed by how heavy, remorseful, your bond feels – like an itch under your skin you're desperate to soothe. 

And you know exactly what you need to do to settle your bond, what it requires in order to alleviate your guilt. It's nothing you haven't done before, but it does send a flurry of nerves through your body to know that you'll be doing it with them. 

"What are you thinking so hard about, Y/n?" Yoongi's low drawl drags you out of your thoughts. 

"Nothing," You shake your head, breathing through the fluttering in your stomach as you head towards the couch they're sitting on. Taehyung was moved over to Yoongi's couch earlier in the evening, giving them both plenty of space to rest while making sure that no one else would be accidentally bumping into them while moving around. 

Taehyung leans forward as you draw near, wincing, as he readies himself to stand up with your help. You place a hand on his good shoulder, squeezing it lightly to make him look up. 

"Babe?" Taehyung asks, confused, as you gently nudge him back down on the couch. He looks at you with big eyes as you carefully kneel in the space between him and Yoongi on the cushions, your hand drifting from his shoulder to his cheek. 

"Just give me a minute," You murmur, softly running your thumb across the mole underneath his eye. Taehyung's skin feels warm under your fingertips, his pink lips parting in surprise at the intimate touch. 

"I just wanted to thank you both for thinking of me. It's cute that you wanted to surprise me with a tree, I really do appreciate it."

"Y/n–" Taehyung looks like he's about to apologize again, his lips forming into a sad pout, and that's not what you want.

You lean forward before you can overthink it, pressing your mouth to Taehyung's. You hear the hitch in his breath as he's caught off guard, can feel how his body tenses while he processes what's happening. You simply breathe against each other's lips for a moment, Taehyung's eyelashes fluttering against the top of your thumb as he closes his eyes.

It's like a switch is flipped in Taehyung once the initial shock subsides, his mouth surging forward to capture yours in a heated kiss. It's hungry and needy, the way Taehyung's lips move against yours; his tongue working its way into your mouth, dipping it inside to meet yours. Taehyung's good arm sneaks around your waist, pulling you closer as he kisses you hard. He seems to grow more intense at every small sound that leaves you, the slick smacking of your lips parting and meeting only emboldening him further. 

You feel all consumed by Taehyung's kisses, your mind going blank with the urge to feel, to do, more. It's only when you begin to feel lightheaded that you break away, leaning back to breathe as Taehyung chases after your mouth. He settles for kissing your jaw, mouthing down your neck as far as his body allows him to without straining his injury. Your hand has drifted back down his shoulder during your kiss, the material of his shirt fisted tightly between your fingers as you fill your lungs with air. 

"I've waited for this for so long," Taehyung murmurs against your skin. "I was so jealous that Jiminie was the first one to touch you. I could barely hold myself back from barging into the room that night, the sounds you made–" He nips at your throat with a low groan.

Embarrassment floods your cheeks immediately, the back of your neck growing hot. You know that the rooms aren't soundproof in the cabin but you didn't realize that they all heard you. You guess that explains why they looked to be burning with jealousy the morning after.

"You looked so pretty all marked up babe, it's a shame they faded." 

You let out a quiet gasp as Taehyung sucks your skin between his lips, leaving a mark just below your chin. You can hear the smirk in his voice as he says, "Good thing we can always give you more, right?" 

Taehyung works his way back up to your lips, recapturing them in a bruising kiss. You mewl against his mouth as he bites down on your bottom lip, pulling it between his own. It's hard to keep your restraint, to be careful about where you touch, when Taehyung kisses you so fiercely. Your body feels like it's filled with electricity, jittery and hot under Taehyung's touch. 

You jerk back with a startle as Yoongi loudly clears his throat, whipping your head to the side to watch him with wide eyes. He raises an eyebrow in response, his gaze dark as it roams over your face, drinking in how affected you look. 

"I'm still here," He grumbles, rolling his eyes at the annoyed sound Taehyung makes at being interrupted.

"Sorry," You smile sheepishly, pulling back fully from Taehyung in order to face Yoongi.

The corner of his lips quirks up into a smile as he reaches out to cup the back of your neck, his fingers cool against your heated skin. He pulls you closer until your lips brush, a content sigh leaving Yoongi's mouth before he slots your lips together. Yoongi takes his time exploring your mouth, figuring out what makes you tick. He kisses you soft and slow, teasing, as his fingers rub against the base of your neck. 

You have one hand resting on Yoongi's chest for support, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against your palm despite his languid pace. It's only when you let out a breathy moan as he swipes his tongue over your lips that he begins to crack, his kisses turning a little more heated. Once Yoongi's patience seems to have run dry, he tugs you forward, using the grip he has on your neck to pull you flush against his chest. 

The sudden movement makes you lose your balance, your fingers digging into Yoongi's chest as you throw your other hand out in search for support. You stiffen as you feel your fingers come into contact with denim, the punched-out groan that Taehyung lets out alerting you that it's definitely not his leg that you're accidentally touching. 

"Tae, shit, I'm sorry–" You turn around as much as Yoongi's hold allows you to, quickly removing your hand.

Your fingers have barely left his jeans when Taehyung reaches out to grab it, covering your hand with his own as he pushes it firmly back down to cup his cock. He watches you intently, his half-lidded gaze burning into yours as he presses down on your fingers, making you squeeze around his length. 

His moan covers your small gasp as you instinctively tighten your grip, feeling how big he's growing under your hand. Even through his jeans you can tell that Taehyung is long and thick, that he'd probably feel so good inside of you–

"You can keep going if you want, babe," Taehyung says as he slowly removes his hand from yours, as if he's reading the thoughts swirling around inside your head.

"I–" You glance back up at Taehyung's face, embarrassed that you've been caught practically salivating over the idea of his cock. He smirks as he throws a glance at Yoongi, his voice low and enchanting as he adds, "Neither of us mind." 

Yoongi's fingers twitch at the back of your neck, prompting you to turn your head back to look at him. Yoongi's lips are bitten red, his eyes glued to where your hand is cupping Taehyung's cock. His dark eyes shift up to briefly look at you as he feels your gaze on his face, his pale cheeks flushing pink under your attention.

Yoongi's cute complexion is such a contrast to his filthy mouth as he admits, "Can't stop thinking about how good you'd look choking on our cocks." 

Your breath hitches at the image that floods your brain. You squeeze your thighs together as your core throbs with want, trying your best not to squirm under their heated gazes.

"Fuck, you can't say that hyung," Taehyung groans, pushing his hips up to grind against your hand. The motion makes him wince as he tenses his injured shoulder, but he doesn't seem to care about the pain, not when you're finally touching him. 

"I shouldn't," You stutter, unsure. "You're both hurt. I don't want to accidentally cause you any more pain." 

"If you don't want to, it's okay, Y/n," Yoongi traces a finger along the curve of your jaw, his fingertip dipping down to press against the mark Taehyung left earlier. He smiles at the shaky gasp you let out, "But you don't have to worry about hurting us. We're big boys, we'll be fine." 

"What hyung said," Taehyung nods. His sultry expression melts into something a little more cute, his lips curving into a pout as he rolls his hips against your hand and says, "Please?" 

Your intention was never to take things this far – you were only supposed to give them each a kiss as a thank you and apology before helping them to bed. But now that you're already here, with Yoongi and Taehyung so affected and you all wanting it, you don't see why you can't take things just a little bit further.

"Yeah, okay," You bite your lip. "How do you want me?" 

Yoongi lets out a low curse at your words, palming himself over his sweats. His voice is thick with arousal as he says, "On your knees, love." 

You nod, getting off the couch to sink to your knees on the cold floor. Taehyung takes it upon himself to shuffle closer to Yoongi, closing the gap between them to make it easier for you to touch both at the same time. You can tell the movement pains him but it must be just light enough to not echo through the bond.

Frowning, you slap his thigh lightly once he settles. "Stop hurting yourself. If I see you look uncomfortable, I'm stopping. We can do this when you're better, it doesn't have to happen now." 

"Sorry," Taehyung grumbles, "I really am fine though. I swear I'll be good and sit still." 

"You better," You say, narrowing your eyes in a half-threat as you slide your hand down to his knee.

You shuffle closer to the couch, placing yourself in the middle of them. Yoongi has his right foot elevated on the coffee table behind you, leaving his legs spread and knocking into Taehyung's parted knees. 

As soon as you're settled, they both reach into their pants to free themselves. Taehyung fumbles with his zipper, having a hard time opening it with one hand. You reach forward to help him, unzipping his jeans as he pushes his underwear just below his cock. It springs up against his stomach the moment it's freed, hard and leaking and big. 

"Oh," You blink, licking your lips. 

You turn to Yoongi, ready to help him too, when you realize that he's already managed to inch his sweats down his hips by himself. It's just enough to get his cock out, the tip pink and wet as he drags his fist slowly up and down, stroking himself to full hardness. He doesn't look quite as big as Taehyung but you think he'd feel perfect on your tongue; be just the right thickness to stretch your lips around. 

You don't have to think long about who you're going to touch first, Yoongi eliminating your problem as he grunts out a low, "Go ahead, you can start with Taehyungie."

Taehyung's dark eyes rest heavy on your face, his lip caught between his teeth. He lets his hands fall down to his sides, giving you space as he murmurs out a hoarse please.

You inch to the side, situating yourself better between Taehyung's legs as you rest your hands on his thighs. You feel them tense in anticipation under your touch. Taehyung sucks in a breath as you reach forward to wrap your fingers delicately around his cock, thumbing at the leaking head to make the glide easier as you give him a few slow pumps.

He murmurs something unintelligible under his breath when you lean down to mouth at the tip, circling it with your tongue and sucking lightly just over his slit. A burst of salty pre-come hits your tongue before you move down further, flatly licking up the underside of his cock. You resume stroking Taehyung's cock as you return your focus to the leaking tip, taking care to cover your teeth as you take him into your mouth.

You know you won't be able to handle all of Taehyung's length, he's simply too big and it's been years since you had any practice. But he doesn't seem to mind it as you exhale and slowly lower yourself down his cock, feeling the hard length brush against the back of your throat as you swallow him down. You stop when your lips touch your fist, glancing up at Taehyung to find him looking at you through heavy lids.

"Fuck, babe, I can't believe you're real," Taehyung moans, digging his fingers into the seat cushions to have something to ground himself in. 

"You look so good," Yoongi drawls, the slick sounds of his fist letting you know he's jerking himself off to the sight of you sucking Taehyung's cock. 

The praise makes you let out a soft moan, the vibrations massaging Taehyung's length. He lets out a deep groan as you pull back until you just have the head of his cock resting in your mouth, suckling on the sensitive skin for a moment before you sink back down. Taehyung's size already has a subtle ache forming in your jaw, but it feels worth it when you hear the high moans and deep groans he lets out as you repeat the motion, the soft praises that fall from both Taehyung and Yoongi's lips.

You still the hand that has continued to stroke the part you can't get your mouth around, rebalancing yourself to blindly reach out for Yoongi. They're close enough that you manage to fumble your way over to his cock, your hand closing around his with a gentle squeeze. 

"Y/n," Yoongi lets his hand fall away with a deep moan, his cock so slick with pre-come that he almost feels wet from it. 

You do your best to pleasure Yoongi while you continue to suck off Taehyung, not wanting one of them to feel left out. There's a small moment of doubt that hits you as you hear their twin moans echo inside the living room, a brief thought of what the hell are you doing flashing inside of your head, but it vanishes as Taehyung's deep voice praises you; as he tells you how good you're being. 

"Shit, I'm already close," Yoongi groans. He grabs your wrist, giving it a gentle tug as he says, "I need your mouth, Y/n. Please." 

You glance up at Taehyung, noting the displeased clench of his jaw at Yoongi's interruption. Still, after a little prompting as you pull away from his cock, making him replace the loss of your mouth with his hand, he eventually grunts and concedes, "You should take care of hyung first, babe." 

You have to fight to not roll your eyes at the petulant tone he uses, like he's a child that doesn't want to share his toy with anyone else. You carefully inch your way over to Yoongi, taking care not to put any pressure on his injured leg or jostling it as you get into a somewhat comfortable position.

It's a little awkward, but it doesn't seem like Yoongi cares as you finally lean down to take him into your mouth. Already warmed up from Taehyung, it feels easier to swallow down Yoongi's length.

You were right that his cock is the perfect thickness, just enough to give your lips that slight stretch without it being too uncomfortable. The moment your lips are wrapped around the head of his cock, Yoongi begins carding his hand through your hair, tucking your locks away to make sure he can see your face. 

"You're perfect, so good," Yoongi sighs, voice warm with affection. 

You feel his cock twitch against your tongue as you dip it into his slit, his deep moans turning choked as you finally start taking more of him into your mouth. Knowing he's already close, you begin bobbing your head the moment you have him down your throat, trying your best to relax so that you can fit more into your mouth each time you lower yourself down. 

Yoongi lets out a punched groan as the tip of his cock finally hits the back of your throat, your nose almost pressed against his stomach.

"Fuck, Y/n, I'm really not going to last," Yoongi warns as you swallow around him, his thighs shaking under your hands as his climax approaches. You let out a pleased moan as he curls his hand into your hair, the pressure of his fingers as he tugs on your hair making warmth pool in your stomach. 

"Don't–" Yoongi cuts himself off with a gasp at your moan, the low vibrations feeling heavenly around his cock. 

You look up at Yoongi, meeting his lust-filled gaze as you hollow your cheeks and give him a particularly harsh suck. The vacuum it creates seems to be what pushes Yoongi over the edge, the hand in your hair flexing as he goes rigid with a deep groan, curses falling freely from his lips as his release spills down your throat. You keep swallowing around him, prolonging his orgasm for as long as possible until your throat begins to protest. You gently pull off his cock, suckling around the tip for a moment to properly clean him off before you release him with a soft pop. 

Yoongi looks absolutely boneless where he's melted into the couch, his pale skin flushed pink and his expression blissed out. Yoongi has released the tight grip on your hair, patting it back down in place as he mumbles, "Thank you, Y/n, shit, you're too fucking good for us." 

A low grunt from your right calls your attention back to Taehyung.

He has been strangely silent while you touched Yoongi, and the expression he wears as you turn to him explains why. He looks hungry. A little feral at the sight of you pleasuring another soulmate. The intensity in his gaze makes a shiver travel down your spine, your throat dry as you shuffle back in between his spread legs. Your knees ache from the hard floors, but judging by the way Taehyung is squeezing the base of his cock, the head dark and dripping, you don't think it's going to be an issue for much longer. 

"I need to use your mouth, babe, please. Can I?" 

You lick your lips, ignoring the soreness in your throat as you hoarsely say, "Yeah, you can." 

Taehyung groans at how wrecked you sound, his long fingers sliding into place at the back of your head, urging you forward. You've replaced the hand he had on his cock, holding him in place as you take him back into your mouth. Breathing through your nose, you relax your throat as much as possible, fighting the urge to gag as Taehyung slowly brings you down just a little further than what you took of him the first time. He doesn't push you past your comfort zone however, his grip guiding you back up before you grow uncomfortable. You tap Taehyung's thigh with your free hand, giving him the go to use your mouth to chase his orgasm. 

Taehyung's grip tightens in your hair and that's all the warning you get before he picks up his pace. Despite his injury and despite the fact that he can't really buckle his hips, Taehyung still manages to fuck your mouth, his pace punishing as he bobs you up and down his cock. Drool dribbles down your chin, making it all the more messier. He really wasn't lying when he said he wanted to use your mouth. 

A particularly hard shove makes you gag, the tip of his cock bumping against the back of your throat. Taehyung moans, mumbling out a bated, "It's okay babe, you can take it." 

He slows his pace ever so slightly, just enough for your fingers to stop digging into his leg. Once he feels you relax, he picks it back up, letting out a series of pitched grunts and moans as he begins to near his climax.

"Fuck, I– Can I come down your throat, Y/n?" Taehyung pulls you back just enough for you to nod, to give him the final permission he needs to really let loose. He throws his head back against the couch, mouth open with pleasure as he pushes you back down.

Your throat feels ravaged by the time Taehyung holds you still, your lips pressed against your fist as he begins to come. He starts easing you back before he's finished, a few spurts of come coating your tongue as he rests the tip there. He looks at you through dark, sated eyes, the corner of his lip quirking as he gently pulls you off his cock. 

You swallow down his come with a minor wince, not quite used to the taste yet. You hang your head, resting it on Taehyung's knee as you take deep breaths to ease the tightness in your chest, to slow the racing of your heart. Taehyung lets up the tight grip on your hair, massaging your scalp to ease the sting that lingers.

His voice sounds reverent as he says, "You took us both so well, Y/n, just like you were made for us. Gods, there's really no one who compares to you." 

"Absolutely perfect," Yoongi agrees, reaching out to wipe some of the drool from your chin. 

You're not so sure about that.

"I should get us cleaned up," You grimace, leaning back on your legs to look up at them. Yoongi shakes his head, motioning to how both of them have tucked themselves back into their underwear while you were catching your breath.

"We're fine, love. I'm sorry we can't be of much help, but you should go freshen up first and we'll wait here." 

Right, it had somehow completely slipped your mind that you needed to help them get into bed after this. And that Namjoon is probably still up, waiting for you. 

Shit. 

You shake out the pins and needles in your legs, face warm, as you slowly get to your feet. Taehyung catches your hand before you can step away from the couch. 

"I promise we're going to repay you next time for how good you've been for us, Y/n. We might not be able to now, but once we're better, we're going to make you come so much you forget your own name." 

Taehyung smirks as he sees your throat bob, at how your fingers harden around his as you no doubt imagine it. They send you off to the bathroom on unstable legs, the knot in your stomach tight with want as you lightly brush your fingers over your sore throat.

Next time. 

"Tannie!" You sink to the floor with a grin, fawning over the fluffy pomeranian that has skidded to a halt in front of you. 

Yeontan flops to the ground, wriggling around on his back until you give him the attention he demands. He lets out a few happy snorts as you rub his belly, his tongue lolling out his mouth. 

The sight of him fills you with so much joy you feel like you could burst. You didn't realize just how much you missed seeing something that wasn't just your soulmates until Yeontan came running into the cabin, his small paws pattering across the floor. 

"You're so cute," You coo, carding your fingers through Yeontan's silky fur. 

"Tannie, I missed you," Jeongguk pouts as he perches himself next to you on the floor. He laughs as Yeontan wriggles his body closer, making sure he gets double the pets and attention. 

"Traitor," You snort.

Taehyung and Yoongi come shuffling through the door, a large bag of kibble carried between them. You have no idea how such a small dog is supposed to be able to eat all of that, but you suppose the amount will at least last him a long time. Taehyung kicks the door shut behind him, motioning for Yoongi to place it down next to the rest of Yeontan's things. 

You had tried to not look too eager when they had brought up the situation with Yeontan a few days ago over dinner. Taehyung had explained that while his parents had been watching him whenever he and Yoongi were both at the cabin, they both missed him too much to keep that going. Yeontan also seemed confused that they were hardly around at the same time anymore, often waiting by the door for Yoongi to return home when it was Taehyung's turn back in the city and vice versa. 

You could tell the story tugged on everyone's heartstrings, Jeongguk's eyes turning big and pleading as he voiced his yes to bringing Yeontan to live with you all in the cabin. No one really needed any convincing, all of the boys agreeing one by one as they admitted to missing the little fur ball themselves. 

The effect of him brightening up the cabin is instantaneous, laughter and coos filling the air as all of the boys come over to give Yeontan a small pet or scratch of their own. You indulge Yeontan in playing and jumping around until he begins to grow tired, his small whine near the couch prompting you to scoop him right up and cuddle with him instead. Yeontan makes himself at home in your lap, practically melting into a pile of fluff as you pet his back. 

The other boys are scattered around the room, all doing their own things but keeping close nonetheless. You let your gaze drift, a little lost in thought until you zero in on the book in Namjoon's hand. It's a well-known classic, The tale of two Soulmates, and the cover is worn enough that you can tell it must be one of Namjoon's favorites. 

The sight of it, the reminder that you still haven't brought up the lovesickness to the boys, makes your stomach turn uneasily. You've been meaning to do it, it has just never seemed like the right time. Maybe now is as good as ever though.

You softly clear your throat, catching Namjoon's eyes as he peeks over the spine. 

"You know the books you brought me before Christmas, the ones about soulmates? It mentioned soulbonds where there's one nucleus soulmate, which is kinda like our bond, right?" You try to keep your voice light, with just the right amount of disinterest, as you seek cover for your trembling fingers in Yeontan's fur.  

"That's what we think, yeah," Namjoon nods, lowering his book to give you his full attention. You can see out of the corner of your eye that Hoseok and Yoongi have stopped what they're doing to listen in to your conversation as well. 

"It did say that it was possible," You pause, swallowing hard at the excitement that grows on Namjoon's face. "But, um, it also mentioned an interesting side effect to the bond? Something that could happen if it wasn't nurtured properly."

"Oh?" Namjoon's face grows suspicious immediately, gaze flickering over to Yoongi and Hoseok.

You don't dare to turn your head to see what they think.

"I think it was called soul sickness? The book said that bonds with a nucleus often suffer from a weakened connection to the rest of the soul-group. It mentioned that if the soulmates don't spend enough time together after the first contact is made, it can lead to the others becoming, um, obsessive and irrational? And that they can even be influenced by each other's emotions if they feel strongly enough about something." 

You avert your eyes halfway through your explanation, your voice growing weaker at the silence that blankets the room. You know that all of them are listening in even if they pretend to be busy with something else, even if they aren't as obviously interested as Hoseok and Yoongi. 

It's Jimin that finally breaks the quiet. "Baby, if that was true, there would've been a lot more research done on it by now." 

"But there's not really any science that can back up our bond either. That doesn't make it any less real," You snap back, remembering a little too late that your whole plan was to not seem like you're accusing them of something. 

"So what?" Hoseok says, "You think we're sick, is that it?"

Yes.

"No, well, that's not–" You stutter, braving a quick look around the room. All of their postures scream defensive, their metaphorical hackles raised and ready to fight back. Jungkook looks particularly troubled at the new information, like a small part of him maybe believes it too. 

"That's not what I'm saying," You backtrack, knowing absolutely nothing good will come out of trying to convince them that something is wrong with the bond. They're just going to bite back even harder, maybe even start to doubt you again, and you can't let that happen. You won't be able to bear it – not again.

"I just said it was interesting, not that you have it!" You shake your head, plastering on a smile that probably looks as fake as it feels. 

Maybe it would be easier to convince them if you had proof, if there was more research done on it, but as it stands, there's no way they're ever going to see it themselves. They are sick after all and hardly any of the things they've done so far have registered as wrong in their minds. It would be easier to talk a brick wall into thinking it was made of wood than to make the boys realize they're obsessive and suffering from lovesickness. 

"Right," Namjoon says, scanning your face intently, "it is an interesting concept. Thank you for sharing it with us." 

"Of course," You mumble. 

Surprisingly, disappointment sits heavy in your stomach. You knew it was a long shot to bring it up with them, but a small part of you hoped that maybe they would see it, that they weren't that far gone yet. Even if you did read Jungkook's face right, what does it matter? He's never going to go against the others, not on something like this. You should've known this was a lost cause.

You busy yourself with petting Yeontan until the tension in the room begins to dissipate, until Namjoon returns to his book and the others go back to what they were doing before. You'll probably have to lay it on extra thick for a while to make sure they don't suspect you of anything. 

You let out a small sigh, turning your head to watch the world go on as normal outside the cabin windows. A couple of small birds flutter by, their chirps signalling the arrival of spring. Most of the snow outside has already melted, the muddy grass once again showing its face along with a few clusters of snowdrops. You can't quite believe how much time has passed, how autumn has turned to winter and then turned to spring, all in this cabin. Yoongi and Taehyung's injuries have long since healed up completely.

Things are good now, nice even – you hate to admit it, but you actually like them now, can feel your heart skip a beat whenever they touch or kiss you – but it doesn't change the fact that you're still stuck here. 

You pout down at Yeontan as he licks your hand, ruffling his fur as he begins to wiggle around again. You might feel stifled here, but you can at least make sure that Yeontan doesn't. 

Scooping him into your arms, you rise from the couch, once again catching the attention of seven pairs of watchful eyes. You plaster on your best smile, waving Yeontan's paw as you say, "Let's bring Tannie outside for a walk." 

"Jungkook," You gasp, moving your slick lips against his in a heated kiss. 

You’ve been finding yourself in these situations quite often lately. 

One minute you're trying to help Jungkook study and the next, you're on your back on his bed, textbooks strewn on the floor as he kisses you senseless. He has you caged in against the mattress, one hand cupping the back of your neck, angling your lips closer to his as he licks into your mouth. 

Jungkook always tastes like strawberries – like he's been enjoying your favourite candy a little too much and now the flavour permanently clings to his lips. You can't get enough of it. Some days, you even find yourself a little desperate for a taste.

You squeeze your thighs at the breathy moan Jungkook lets out as you twist your fingers into his hair, fire licking up the insides of your belly. You need more. 

But, before you can show Jungkook just how much you want him, the door bursts open as a flustered Namjoon stumbles in. 

"Shit, sorry, I didn't realize I put that much force behind it–" Namjoon trails off as he takes in the sight of Jungkook sprawled on top of you, his expression growing sheepish as it dawns on him what he walked in on.

Namjoon tightens his grip on the door as his eyes scan you both from top to bottom, his body and mind torn between wanting to stay and knowing he should go as he murmurs, "Should I go? Yeah, I should, ah, I'm sorry."

Once the surprise of Namjoon's sudden entrance fades and your heart stops galloping like it's trying to break out of your chest, you sneak a glance up at Jungkook, catching his eye. Seeing the silent question in your gaze he gives you a small nod, sucking on his red-bitten lower lip as you turn to face Namjoon. 

"You don't have to, you can stay if you want. You could, um, join us?" You ask.

You know Jungkook must be able to feel how your neck is heating up under his fingertips, a little shyness always persisting no matter how much time you spend with them. You've always been the type that prefers a monogamous relationship, so it's still an adjustment that it's okay to want all seven – to let yourself be touched and loved by more than one person at a time. 

"You sure?" Namjoon takes a small step into the room, hesitant to intrude. 

It's been an adjustment for the boys too, to understand that if they want to spend time alone with you, they also need to allow the others to do the same thing. They all have their moments though, when their possessiveness grows a little too intense and things get a little heated, but it has never progressed past a few dirty looks and snide comments. 

"Come here, hyung," Jungkook gives the back of your neck a light squeeze before he rolls to the side, giving Namjoon room to join you both on the bed. 

Jungkook settles on his elbow next to you as Namjoon hurries to close the door, locking it for good measure this time. Your breath catches in your throat as Namjoon strides across the room, pushing up the sleeves of his shirt to reveal his toned forearms. The bed dips as he crawls over you, taking Jungkook's place. Namjoon's eyes are glued to your mouth, one hand coming up to cradle your jaw as he uses the other to support his weight. 

"Hi, darling," He murmurs softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against your lips. 

"Joon," You whine as you run your hands up his arms, locking them behind his neck. You give him a pleading look as you pull him closer, your earlier kisses with Jungkook having gotten you too fired up to take things slow and tender. 

"Okay, okay, I got you," The corner of Namjoon's mouth quirks as he runs his thumb over your cheek, taking a moment to drink in your pretty features before he yields and captures your lips. 

Namjoon lets you set the pace, matching your eagerness as he kisses you back with just as much fervor as you give him. You bite down on his bottom lip, nibbling on the soft flesh until he parts his mouth and allows you to deepen the kiss. You let out a breathy moan at how messy and hungry it is, your core clenching at how big Namjoon feels above you, his body burning hot where he's pressed flush against you. 

It's not your first kiss with Namjoon – it's far from it actually. After checking that you were okay when you got into bed that night you helped Yoongi and Taehyung, he practically devoured you.

In fact, it seemed to be the final straw for all of them, as they all sought you out in the following days to have their own kisses. You've lost count of how many times you've been kissed in the past two months but you think it might be more than most share in their whole lifetime.

While you're no longer a stranger to Namjoon or Jungkook's lips, there's still a small tingle that accompanies them being pressed against yours, your bond rejoicing at the intimate contact.

Your breath stutters as you feel another hand settle on your hip, drawing lazy circles into the exposed skin. Your sweater has ridden up, allowing Jungkook to easily glide his hand across your stomach, mapping out your skin all the way from your ribs to the waistband of your pants. 

You whimper into Namjoon's mouth as Jungkook noses against your neck, fitting himself into the space as he plants fleeting kisses on the delicate skin there. Namjoon angles your head to give Jungkook better access, smiling as the first scrape of teeth against your throat makes you moan. 

The sensation of Namjoon's tongue curling around yours just as Jungkook licks across the bruised skin is almost too much, your thighs rubbing together to create a little bit of friction for your aching core. 

"Y/n," Jungkook utters your name too shyly for what he just did to you, his words catching in a small stutter as he asks, "Can I eat you out?" 

"Fuck," Namjoon groans, detaching his lips from yours to give you some space to breathe. 

You're a little caught off guard by the sudden request but the mental image it produces is enough to make your whole body feel hot, flushed from head to toe. Gods, you want it. 

"Y-yeah, you can," You stutter.

Namjoon and Jungkook are quick to help you undress, their own shirts and pants disappearing somewhere in the process too. You fight the urge to cover yourself as you lay back down in the middle of the bed, their heated gazes as they drink in your bare body making you squirm. 

"You're so beautiful," Namjoon says as he takes a seat next to you, grabbing your hand to intertwine your fingers, "I can't believe I get to see you like this." 

"Don't say that," You shake your head, bashful at how sincere he seems. Like you're truly a wonder he didn't think he would ever get to look at, much less touch. 

"It's true though," Jungkook adds as he crawls between your legs, dragging his hands along your skin from your calves to your thighs. He gives them a gentle nudge to make you spread your legs wider, fitting his shoulders between them as he gets himself into the right position. Jungkook kisses the inside of each thigh, his doe eyes sparkling as he murmurs, "You're so pretty Y/n, pretty everywhere." 

"Jungkook," You whine. You're not really sure what you want to say, whether you want him to stop praising you or to continue, all you know is that you want more.

"I–" Jungkook hesitates as he curls his hands around your thighs, keeping you in place. He looks a little nervous as he glances up at you, biting his lip as he stammers, "I-I haven't done this before so I might not be very good at it, just tell me if I do something that doesn't feel good, okay?"

"Jungkookie, you're going to do fine. My last boyfri–" You cut yourself off as you see Namjoon's eyes narrow dangerously, clearing your throat as you say, "What I mean is, this is my first time experiencing this too. I promise I'll tell you if something doesn't feel good but I really don't think that's going to happen." 

Jungkook nods, the earlier hesitance wiped from his face. He shares a quick look with Namjoon, determined to make you feel good in ways your shitty old boyfriend, your non-soulmate, was never able to. 

"Oh gods," You moan, throwing your head back as Jungkook suddenly leans in and licks a stripe between your folds. 

Jeon Jungkook is competitive in everything he sets his mind to and this is no exception. Whatever he might be lacking in experience, he more than makes up for in eagerness.

You're dripping in a matter of seconds, your cunt clenching desperately around nothing as Jungkook takes your clit into his mouth, circling it with his tongue before he gives it a harsh suck. The strong grip on your legs is the only thing that keeps them from flailing around, your toes curling into the sheets as Jungkook laps at your pussy like a man starved. He lets out a loud moan as you reach down to twist your fingers into his hair, trying to ground yourself as the burning coil in your stomach grows tighter and tighter. 

"Jungkook, ah fuck, you're doing so good," You babble, letting out a low keen as he dips his tongue past your entrance. 

Jungkook uses every hitch and moan to guide him, trying to read all of your cues to pleasure you just right. A particularly loud moan from you as he pushes his tongue deeper into your cunt has him rutting his cock against the bed. Jungkook's head is spinning with all of your pretty sounds, your taste, the bond making the experience all the more intense. 

"You're both doing so well," Namjoon groans. He plants a trail of fluttering kisses up your arm, decorating your skin with a few hickies of his own near your collarbone. His fingers skate across your chest, teasingly touching your breasts just to add more fuel to the fire. 

"Jungkook," You tug on his hair, catching his dazed eyes as you weakly moan, "Please give me more."

The hand around your right thigh falls away, leaving only the imprint of Jungkook's fingers behind. You're so wet that you barely feel the stretch as Jungkook sinks the first finger into your cunt, and it doesn't take long before you're begging for more. One becomes two, which quickly turns into three, Jungkook watching your face carefully every time he stretches you out more. 

You cry out as Jungkook finds your g-spot, your legs trembling as he ups his pace. He keeps licking between your folds, his nose bumping against your clit as he eagerly eats you out. The coil in your stomach is so tight you know it's only seconds away from snapping, your climax building with every swipe of Jungkook's tongue.

It's the feeling of Jungkook's long fingers brushing against your walls and his tongue dipping in to join them that finally pushes you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you so fast it knocks the breath out of your chest. 

"Shit, Jungkook, ah–" You desperately cling on to Namjoon's hand and Jungkook's hair as you ride it out, Jungkook letting out a deep moan as your release hits his tongue. He laps it all up, gradually slowing his fingers as you begin to come down from your high. 

"You did so well, so well, " You rasp, releasing your tight grip on his locks in order to pet his hair, hoping you didn't accidentally tug too hard on it. 

Jungkook hums against your cunt, pressing a lingering kiss just above your clit before he pushes himself up. The lower part of Jungkook's face is glistening with your release, his pink lips plump and wet. He flashes you a proud grin as he takes in just how fucked out you look, his hands mindlessly massaging your thighs as he brings them down to rest on the bed. 

"Are you feeling okay, darling?" Namjoon asks once your breaths begin to go back to normal. 

"I'm feeling great," You murmur, giving Jungkook a satisfied smile.

Jungkook seems to preen a little at that, his chest puffing out to show off his muscular body. You didn't really get the chance to appreciate the view before, but now that you have time to really look at them both, it sends a tingle right back down to your core. Jungkook's lean body is all muscle, the outline of his abs visible even when he's relaxing his stomach. His hair has gotten a little longer over the past months, dangling in pretty waves down his neck. 

The only word you can really use to describe Namjoon is buff. He's bigger than Jungkook, his arms and thighs more filled out with muscle. While you would call Jungkook strong, you would probably reserve powerful for Namjoon. If he put you in a headlock, you're pretty sure he would be able to choke you out in a matter of seconds. Maybe it's bad to feel a little turned on at the thought, but you've long since come to accept that you're far past the point of being normal anymore.

You brush some damp hair away from your neck, trying not to be too obvious in the way you're trailing your gaze up and down their exposed skin. You let out a low hiss as you run your fingers over one of the bruises blooming on your skin, the pain pleasure of it slicking you right back up again. 

"Darling," Namjoon gently turns your jaw towards him, "Can I fuck you? Is that alright?" 

Your gaze drops to his crotch automatically, your mouth running dry as you notice the prominent outline of his cock through his underwear. There's a wet patch near the head, showing you just how much Namjoon enjoyed watching you squirm and gasp in pleasure with Jungkook between your legs. 

Somehow the orgasm you just had doesn't feel like enough, if anything, it only served to turn you on more. 

"Please," You beg, not even finding it in yourself to feel embarrassed at how needy you sound. Namjoon seems to like it, his gaze turning fiery and dark as he reaches down to cup himself. 

"Fuck, you're going to be the death of me," He mumbles. He pushes himself off the bed, quickly shoving his underwear to the floor. Namjoon's cock looks similar to Taehyung's in its size, only thicker. He has a prominent vein running up his shaft, the head dark and leaking as he gives himself a few pumps. 

You let your legs fall back open under Namjoon's stare, his jaw tensing as he whispers out a low curse. Jungkook has already scooted to the side, freeing up the space for him. Namjoon has placed one leg on the bed when he freezes, his hands digging into the duvet as he regretfully says, "I don't have any condoms." 

"Shit," You bite your lip. You're not on any birth control, you hadn't felt the need since your last relationship ended years ago and there's no way you're going to risk ending up pregnant. You're not even sure if you want kids. 

"I have some!" Jungkook scrambles over to the bedside table, pulling open a drawer.

He grabs a few along with a bottle of lube, presenting them to Namjoon with a grin. His excitement dims a little when he takes in the dumbfounded looks on both your and Namjoon's faces, his eyes turning wide as he rushes to explain, "I didn't get these! Jimin hyung brought them a while back, he said we'd better have some, uh, just in case."

"Of course he did," You sigh, shaking your head. For once, you're actually thankful for Jimin's seemingly perpetually horny brain. 

Namjoon snorts, taking the items from Jungkook as he murmurs, "I guess I should thank him." 

He wastes no time in climbing onto the bed, settling between your legs as he rolls the condom on and slicks himself up with lube. You're probably wet enough that you wouldn't need it but the fact that Namjoon isn't willing to risk any discomfort for you sends another rush of warmth down to your belly. 

Namjoon hitches your legs up around his waist, groaning out your name as his cock slips between your folds. He lowers himself down to allow your arms to wrap around his neck, your fingers clinging on to Namjoon's broad shoulders as he slowly drags his cock through your slick, coating your cunt with a mixture of your own wetness and lube. 

"Still okay, darling?" He asks as he positions the tip at your entrance. He slowly pushes inside when you give him a raspy yes, the sheer size of him causing you to throw your head back. Even with Jungkook stretching you out well there's still a slight sting, the added lube making it just bearable enough that you don't have to ask Namjoon to stop. 

"You're doing so good, I'm almost there," He murmurs soothingly, pressing his lips to yours to pull you into a kiss. The distraction works, your walls relaxing enough for Namjoon to easily bury himself to the hilt. You both moan at the feeling, you from feeling so full – filled to the brim with all of Namjoon's thick and long cock inside of you, and Namjoon from the vice grip your hot pussy has on his length. 

Namjoon seems content with kissing your lips raw until you squeeze your legs around his waist, giving him the okay to finally move. The initial ache has dulled and now you're desperate for some friction, to sate the pleasure that's once again building.

He eases you into it slowly, peppering kisses all over your face as he pulls out halfway before he slowly rocks his hips forward, setting a gentle pace. Your walls flutter around Namjoon's cock when he thrusts in, desperately clinging to him as he goes to pull back out. You can tell the hot, tight grip is slowly driving him mad the longer he tries to keep his composure, his kisses turning filthier with every thrust and moan you let out. 

"You can go faster," You pant, rocking your hips up to meet his next thrust, "Fuck me, Namjoon." 

Namjoon doesn't ask twice this time, his patience snapping as he pulls out almost entirely before slamming his cock back inside, the force jolting you up the bed. You scramble to hold on to him, clinging to his body as he begins to pound into you. You let out a string of moans and whimpers at the bruising pace, Namjoon driving his cock into you so deep you swear you can feel him all the way up in your stomach. 

"You're so tight Y/n, fuck," Namjoon groans against your cheek, his voice deep and raspy, "You feel so fucking good, darling." 

You almost see white at Namjoon's next powerful thrust, his cock bumping into your sweet spot. Keening, you roll your hips up to meet every snap of his hips, going a little delirious with how turned on you are.

You can hear Jungkook moan softly in the background, the slick sound of him touching his cock as he watches Namjoon fuck you into the bed. 

"Namjoon," You whimper, legs trembling around his hips, "I'm, ah! – I'm close." 

"Good girl," Namjoon grunts, grinding his teeth at the way you clamp down around his cock at the praise. He can feel your orgasm building, how your moans turn louder and sweeter as he quickens his pace even more. Determined to get you there, he angles his cock to batter against your g-spot, hitting it straight on. 

His voice is strained, barely more than a growl, as he presses his lips to your ear and says, "Come for me, darling." 

Your second orgasm crashes over you like a wave, pulling you under into a sea of pleasure as stars explode behind your eyelids. You moan Namjoon's name so loudly it's close to a scream, your whole body electrified as you gush around Namjoon's cock.

Namjoon doubles down as you clench around him, the feeling of your climax gripping him so tightly and your mouth calling out his name like a mantra causes him to come undone in seconds. Namjoon pushes himself as deep as he can go into your cunt as he begins to unravel, hot come spilling into the condom around his cock. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," He moans as he comes, "You're so perfect, darling, so hot." 

You can only dig your fingers into Namjoon's hard shoulders in response, your voice stuck in your throat as Namjoon gently rocks his hips back and forth, riding out his orgasm as you slowly begin to come down from yours.

Your arms collapse down on the bed as Namjoon pushes himself up to his knees, tenderly rubbing light circles around your clit as he pulls out. 

You feel empty, gaping, after the rough fuck you just had, but the touches help, your thighs trembling with light overstimulation. Namjoon moves his fingers away before it becomes too much, helping you unhook your legs from his hips. 

His dark gaze keeps flickering between your wet, gaping entrance and Jungkook, the younger still jerking himself off. Jungkook's fist is barely moving up and down his length, his knuckles white from how hard he seems to be restraining himself. 

"Darling," Namjoon purrs, catching your half-lidded eyes as exhaustion slowly begins to creep into your body, "Do you think you can go again?"

You could probably roll over and promptly pass right out after the two orgasms you just had back to back, but, a part of you still wants to keep going, wants to help Jungkook and return the favour of making him feel good too. It honestly doesn't look like Jungkook is going to last very long anyway, the tip of his cock leaking another spurt of pre-come with every flick of his wrist. 

Jungkook's cock is pretty, a little smaller than Namjoon's maybe, but still more than enough to fill you up and make you feel good. 

You shudder at how predatory Namjoon's gaze turns as you say, "I–, yeah, I can handle one more round." 

Somehow, you find yourself back to how this all started, Jungkook covering your body as he licks desperately into your mouth. His hands are roaming all over your skin, eager to touch and explore everything he can. His cock is resting heavy against your stomach, the condom already on and his length lubed up for good measure. 

Jungkook inches back, separating his lips from yours to murmur out a loving, "I'm going to take such good care of you, Y/n, promise." 

The simple statement makes your heart flutter and there's not a doubt in your mind that Jungkook doesn't mean it. You know he does.

You open your lips pliantly as he licks back into your mouth, your head filled with nothing but warmth as Namjoon begins running his fingers through your hair. Jungkook shifts down just enough for the tip of his cock to nudge between your folds, never letting go of your lips as he does.

Jungkook embraces your body the best he can, swallowing your moan as he finally pushes inside with a choked whimper of your name. 

a/n: please leave a comment and reblog if you enjoyed the chapter!!

so.... i guess our mc got to have some special bonding time with taegi and namkook in this one, heh? 🫢

this chapter was a beast to write just because there was so much smut happening lol, so apologies that it took some time to get it ready. i can't believe that there's only one chapter left of the story but i'm so excited to share the finale with you soon 🥺 the final lovesick chapter will be posted march 29th as long as everything goes to plan!

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Reblogging in honor of yoongi day! This is one of my favorite fics I’ve written!

Your hand waves the match stick incessantly till the flame gives out before focusing on the now lit candle in front of you. The clock was nearing three am and you figured this would be the best time to manifest an ‘A’ on your math test you kinda-not-really-studied for. Hard work pays off unless it comes to you so you turn to this spiritual realm to beg shamelessly. If this works you would surely be on your knees praising whatever entity for the next unit. What sounds like a short-circuit makes you open your eyes to a now pitch black room that is only illuminated by the candle that burns faithfully. Your stomach twists in fear as you break your neck to look around your bedroom, catching sight of a terrifying silhouette that causes you to shut your eyes tight to make sure you are seeing correctly and you’re more than certain the figure starts to move towards you when you shut your eyes and let out a horrifying scream.

Warnings: smut, female reader, light crack? (Readers a little dumb but she’s cute idc)

Category: incubus!yoongi collegestudent!reader

The incessant shuttering you heard stops and you open your eyes to check the spot between your dresser and closet that is now clearly void of the figure and the lights are back on again. Eyes darting back to the candle, you find the flame is gone, a faint trail of smoke the only proof it was once there.

Fuck.

Your sock clad feet stomp towards the curtains to glance outside in search of rain and lightning that could have resulted in the power outage but you see no clouds in the midst of the dusk.

“There’s no rain.”

You whip around to the unfamiliar voice across your room to spot an oddly handsome man.

“W-who are you?”

Your eyes watch him as he scans the stationary on your desk, letting his finger lightly graze your products before offering you a close-lipped smile.

“Yoongi and you’re y/n?” He says casually. You frown at his harmless demeanor which is the last thing you expect since he’s a man in your room who for some reason knows your name.

“Yeah-how do you-”

His head falls back in a groan.

“Of course I get the oblivious one who has no clue how to properly summon.”

A guttural sound leaves him before he looks back at you stiffly while you stand with a tight grip on the fabric of your curtain.

“Listen. There’s nothing to be afraid of, but you’re gonna wanna sit for this next part.” His slender fingers gesture towards your bed that’s clad in pink silky duvet which now that he looks, matches your pajamas. Your dark eyes are vigilant to his every gesture because although he didn't necessarily pose a threat he is still intimidating as his broad shoulders are quite visible and you feel a heat travel to your lower region at the sight when you shake your head while clearing your throat.

“I don’t wanna sit. Speak.” You dismiss.

Yoongi’s eyes rake over the brown skin that isn’t clad by the frilly shorts you have on before he switches his gaze over to your face again.

“You lit that candle because you wanted something and now I am here to give you what you want if you give me something in return.”

You are silent, observing his dark attire and the way his dark hair lays on his milky skin. His face is complemented by his arched brows and feline eyes you can’t stop staring at.

“So you’re like a genie?” You utter stupidly.

“I don’t grant wishes, love. This is really more of a transaction.” The man shakes his head.

You catch his wandering eyes that flicker down to your cleavage and midriff as he fails to remain subtle by focusing solely on your face.

“I want to ace my math test-the whole class actually.” Your grip on the curtain loosens and you finally go to sit on the edge of your bed.

Stubborn. Noted. Yoongi thinks to himself, saying nothing while looking at you.

“I’ve been studying but I didn’t get what I wanted on the last test.”

Your face is coated with worry and it radiates off of you along with the light energy he senses coming off of you. You are desperate as you explain your conflict to him as your eyes become sullen and the guard you once held up is long gone. Yoongi feels sympathy for you-more than he’s ever felt in any of the centuries he lived through. You were a hard worker and hard on yourself because you needed more than anything for things to work out. You couldn’t afford for it not to.

“So what is it that I have to give you?”

Yoongi smirks at you, causing you to cringe back at him.

“Well since you’re sitting…” He drags on deciding to have a little fun with you before giving away the answer and he can tell it works since you practically reek of anticipation.

“If you know anything about the spiritual realm you know demons-not the scary ugly ones in the movies. We feed off of different forms of energy and I receive my energy from sex.” Your eyes go wide and the wheels in your brain begin to turn as you realize what he’s getting at.

“What if I don’t want to?” You cautiously ask.

“Then we don’t do it. I only take what you give me and you have 72 hours to think about it and if you still don’t want to I’ll be out of your pretty hair.” He stalks over to you, booping your nose at the end of his speech with the tip of his index.

The new knowledge makes you nervous but you’re glad you have some time to think about it.

“Oh my God.”

“Ew, don’t say that around me. Get some sleep and stop thinkin’ so damn much you’re making me nervous.”

He walks over to the space by your dresser and slides down the wall, resting his head and closing his eyes.

“Demons sleep?”

“You want me to stare at you sleep all night?” He deadpans to which you shake your head at.

“Kay then. Goodnight.” He waves you off.

His eyes close once again as you get up and turn off the lights before climbing under your duvet to lay your head on the plushy material of your pillow and sleep instantly overcomes you.

-

You sit in the library of your school going over a problem when frustration makes you drop your pencil before rubbing your hands against your face.

“Boo.”

You jump, removing your hands from your face to see a Yoongi with black shades in front of you.

“I didn’t scare you did I?” He smirks.

Your eyes roll.

“I’m too tired for you right now.” You wince at the pounding in your head that surfaces at the thought of all the work you have to do later.

“I could say the same.” He quips with a grin.

Yoongi looks over the numbers on your paper along with the eraser residue that’s splayed across the table as dusk begins to show its face outside the double doors of the building.

“You should head home and get some rest.” He suggests sincerely to which you send him a glare.

“I can’t. I still don’t completely understand the lesson and the test is next class.” Your voice nearly breaks at the end of your sentence. Your hands shove themselves in the pocket of your jeans as you pull out a crystal one of your friends gave to you for good luck. The stone clangs on the table as you slide it towards Yoongi’s sight.

“And what’s this?” The man quirks his brow skeptically.

“My friend said it encourages prosperity.” You shrug.

Your mind wanders to how good things would have been if you were a nepotism baby or suddenly discovered you were oblivious to a lump sum of cash one of your ancestors left behind with the knowledge you would fuck your life up with student loans. Yoongi observes you silently, watching you attentively like you were a ticking time bomb and he was waiting for you to read zero and finally wreak havoc.

“Stop that.” You snap.

“Stop what?” The man props his black shades atop his head to keep the dark tendrils out of his eyes.

“Staring at me like I’m a lost puppy or something.”

Yoongi laughs deeply.

“Darling, you’re not far from it, I mean you’re bursting at the seams.”

He was right, you had never felt this anxious in your life and now you felt like you had a knife to your throat with no way to escape.

“Way to make me feel better.” You sink in your seat.

The man felt for you but he was not here to make you feel better or strengthen the power of your crystals but no matter how tired and broody, he would never tell you that to your face.

“You need to pack up and head home. Pouting at me isn’t gonna help your grade.”

Yoongi’s hands grab all your things and place them in your backpack before he puts it on like it belongs to him before going to stand near you with his hand out.

“C’mon.”

You slap his hand away and get up from the chair.

“I can hold my own backpack.”

“But you can’t do math.” He smiles widely as a sneer spreads across your face. Your nostrils flare but you walk past him out of the doors of the library. Strolling towards your dorm for five minutes in silence is all you gift Yoongi with; tapping at your screen to text your friend for help on the homework you attempted to finish in the library. When you walk into your dorm after Yoongi you go to walk past him into your room when his arm brings your steps to a halt.

“I gotta go do homework!” You whine as Yoongi drags you towards the pantry.

“Your stomach’s growling, gotta eat before you finish anything else.” He grabs a packet of noodles from your pantry.

“Sit down.”

He pushes you gently towards a chair before making his way to the stove.

“You know how to cook?” You inquire with your head tilted.

Yoongi rips the packet open as he picks out a pot to boil water in, simpering discreetly at the amount of questions you have on demons and how they live with the knowledge to do any simple task like prepare a meal.

“Yes, I do. Plus it’s just ramen.”

The water simmers as Yoongi’s fingers drop the noodles into the water to let it boil before turning to face a bewildered you.

“Every soul once had access to a body sweetheart.” His lip twitches into a soft smile different from any of the cocky ones he’s worn before.

“Oh.” You let out stupidly.

You’re speechless as he stares back at you, body leaned next to the now boiling water.

“Which is why you should take care of yours while you have it.” He says before turning back to the pot to sprinkle the remaining packets into the water; stirring it once before tapping the spoon against the metal, turning the heat down, and putting the spoon down gently.

“So you were human before?” You ask as he sets the bowl in front of you allowing the smoke of the hot food to waft against your skin as you look at him intently awaiting his answer.

“Yeah. We all were.” He answers watching your doe eyes and pillowy cheeks glow in the kitchen’s lightening.

“There’s more of you?- Demons I mean.”

Yoongi rests his chin in the palm of his hand as he leans on the counter across from you. You’re so intrigued at every word he says and while it was annoying at first; you somehow made it cute.

“Eat.”

Your attention moves from him to the bowl in front of you as you pick up the fork and blow against the steaming noodles before shoving it into your mouth. Becoming immersed in the food you completely forget the man in front of you who watches you closely until you take your last bite.

“I ate.” You state as he laughs at your expressionless face.

“So can you read thoughts too?”

Yoongi furrows his brow at your question.

“If I feel like it. Why?”

“You said last night that I was thinking too much and it made you nervous.”

He recalls the moment he laid upon you standing by your curtained window.

“Oh yeah. I did say that.”

Your eyes look at him intently for an explanation and he wishes he let you go study like you initially wanted but he knew it was far too late for that when you were shifting in your seat apprehensively.

“It’s not something I do all the time, darling. No need to worry about me getting in your head or anything.”

You lean against the countertop, mimicking his stance by placing your chin in the palm of your hand.

“I appreciate you not getting in my head.” You smile at him while he chuckles.

“Anytime. Now,” He stretches away from you while your eyes stay on him. You didn’t usually look at him like that and now he was trying his best not to waver under your gaze.

“hit those books right?”

The fact that he took the time to make sure you ate before you entered a homework rampage. It was a small gesture but you were known for making little things a big deal.

“Thank you, Yoongi.”

Your mind ran a mile a minute. Maybe this deal with him wouldn’t be so hard to go through with after all. It didn’t take a genius to pick up on his caring nature even though he threw a nonchalant veil over it while still caring for you even while you fussed at him. Were you really considering this?

The clock was ticking past the time you said you would phone your friend for help but you think you should let her rest since her dead week of examinations was coming up too.

You hope at this moment he isn’t utilizing his demon powers to read your thoughts because you’re about to tell the biggest lie ever.

“Don’t mention it sweetheart.”

“I’m not feeling up to it.” You shrug.

His eyes fall on you again at your words.

“Way to flip the switch. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” You hop off the chair and slowly begin to back away from him as his brow quirks up in confusion.

“I’ll go change and we’ll watch a movie.”

His eyes form slits as he radiates suspicions but he agrees nonetheless.

“I’ll wait in the living room then…” He trails off.

Your feet rush over to your room tugging off the clothes on your body to replace it with one of the silk sets you usually wore strictly for bed to act like you were interested in some random movie from one of the streaming services you paid for. Not giving yourself much time to think your way out of this, you rush out of your room into the living area again where Yoongi took it upon himself to get comfortable on the couch while going through the catalog on the screen.

“I think it’ll be funny if we watch a horror movie- I like laughing at how they portray demons.” He snickers before turning his head to glance over at your new attire. The air feels like it’s knocked out of his lungs at the sight of your melanated skin paired with the silk material of your clothing. It’s like every time he takes the time to observe you time slows down and the initial reasoning for his presence is fleeting. He clears his throat before scooting over on the couch to give you a spot to sit to which you accept. The movie rolls on and you become apprehensive. The distance between your bodies disturbs you and you take it upon yourself to scoot closer to him and his focused gaze reverts to you. Offering a sheepish smile, you clear your throat before daring to speak.

“I’m cold. Aren’t you?”

His face is stoic and you fear he’s going to tell you to fuck off and you’ll have to run off to your room and sob the memory away but he puts his arm out, motioning for you to come closer and you do and when you do it’s the most warm and safe feeling you have felt in a while. Your face is an inch away from being nuzzled into his neck, lips an inch away from laying a kiss on his milky skin.

“Yoongi.” You utter so airily you figured you imagined yourself speaking but his head turns and his eyes meet yours. This was never you wanting to watch a movie but it was always that you were too shy to tell Yoongi that you thought it over and you were willing to seal the deal. Willing to pawn your body over to him and crawl over to him on your hands and knees. The power he had over you was tantalizing and it was getting harder to be subtle.

“Can you use it now?”

His head turns towards you for the first time in what feels like forever. It’s hard to read his expression as he looks back at you but you are shameless in the midst of your desire.

“You know I’ll do anything you want. Just say the word.” His breath fans your lips as he speaks and you fight to not interrupt him mid sentence. You are panting heavily when you finally find the strength to say it.

“Kiss me.”

His lips are on yours as soon as you utter the last syllable and he pulls you on top of him with his hands adorning your waist. Your hands find refuge on his chest while he’s quick to slide his hands down to your ass.

“Please.” You whimper against his mouth and he uses this as a cue to grind his bulge on your clothed center.

“Need you to say it.” Yoongi groans in your ear as you moan when a particular movement of his hips provides just the kind of friction you craved.

“Don’t piss me off.” You whine, moving your hips to meet his movements. He chuckles at your tone and reaches for your hair gently caressing it before he tugs harshly making you pathetically yelp at the stinging in your scalp and before you know it your cheek is squished against the couch. You feel Yoongi’s hand groping the flesh of your ass before he rips off your silly excuse for pants.

“Me? Piss you off? That’s your job darling.” His hands are swift, moving your panties to the side and running his finger against your heat as you mewl in response. Arching your back so he’ll take the hint and get you off already but you should have known it wouldn’t be that easy with the demon.

“Please. Touch me.” You pant out in desperation when he delivers a harsh spank to your asscheek to which you moan in pleasure and his finger rubs your clit slowly before his finger enters you.

“Ahh fuck.” You whine as his long finger fucks in and out of you deliciously and you struggle to keep your eyes open from the immense pleasure he’s giving you. Meanwhile, it is taking everything in Yoongi to prepare you for him as he’s already ready to split you open with the problem growing in his pants. He observes the way your eyes flutter shut in pleasure as he fingers you languidly when he brings his thumb to your clit and your whimpers intensify. God, you are so fucking pretty. Retracting his touch when he sees your thighs begin to shake he denies you the end he knows you crave to strip himself of his suddenly tight pants. The cool air of your apartment meets your wet folds as the warmth of Yoongi’s hands are missing on your skin as you crane your neck to watch his length stand proudly. Your stomach flips in anticipation and impatience as you watch him climb onto the couch again and begin touching you. His tip grazes against your clit and you want to scream at his teasing antics.

“Yoongi, please I can’t wait anymore.” It’s not long before he pushes into you as you groan out in pleasure and his hands grips your hips roughly before he bottoms out completely getting you accustomed to his size for a moment just before his thrusts become languid. Your vision gets a little cloudy as you whimper against the couch cushion, attempting to quiet your moans by biting your bottom lip. God you missed this, you were constantly on the go with no time to worry about sexual endeavors anymore and you swore it wasn't of any importance but you were proven wrong as Yoongi’s thrusts were sending you over the edge by the millisecond.

“Right there! Please.” You moan out when you feel warmth begin to spread throughout your entire being as you clench around his dick.

“Yeah? Feel good?” He leans down, whispering into your ear. His lips kiss your neck and cheek softly before he pulls you up to let your back meet his chest and his pace quickens. You yelp at the way he’s repeatedly hitting the sweet spot inside of you as you feel tears stream down your face before you can control it. The embarrassment has no time to register when he’s making you feel this good.

“Is my little slut crying?” You can hear the smirk in his tone and that makes your walls flutter around him and he realizes how much you like the name calling. In all his centuries of doing this he never got this much pleasure from fucking someone but something about the way you succumbed to his every ministration made him want to never stop.

“mm -so fucking good.” You breathe out heavily, resting your head back on his shoulder as his relentless pace continues. His hands tug at your breasts and that sends you over the edge as your sounds increase in volume.

“There it is. Cum for me, pretty.”

He fucks you through your high and rubs your clit with the hand that isn’t occupied groping your tit. Your body goes limp against him as you sigh and his thrusts come to a halt before you open your eyes to meet his pitch black ones. He’s barely broken a sweat from his previous actions and you conclude it’s because of the whole demon ordeal he’s got going for him. His lips meet yours hungrily taking you aback and you moan against his mouth before he pulls away and flips you onto your back swiftly. His eyes scan the sight of your bare body before he leans over top of you, pecking your lips before kissing down the valley of your breasts. Both of his hands grab your tits, fiddling with your nipples and you gasp at the sensation. His lips close around your nipples and he lets his teeth graze your skin as your back arches into his touch.

“You are the prettiest thing I have seen in centuries darling.” Yoongi says, moving back up to look into your eyes. When his words meet your ears you want to be flattered but you're the nth human he’s probably said that to. In the midst of your silence he moves down to your thighs, making you shudder instinctively. Yoongi licks a stripe through your now sensitive folds due to his incessant plowing just moments ago. The reason he’s doing this strays far from your mind as he eats you out like a mad man and you can’t complain with the flame it ignites in your stomach as your hand moves to card through his long tendrils and your head falls back in pure ecstasy. Intoxicated moans and filthy words escaping your lips along with pleads for him to keep making you feel good.

“Yoong- fuck!” You shudder through another high before looking down at his smug expression, your essence coating his lips.

“There goes number 2.” He chuckles breathily. His digit grazes your entrance, fingering you momentarily, basically mocking you.

“Can’t stand you.” you mewl out.

Wrapping your legs around his waist he lifts you from the couch and brings you over to the chair you previously ate your dinner on. “It’s a good thing I can carry you then, yeah?” He smiles and you fight the blush that arises on your face. Maintaining eye contact, he aligns himself and enters you once again as you whine in response to the abrupt fullness.

“Mm I know baby. You can take it though.” His arms find their home around you and he starts his rough pace, the sound of skin slapping together filling the room along with your incessant yelps. Your hands find purchase in his meaty arms as you try to ground yourself somehow. Yoongi bites his bottom lip firmly while he looks down at your surrendered form.

“M’ gonna cum- shit.” He groans out before you teeth at his neck desperately.

“Cum inside of me please.” You plead, becoming unusually groggy.

Who cares if you’d have to maybe throw the chair away from the cum stains on it? You would worry about it later.

-

The sound of buzzing wakes you up as you watch the time on your phone that reads eight am. You have your test in an hour. You scramble and run to the bathroom to get ready blindly and hastily. Your walk to the testing center is about ten minutes so you should be there in time to get everything turned in.

Your eyes look around your room, subtly looking for Yoongi. Shrugging off the thought you pull on your shoes and run out of the door with your bag in hand.

You greet your math professor with a smile as you take your seat and pick up your pencil to complete your test. You don’t second guess yourself on any of the answers, ready to turn it in after looking over your work once. Gathering your things you hand in the test in and exit the classroom.

“That was fast.”

You stumble at the voice when you turn your head to find Yoongi grinning at you. The hair on your skin stands up straight at the sight of him.

“I thought you left.” You exhale as he approaches you.

“I figured I would stick around for the big test.” He winks before you feel your phone buzz in your hand looking at the notification on the screen. Sounds of footsteps coming towards you make your turn towards your professor that walks out of the classroom.

“Good work! I will be seeing you in calculus next semester.”

Smiling widely, you give the professor a curt nod and walk towards your dorm in content.

REAL!!!

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind blowing, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip licking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell dissolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and id still ride.

SOOO GOOD! I really like the fact that she didn’t end up with tae. Her character development was so good and your writing made me go through the journey with her. I LOVE THIS FIC and thank you for sharing this!!

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✿𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈:  Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Reader

✿ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚:  The one where your best friend of years and love of your life is getting married and wants you to be the maid of honor. Luckily for you, the best man is not exactly happy either.

✿ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:  Romance, Humor, Fluff, Angst, Completed.

 WHAT A RIDE AMIRITE PEOPLE

Huge thanks to everyone who stuck with me despite months of no updating and no explanation and trusted me to come back and deliver my mediocrity. To everyone who ignored my many mistakes and saw a girl trying her best to finish a clusterfuck of a fic in a language that was not her own. To everyone who took the time to leave a comment or a like or even just allowed themselves to feel something reading this. You are seen, appreciated and loved and I hope to continue seeing you around in my current or future works.

Liability will have an Epilogue, because my friend Bruna threatened to kill me in my sleep if I didn’t deliver tooth-roting domestic fluff. So everyone say “Thank you Bruna please don’t kill Alex” in the comments.

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Part eight: The only love I haven’t screwed up

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Your first thought when arriving at that house was how much that would’ve hurt a couple years ago.

(Your second thought was how marriage deteriorates someone’s taste in house decor. Was that a “live, laugh, love” sign?)

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Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Synopsis: After taking a job as a co-writer, you quickly find that you and your “boss” just don’t get along. Constantly butting heads, disagreeing on things, and he isn’t even nice about it. He’s a fucking dick. He’s always criticizing you in embarrassing ways, but you’ve tried to be patient, ride it out. Over the short time you’ve worked here, the tension has built quickly, and it is clear both of you cannot stand each other. Unfortunately, today is the day you reach your limit after he humiliates you in front of several of your coworkers… and the “conflict resolution” is definitely something you did not expect.

Genre: Enemies to lovers (or hookup in this case), workplace affair.

Pairings: Boss/Writer!Namjoon x Co-writer!Reader

Word count: 7.5k+

Warnings: 18+, Heavy smut!! Hate sex, protected sex (wrap it up), rough sex, face fucking, light slapping (not in the face), a bit of spit play, face fucking, cussing, crying (sort of), heavy conflict, degradation, arguing, name calling, a bit of teasing, cum eating? (Sort of), dry humping, face humping, being slapped with dick (lightly), Let me know if I missed anything!

⚠Disclaimer⚠:This story does not in any way reflect the character of those who are mentioned, it is totally fiction and just for fun. Please don’t take it seriously.

A/N: Hiiii! This is my first one shot. I’ve actually had it in my drafts for a long time but never posted it, I decided to finish it recently and post it here. I hope you like it! I love writing, have soooo many drafted one shots/full on fanfics with each of the boys. A looot of them are with Jungkook, can’t help myself. He’s my lover… 😭 Anyway, if you guys end up liking this I’ll post more. Thank you so much for reading if you do!

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There aren’t many things you regret in life. Because if you allow yourself to regret things, you overthink. Overthinking is never a good thing.

See, it wasn’t awful at first. But the moment you met Kim Namjoon, you could tell he had a problem with you. What? You didn’t know. You still don’t know. But he never bothered hiding it.

You powered through, because this was sort of like a dream job for you. You loved writing music, writing lyrics. It was hard to even find a job like this to begin with. So when you got the callback, you jumped at the chance. You were so excited to be working here, and you were familiar with Kim Namjoon. You thought his songs were beautiful, his writing style seemed similar to yours.

Boy, you were wrong.

Not even a week into working here he was heavily criticizing you. But again… you pushed through. Because you were new, he had a right to be picky. This was his studio, he was technically your boss… technically. So you tried to be patient and listen to his criticism.

Which didn’t last long. Because he was not subtle. Arguably, there is a difference between constructive criticism and being blatantly rude and picky. Namjoon was straight-up rude. And at times it was embarrassing.

Nothing you did seemed to satisfy him. Every single time you brainstormed with him and the team, he disagreed with you. Every time you proposed lyrics, he rejected your ideas. Every time you so as much opened your mouth, he had an issue with what you had to say.

You tried to be patient… you genuinely did. But you don’t like feeling disrespected or embarrassed. And you certainly don’t take shit from anyone. So the last two weeks you’ve both been bickering, and the tension is noticeable not only to you and Namjoon but to the entire damn team.

The worst part about it all? You are so fucking attracted to him. He makes your tummy swoop with butterflies. He smells good. He’s tall, his dimples are fucking adorable, and his body… god, he is to die for. The sexual tension is prominent.

If only he wasn’t such a dick.

Today pushed you to your limits. Never in your life have you been more embarrassed.

It all started with a song he was working on. He played the beat, and immediately you were inspired. You got excited. Your attitude was bright, and you immediately jotted the lyrics down on your paper when they came to mind. You seriously thought today would be the day he’d be proud. He would agree. You felt good about it.

Only for him to burst out laughing when he read the lyrics. That wasn’t even the worst part. It’s bad enough that he laughed at you in front of the entire team. But what he said next is what made you lose your shit.

“Oh- shit. You’re serious?”

He stared at you for a moment, taking in your very irritated expression. And then he fucking laughed again.

“Fuck, Y/N. I thought this was a joke. God, I wish it was a joke because it would be hilarious if it was. It sounds like a fucking kids-bop song. You can’t be serious.”

And that’s when all hell broke loose.

You went off on him. In front of everyone. For three minutes straight you cursed him out, waived your hands around, and made it clear how much you cannot stand him and how rude he has been. How humiliated you feel. You’ve always been praised for your writing, so why the fuck doesn’t he like it? You are fucking pissed.

Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to cuss your boss out in front of everyone… but at this point, you don’t care. If he gets you fired by the company, oh-fucking-well.

Namjoon stares at you for a moment once you’re done. Your chest is heaving, your cheeks are red, and your brows are furrowed angrily. Clearly, he didn’t expect your outburst. His nostrils are flared and his jaw is tense, it even does the little tick thing that drives you crazy. Fuck him for being so hot. Fuck him for being so damn hot and such a dick.

He raises a brow at you, tongue in cheek, making that angry face that would be incredibly attractive if it weren’t directed at you. He lets out an angry huff of air before speaking.

“Studio. Now.”

He points at his studio as he says this as if you’re too stupid to understand his words. This pisses you off even more.

“You’re not my fucking boss.”

He scoffs at you, briefly smiling at your bold choice of words. You infuriate him just as much as he infuriates you.

“Actually, Y/N, I am. Studio. Now.”

You know that technically, he is your boss. But you refuse to listen to him after how humiliated he made you feel. In front of everyone, how dare he speak to you this way? Regardless of his weird hate for you. Besides, he can’t fire you. He may be able to request it, but you know that he won’t. From what you’ve heard, It took forever to fill this position. He was picky when it came to hiring someone… which makes this more confusing. You can’t figure out what his issue is with you, especially when he is the one who helped pick you for the job. Regardless, you know that he doesn’t have the patience to do it again. He’s full of shit.

You stand your ground. You won’t back down this time. You’re tired of the disrespect.

“No, Namjoon. Whatever you want to say, you can say it here. You’ve already embarrassed me, so go ahead, do it some more. I’m sure you get off on it.”

No longer smiling, his gaze is dark. He’s pissed. Now he’s a bit embarrassed… that’s what he gets.

“I won’t ask again. You can march your ass upstairs, or I can carry you. Your choice.”

You say nothing, surely he wouldn’t do that. He’s bluffing. Regardless of how harsh he has been towards you, you know that he wouldn’t cross that line. You hope that he doesn’t. The last thing that you want is for him to touch you. Not because he makes you uncomfortable, but because you already have enough dirty thoughts about him. You hate him, yet he turns you on in a way you’ve never felt. Lust driven by pure hatred, it’s a dangerous thing.

But of course, you were wrong, and he never ceases to surprise you. Never underestimate Kim Namjoon.

You stay silent, secretly hoping that he will just back down and continue the brainstorming session. But is Kim Namjoon the type of man to back down? No. He never has been.

He strides over to you quickly, taking big steps in your direction, causing you to miss your chance to run.

He swiftly grabs your waist and hoists you over his shoulder, his fingers digging into your thighs. You don’t even have time to react before he starts carrying you upstairs to the studio. He has no trouble doing so either, carrying you as if you weigh nothing.

You come to your senses and swat at his back while you yell profanities at him, demanding that he put you down, threatening to report him, and telling him that he’ll be fired by morning if he doesn’t stop.

But you know that he won’t. This company would never side with you, no matter what Namjoon did. They relied on him. They didn’t rely on you. You were replaceable, even if it would be difficult. Namjoon is not replaceable.

“Resume the session. If you finish before we’re done, you’re free to go. This may take a while. Don’t interrupt us.”

Hurried nods are sent in his direction, no one dares protest him or intervene. Cowards.

He kicks the door open to the studio, entering with ease, making sure not to hit your head on the doorframe as he walks in. You wish he would have hit your head, knocked you out, hell even thrown you over the staircase. Anything to avoid this humiliation he has cursed you with. You almost wish you would’ve just kept your damn mouth shut.

But the damage is done now. No point in backing down.

He throws you roughly on the couch sitting opposite his desk and then closes the door, locking it before facing you.

You glare at him, chest heaving, heart beating out of your chest. You’re just as pissed as he is. Yet, you still find yourself clenching your thighs together, irritated at the fact that he turns you on so much. You shouldn’t be horny right now… yet you are. The way he squeezed your thighs… fuck. Fuck him. God, fuck him to hell. You hate him.

“What the fuck was that?” You nearly growl at him.

He stands in front of you, arms crossed, looking down on you as if you’re nothing more than a pesky roach that he wants to squash.

“I told you, you could walk, or I could carry you. You made your choice, clearly.”

Fuck him.

“Fuck you, Namjoon. This is ridiculous.”

He laughs. He laughs at you.

Fuck him.

“You are ridiculous, Y/N. Why are you even here, if you can’t take criticism?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I can take criticism, constructive criticism, something that you are apparently incapable of giving. You’re so fucking mean to me and I’ve done NOTHING to you.”

“No, I-“

You cut him off, unable to control your mouth.

“And another thing, it’s only me that you speak to this way. I’ve yet to see you speak to anyone else the way that you do me. What is your issue with me, why do you hate me so much?”

“Maybe if you-“

You cut him off again, and his jaw does the tick thing. He’s getting angrier, but you do not give a fuck.

“No, this isn’t on me. I earned my spot here, I was hired for a reason, and everyone else respects me, why don’t you?”

“Because-“

Again.

Fuck him.

“There is no reason, you obviously have some sort of sick vendetta against me. You’re fucking insufferable!”

“Me? No, you-“

Again.

And he’s had enough.

“No, fuck you Namjoon, fuck you and this weird ass game you’re playing, you—“

He borderline growls before he pins you on the couch.

You don’t even have time to register what he’s doing, and if you did, you’d slap the shit out of him.

That’s what you tell yourself, anyway.

His lips crash into yours as he hovers over you, one knee perched in between your legs, while his other leg steadies him. He grabs your face with force, so rough that you swear he could break your jaw if he gripped you any harder. His other hand is on the back of the couch, steadying him the same and pinning you in place.

The kiss is no different. His lips assault yours, and he wastes no time in forcing his tongue into your mouth. He kisses you with vigor. A kiss unlike any you’ve ever experienced before. You’ve only ever been kissed like this in your dreams, the same dreams that wake you up in the middle of the night leaving you touch-starved. It’s fucking aggressive and rough.

And of course, you kiss him back. You don’t want to. Yet you do. You don’t want to give in to him. But you do. You can’t help it. As soon as he made his move, you were under his control. He has that way about him, he’s easily able to affect people. You were a different story. You always defied him, disagreed with him, challenged him. Yet, this is the way that he tames you, even if only for a minute. Shit. You’re weaker than you thought.

He nips your bottom lip before pulling back, your jaw still in his grip. His nostrils are flared and his breathing is rigid, as if he’s just as shocked as you are at his actions.

And he is. He has no idea why he just kissed you. He has no idea what came over him. He just wanted you to shut the fuck up, and he acted on impulse. And now he has a raging hard-on, which pisses him off even more. He doesn’t want to want you, in the same way that you don’t want to want him. But you both do.

He whispers, searching your face, studying your reaction.

“Do you ever just shut the fuck up and listen?”

You clear your throat, still trying to come down from the rush of the kiss, adrenaline running through your veins.

“I-“

“Do you know how fucking irritated you make me?”

Suddenly, you have no fight left in you. You feel intimidated. Fuck him.

“Then why-“

“Am I gonna have to kiss you every time you need to shut the fuck up?”

You blink at him, unable to respond. You have no idea what to do, or how to react, and are becoming distracted by the puddle seeping between your thighs.

You haven’t had sex in over a year. You haven’t been able to grow interest in someone enough to give them that piece of yourself again. Your last situation-ship left you simply sick of men. Sex wasn’t appealing enough to go through that again. But, of course, as if the universe is punishing you, Namjoon awakens your sex drive.

You nervously bite your lip and clench your thighs, not even realizing what you’re doing. You’re on the verge of tears, overwhelmed with anger and lust. And this doesn’t go unnoticed by Namjoon.

He looks down at your thighs, and you immediately unclench them. Your cheeks betray you by reddening, thanks to the smirk that very clearly gives away that he knows exactly what you’re feeling right now.

He keeps his eyes on your thighs for a moment before looking up at you. He smirks, raising a brow, giving you a crooked smile that tells you he knows your dirty little secret. Your jaw is still firmly in his grasp.

“Is that it? You’re sexually frustrated? Is that why you’re being such a bitch?”

You try to wriggle from his grasp, embarrassed, angry, horny. You’re starting to wish he would just fire you. Anything to save you the embarrassment of his knowing glare.

“Fuck you.”

He chuckles, bringing his face closer to yours, so close that you can feel his breath touch your lips.

“Yeah? Fuck me? If I fuck you, will you calm the fuck down and listen to me?”

You blink at him again and say nothing. You want to protest, tell him how gross he is, tell him how much you hate him, tell him that he’s the worst. Yet, his idea just makes you hornier. You’ve never had hate sex, and oh fuck, you’re sure that it would improve your mood, even some of the tension between you two.

But it pains you to even admit that. It’s humiliating. He has humiliated you enough.

He moves his hand to the back of your head, angling it upwards so that he has better access to your neck. He places his lips on your jaw, running his teeth up it, leading to the crook of your neck, keeping his lips on you as he speaks his next words.

He grabs your wrist with his other hand, leading it to his crotch, coaxing you to feel him. And he’s hard. So hard that you’re certain a button will break on his jeans. Fuck. He feels giant… You’re so fucked.

“Do you see what you do to me? Never in my life have I had anyone piss me off to the point of getting a fucking boner.”

You can’t help but whimper at his dirty words, but you make sure to bite your lip, preventing yourself from begging him to take you as you so desperately want to. You aren’t one to beg for anything. And you hate him even more for bringing you to that point.

“I’ve thought about fucking you so many times, Y/N. Fucking you to the point that you don’t even remember your own name, and my name is the only thing that you can scream. I just wanna fuck you until you shut the fuck up.”

“Please, just… do it then.”

Word vomit. You thought it but didn’t intend to say it. Yet, you said it. Of course, you did. You’re on the brink of cumming just from his filthy words.

He kisses your neck before speaking. And you can feel him smile as he does so.

Fuck him.

“Oh, Y/N, baby, hearing you beg makes it so tempting. I never thought you’d be the type, considering the amount of shit you talk.”

You croak out, suddenly feeling defensive, “I’m not. I don’t beg for shit.” You weakly push at his chest, even though you both know damn well you don’t want him to stop.

He laughs, pulling back to look at you, keeping his face close.

“Yet, here you are, begging for my cock like a desperate whore.”

You frown at him, feigning offense, when in reality his degradation is making you even more desperate. Why? You don’t know. You’ve never liked being degraded, in fact, nothing turns you off more than being called names… but hearing it come out of Namjoon's mouth? Fuck.

“I’m not a whore.” You whisper.

He tilts his head at you, amused.

“Fucking obviously, you’re acting like you’ve never been touched before. Are you this needy with other men?”

“There are no other men.”

He studies you for a moment, carefully calculating his next move. The way that he looks at you makes you feel insecure, as if he’s a judge on one of those cooking shows, trying to figure out whether he likes the taste of you or not. You have the urge to push him away and take off, his gaze is too goddamn intense.

He is too intense. Never met a man like him.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You mumble, looking away from him.

“Like what?” He asks, furrowing his brows. Amused.

“Like you think I’m the most vile thing on earth.”

He’s taken aback by your response, almost looking offended. Because that is the last thing he was thinking. If only you knew.

“Vile? Baby, I’m so hard for you right now that it hurts, do you know how hot you are when you’re pissed? Fucking annoying, but soooo hot.”

You squirm, your cheeks pinking again. You didn’t expect that. You expected him to laugh in your face and agree. He grunts as he takes in your facial expression. If only you knew what you truthfully do to him. He closes his eyes and scrunches his brows, taking a deep breath before he pulls away from you, leaving you considering getting on your damn knees and begging for him to touch you again.

He chuckles while shaking his head, eyes still closed as he speaks. As if he’s in pain from pulling away from you.

“Yeah, fuck, and you’re cute when you blush. This is fucked. I can’t stand you, yet you’re so fucking cute. What the fuck are you doing to me? Huh?”

Fuck. He’s making this hard. You’re so overwhelmed. So pissed, so horny, you wanna push him away and cuss him out some more, but also you’ve never wanted another man more in your life than you do him right now.

Both of you stare at each other silently for a moment. His jaw keeps doing the tick thing, and you squeeze your thighs tighter, rubbing them together to relieve some pressure. His eyes flick to them, and you don’t even bother hiding it this time. As humiliating as it is, his cock is hard and bulging out of his jeans. So you can’t find yourself caring too much at the moment.

What really makes his resolve waver is the way you’re looking at him, which you don’t even realize. Normally you look at him with such disdain, as if he’s the vile one. But right now? Your eyes are wide and glossy, your lip stuck between your teeth. You’re looking at him almost sweetly. The desperation in your gaze is impossible to hide.

He loses it completely.

“Ah, fuck it.” He declares before grabbing you by your hair again as he sits on the couch. He tugs you roughly into his lap and starts devouring your mouth again.

You let out a little huff of air as he does this, not quite used to the rough handling. But god, it’s fucking divine. You feel as if all of the anger you’ve held for him comes rushing out in the form of kisses and touches. He feels the same.

His hand leaves your hair and he grips your hips, roughly grinding his hard cock onto your pussy. Dry humping like fucking teenagers as you make out aggressively.

Your hands come to rest on his face, framing it as they tremble slightly from the overwhelming emotions. You don’t hold back this time either, licking into his mouth wantonly, letting out little grunts and mewls that make his cock strain and twitch inside of his jeans.

His hands leave your hips to grip your ass, and he fucking groans into your mouth. He slaps it once, testing. When you let out a whine, he slaps it much harder this time, making your body jerk slightly.

He laughs into your mouth and says breathily, “Fuck, you really are a whore aren’t you?”

You bite his lip hard when he says this. You hate it. You love it. You grind down harder onto his clothed cock. He reaches back up to grip your hair and tugs your head back, pulling on it harshly and pulling you away from his mouth.

He grins when he hears you whine at the loss of his lips. “You wanna fucking bite me, huh? Uh-uh, fuck no you don’t.”

He pushes you off of his lap and lets go of your hair, you look up at him with heavy-lidded eyes and confusion. Honestly, you already look fucked out and he’s barely done anything. You’re just touch-starved, so every little kiss and touch is fucking you up. You’re craving relief from both your sexual frustration and the building irritation he’s caused you over the last month.

Before you even realize what he’s about to do, he grabs your hair again, his grip much firmer this time. It actually kind of hurts… yet you don’t stop him. He pushes your face roughly into his clothed cock, and grinds onto your face as he spreads his legs wider on the couch.

Oh fuck.

He grunts as he starts nearly smothering you. When he feels a bit of your drool gets onto his crotch, he yanks your head back, he laughs again, “Bet your big fucking mouth is great at sucking cock. Should we find out?”

You just glare at him. Don’t wanna give him the satisfaction even though every single thing he has done so far has made you borderline cream your pants.

He clicks his tongue, “No? Don’t have anything to say now? Isn’t that funny…”

Fuck him.

He keeps his grip tight on your hair as he uses his other hand to fumble with his zipper and button. Once it’s undone, he whips his cock out. It hits the fabric of his rumpled shirt and is already dripping precum.

Holy. Fuck. His cock is huge. A good nine inches.

He yanks your head forward again, literally smearing your face all over it, humping your face again. His head falls back and he grunts at the feeling. Your skin is just so soft, and the way your makeup is already becoming fucked up is making him go crazy. He’s always loved sloppy sex. And you are fucking gorgeous like this, he thinks.

He grabs his cock with his free hand as he tilts your head back, starts slapping your mouth with it, your cheeks too. The precum starts stringing from your cheek to the tip of his cock, and you can see his pupils dilate even bigger, he almost looks like he’s about to lose control.

He says uncharacteristically softly, “If you want me to stop, pinch my thigh real hard, yeah?”

If you had even a single moment of free thought, you would’ve probably been thankful that he gave you an out. You know despite him being a huge piece of work, he’s not a bad guy. So the fact he’s setting boundaries in your favor, even in the heat of the moment, is comforting. He cares about your safety and comfort. It’s the bare minimum of course, but most men lack even that. It’s why you stopped having casual sex to begin with.

But you don’t have a moment to think because pushes your lips down onto his cock abruptly, your mouth opens on instinct and he shoves himself inside. Doesn’t even ease into it, he just straight up plows his cock inside of your mouth until your nose is pressed against his pelvis.

You cough, and gag, already drooling all over him. Fuck it’s hot. You’ve never been face fucked like this before, but you’re starting to think maybe you’ve been missing out on good sex if this is how good rough sex feels.

You can’t even imagine what his cock would feel like inside of you if it feels this good in your mouth.

When he sees tears start to form, he pulls your hair back, strings of spit and precum connecting from your mouth and onto the tip of his cock. Fuck, it felt so good feeling your throat constrict around his cock. His resolve is wavering heavily. But he’s trying to remain patient. He smirks at you, stroking his spit-covered cock lazily directly onto your lips, causing beads of precum to escape his tip and cover your lips like lipgloss.

“Fuck, look at you. And you haven’t said a damn word. So pretty when you shut up.”

Your cheeks flush and you say petulantly, “Fuck you.” Because even now you don’t wanna give him the satisfaction.

That’s short-lived though because he starts fucking your mouth again. He shoves his cock inside and starts thrusting into your mouth as if it’s a goddamn sex toy. He hits the back of your throat with every thrust, causing you to gag and cough, your hands squeezing his thighs hard but not pinching.

You can take it.

He grunts out, “Fuck… I swear to god I’ll fuck your pretty little mouth every goddamn time you mouth off from now on Y/N, since nothing else has worked so far.”

Each word punctuated by a harsh thrust, he grunts our, “Just shut. the. fuck. up. Fuuuck.”

He keeps fucking up into your mouth, not easing up even for a second. Your eyes roll back in your head, and all you can do is take it. His thrusts only become sloppier and wetter. His head is thrown back and his abdomen starts clenching hard. But he knows you need to breathe. As much as he wishes he could just cum down your throat; he has other plans…

He pulls your head back again, he’s already feeling a bit too close to cumming. He doesn’t wanna cum too fast, he’s certain it would give you more to talk shit about.

He gazes down at you with heavy-lidded eyes, his mouth parted slightly and his breaths coming in fast. You look utterly fucked. Your makeup is ruined completely now, your eyes are red and teary, and your pretty pink lips are swollen. His stomach flutters, because he thinks you have never looked prettier.

He’s always thought you were so pretty. It’s one of the reasons he can’t stand you. He isn’t supposed to want you. You’re his coworker, technically his subordinate.

But none of that matters now, does it?

He doesn’t look much better, his shirt is covered in wet spit and his boxers are ruined too. He should’ve taken his clothes off… but luckily, he thinks it’s so much hotter this way.

His cock twitches against his belly, and he strokes your cheek with his free hand. He murmurs, “You good?”

You nod stupidly at him even as drool dribbles down your chin and your mascara runs onto your cheeks. There’s nothing to say really. You’ve never enjoyed having a dick down your throat so much. And he has effectively shut you up.

He nods and guides your head up, kisses you deeply. His eyes roll back as he tastes his precum on your tongue. So fucking good, he thinks.

He guides your pliant body to lay down on the couch, and then he settles in between your legs, his hands stroking up and down your thighs as he looks you over. God, there is so much he wants to do to you. He wants to use you but also wants to make you come undone as many times as possible.

Maybe then you’ll be more tolerable. Maybe this is what you both need, he rationalizes.

But he’s getting impatient. His cock is standing tall as he looks down at you, visibly pulsating, jerking upward now and then. And fuck, it’s making you impatient too. So much so that you whine at him, “Fuck, stop looking and just do something.”

His jaw ticks. He’s getting irritated. That’s what you think, anyway. But in reality, he’s preening on the fact you’re just as impatient as he is. It gives him an excuse to cut the foreplay and fuck you stupid.

You want him to do something? Oh, he will.

He lets out an almost mocking laugh, “Yeah? Want me to do something about it? You sure?”

You groan and roll your eyes at him, scooting your ass closer to his pelvis on the couch, his cock dripping so much precum, you have no idea how he’s not losing his mind right now. You certainly are. In fact, he’s starting to piss you off again.

Right as you’re about to talk shit, he can immediately tell. He grabs the front of your button-up and he rips it open. Doesn’t unbutton it like a normal person, but fucking rips it open, sending buttons flying on the floor of the studio. You let out a grunt, and blink at him in surprise with your mouth open.

You liked that shirt. Fuck him.

“Fucking seriously? You’re ruining my clothes now?”

Your patience is almost nonexistent at this point. You have drool and precum drying on your chin, you’re so horny it hurts, and he just ripped your shirt open like a wild fucking animal.

But him? It’s like he’s not even paying attention. His eyes are averted downward, tongue flicking over his lips. He looks almost stupid like this. What the fuck?

You look down to see what he’s gawking at, and… Oh. Oh. Kinda slipped your mind that you aren’t wearing a bra today. You were running late this morning and forgot to throw one on. Oops.

Namjoon doesn’t even look at your face at this point. His eyes are glued to your tits. He feels kind of ridiculous, getting this worked up over tits. He’s seen tits many times, it’s nothing new. But something about yours has him salivating, has his cock jerking upward.

He reaches down and starts lightly slapping the sides of your tits, watching them jiggle with a gaze full of hunger, he rasps out, “Not the only thing I’m gonna be ruining.”

One hand remains playing with your tits like they’re fucking stress balls, and Namjoon would argue that they absolutely are. The other hand reaches down and lifts your skirt, causing it to pool around your waist. He looks down a bit further, begrudgingly tearing his eyes away from your perfect tits, his other hand pushing your ruined panties to the side. He groans, nearly growls when he notices how wet you are. Fuck. He’s so close to losing control.

He dips a single finger into your sopping heat, just barely. Moves the creamy juices around before pushing his finger fully inside, squeezing your tit hard in his other hand. Your hips buck up involuntarily and your head falls back against the couch. You fucking hate yourself for the desperate noise that claws out of your throat.

Namjoon is no better, the moment he feels how wet you truly are, he lets a sound that sounds no better than the one you just let out. His breathing picks up, his heart starts beating faster, and his cock is so hard at this point that it’s actually painful. God, you are just so tight. Your pussy is clenching around his finger as if it’s trying to swallow him whole.

“N-Namjoon— please. Fuck. Please.” You beg again, don’t even care how pathetic you sound. A single fucking finger isn’t enough for how badly you want him right now. Want to be filled up and fucked hard. He’s barely moving it too. Just lightly grazing your walls, and it’s so frustrating. You just want to cum. Get it all out.

Namjoons resolve finally breaks when he sees a trickle of creamy white drip out of your pussy and onto the couch, he can’t take it anymore. He genuinely wanted to tease you, make a fucking mess of you. Make you beg and cry for him because of how much you piss him off. But not even he is strong enough to stall, he needs you. Now.

One last slap to the tit, he pulls his hand away and hastily reaches over for his wallet on the side table next to the couch. He pulls a condom out, brings the wrapper up to his mouth, and tears it open. And fuck, that’s so sexy. Your pussy clenches his finger again at the sight, and then he jerks it out of your pussy with a grunt.

You whine at him, almost feeling offended. But Namjoon knows damn well he’s going a little crazy because he just got jealous. Jealous of his own fucking finger. Should be his cock, not his finger. What the fuck are you doing to him?

He doesn’t warn you before he stuffs the same finger, accompanied by another finger, into your mouth. Nearly making you choke just like you did on his cock. Then he tosses the wrapped condom onto your bare chest, “Put it on me. Quick.”

You don’t even hesitate, you grab the condom with shakey hands and fumble it out of the package, all while sucking his fingers clean of your own juices. It only turns you on more, tasting yourself on his skin.

You reach for his cock, grab it with one shaky hand and his hips buck into it a bit. He lets out a little hiss through his teeth because of how sensitive it is, neglected for too long. That’s how it feels, anyway.

You roll the condom onto his cock snuggly and then look up at him expectantly with a desperate but wrecked look. Give him the best ‘fuck me’ eyes you can muster up. He keeps his fingers in your mouth. Doesn’t even move. Again, drawing it out. Attempting to, anyway.

You whine against his fingers, and would probably be begging him if you could talk. But Namjoon can’t take it anymore, lucky for you. He moves his hips forward and uses his free hand to position his cock at your entrance.

The moment the tip is sucked into your tight hole, he snaps. Literally, he snaps his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt. You cry out even with your mouth around his fingers, sounding muffled and wet. Your back arched obscenely because fuck you didn’t expect him to just go in like that.

You’re not complaining though, fuck no.

His head falls back like yours, and he stays like that for a moment, his teeth grit and eyes clenched shut. He removes his fingers from your mouth and grabs your face with one hand, smooshing your cheeks, the other hand coming back up to your tit and squeezing it harshly, as if he just can’t help himself. Squeezing so hard that it kinda hurts. But fuck, it feels so good. You’re starting to realize maybe you have a thing for shit like this.

Doesn’t help when you feel his cock twitching inside of you. It’s just enough stimulation to make your pussy start throbbing around him.

It’s pathetic how close you already are. But god, it feels like he edged you for hours. Even though he barely did anything. You guess you just kinda forgot what actual dick felt like compared to your fingers or a toy.

He starts moving his hips slowly, trying to be patient while your pussy adjusts to his size. But your patience left the moment he entered you.

“Fuck. Go faster, please.”

Your voice sounds high-pitched and a bit loud which you don’t even realize. You can’t control it. He clicks his tongue at this, gives your face a little shake as he says, “Thought I told you to shut the fuck up? Unless you want all of your coworkers to know you’re letting your boss fuck the shit out of you like a whore? That what you want?”

He pulls back out and then slams in again. You let out another cry, body jolting at the force. And he starts just pounding into you.

You asked for this.

How the fuck are you supposed to be quiet when he goes from 0 to 100 like that? Holy fuck.

“Oh, so you do? You want them all to know I’m making you my slut after humiliating you for your shitty writing? C’mon, speak up. Can’t hear you. Use your fucking words.”

All while snapping his hips harshly into yours, out one moment, deep inside the next. You can barely take it. You swear you can feel him in your fucking stomach. Hardly even register his degrading words because you can’t think, can’t speak, can’t even control the loud noises coming out of your mouth, although you desperately try.

Tears prickle your eyes, not because it hurts but because you’re overwhelmed. He’s so hard to figure out. Acting like he’s gonna tease you one moment, and then fucking you like he’s trying to split you in half the next.

He lets out a grunt at your lack of response and ends up squishing your cheeks harder, forcing your mouth open. He leans down slightly and fucking spits in your mouth and then stuffs his fingers back in your mouth, “Actually, just shut the fuck up. Keep your mouth busy and shut the fuck— ah, fuck— the fuck up.”

Fucking disgusting. Fucking hot.

The way his words falter and he loses train of thought for a second makes your pussy clench deliciously around him. Because it’s confirmation that he is just as affected as you are. Just as fucked up right now.

You both look a mess. Your shirt is torn open, your skirt all crooked and pushed up to your waist, and your panties aren’t even fully off. His shirt is still damp with spit, his pants only halfway pulled down and now there’s a creamy white stain on the front of them from your juices dripping down his dick.

It’s heaven, honestly. Or maybe hell. You aren’t sure. But it feels so fucking good.

His hips piston into your cunt hard and fast, and you do your best to focus on sucking his fingers, but the pressure is building fast. You can feel your pussy start to flutter, your clit throbbing, begging to be paid attention to. He can feel it too, it’s making him go crazy because of how responsive you are.

He slams home one more time before staying there, swiveling his hips in a circle so that his pelvis brushes against your clit each time, giving it the minimal amount of attention that has you nearly seeing stars, almost there, but not quite.

“Need more?” He pants out.

You nod your head quickly, his fingers covered in your saliva at this point. Dripping in the essence of you just like his cock. He nods back, removes his other hand from your hip, and settles it at the bottom of your belly, pushing down and placing his thumb over your clit. He starts flicking it fast and starts fucking into you again, picking up the pace so that the room fills with wet squelching noises and skin slapping.

The way he’s pushing onto your tummy while rubbing your clit, Jesus fuck… it’s intense. Makes it feel like he is inside of your stomach. So fucking deep.

Yup. That does it. The stagnant pressure starts building rapidly, he can feel it too. Your pussy starts tightening and fluttering beautifully around his girth. You’re making the prettiest noises, still quiet thanks to his fingers stuffed in your mouth but he can hear you the perfect amount.

God, it’s so perfect, he thinks.

You, you’re not thinking at all. He really is fucking you stupid. Your eyes are continuously rolling back and your hips buck into his thrusts desperately, quickly approaching your climax.

He flicks your clit back and forth, fast but precisely, “C’mon baby, give it to me. Fucking cum all over me. Make a mess. Ungh— god you’re such a fucking slut.”

And that sends you. Out of everything, something about Namjoon calling you a slut just fucking does it for you. You let out a muffled moan, that would be a scream most likely if his fingers weren’t sheathed into your mouth. Your legs tremble and your body shudders through the force of your orgasm.

Your pussy throbs violently, walls rippling around his cock as you finally see those stars. It feels fucking amazing, makes tears fall down your cheek. You can barely breathe because of the force of how fucking good it feels to cum on his cock.

This is his end too. He simply can’t hold back when he feels the vice grip of your pussy desperately trying to keep his cock in place, the rippling of your walls nearly feels like vibrations. He lets out another groan, but it almost comes out like a whine. Very subtly. His face is scrunched up and his mouth open as his hips stutter, his cock spilling and filling up the condom.

It goes on and on. Neither of you thinking about how much you hate each other, only thinking about how good it feels to be together like this. He swears he’s never had sex better than this. You feel the same.

The reality of it all is hate sex is unmatched. Especially when tensions build for so long and you both act as if you can’t stand each other… who knew a fuck could’ve helped with that?

At the last twitch of his cock, when your pussy becomes overstimulated and sore, he collapses on top of you. Both of you panting harshly, catching your breaths as your hearts beat in unison.

He removes his spit-covered fingers from your mouth, and he places lazy little kisses on your skin. He isn’t even sure where, too fucked out to pay attention, just anywhere he can reach while he rests on top of you. It’s an oddly tender gesture. A little sweet, even.

It’s silent for a few minutes. And you both start to realize what you’ve done. You just fucked your technical boss… he just fucked one of his co-writers.

Definitely shouldn’t have happened.

He can’t find himself regretting it though. He feels so light, that he could almost smile. As much of an excuse as it was at first, it genuinely helped with the tension. He’s not quite as irritated with you. Does he like you now? Fuck no.

But the more post-nut clarity comes to fruition… the more he thinks he can tolerate you. Maybe even work with you, compromise with you.

You on the other hand… you don’t know how to feel. You don’t regret it, because fuck, it did help with the tension. You feel lighter too. Not as sensitive. Not as hateful.

Maybe it was for the best. It’s not like anyone has to know, anyway. It’s like couples counseling sort of… except you’re definitely not a couple, and you both still cannot stand each other.

But you can tolerate each other now that most of the tension is gone for the time being.

“You good?”

He tears you away from your thoughts, and you look up at him with bleary eyes. It makes you feel sort of warm and fuzzy inside knowing despite his dislike for you, he’s still checking to make sure he didn’t cross any lines.

Well, he crossed several lines. But, you aren’t complaining. You’re glad he did. Glad he reduced you to this.

“I’m fucking great.”

That earns you a little chuckle. He sighs a breath of relief, was worried he went a bit too hard or did too much, especially since you didn’t set any boundaries beforehand. But you took what he gave you and you took it like a fucking champ, he thinks.

He reluctantly gets off of you because now that you’re both a bit more clear-headed, the couch feels a little too small, and he doesn’t wanna crush you.

His softening cock is still inside of you, so he braces a hand on the couch and slowly pulls out, both of you hissing at the feeling. He watches in awe as your juices flow freely out of you. God, what a pretty pussy, he thinks.

He dips a finger back into your heat, causing you to let out a little noise of surprise. But he removes it quickly, brings his finger up to his mouth and sucks it clean.

“Mmm. Yummy.” He says, wiggling his brows.

Ugh.

He pats your thigh before getting off of the couch, taking the condom off, and tying it up to chuck it in the trash. He stuffs his soft and sensitive cock back into his underwear and pulls up his pants, feeling utterly satiated now. Bubbly and light, even though he won’t show it. He makes his way to the little fridge in his studio and he grabs two bottles of water, tosses you one which you barely catch.

You gulp down the water gratefully, parched considering he stole most of your fucking spit. Asshole.

He begins walking into the bathroom attached to his studio as he says, “C’mon let’s go get cleaned up. Then we can look at those lyrics again and see if it still sounds like kids bop now that I’ve fucked you stupid.”

At your immediate glare, he lets out a laugh, and shrugs innocently, “What? Pussy is magic, can change a man’s mind about a lot of things. Now hurry up, you’re a fucking mess.”

And with that, he’s stepping into the bathroom.

Yeah. Fuck him. Still insufferable.

But god, you really do hope to fuck him again.

Beautiful beautiful beautiful!! You’re such an amazing writer!

Yours Truly | jjk

↠ pairing: popular jungkook x tsundere f reader

↠ au(s): college au, classmates to lovers

↠ rating: 15+

↠ word count: 17.7k

↠ warnings: fluff, angst, two worlds collided, jungkook is pretty sweet in this one even though he's popular, oc is shy and doesn't know how to interact with people (usually keeps to herself), racer au, oc is a car girl but on the lows, people make fun of her but our girl stays unbothered, she's really smart too, jungkook on a motorcycle

The sound of leather being assaulted takes over the quietness of the room. Jungkook’s hands are covered with heavy-weight gloves as he grunts through his punches, he listens to his coach guiding him through different sets. He allows his body to take control of the strength of his fists as he lands hits on the bag. Loud grunts are released through his mouth as he tries to manage his breathing.

“One more Jeon, let’s go!” 

Jungkook swiftly finishes the last few punches on the bag with full force, feeling his confidence sore with the sounds of encouragement from his coach. He hears the timer go off, allowing himself to stop and step back to catch his breath. 

He looks up to the sight of his coach approaching him with a smile. “Great work, man! You’re training so well, I can probably set a match within the next few weeks if you’re up for it.” Jin tells him. Jungkook breaks out into a grin.

“Hell yeah, I’m so down” He replies. Jin pats him on the back, telling him to take a rest while he makes a few calls. 

It’s currently 11:00 P.M. The gym closed a few hours ago, but his good friend Kim Seokjin has made an exception to train him after hours after seeing him work through some boxing routines on his own. 

He was told that: “He has so much potential” and would love to train him to compete. Of course, his only condition is that it didn’t get in the way of his school. He’s currently on a break after the volleyball season recently ended, so he’s got a lot of free time.

But he promised his mom he'd prioritize school first. Jin luckily was very understanding, so for the last month and a half, he has been going through some hardcore training, Jin wanting to see how far he can go.

Not to toot his own horn but it turns out he’s a beast that can take whatever is given to him.

After he’s managed to cool down. He looks towards the digital clock on the wall, blaring bright large red numbers. He silently curses, noticing that it’s almost midnight. He gets up to gather his things, deciding not to shower since he’ll just do that at his dorm before passing out. 

He walks towards his friend's office, the man typing away on his laptop. He softly knocks on the door, catching his friend’s attention. 

“Jin Hyung, I’ll head out first. It’s almost midnight and I know my roommate will kill my ass if I make too much noise past 1:00 A.M.” He tells him. Jin just nods his head and bids the boy a goodnight. 

He quickly makes his way out of the boxing gym. He grabs his phone from his pocket to see a missed text from Jimin. 

Jimin: Yo hurry up, Yoongi Hyung is already asleep 

Me: Awe is poor Jiminie scared he’ll wake up 

Jimin: … Yes. He’s scary when he’s tired, hurry before we all die

Hobi Hyung: LOL relax, he doesn’t have class tomorrow so it doesn’t matter

Jimin: Yes it does, come home plz

Jungkook snorts out a laugh at his best friend’s text. Yoongi and Hoseok were a year older than them and took them in when they were both looking for places to rent near campus. Hobi was the one who kept the apartment clean and made the energy of the room brighter whenever he walked in. Yoongi was pretty chill, and made great food so they were all well fed, but he doesn’t fuck around when it comes to sleep.

Let’s just say, when Jimin brought home one of his sexcapades and made too much noise that even woke him up when his room is across the hall from the two of them…He can probably imagine how pissed Yoongi was that night. 

It makes sense, he kicked Jimin out for two days until he learned his lesson. Safe to say, if any of them decide to have one-night stands, they never bring them back to their apartment unless Yoongi isn’t there. 

Which is never.

Jungkook placed his gym bag into the trunk before getting into his car. He texts Jimin that he’s on his way home so the man can relax before heading off. The roads were pretty empty. It was a Tuesday night, so people were most likely at home trying to get through the week. 

Stopping at  a red light, he was quietly jamming to the music in his car when suddenly a roar of a loud engine breezed past him. He watches in the distance as a nice black and pink race car surges far ahead, the bright lights of their leds shining on the ground. 

“What the fuck–” He murmured when suddenly, three more cars go past him. The lights haven't even turned green, but it seems like these cars are too busy racing to care.

He moves forward as the light changes, driving down the road to see if he can catch up to them. He stops on the side of a bridge and gets out of his car to see into the distance. He makes out the three cars struggling to keep up with the black car from earlier.

“Oh wow” He says, as he sees the car turn to a halt with a giant crowd cheering in the distance. 

They won.

The other three cars arrive a few seconds later. Jungkook leans his arms on the ledge of the bridge and sees the drivers step out of their vehicles with annoyed looks on their faces, clearly irritated over the loss. He looked to the side to see the winner opening the door, but he couldn’t make out the driver's face from the large crowd. 

He was ready to make his way down there when the sound of sirens started to take over the air. He watched as everyone quickly scrambled to make get into their cars, trying to leave before the police caught them. 

He watches as the black car is one of the first to leave while the others quickly trail behind them. He silently observes for a few minutes, seeing the cars turn into little specks into the distance before he heads back to his car.

Settling into the driver's seat, he only sighs. Street racing, what a weird thing to do. But oddly enough, intrigues him. He chuckles to himself before starting the engine and continues his journey back home. 

“What took you so long?” He hears Jimin ask the second he enters their shared apartment. Jungkook only glances at his friend with a soft smile before making his way to his room.

“Nowhere, traffic was just really bad” He says over his shoulder before shutting the door. 

“Hey, Kook, can I use your car today?” Jimin asks.

Jungkook looks up from his phone as he munches on his breakfast. He just threw together a bunch of left overs and created his own bibimbap. He sees his friend walk over and shove a spoonful into his mouth, much to his displeasure. 

“Yah! Hyung I was eating that!” He whines. He watches Jimin snicker as he makes his way over to the door. 

“So can I?”

Jungkook only rolls his eyes before throwing the keys to his friend. “What for?”

“I got a date today” He replies, catching the keys in the process. He slips on his shoes and turns around to head out. 

Raising a brow at his friend in wonder, he only shrugs in response. Jimin is a notorious fuckboy, so either this is a booty call that he’s considering a date or he’s genuinely into this girl. He’s probably going for the former. 

 “Don’t crash it, fuckface”

Jimin gives him a smirk before leaving the apartment. Jungkook was just finishing up when Yoongi emerged from his room with squinted eyes and bed hair. Jungkook was nearing the last few bites but got distracted from the video on his phone when Yoongi grabbed his bowl.

He couldn't even do anything but stare at his poor bibimbap with wide eyes and a pout as Yoongi finished the rest. 

He sighs as Yoongi also takes a long sip of his banana milk before standing up from his chair. “Whaaa thanks Jungkook-ah” He tells him with a pat on his shoulder. Jungkook only pouts before grabbing the dishes and placing them into the sink. 

Yoongi can clean this shit. 

He thinks bitterly before throwing on his leather jacket. “Hyung, I’m going now!” He yells out. He only hears a grunt in acknowledgement before placing his bag over his shoulder and quickly grabbing his helmet, before making his way out as well.

He takes the elevator down to the parking garage and sees the only motorcycle in the building. He bought his car in high school when he was too lazy to wake up early and take public transportation, and let’s just say it was his first car and not in the greatest condition. Instead of buying a new one, he decided to buy a Harley Davidson. It was his pride and joy. The sleek black design with the harley logo on it. It drained his bank account, but hell it was worth it.

He hopped on the motorcycle and quickly drove out of the parking garage and onto the road to head to school.

Seoul National University.

Jungkook wasn’t planning on going back to school after he graduated high school. He was planning on just finding a job to rack up some bills, but his mom kept pestering him to at least finish his undergrad. So here he is, taking a major he’s barely even interested in, but ironically doing quite well. 

If he has a choice to do anything, it would probably go into arts. But after putting his mother through all the heart attacks with the tattoos, piercings and the motorcycle…The least he could do is put his smarts into good use and take up an engineering course.

But it doesn’t mean he has to like it. 

He just has to go through the next few years and then he’ll finally be free to do whatever he wants. 

As Jungkook enters the gates into the school parking lot, he sees in his peripheral vision the amount of people who stare at him as he breezes past them. 

When he first started off in school, he lived in praise. It was quite the difference coming out of high school as basically a nobody, to having everyone all on him. I mean, back then he was just a scrawny kid who exceeded in basically everything he put his mind to. And that didn’t really change, he just gained some confidence in himself.

Changing his appearance, and hitting the gym. Before you knew it, he was jacked and had a whole line up of girls without noticing. 

He didn’t really believe his friends when they told him he was a total heartthrob until he went to parties and there were a bunch of females and males alike trying to get his attention. And being the hormonal, fresh out of high school self, he encouraged it. 

But it’s been two years of it and let’s just say it’s getting old. 

He goes into his usual parking spot and hops off the bike with ease. Removing his helmet, he hears a bunch of squeals around him as the girls around campus watch as he shakes his hair out to free his head from the tightness of the helmet. 

Trying to hold back an eye roll, he places his helmet on his bike and locks his motorcycle. Before he could even take a step towards the building, he feels an arm wrap around his shoulder to look up and see Namjoon smiling down at him.

“Look who’s here! Mr. Popular has officially arrived.” Jungkook finally let out his eye roll as he shrugged off his friend's arm. Namjoon only laughs at the younger's obvious annoyance as they both walk into campus. 

Jungkook glances over to see a familiar figure of a girl wearing black cargo pants and an oversized white graphic tee. Her black hair is covered with a baseball hat. She’s speed walking her way into the building through another door, obviously trying to make it to her lecture on time. Jungkook softly smiles to himself at the sight of her. Cute. He thinks.

“Wanna go grab some coffee?” The voice of his friend breaks him out of his thoughts. Jungkook looks back towards his friend and shakes his head. “Ah I wish I could, but I have class in a few minutes” He tells him. 

Namjoon only nods his head before encouraging Jungkook to head to class. 

Said man makes his way over to the third floor. Just as he was about to enter the door, a figure stops him in his tracks, completely blocking off his path.

He tries not to let out an annoyed sigh at the sight of the familiar blonde hair and the overly bright pastel outfits that barely cover her body. “Hey Jungkookie” She says in a high pitched voice. Jungkook had to stop to the urge to cover his ears as she spoke in such high volume, but he was raised well. Too well for his liking sometimes. 

“Hey Jiyoo” He tries to be polite. 

“Why didn’t you come to the party last night?” She says with an exaggerated pout in her voice. “I wanted to see you” 

Jungkook only scratches his head in an awkward manner. To be honest, he was at the party, he just dodged the hell out of her whenever she even came in his line of sight. And it seemed to work because it seemed like she didn’t know he was there.

“Ah sorry, I was busy with school work” He lies. 

“Awe, you could’ve let me join you. I would’ve kept you company” She flirts, tracing his tattooed arm. Jungkook was starting to get antsy, he saw his professor walk in just now and was ready to bolt into class, but before he could even utter another word someone else came in to do it for him.

“Uh sorry to interrupt, but can you guys take this somewhere else? You’re blocking the door” He hears your beautiful voice say. Both his and Jiyoo’s heads whip towards you, who’s patiently waiting for them to finish but clearly you are at your wits end and want to get to class already. 

“Uh, do you see we’re busy talking—”

“No, she’s right Jiyoo. I’ll see you another time, our class is about to start” He interrupts. He noticed that a lot of the girls here often talk down to you, maybe because you dress differently than other girls here or maybe because you’re not as well off as them. But you’re probably one of the most laid back and indifferent people he’s ever met. 

The blank look in your eyes at her disgusted look shows exactly that.

Jiyoo turns back towards him, “Fine, but promise we’ll see each other later” she tries again. He sees you huff out a breath, clearly done with this whole interaction. He’s on the same boat. 

“Yeah, uh sure.” He lies again, but she doesn’t have to know that. Jiyoo gives him a dazzling smile before leaving. Or at least that's what she tries, if anything she looks like a Cheshire cat, but he won’t tell her that. 

Jiyoo glares at you, but you don’t even glance her way. You also don’t pay him any mind as you slip past him after she walks away and into the lecture hall. You go to your usual seat, which is actually beside him because your professor thought it would be easy to remember everyone if they sit in alphabetical order. 

Which is strange because there are around 100 people in this lecture, but who is he to judge? 

He watches as you grab your laptop to open a new note as he quietly sits beside you.

You and Jungkook only share this one class, which is his elective but your actual major. Photography. He was always into the arts and photography seemed like an easy thing to do on the side of his engineering degree. Of course, it’s not the same as the regular visual studies but he’s still interested in it.

The professor begins to talk and Jungkook starts to tune him out. Usually he would be able to listen in, but the whole Jiyoo incident and you seeing all of that puts him on edge. He knows he has a reputation, but it doesn’t really reveal who he truly is. He usually doesn’t care what others think of him, but when it comes to you, he can’t bear the thought of you seeing him in any negative way.

“Hey uh–” He whispers. You glance over at him at the sound of his voice. You raise a brow in wonder. 

Your face had a soft look. Whenever he came across you, there was never any hatred hidden beneath your stare. If anything, you just didn’t look like you cared.

You were often alone, even in between classes. He would catch you by yourself in the library, with your headphones on and typing away on your laptop. At lunch, you would sit alone in the dining hall without a care in the world as you scrolled on your phone. 

You never seemed to look for any friends. And didn’t really care to look for them. Obviously preferring your own company over anyone else's. 

But, you were kind. You weren’t rude, or even showed any kind of disrespect. You always smiled whenever a teacher spoke to you, and even helped new students when they asked for your help to find a class.

But when it came to him. That smile never appeared when he was around. 

And of course he would never admit it, but it made his heart sink. 

So, as he looked at your indifferent but kind stare, he couldn’t help but feel awkward. “Uh–, I’m sorry about earlier. You know, Jiyoo…” He starts. You nod your head in understanding.

“Yeah, you seemed uncomfortable…” You reply. He grimaces, he didn’t want you to notice that. You glance at his face, taking a note of his tense posture after you said that.

“Don’t worry, it wasn’t obvious. I mean clearly, if she didn’t get the hint. I just observe really well.” 

Jungkook only chuckles before the two of you put your attention back to the front. What is wrong with him, he could barely make out any words, you were doing most of the talking! 

Damn, either you did some kind of sorcery on him to make him lack his usual charm or you were just so pretty, he just didn’t know what else to say.

Yeah, it was probably the sorcery…Right? 

“Now your recent assignments were all well done. I like how all of you put your own twist into it. But there was one that stuck out to me like a sore thumb.” His professor says. Jungkook sinks down into his seat at the sight of his pictures on the powerpoint slide. 

“Jeon Jungkook” He points out. He sees people around him glance over to his seat, making him feel even more awkward than he already did. 

“The only person in this room who showed a different type of photographic artistry, you guys can learn a thing or two from him.” Professor Hwang says. Jungkook sees some guys glare in his direction as the girls in his class stare at him in admiration.

What a morning.

You on the other hand look at him with a blank look, the only thing that gives away anything was your raised brow. You give him a smirk before looking back towards your laptop. That’s the closest he’ll ever get to some kind of praise from you.

“And Jang Y/N, you as well. You come a close second.” The professor sasy. Jungkook looks at you with a small smirk, while you only roll your eyes, trying hard to keep your emotions at bay. You don’t like attention, it makes you uncomfortable. 

But the sight of Jungkook’s proud looking expression does make your heart jump a beat or two.

Not long after, the lecture went on for the rest of the class without some random interruptions, but the constant giggles around him made him feel a little irritated because he knew they were looking at him. Suddenly, class was nearing its end.

“Before you guys go, the names for your upcoming assignment are in pairs.” Professor Hwang says, people around your class are already starting to speak amongst one another but he shut it down before it could get chaotic.

“Ah hold on a minute, before you all go wild, I already picked your partners and will be up on the screen in just a moment. Now get to know your partners and then be on your merry way. The assignment isn’t due until next month, so you have time to discuss what you’ll be doing.” He finishes off. People started to pack up their things as Professor Hwang went back over to his computer to bring up the file on his desktop. 

You were already putting your things away, ready to head out when the bright white screen showing the names of the pairs lit up the room just as you got up from your chair. You hear your classmates screeching at the sight of their names beside their friends or the sound of grunts when they get someone they don’t like. 

You scanned the screen for your name, only for your breath to catch at the sight of the familiar name beside yours.

Jang Y/N 

And 

Jeon Jungkook

“Well, it looks like we’re partners.” You hear a voice say from behind you. You felt a shiver go down your spine at the sound of his deep voice. Without sparing him a glance, you grab your bag and head out of the lecture hall, leaving him in the dust.

Jungkook tried looking everywhere for you, but you were nowhere to be found. It was like after class, you dropped off the face of the earth. He felt excited to see your name beside his. It was his chance to get to know you better, and of course get to spend some time with you. 

He was about to ask for your number when suddenly, you fled before he could even say another word. 

And there he was, spending his hours between classes looking for you, only to chase dust when the girl from the library he often sees you talking to says you leave early on Fridays. So with his tail in between his legs, he made his way to his last class of the day.

A few hours later. He lets out a grunt as he hits the punching bag. After his classes were done, he decided to hit a workout since today was his day off from work. Since he has a fight in a week, he wanted to make sure he was in top shape for the match.

“Yes, one more man, let's go!” Jin says. He lets out a few more grunts as he goes through his final set before the bell goes off and he slumps onto the floor. He’s been going at it for the last three hours nonstop, so safe to say, he’s beat. 

“Damn Jeon, your opponent will be scared the second you enter the ring” Jin jokingly says, but there was a slight hint of seriousness in his voice. Jungkook has improved a lot over the last year. And the fact that he did in such a short amount of time is frightening. 

“Ah, I’m gone” Jungkook says, pouring some water over his head.

“Ah wait wait! I just mopped the floors” Jin whines. Jungkook only smiles and shrugs his shoulders before making his way into the locker room to shower. 

“You’re so annoying!” He hears. He snickers to himself.

“Love you too, Hyung!”

Jungkook was fresh out of the shower, shaking his hair. He wore his black muscle tee, with baggy jeans and his combat boots. His hair was still damp, making his black hair stick to the sides of his face. 

“Wanna go get something to eat?” Jungkook asks his friend/coach. Jin pretends to ponder for a moment before giving him a wide smile.

“Call, let’s go” Jungkook only rolls his eyes with a smirk before grabbing his gym bag and making his way to his motorcycle. 

Jin said he was gonna just meet him at their favourite barbecue restaurant because he says

“I’m not going on that death contraption”. So, here he is, driving to the restaurant on his bike.

He was at a redlight with Jin just close behind him when all he sees is you stepping out of the bus. He watches as you sling your bag over your shoulder and walk towards a small neighbourhood not far from the stop. 

“So, this is where she lives…” He thinks to himself. Suddenly, the sound of a car horn goes off and he turns around to see Jin pestering him to move as the light just changed. Jungkook rolls his eyes before driving off.

Jin offered to pay for the meal while the two of them caught up. “So what’s new? Who was that girl?” He asks him. Jungkook’s ears burn at the sudden question. 

“Uh she’s just a girl in my class” He says. Jin only nods, unconvinced but didn’t want to pressure him into spilling. 

“Ah well, she’s pretty” He tells him. Jungkook chokes on his water, ears turning red in the process. 

“Yeah, I guess…” 

Jin only smiles at his friend’s awkwardness, so much for that bad boy persona that he tries to have. “Well Jungkook-ah, better snatch her before anyone else does. Nobody leaves a girl like that untouched” He tells him. Jungkook glares at him but keeps his words to himself. 

Before he could even reply, his phone suddenly went off. He glances down at the caller ID and see’s Jimin’s name on the screen. “Fuck” He says, knowing exactly why he would be calling him. 

“Who’s that?” Jin asks mid bite, a noodle hanging from his mouth.

“Jimin Hyung, what did you do now?” Jungkook says, the phone pressed up against his cheek. 

“Okay I know how it seems like, but I promise I didn’t crash your car” His friend says. Jungkook pinches his nose between his fingers in annoyance. 

“Okay then what happened, you wouldn't be calling me if something didn’t happen '' He tells him. It was silent for a few seconds making Jungkook more irritated.

“Hyung!” 

“Nothing happened! Well something did…I was driving home after my date and then your car started making this weird rumbling noise and then now I’m on the side of the road with nobody to help me and your car won’t start.”

Jungkook let out an irritated sigh. “Alright, send me your location, I'm on my way.” He says. Jungkook has no choice, Yoongi is most likely asleep right now since it’s basically reaching midnight and neither of them would want to feel his wrath, so he’s the better choice. 

“Want me to come with you?” Jin asks, as Jungkook starts to get up and leave. He shakes his head.

“Nah I got it, you already did a lot for me today.” He tells him. Jin only replies before digging back in, clearly not ready to leave just yet. Jungkook waves his friend goodbye before heading towards his motorcycle. 

Goddamn, he really needs to get rid of that car.

Jungkook made it to Jimin quite fast since he wasn’t that far from where he was. He looked at his car, with a hood that was smoking as he pulled up behind Jimin. Said man was looking at the engine while Jungkook walked up beside him. 

Jimin glanced up in acknowledgement before looking back down at the smoking engine. “Ugh, it’s gonna be hell to get this fixed.” Jungkook says. Jimin only nods in agreement. They both stare at the broken car before Jimin suddenly jumps up, startling Jungkook in the process.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He asks. Jimin reaches into his pocket to take out his phone, completely ignoring Jungkook.

“Hey Tae! You know your cousin, the one who fixes cars? Yeah, Jungkook’s engine kind of blew so now I’m stranded on the side of the road. So, we need this fixed asap.” He says into the receiver. Jungkook leans on the side of the car with a sigh as Jimin does his thing.

Whatever, he’s the one who’s paying it anyways. 

Not long after Jimin comes up beside him with a smile on his face. “Tae’s uncle is gonna bring a tow truck here, so he’ll bring it to his shop and said he can fix it tomorrow. You just gotta be there at the shop in the morning so you know the details.” He says. Jungkook lets out a sigh but nods his head in agreement. There’s not much he can do anyways, he doesn't have an on-call tow company because that’s unnecessary money, so he’ll have to make do with this.

He’ll just go before he goes to work tomorrow since it’s luckily his day off from classes.

“Alright, but you’re waiting here for him.” Jungkook replies, making his way over to his motorcycle. Jimin whips around in surprise. “Wait, what about me? How am I gonna get home?” He asks, panicked.

Jungkook only shrugs his shoulders. He knew something like this would happen, it’s like an ongoing trend with Jimin. Once he lent his iPad to him and it shattered. Another time, he gave him his mother’s christmas present to give to her when he went home to Busan since he wasn’t able to go due to work. 

And what do you know, he lost it. The list goes on.

He usually gives him the benefit of the doubt but now he knows not to trust him with his shit ever again.

“Call an uber or something” He says before driving off. Jimin only flips him off as he watches his younger friend drive into the distance…

But yeah, he deserves that. He shouldn't have tried racing with his old beat up car when some random guy tried to overtake him on the road.

But Jungkook doesn’t need to know that.

“You know you’re dick for not coming here with me.” Jungkook says grumpily as he walks into the mechanic shop. He saw his car on a tow truck just outside as he entered the parking space.

“Ah, sorry man but I really needed to pass this midterm” His friend says through the phone, Jungkook only grumbles in response before a familiar face comes from the back.

“Jimin Hyung, I’ll call you back, Taehyung hyung is here.” He tells him before hanging up without another word. His friends give him a boxy smile before patting him on the back. 

“So, your poor beat up Honda finally gave up on you, huh?” He says teasingly. Jungkook rolls his eyes before glancing out the window at the sight of his car, sadly sitting on top of the tow truck.

“Alright, let’s get this over with.” He says. Taehyung only giggles in response before another face joins the room. 

“Taehyung-ah, can you help me lift the spoiler onto the car?” He hears a grim voice say. Jungkook looks at the sight of an older man, probably in his late 40’s, coming out of the back. 

“Oh, who’s this?” He asks Taehyung. Jungkook politely bows to the man as Taehyung wraps an arm around him.

“Uncle Hoon, this is my good buddy, Jeon Jungkook” He says. The man nods in understanding before extending a hand towards him which Jungkook gladly accepts. 

“Ah you’re the boy with the Honda with a bursted engine?” He asks. Jungkook only nods sheepishly before the man pats him on the back. 

“Ah don’t worry, boy. I got this all figured out, for a good price too” He says before guiding him by the shoulder towards the garage, Taehyung following closely behind them. 

“So, I ordered a new engine for you already which, by the way, was already due for a new one. Because of how old your car is, it’s not surprising that it bursted the way it did. Has the check engine light turned on while you were driving?” He asked. Jungkook shook his head, never noticing it happening.

“Ah, don’t worry. It probably happened from an overextension while using it. Probably going too fast, causing it to heat up drastically.” He tells him. Jungkook and Taehyung looked at each other, piecing together the missing pieces.

“Park fucking Jimin” Jungkook mumbles. 

“So, I won’t be the one working on your car. I have to head to Busan to help Taehyung’s father, but not to worry you’re in good hands.” He tells him. As they were walking to the opposite side of the garage, Jungkook catches sight of the familiar outline of the black and pink car he saw a few days ago.

“Is that…?” 

“My daughter is great at this, probably knows about cars better than I do.”

He says, walking towards a part of the garage. He sees the tow truck backing into the garage, his car slowly coming towards them. He sees it slowly lower the car onto the ground before your small figure hops out of the truck with ease.

Jungkook stares agape at the sight of you wearing a cropped black tank top and your key cargo pants. Your hair is tied up loosely in a claw clip, keeping it out of your face as you walk towards them.

You raise a brow at him in acknowledgement before you look at your dad. 

“New customer?” You ask him. Your dad nods in response. 

“All yours, hun”

You only hum in response as your dad pats your head and leaves the two of you alone. Taehyung follows your father closely behind the older man as he goes on to help him with the spoiler he was talking about earlier.

“So, this piece of crap is yours?” You ask, without sparing him a glance. You walk around the car and open up the hood. 

“Uh yeah” He says a little breathlessly. He couldn’t help but admire your slim waist as you stretched out to look at the engine. Your skin was glowing in the sunlight as you observed the inner workings of his vehicle. 

He didn’t even notice you were speaking to him. But the spell was broken at the sound of the hood slamming hard, breaking him out of his trance. 

“Is that okay with you?” You ask him. Jungkook did not hear a word you say.

“Yeah, of course.” He replies, not knowing what just happened. You give him an amused look before walking towards him.

“You know, Jungkook-ssi, you should really pay attention to your surroundings.” You softly tell him, standing so close he could basically count your eyelashes. You glance down with a smirk.

“You might want to hide that, you got a chub on” You tell him. His eyes widen in surprise while you snicker as you walk away from him. 

He looks down and sees an obvious tent in his pants.

Fuck

Jungkook was on the sidelines watching as you worked on his car. Taehyung was keeping him company as he silently waited. 

“Why are you still here, it’s gonna take a while you know?” His friend asks. Jungkook glanced at him before putting his attention back towards you, who is currently underneath his car. 

“Got a hard on for my cousin?” 

Jungkook’s eyes widened before looking down at his pants. Not again. But the coast was clear and all he heard was his friend laughing heartily in the background. He lightly punches his friend in the arm, making the man groan overdramatically.

“God, we know you’re a boxer but ease up” He teases. Jungkook groans before burying his face in his hands. Looks like he’s the ultimate punching bag for everyone's teasing today. 

“Nah but for real, are you really into Y/N?”

Jungkook lets out a sigh. “Is it that obvious?” 

Taehyung nods. “You’re usually more collected than that, and even her dad noticed you got all flustered when she came. Couldn’t stop talking to me about it. Got quite annoying, you know?” 

He groans again. This is so embarrassing. 

He feels Taehyung pat him on the back. He genuinely doesn’t know what to do. It’s not like he meant to start liking you. It was just curiosity at first, and then a small crush, and now he likes you. It’s quite annoying to say the least, he’s never experienced something like this before.

He was usually more put together. Making the first move, making the girls flustered while he basked in his ever growing ego. But with you, it’s like he becomes a pile of goo. It’s quite humiliating to say the least. 

You were working on Jungkook’s car. At first you didn't know that the name of the owner of the car was indeed him, but there you were, seeing his figure standing inside your dad’s garage made your heart jump in your chest. 

He was breathtaking. You don’t mean to be cold towards him. But the sight of him always made you more nervous than you let on. And of course you’d never let him know how you really feel, so what a better way to conceal it than keeping a blank look on your face. At least he won’t know what you truly feel.

You saw him coming inside of the school grounds when you hopped off the bus that morning, the sounds of girls giggling and screaming at the sight of him annoyed you to no end. Did they have nothing better to do? 

But, you couldn't help but admire him the same way they do. It’s hard not to, he’s breathtaking. So imagine your surprise when you see Jungkook talking to the most annoying bitch on campus. But you noticed his tense posture, clearly wanting to get out of this conversation.

So you couldn’t help it but to interrupt them. You saw the relief in his eyes when you did, and couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

Jungkook is someone you are trying to figure out. People are always talking about him and how he’s so great. But you couldn’t help but notice how tiring it must be to be in his shoes. You used to study him on the sidelines, watching as everyone on campus constantly fawned over him. 

It quite annoyed you, to see him in the spotlight and obviously loving it. But as time went on, he seemed to become more secure. On his own. He constantly stayed amongst his friends, and even alone. You watched him in the library, working on his assignments with a cute pout on his face. Or even observed him as he took photos around campus. 

He was something else. Someone you wanted to learn more about.

But you were too scared to. He was different from you. He was Mr. Popular, captain of the soccer team, brilliant student and overall everyone’s favourite person. And you were…Well you. 

You got here on a scholarship, you weren’t well off and often stayed on your own. You didn’t dress like the other girls here, and often got made fun of for that.

But you didn’t care. You liked how you were.

But it didn’t mean the words didn’t sting. 

Jungkook was worlds far from you, and it was something you had to accept. So you watched him from the side lines over the last few years. You took up your art degree while he was an engineering major. 

So imagine your surprise when you walked into the first day of classes and Jungkook was there. And more importantly, sitting beside you.

Your poor heart couldn’t take it. 

But he doesn't need to know that. So as you work on his car, you couldn't help but look onto the side and see Jungkook talking to Taehyung.

You felt a small smile creep onto your face. But you quickly wiped it off when you saw the familiar shape of his combat boots walking towards you. 

“Y/N” He says. Gosh even the sound of your name coming from him makes your stomach flip.

You roll out from your trolly from underneath your car with a blank look.

“Yes, Jungkook?”

He smirks at you, holding a wrench in your hand with a dirty cloth in the other. 

“Come on, let's eat. Taehyung made some ramen” 

You didn't have to be told twice before you got up from the trolly. But you kind of miscalculated how fast you got up, causing you to slightly tumble. Before you could reach the floor, you felt strong arms wrap around your frame.

You look up to see the beautiful brown irises staring down at you. “Careful” He whispers.

You awkwardly clear your throat before stepping out of his hold. 

“Thanks…” You tell him before walking off.

He only smirks at your retreating form. 

“Yeah…Still got it” He says before following you.

“So when do you think you'll finish it by?” Taehyung asks as the three of you slurp on your bowls of ramen. You look up at their expecting gazes before silently thinking about the time frame.

“Well the order should come in within the next few days, so probably within a week?” You estimate. Jungkook nods his head.

“Is that okay with you? Don't you have a fight in a few days?” 

You whip your head at Jungkook who rubs the back of his head sheepishly. Fight? 

“Yeah, Jungkook is a boxer and has a fight next Saturday” Taehyung answers. Did you say that out loud? 

You clear your throat and look at Jungkook. “So, you're a boxer? How’s that going for you?” You ask. Jungkook looks at you in surprise, not expecting you to ask him that. To be honest, you're surprised yourself. 

“Uh it's going well. I've been training for almost a year and Jin Hyung wants to put me to the test to see if i'm good in the ring or not. So, I have my first match in a few days…” He says. You nod in understanding.

“Uh well, I can try to finish the car faster, but that means I won't be attending some classes…” You mumble to yourself, trying to work around his and your schedule. 

Jungkook widens his eyes. “No no no, don't worry, take your time. I have my motorcycle, so don't rush” He tells you. 

Nodding your head you all eat in silence as you finish your last few mouthfuls of ramen. 

“Is that yours?” Jungkook asks. You lift your head at his question, following his gaze. You see your own car, which is still not complete. You’ve been working on it for the last year and a half, and it's almost nearing your dream car. It just needs a few more tweaks.

“Uh yeah, it's been in the works for a while” You say. 

“It's the BMW M4 GT3, right?” 

You raise your brow in surprise. Not expecting him to know much about your car. 

“Didn't know you knew so much about cars?” You tell him. He chuckles awkwardly before rubbing the back of his neck.

“Uh yeah I guess” He replies. He didn't have the heart to tell you that he only knows about what kind of car you have because he got curious after seeing it race past him a few days ago. 

You raise your brow in wonder. 

“Oh yeah? I’m surprised considering the type of car you're driving” You tell him honestly. He exchanged looks with Taehyung, not knowing what you're talking about.

“Uhhh…Is that supposed to be an insult or…” Taehyung asks. You only snicker before shaking your head. 

“Wait, you guys don’t know?” You ask them, surprised. From the confused looks on their faces, that seems to answer your question. 

Getting up from your chair, you urged the two boys to follow you into the garage. 

“Jungkook’s car was a black and white 1995 Honda NSX. It is one of the best racing cars in the world.” You tell them. It looks beat up and honestly barely drivable. But the body is still in good condition. If he put in the work onto it, then people would be lining up to see this iconic car.

Jungkook looks at his car in wonder. It makes sense, people often look at his car with wide eyes but ultimately stop caring when he tells them where he got it from.

“Wait what, I literally bought it from a friend who works at a junkyard. This car was basically trashed.” He tells them. Taehyung widens his eyes while your face gleams. 

“Well that’s the best place to look” Taehyung says, knowing exactly what you're thinking. 

“For what?” 

“For parts.” You finish, a bright smile adorning your features. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Jungkook says as he stares at the giant piles of broken machinery. Taehyung drove the three of you to the junkyard he supposedly got his car from. Clearly you were very excited, making Jungkook’s heart constrict in his chest at the sight of your obvious pleasure in all of this. You step beside him with a smile on your face. 

“Ah don't we love the smell of rusting metal” You say, putting your gloves on. Taehyung joins the two of you before grinning from ear to ear.

“Come on man, this is your chance to get to know her” He whispers to him. Jungkook ponders this for a moment before letting out a sigh.

He has a point.

Suddenly you break away from them, much to their surprise. “Y/N-ah, where are you going?” Taehyung asks. You turn to them, while walking backwards.

“I see a bunch of old cars in the back, let's go see if we can find something cool!” You tell them before running off. Taehyung followed soon after, giving Jungkook a look telling him to just go with it. 

Scoffing to himself, he felt his shoulders ease up and also made his way to join you guys. 

The topic for your next assignment is perspective. No, not the usual artistic perspective, choosing different angles and areas to photograph. But the type of perspective that only you can see. 

It's your job between you and your partner to get to know each other. I want you guys to photograph each other through your own lens. How do you see them? How do they see you? 

There's a certain beauty in getting to yourself from another person's point of view. 

All I want when you hand it in is authenticity. 

In the end. Can you tell me what you see? 

Jungkook was currently at work. He is a photo editor for his friend Hoseok’s business. He’s the one that usually photographs models and even adds in his style for their portfolio. 

While he was currently editing through some of the recent photos he took, he came across a photo of you in the junkyard. He always kept his camera on him at all times, not knowing when inspiration would strike. So as you and Taehyung were scrambling around the junkyard, looking for some spare parts. He couldn't help but slip on his camera and took pictures of well… You. 

Your natural beauty shined through his lens with precision. He saw how the sun reflected off your hair in such a beautiful way, making your skin look golden and your eyes shine brighter than the stars. He saw how the heat made your cheeks tinge a slight pink tone, submitted from being in the blazing hot sun for hours.

He also saw how your left arm was basically bare of any ink except your wrist, where the obvious sign of a small tattoo adorned your soft skin. 

Safe to say, you were absolutely beautiful. 

When you looked back at him, he pretended to be taking pictures of everything else in the junkyard. But you knew, you can see the reflection of his camera lens through the windows. But of course…

You wouldn't tell him that. 

“Hey bro” He hears from behind him. He looks up to see Taehyung and Namjoon walking towards him with a smile. 

“What's up?” He asks. Hobi walks out from the back, greeting his two other friends in the process. 

“Hey Jungkook-ah, I’ll be heading home soon so feel free to leave whenever you're done” He tells him. Jungkook only nods before the three of them bid Hobi goodbye as he retreats for the night. 

“So Jungkook, what do you say we hear out somewhere tonight?” Taehyung asks. He raises a brow in wonder. 

“Dude, come on. He has a fight in like a few days. Let him rest.” Namjoon tries convincing him but Taehyung ignores him. 

“Where to?” Jungkook asks, still looking at his screen. 

“Ah well, there's this street race that I heard will be happening tonight. Only people who get the message know the location, and I of course got it.” This piqued Jungkook's interest. If what he’s saying is true, then there's a chance he might be able to see you there. 

“Plus, I'm pretty sure a certain someone will be–” Jungkook didn't even let him finish before turning off his computer and hopping up from his chair to collect his belongings. Namjoon stares at him surprised while Taehyung only laughs at his friend's adorable antics. 

“What–” Namjoon wonders. 

“Ah, young love” He says, wiping an imaginary tear. 

“Well what are you guys waiting for? Let's go!” Jungkook says, making his way out of the door.

Taehyung and Namjoon quickly catch up with him. Jungkook comes out of his office building to surprisingly see Jimin and Yoongi there, waiting as well. 

“You guys are coming along?” He asks. Yoongi only grumbles.

“They made me” He says before making his way into the passenger seat, Jimin only chuckles before heading to the drivers while the other two go into another car. 

He heads over to his bike and hops on. Following Taehyung closely behind as he led them to the car meet. 

The second they rolled into the part of the city where the meet was located. There were over hundreds of people dancing, laughing, and even some making out so much to a point where Jungkok wouldn’t even be surprised if they were in the middle of a fuck session. 

The loud bass of the music could be heard from the inside of Jimin’s car, as people cheered and had a great time. They kept driving forward and saw a large line up of cars, getting ready to race. The owners either polishing the body of their vehicles or leaning against their cars. 

Jungkook saw one of the racers sitting on his hood with a girl that looked oddly like Jiyoo in between his legs. 

“Jungkook, isn’t that Mingyu?” Jimin asks, yelling out of the window. No fucking wonder.

Kim Mingyu, him and Jungkook have been going at it since they were children. He was the captain of Hanyang Universtiy’s soccer team, SNU’s number one rival. 

They were always at each other’s throat. Jungkook came out on top while Mingyu had to suffer with the humiliation of loss. 

“The fuck is he doing here” Jungkook grumbles to himself, before leading the rest to an empty area where they can leave their cars. 

Jungkook removes his helmet and scans the area for the familiar black and pink BMW. When he came out empty, he didn’t even notice a pout on his features. Taehyung came over to him and nudged him slightly. 

“Don’t worry, she’ll be here.” 

Just as he said that, everyone in the crowd started cheering at the familiar roar of your engine. Your car was dark but it stood out amongst the multitude of bright coloured vehicles. You wasted no time and rolled into your usual area, rolling down the windows before stepping out. 

Jungkook’s mouth dropped at the sight of you. There you were, your long black hair hanging down your back. You wore a short red skirt, a black lace corset and a black leather jacket, which was striped with red and white lines along the collar bone. You wore black combat boots that added a few inches to your height, and your face had minimal amounts of makeup but enough for Jungkook to notice the difference.

You were absolutely breathtaking.

“Close your mouth before you catch flies” Yoongi says from in front of him. His eyes widened and he closed his mouth, not even noticing it was open for that long. His four friends only laughed at him, causing his ears to burn from embarrassment. 

Taehyung wasted no time and walked towards his cousin. 

“Y/N-ah!” He says, the rest of them following closely behind him. You smiled at the sight of your cousin but was surprised to see others following him.

“Hey!” You tell him, leaning in to give him a side hug. You greet his other friends and your eyes linger on Jungkook. You giggle a little when you see him, causing his eyebrow to lift in wonder.

“Something funny?” He asks.

“We’re matching” You say, cutely. Jungkook looks down and sees that indeed you are matching in a way. He’s wearing blue jeans, his usual combat boots, and his leather jacket. It has a white stripe along the same area as yours does. Ah, that's why.

“Yeah, I guess we are” He says, with a smirk.

“Look who we have here” He hears an aggravating voice from behind him. Jungkook takes a deep irritated breath before turning around to see Mingyu. Jiyoo was holding his arm with wide eyes, surprised to see Jungkook there. 

“Jungkookie!” She says, a smile breaking out. She was about to walk towards him to give him a hug when you stepped in front of him, blocking her way. Jungkook felt his lips turn up at the sight of your smaller form trying to stop her from coming to him. 

“Ay, sorry hun but racers only.” You tell her, snarkily. She snarls at you, but you could care less.

“What do you want, Mingyu?” You ask the annoying man, you once considered your friend. But after he tried to touch you in areas you didn’t want him to without your consent, you didn’t waste a time to hit him where the sun doesn’t shine.

“Awe babe, don’t be like that. I just wanted to meet my good old friend Jungkook here.” He says, with a smirk that he tries too hard to do. You raise a brow before looking at Jungkook. He looks annoyed to say the least, so you know that he doesn’t like him as much as you.

“The fuck do you want Kim?” He asks. 

Mingyu holds out his arms in mock surrender. “Like your girl said here, racers only. Are you going to race?” He asks. Your eyes widen in surprise. No no no, this is not what you meant.

“And if I am?” Jungkook replies, not backing down from a challenge. 

You and the others share nervous glances. This can’t be good. 

“How about after the first race, me and you, just like old times, huh?” Mingyu asks, trying to get under his skin. Jungkook wouldn’t let him so he found himself nodding before even thinking about it. 

“Let’s do it” He says.

Jeon Jungkook, what the fuck are you doing

Jungkook was on the sidelines as you got ready to race. You and three other cars were currently waiting at the starting line, everyone buzzing with excitement. There was over $1000 on the line right now, you could use the pocket change.

You turn your head at the sound of someone tapping your window. Rolling it down, you look up and see Jungkook. He gives you a small smile before bending down to see you clearly. You give him a blank look.

“What?” He asks. You only roll your eyes. 

“You’re a smart guy, but I never thought you’d be an idiot” You reply. Jungkook was surprised at your words. Where the hell did that come from?

“What–”

“Mingyu is trying to get under your skin. Don’t you get that? JK, you don’t even know how to race. Let alone have a car to do it with.” You tell him. Jungkook was clearly not thinking things through, so of course you’re going to scold him. 

“I know, I just can’t let him keep walking all over me like that. He never learns, so hopefully this will shut him up.” He tells you honestly. You let out a sign before leaning over to your glove compartment and grabbing something. Jungkook stares in wonder as you reveal a car key to him. It’s not your usual car key, but different. 

“I have a white Supra in the back alley, just in case. You can use it.” You tell him. He accepts the key with gratitude. He saw the girl holding the flag walking towards the center of the road, indicating the race was about to start. 

Jungkook was about to walk off but stopped in his tracks at the sound of you calling his name. He gives you a confused look.

“Watch.” You tell him. 

“So how come you’re always alone?” Jungkook asks as the two of you dig through a bunch of old parts in the junkyard. You give him a glare, which he only chuckles at.

“What? It’s a valid question. I haven’t seen you hang around anyone before.” He tells you honestly. 

You let out a sigh before throwing a broken car battery onto the ground. You removed your gloves to wipe off sweat from your forehead. 

“I don’t know, I just like my own company. Of course I talk to people like Taehyung and Chaeyon from the library…But for the most part, I like to observe.” You speak truthfully. He listens intently at what you’re saying, intrigued to get to know who you are. 

“There’s a beauty about quietly sitting there and watching.” You start, unable to stop yourself from rambling. You look at your reflection in the car window. “You get to see things that other people can’t. The mannerisms of some people, the way they act, and how they approach certain things. You also get to learn a thing or two by just watching.” 

You look back at him with a small smile. “Sit back and watch sometimes, you might see something you didn’t see before.” 

Are you ready? 

The cars start revving, you grip onto your wheel with determination.

Set? 

Jungkook and the others start cheering, feeling the energy of the crowd. 

GO!

You were the first to take off. You instantly change gears to take your lead in the race. The other cars coming after you just seconds after. Jungkook watches how you waste no time, your movements are clean as you swerve around the obstacles. The other cars try hard to overtake you, but you are quick to catch up. 

You were really good at this, the way you drive. You know exactly what you’re doing. Jungkook watches as you drift around a corner and make your last stretch to the finish line. Another car comes in and speeds past you, obviously using a boost to gain more pace.

“A little early, buddy” You say before pressing the booster yourself. You immediately surge forward, quickly passing by the other car and passing the finish line. 

Jungkook and the others started cheering as you swerved your car in the middle of the crowd, the people parting away while the others caught up to finish the race. You step out of your car and you’re immediately lifted into the air, Jungkook holding you close. 

You giggle at first until you realize how close your faces were, Jungkook also took notice of this. He quickly sets you down and the two of you part awkwardly. You barely had the time to acknowledge this before Taehyung comes barreling towards you with a hug. 

You start laughing as everyone starts praising you for your win. 

It always felt great. 

The other racers greeted you in congratulations, a sign of good sportsmanship when they all handed you their share of money that you all betted. 

You place the rolls of cash into your bag before looking back at Jungkook and his friends. 

“Dinner on me?” You ask. They all grin in acknowledgement when someone clears their throat.

You and Jungkook turn around to see Mingyu holding up his keys. You look at Jungkook in concern, but he only gives you a reassuring smile. 

Jungkook holds out the key to your Supra and holds it up against the two of them.

“Let’s go” 

Mingyu was the first one to roll onto the starting line with his green mustang. A good car, but without the right modifications, it won’t run the greatest for street races like this. Jungkook came in with your white Toyota Supra not long after. It was originally a gift for Taehyung that you were working on for a long time, but Taehyung already bought his Dodge before you could even give it to him. So, it became an extra car in your garage. 

You were about to sell it when you decided to fix it up more to be your extra car just in case. You’re glad you did.

You all stare nervously at the sight of Jungkook at the starting line. The flag girl made her way to the center of the road once again. 

Are You Ready?

Set?

GO!

Mingyu took the lead first, but Jungkook quickly caught up not long after. You felt your hands twitch in concern at the sight of them going head to head. They were either passing one after the other, or basically going the same speed. 

They were swerving around different cars and making swift turns. Jungkook was surprisingly doing well for his first ever race, but you kept your fingers crossed.

Please, please, please 

You thought.

Just as they made their last turn. Mingyu took speed down towards the finish line. Jungkook was not far behind when he pressed his booster button and made his way forward. The two of them were close, but Jungkook was obviously going to win. 

Just as he was about to pass the finish line, you could barely notice it from the distance but you saw it. Mingyu bumped into Jungkook’s left back bumper, making him lose control. The car spun in one, two, three circles, before he pressed on the break to stop. 

You all held your breaths at the sight.

Mingyu passed the finish line first.

Everyone around the crowd started cheering. Mingyu basking in the excitement of his win as he exits his car. You were about to walk towards him to give him a piece of your mind when Jimin held you back. 

You look up towards him to see Jungkook driving in, the back bumper basically torn off. There were sparks coming from the bottom of the car and smoke coming from the hood. You wasted no time before rushing towards him.

Jungkook was getting out of the car when you ran into his arms, surprising Jungkook.

“Are you okay?” You ask, worried. Jungkook, getting out of his initial shock, relaxed in your arms before placing a hand over your head.

“I’m fine” He tells you, honestly. 

“I’m gonna fucking kill him” You say before breaking away from his embrace. Mingyu could have seriously injured Jungkook. You’re just glad he came out unscathed. 

“Don’t, it’s not worth it. He’s a sore loser who couldn’t accept another loss.” He tells you. Nodding your head, you let out a sigh before resting your forehead on his chest. The others came up to him, patting him on the back. They saw what happened too, but Jungkook told them to leave it be. 

“I’m sorry about your car…” He tells you. You look back at your poor beat up supra but shrugged it off. 

“More of a reason to work on your Honda, am I right?” You ask him. He gives you a surprised look before you scrunch your nose cutely. Jungkook only laughed before bringing you back into his arms, you gladly accepted. 

Mingyu walked towards Jungkook with confident strides. You roll your eyes at the sight of Jiyoo hanging off his arm. The two men stood in front of each other. Mingyu was taller but Jungkook had the build. His aura showed who’s more authoritative despite his supposed loss. 

“There’s more where that came from” Mingyu says to him. Jungkook only raises his brow in wonder.

“How many times do we have to do this?” He asks. 

“Until everyone can see I’m better” Scoffing Jungkook holds his ground in front of him. 

“You wish.”

Mingyu only smirks before stepping away. “Guess we’ll really see on Saturday, huh?” 

Jungkook’s eyes widened in surprise. His boxing match is on Saturday. Jin never told him who he’s going up against, but apparently he’s really good…It can’t be.

He’s fighting Mingyu.

It was currently Monday. You and Jungkook were currently sitting outside in the pavilion on campus. The two of you were discussing your photography assignment and how you guys are going along with it.

“So, have you been able to get some pictures?” You ask him. His ears burn in embarrassment, he’s taken quite a lot of you and you haven’t noticed. 

“Uh yeah, I got a few.” He tells you. You nod your head and think about how you’re going to approach the assignment. It’s not due for another few weeks, so the two of you won’t have to show your final products to each other for a while. 

So, you decide to scrap it to the side for the time being. 

You see Jungkook who’s in deep thought, which makes your heart constrict in your chest. You know after finding out he’s going against Mingyu for his fight, he’s been on edge. The boys told you that he’s been training non stop, and it’s gotten to the point where they’re concerned he’ll end up hurting himself even before the match.

You felt bad. 

You believed he could win. He is one of the most well rounded people you know. Hell he did impeccable for his first time racing just the other day. So instead of sitting and back to watch, you decided for the first time to do something.

Looking up at the sky, you see it’s starting to get dark. 

“Let’s go” You tell him, collecting your things. He looks up at you, surprised. You gave him a small smile before grabbing his arm and leading him to the parking lot.

“Where are we going?” He asks, chuckling at your eagerness. He stops in his tracks at the sight of your car, sitting in the car back of the parking lot. 

“You drove here?” He asked. You usually take the bus to school because you don’t like bringing attention to yourself with your car. And he swears he saw you leave the bus this morning. 

“Taehyung dropped it off after he left class, he knew I was going to leave late so here is my baby” You tell him, unlocking your car. You see him glance around him, clearly wondering what's happening. 

“Well, get in?” You ask him, a brow raised. Jungkook only points awkwardly behind him.

“Uh, what about my motorcycle?” He asks. You only roll your eyes in mock annoyance before looking back at him. 

“We’ll come back for it later, but right now, let’s go for a ride” You tell him with a smirk. Jungkook only looks at you while you stare at him expectantly. He wastes no time before climbing into the passenger seat and you start your car, ready to head off.

“Buckle in” You tell him, turning onto the main road. He widens his eyes when you suddenly press hard on the gas, the car accelerating at a fast pace. You giggle at his obvious surprise before he relaxes in his seat.

If there’s anyone he can rely on behind the wheel aside from himself, it’s you. 

Rolling down the windows, you felt the breeze fly by you. Your hair whips in the nice air as you and Jungkook whoop and holler. 

For the first time in the last few days, Jungkook feels free. The car is speeding fast as you go down the highway, but you drive with such precision. 

He allows himself to let go of all of the stress of the upcoming fight and lets himself just feel the relaxation.

He then looks at you, that blinding smile that you were so hesitant to show him at first but now it’s all he sees whenever he’s with you. A smile breaks out on his own face, a clear sign that he’s happy. He’s always happy with you.

You went around for a joy ride for a little bit longer before you drove back to campus to pick up Jungkook’s motorcycle. You stopped the car just beside where he parked his bike and you both let out a breath simultaneously.. 

Jungkook steps out of the car, you following not long after. You watch as he grabs his helmet and swings a leg over his car. He gives you a small smile when you step towards him.

“Thank you, Y/N-ah.” He tells you, sincerely. You smile at what he called you before you step closer.

“Jungkook-ah, I know you’re really stressed out about the fight…” You start. He sighs but you continue before he could say anything. 

“But I hope you know, I’d bet anything in order for you to believe you’ll win.” 

He looks at you with a smirk before placing his helmet on one of the handles. He grabs your hips with one, and pulls you towards him. You shriek in surprise at the sudden close proximity. 

“Hmm…Are you sure about that?” He whispers, huskily against your mouth. You felt yourself heat up in nervousness, never having him this close to you before.

“Yeah, I am” You reply, honestly.

“Alright, then let’s bet on it.” He offers. You lean away, trying to see his face clearly. What is he getting out of this?

“If I win, I’ll take you out on a date.” He tells you. You gasp in surprise. You were not expecting that. You knew you liked him, but you weren’t sure about how he felt about you. Part of you was still worried he’s not being sincere but the look in his eyes says otherwise.

“And if I lose–” He starts. You stop him mid sentence.

“You won’t. You won’t lose.” You tell him. He gives you a dazzling smile before letting you go.”You should head home, I’ll make sure to call you later.”

 He grabs his helmet and is about to place it over his head as you begin to walk away. But he stops you when he grabs your hand. 

You turn around in surprise when suddenly you’re up against his chest and Jungkook’s signature smirk on display, making you weak in the knees.

You were about to ask him what he needed when you felt the sudden intrusion of soft skin against your lips. Your eyes widen in surprise and you step back in alarm. Jungkook’s face crumbled in regret at the sight of your startled expression.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have–”

You’re the one who stopped him this time, you grabbed the back of his neck and crashed your lips against his, he wasted no time in wrapping his arms around your waist, bringing you as close to him as possible. You felt your entire body warm up as he deepened the kiss, completely captivated by the way he led your lips against his. Jungkook on the other hand has dreamt of this ever since he first saw you during your first year.

All he’s ever wanted to do was kiss you, and now that he has. He’s never felt more addicted to the feeling of someone else's lips against his. The way you waste, your hot breath, and the whimpers you let out as he kisses down your neck. 

You’re all he’s ever wanted. 

Suddenly, the trance you were both in as you made out was broken at the sound of an ambulance siren driving past them. The two of you broke apart, out of breath. You stared into his eyes for a few seconds before the two of you started giggling like teenagers.

You gave him a hug, and he held you close to him. 

This…This is a dream come true.

It was the day of the fight, you and Jungkook haven’t been able to spend a lot of time together after that night. You’ve been busy with school and working on his car and he’s been training non stop. Even skipping some days at school to continue from where he left off at the gym. 

Of course the two of you still spoke. He spent as much time with you whenever you guys saw each other on campus, even taking you out to lunch when you guys had the time. 

But compared to the last few weeks, it wasn’t as much. Which sucked. 

It was only when Jimin and Taehyung picked you up that morning, you knew you’d finally get to see him properly. And god were you nervous. Of course, you believe in him but the thought of Jungkook getting hurt in any way made your stomach churn in ways you can’t even imagine.

He was strong, there’s no doubt. But after seeing the way Mingyu chose to win during the race, it makes you worry about now. He’s a dirty player, no doubt. You just hope he doesn’t affect Jungkook like that again.

So, here you were at the venue where the boxing match is taking place. Everyone was there, excited for the fight to start. You can see people placing bets on who's gonna win, some of them even spending large amounts of money. 

You sat beside your cousin and Jimin as they led you to where his other friends were. 

“Where’s Yoongi?” You ask, sitting down on the chair beside them. The boys only shrugged, not knowing where the man was. He was probably sleeping if you guys were betting on it. 

“Oh god, I’m literally so nervous. I’m about to throw up.” Namjoon says, staring into the crowd. Hoseok wasted no time grabbing his empty popcorn bucket and handing it to Namjoon, just in case. 

You all snickered at Namjoon’s glare at the man. 

You look down at the front to see Jiyoo taking a seat in the front. She wore a white halter dress that barely covered her ass. You saw men oogling her like the best piece of meat they could possibly get. It kind of grossed you out. 

Suddenly, you see her turn around, making eye contact with you. She gave you a smirk before staring back into the front. 

“What was that about?” Taehyung asks from beside you. Shrugging your shoulders, you paid it no mind. Especially when the lights in the building dimmed down. 

Intense music started blaring in the speakers as a large group of men walked out. Mingyu was wearing a robe covering his fit body as they all entered the stadium. The crowd supporting him started cheering, while others booed. You and the others shared glances as Mingyu entered the ring. You have to admit, he’s built.

Suddenly, the stadium quiets down again. You see lights blaring on the walkway, the other entrance where Jungkook’s name is in bold letters. “Is that?” Jimin asks, surprised. 

You all start cheering at the sight of Yoongi coming out with a microphone, rapping to the beat. He sounded absolutely amazing. The crowd went feral at his flow. You see Jungkook enter the stadium with confident steps, Jin closely behind him as the rest of his entourage walks alongside the man.

You fiddle with your fingers as Jungkook bends down, and enters the ring through the ropes. He jumps a few times in one corner as Mingyu gets ready on the other side. 

You guys watch in anticipation as a man walks towards the middle of the ring holding a microphone. 

“Tonight we are witnessing one of the most anticipated matches in the history of Korean Boxing. In one corner, we have the fierce, the colossal fighter. Kim Mingyu!”

The crowd roars at the sound of the name announced. You see Taehyung and Jimin throwing harsh remarks, making you cover your ears at the loud screeches of the people in the arena. 

“And in the other corner. He’s got the strength of a thousand dragons, the underdog, the muscle machine, Jeon Jungkook!” 

You all cheer at the sound of Jungkook’s name being called. You hear everyone scream at the top of their lungs as you all praise Jungkook. This is what he’s been working hard for in the last year. He’s improved so much compared to a lot of fighters in such a short amount of time.

He’s got this.

“Ladies and Gentleman, boys and girls. Let’s get ready to rumble!” 

You all cheer as the two men get ready to fight. You see Jin talking to Jungkook, giving him advice on what to do. You see Jungkook’s look of determination as he listens intently to what he’s saying. 

Before you know it, the two fighters meet in the middle as the referee guides them through the rules. Jungkook extends his gloves as a sign of good sportsmanship but Mingyu simply ignores it, making everyone boo at his immaturity. 

“It’s okay Jeon!” You yell out, alongside your friends giving him encouragement. He most likely doesn’t hear you, but it's the thought that counts. 

You see Jiyoo holding a sign with the round number as she walks across the stage. She gives Mingyu a seductive smirk, making the man wink at her in return. Jungkook only rolls his eyes as he knocks his gloves together, wanting to fight already. 

Before you know it, the sound of the bell that begins the first round goes off. 

You see the two boys walk towards each other. Jungkook has his arms up in defense as Mingyu comes at him. He wastes no time to start throwing punches, Jungkook dodging it easily. But Mingyu has an advantage with his height, making Jungkook work extra hard to not get hit that easily. 

“Come on, Jeon. Let’s see what you got”’ Mingyu says snarkily, trying to get under his skin.

But Jungkook is a smart fighter, when Mingyu’s guard is let down, he extends his arm quickly, landing a punch on his jaw. Mingyu stumbles a bit from the impact but recovers quickly. 

You see as he starts giving Jungkook his all as he starts throwing punches. Some of which land on Jungkook. 

He hit a particularly hard body shot, causing Jungkook to bend down in pain. Mingyu wasted no time in hitting once in the face, causing his lip to split open.

“Ooooh” The crowd says. 

Suddenly the bell goes off. Indicating the end of the first round.

You and the boys look at each other nervously. There are still 5 more rounds. This might not go well. 

“It’s okay, he’s got this” Hoseok says. You guys agree, even half heartily.

The rounds continue on. Jungkook got hit multiple times, obvious signs of injuries on his face. By the third round he has a busted lip, a swollen eye and an obvious bruise on his cheek. Mingyu is not much better, if anything he looks worse. He may have landed a few more shots but Jungkook is much stronger.

“Jungkook, come on, it’s like you forgot all the training we’ve been doing.” Jin says to him as he sprays some water into his mouth. Jungkook grumbles in pain as he listens to Jin's words. “I’m trying Hyung, it’s like he knows what I’m going to do before I do it.”

Jin pats him on the back as the ref tells him it’s time to start the next round. Jungkook stands as Jin wipes sweat off his forehead. “Okay, forget what is going on around you. It’s just you and him. He may have the height, but you have the skill. Use that knowledge you have to do this.” He tells him. Jungkook nods, trying to feel confident. 

He places his mouth guard into his mouth before heading back into the ring. 

Then the bell goes off. 

The two of them round each other Jungkook hands his hands in front of him, keeping his guard up. 

Mingyu tries to land a punch on him, but Jungkook evades it. Quickly throwing a punch of his own. He ends up hitting him square in the face, hitting him on the nose to make it start bleeding. Mingyu in rage starts throwing punches at Jungkook, making Jungkook guard his head in defense. He unfortunately was backed into a corner, making it hard for him to get out.

“Come on Jeon, get out of there!” You hear the crowd yell. If Jungkook doesn't get out of there soon, he’s 100% toast.

But as Mingyu throws another punch to his head, Jungkook bends down to dodge it, giving him the time to slip past and into the middle of the ring again. 

“Yeahhhhh!!!” Everyone screams. You can tell who the crowd is mostly cheering for. 

“Oh come on, are you just gonna keep running? Thought you were better than that” Mingyu says. Jungkook ignores him. 

“After I’m done with you, everyone will see I’m the better one.” Jungkook continues to ignore him as Mingyu swings at him, dodging his blows. 

“I’ll take everything from you.” He says. “Even your girl” 

That’s where Jungkook stops. Is he talking about you? 

But that was a bad choice. He was trying to distract him enough to get his guard down. He didn’t have enough time to react, when suddenly he felt the impact of Mingyu’s glove hit him on the side of his head. The impact was hard enough for his vision to blur, making him fall in the process.

You let out a loud gasp as Jungkook stumbles onto the floor. You quickly ran out of your seat and down the stairs to reach him. Jungkook was on the floor in pain, Mingyu was already starting to celebrate as the crowd started counting down. 

The boys hot on your trail as you make your way over towards the side of the ring to see his face. Jungkook is groaning in pain as he holds his head. 

“Kook!” You yell out. You aren’t sure he could hear you, but it’s worth a try.

“Come on, JK get up” You say. Everyone else was yelling at him to stand. Jin was there debating on whether or not to throw in the towel, but you know Jungkook wouldn’t give up that easily.

You see him open one of his eyes and his gaze locks with yours. You give him a nod, telling him it’s okay.

He takes a deep breath. They ringing in his ears, slowly going away as his vision clears. His head hurt, but he won't give up now. 

5

4

3 

Jungkook stumbles but he gets up. The ref comes towards him, asking if he’s okay. When he nods, everyone in the stadium starts to cheer.

Mingyu grumbles in anger. He sees Jungkook put his arms up in defense again. The two of them were gonna go at it again when the sound of the bell went off, indicating the end of the round.

Jungkook stumbles towards the chair as Jin comes to him, asking him if he’s alright. He places a cold pack on his head, easing the pain just a little bit. Jungkook looks up to see you standing there too, you weren’t supposed to be there but clearly you couldn’t care less.

“JK” you say, hugging him. He loosely holds his arms around your waist.

“I’m okay, baby” He tells you. You barely pay any mind to the nickname, too worried to feel the familiar jump in your chest.

“Are you sure?” You ask. Jungkook only shushes you. He pecks your forehead as you kneel in front of him. Having you near him is all the strength he needs. The ref calls out to him, telling him to get ready. 

Jungkook was about to stand, but you grab his hand and hold him in place. You were looking down at your shoes. Jungkook knew you were worried but he needed to finish this fight.

“Y/N–” He starts, but you cut him off.

“You owe me a date, remember?” You ask him. Jungkook only stares at you wide eyed. You look up at him with tears in your eyes.

“Finish it and take me on that date” You tell him.

That’s all the encouragement he needs before standing up. This time, he’s gonna win.

The bell goes off indicating the start of the final round. Mingyu walks towards Jungkook, ready to fight. Jungkook didn’t waste any time and immediately started throwing punches. This entire fight, Mingyu had the upper hand. But he’s been working hard to fight someone exactly like Mingyu. It was time for him to put his training to good use.

Mingyu had the height, so it was easy for him to hit Jungkook’s head. So Jungkook focused his attention on his body. The more you attack the unguarded areas, the easier it is to hit the ones that are. So Jungkook aimed his punches at Mingyu's torso. One punch on the side, evade. Another on the rib, evade. 

Mingyu staggered back a bit, out of breath from the hit on his lung. Jungkook then went over and hit him again, this time in the liver, making Mingyu groan in pain. 

The man recovered quickly, but Jungkook wasn’t done. He watched as Mingyu aimed a punch towards his face, but he slid under and threw another punch to his side. Making him yell out in pain. As Mingyu was backed up as he held his aching side, Jungkook wasted no time in throwing a punch to his head. 

A headshot. 

The arena was silent as you all watched Mingyu fall to the ground. You all cheered as Jungkook stood there, breathing heavily as he watched Mingyu on the ground. The ref came towards him, slamming the ground as you all counted down.

10

9

8

7

Mingyu tried getting up, but he fell back onto the ground

6

5

4

3

2

….

1

The bell rang.

The arena went silent, then everyone bursted into cheers. Jin and the rest of his team came onto the platform holding Jungkook in the air as he let out a scream. You and the others did not hesitate and ran into the ring as well. 

Jungkook instantly broke away the second he was let down and barrelled into your arms. 

“Oh my god!” You yelled, hugging him close as you laughed. Jungkook really won.

He leaned back and gave you a smirk. “Guess I’ll be taking you on that date, huh?” 

You giggle but nod your head in agreement. Jungkook kissed your cheek before he was taken away by the boys as they all celebrated. 

You stood back and watched as they all congratulated Jungkook. 

You had a big smile on your face until you felt someone's presence beside you. Looking to your side, you see Jiyoo standing there watching the crowd as well. You had no idea what she wanted from you and you were not in the mood to talk to her.

It seemed like she had other ideas though.

“He’s too good for you” She started. 

You kept a blank stare as you looked at her. “I beg your pardon?” You ask, wondering what the hell she’s talking about.

“Jungkook, he’s too good for you. He’s everyone's golden star. And what are you?” She provokes. You try not to let her get under your skin, she’s doing this on purpose.

“Look at him, he’s constantly under the spotlight. He has so much to offer, but you…” She turns towards you with a scowl. “You’re just a broke little girl, who works under her daddy’s car shop. You’re an art major who will probably not get anywhere, you’ll only hold him back” 

You try not to break your facade, and it seems to work because she scowls. 

“Face it, Jang. You are two from different worlds.” 

You take a deep breath. Walking closer to her you just give her a smirk. “You really need to do all of this just to validate yourself, huh?” You ask her. She gives you a confused look. Letting out a sigh, you look at her one last time. 

“See you around Jiyoo” You tell her, walking back towards the group. You didn’t want to give her the benefit in believing she got under your skin. But she pointed out every single one of the insecurities you already have.

You silently watch as everyone around Jungkook gathers around him. Even a few girls that you recognize from school were there, talking to Jungkook. You can see they’re bluntly trying to flirt with him while you are there, staying in place. 

You shake your head out of your thoughts, choosing to bask in the celebration. 

You’ll allow yourself to sulk later.

It’s been a few days since the fight. Jungkook was almost fully recovered, except for the small lingering bruise on his cheek, but it’s barely noticeable. You haven’t seen him in a few days, working on his car and you may have been avoiding him on campus.

Jiyoo’s words really stuck to you. You hate how it did, but it’s been something that's been bothering you for days. 

But you do what you do best, show that you don’t care, even if deep down you really do.

You were working on Jungkook’s car when the roar of an engine startled you, causing you to turn around. You see the familiar silhouette of Jungkook’s Harley davidson rolling into your garage. You let out a sigh, knowing you can’t hide from him now. 

Jungkook hops off his bike, removing his helmet in the process. You wave at him with a soft smile before going back to what you were doing. Jungkook walks around the car, scanning the progress you made. You stripped off the old paint and right now you’re just working on the engine, making sure it’s intact. 

Jungkook leans against the car as he watches you work.

“I haven't seen you in a few days” He tells you. Humming at his words, you look up at him who's already gazing down at you. 

“Uh yeah, I’ve been busy” You tell him. Jungkook nods his head before grabbing your arm. You look at him startled as he guides you to stand between his legs. He places his hands on your hips as you stare down at him.

“You’ve been avoiding me” He tells you. Shaking your head, you give him a smile.

“I really have been busy, Jungkook-ah” You tell him. He nods unconvinced, but chooses not  to push it. He only grins before standing up, making you confused. He wastes no time to grab the wrench out of your hand.

“What’s up?” You ask. He places the wrench back on the table and looks at you with an endearing look. 

“I owe you a date, remember?” He asks, repeating the same words you said to him. 

“Right now?” You ask, wide eyed. He chuckles before nodding. You look around the garage. Well you have been cooped up here for the last few hours. You do need a break.

“Okay fine, but let me change” You tell him. He only shakes his head.

“No need, you look perfect” He tells you. You’re wearing grey parachute pants and a white halter top. How is this date ready?

“For where we’re going, it’s best to be comfortable” He tells you. Nodding your head, you allow him to lead you to his motorcycle. He takes out another helmet for you, which you gladly slip on before hopping on behind Jungkook.

Before you know it, the two of you were on the road. You lay your head on his shoulder as you allow him to drive to his desired destination.

With him you feel the safest.

You probably dozed off for a little, but beforey ou know it, Jungkook is nudging you awake. You gasp in surprise at the sight of the beautiful view from Seoul on the hillside. You take off your helmet and climb off the bike hurriedly as you look at the skyline. 

It was beautiful.

“Jungkook, oh my gosh. Where did you find this place?” You ask, breathlessly. He chuckles before walking towards you.

“I accidentally came across this when I was skipping class in high school. Now it’s my favourite place to think.” He tells you, truthfully. 

“So it;s your secret hideout?” You ask him. He smirks before looking into the distance. 

“Yeah, I guess it is.” He replies. The two of you stand there in silence as you bask in the beauty of Seoul for a few minutes. Then he grabs your hand and guides you down the hill to another area, the skyline still just as beautiful. Suddenly he stands behind you, covering your eyes with his hands.

“What–”

“Don’t look, it’s a surprise” 

You only giggle as he leads you to another area. 

“Are you ready?” He asks. You nod your head. Then you feel Jungkook release his hands from your face. You open your eyes and see the area illuminated with fairy lights. There was a picnic basket in the middle sitting on a quilt. There was also a makeshift fireplace to keep away the mosquitoes and a box of pizza.

“Jungkook what the fuck” You say, a bright smile adorning your features. He smiles as you look around the area in awe.

“You did this all for me?” You ask him softly. He nods his head and guides you to the middle where the quilt was. 

The two of you sit down and Jungkook immediately starts taking everything out.

“Yeah, with a little help from the guys to get this done” He tells you, honestly. You let out a laugh and accept a slice of pizza that Jungkook offers you.

The rest of the night consisted of the two of you talking, getting to know each other more. You never felt more connected with a man than you did with Jungkook. He was just so perfect.

And as the two of you wrap up the night, packing all the things and him taking you back home in his motorcycle. You allowed yourself to be truthful to yourself for once. He invited you inside his home, where he dropped off the picnic equipment but one thing led to another and the two of you were bonding in more ways than one.

He made your skin feel on fire as he kissed down your body, praised you in ways no man has ever done before. 

And when you finished, you heard him utter words believing you didn’t hear them. But you did, and you felt your heart stop in your chest.

I love you

And the morning after, when Jungkook woke up he only saw the empty space beside him. The feeling of the cold mattress beneath his fingertips.

You were gone. 

“You can’t keep doing this, Y/N-ah.” Taehyung tells you. It’s been two weeks since you last saw Jungkook after you shared that passionate night. That was the most beautiful date you’ve ever been on. He was everything you ever wanted in a man, but you weren’t sure if you could give him the same.

So you ran.

You left before dawn broke and gave him a kiss on his head as a goodbye. He kept trying to call you, text you, but you never answered. You basically kept your phone away from you at all times, trying to avoid anyone and everyone. 

Jungkook even tried to come to the shop, but your dad luckily had your back and said you weren’t there. 

He asked what happened between the two of you, but you didn’t have the heart to tell your dad that you were a coward. So you avoided the question, you avoided it all. 

Except Taehyung, who knew how to find you and where.

Which is where you are now, him barging into your room as you were working on your photography assignment. It was due the next day, and you weren’t even close to finished. You stare at the photos you took of Jungkook, making your heart constrict in your chest as you stare at him longingly.

Taehyung watched as you crumbled into yourself. 

“Y/N, you need to open up” He tells you. Closing your eyes, you keep your tears at bay. Refusing to speak. 

Your cousin started to get aggravated, but that’s how you’ve always been. After your mom died, you just constantly tried to keep a strong front. It’s become a habit to a point where you refuse to open up to anyone.

“Look, I don’t know what happened between you and Jungkook, but know that whatever you’re going through…He isn’t mad at you. He says, whenever you’re ready, he’ll be waiting.” He tells you softly. You listen to his words, not sparing him a look. 

“You deserve to be happy too, Y/N.” He says before leaving you alone. You let out a sigh before grabbing your headphones and placing it over your head. Blocking out the noise is all you need right now.

“That’s all for today. Don’t forget to hand in your assignments tonight by 11:59” Your professor says, wrapping up the class. Jungkook has tried speaking to you multiple times. But as you ignore him, he ultimately chose to give you space. He wanted to reach out but knew you weren’t ready to talk. So he held back.

He gathered his things, wanting to ask to give you a ride home but you were already on your feet.

He let out a sigh before walking down the steps of the lecture hall and making his way out. 

“Y/N, may I speak with you?” Professor Hwang asks. You nod your head and make your way over to his desk. He gives you a smile before handing over a folder. 

You raise your brow in confusion before grabbing the folder. He stops you from opening it though. 

“Look, you’re one of my best students and even I can see you’re not feeling the greatest right now. I’m not sure what's going on, but I hope you know. There are people who do care for you, so allow them in once in a while. Okay?” He says. Confused, you nod your head and he dismisses you. 

You walk out of class in a daze. Not knowing what was going on. You threw the folder in your bag and made your way to your next class, completely forgetting the whole interaction as you palace your headphones on and blast music in your ears.

Later that night, as you stare at your laptop screen with a blank face, you feel stuck. You have no idea what to write. 

You finished the editing, you finished the portfolio. 

Now you just need to write a reflection. But your brain is not working. You have no idea how to explain the way you see Jungkook without saying bullshit or completely spilling everything that's been on your mind. 

Frustrated, you throw your bag that was sitting on your desk onto the floor, the contents spilling out. You stare at the folder Professor Hwang gave you earlier, sitting on the floor. 

Curiosity took over and you grabbed it. What you saw inside shocked you.

They were pictures of you. Working in your garage, at school, and the picture that allured you the most was the night you and Jungkook were on the hillside.

This was Jungkook’s assignment. 

You stared at all the pictures of yourself and there’s one thing you can definitely say. You look beautiful.

You saw a piece of paper slip out from the back of the folder and decided to grab it. 

“The Most Beautiful Moment In Life by Jeon Jungkook”

You felt your eyes pool with tears as you read his reflection. The way Jungkook wrote his words absolutely wrecked your soul. You were an idiot. He was everything you’ve ever wanted and he’s never made you feel any less than how you should. 

You allowed Jiyoo to get into your head. Mingyu tried to do the same to him, and it didn’t work.

He was waiting. And it was your turn to take the leap. 

You look back onto your laptop and begin writing. You allowed yourself to express everything about him that you saw. Every angle, every expression. The way you saw him and the beauty behind the man named Jeon Jungkook.

Before you know it, there were a few hundred words of just pure love on a paper and as you look at the time, 11:53 p.m., you didn’t hesitate to hand it in.

—

“Hyung, why did you drag me here?” Jungkook asks as Taehyung drives them to the next car meet. The chances of you being here was very high and Jungkook wasn’t sure if he could handle you being there and facing another round of you ignoring him. 

This hurt more than all those punches Mingyu threw at him during his match.

But Taehyung was insistent as he parked his car. The other boys were in another vehicle, parking not far from them. 

“Just trust me, okay?” He tells him before getting out of the car. Jungkook only sighs, but decides to follow him. 

The seven boys all gathered together as they walked through the crowd of dancing people, partying to the loud music. They see the large lineup of cars, waiting for the next street race. Jungkook looked around to see if you were there and he spotted your car, but you were nowhere to be found. 

Pouting to himself, his attention was caught elsewhere when Jimin nudged him hard. He groaned in pain, about to yell at him for hitting him hard until he saw what Jimin was looking at.

“Holy shit” He says. 

There you were, stepping out of the black and white 1995 Honda NSX. Not some random car, it was his. It was finished and it looked amazing. The paint was fresh and sleek. He saw a new spoiler added and the wheels were glossed out with black rims. The car was a little shorter, with the new wheels but Jungkook didn’t mind. But what stood out was the red led lights underneath the car, adding a nice touch to the already beautiful car.

He watched in awe as you stepped towards him with a smile.

“Do you like it?” You ask nervously. Jungkook couldn’t even utter a word, just nodded his head. 

You grabbed his hand and placed the key on his palm. “Look, I know I’ve been unfair to you. You are an amazing guy and I allowed myself to let my insecurities get the best of me…” You start. Jungkook stares at you, letting you open up to him. “I used to sit back and watch as people around me got to experience things for the first time. And I guess it’s time for me to experience it too.” 

“Would you like to experience it with me?” You ask him.

He stares at you blanky, before holding out his key in between the two of you. Raising a brow, you wonder what he’s doing.

“Alright, but let’s make a bet. If I win, you become my girlfriend.” He offers. You smile before grabbing your keys from your back pocket of your baggy jeans. 

“And if you lose?” You ask. He gives you a smirk.

“Then I become your boyfriend, either way. I’m yours.” He says, finally. 

You let out a smile, unlocking your car.

“Call” 

The Most Beautiful Moment In Life by Jeon Jungkook

When I first met Y/N, she was a cold distant person who didn’t like being around anyone. She blankly stared at the world as if it had nothing to offer her. And maybe there wasn’t. But as I slowly got to know her, I got to meet someone who deserves everything and so much more.

She is someone who stands by your side even when you’re knocked down, smiles at the most trivial things, and greets you with a raised brow every day. 

She sees and experiences the world differently from the rest of us, choosing to sit back and observe the natural beauty of life. 

I got to learn a lot of things about this girl who was just a mere mystery to me a few months ago. 

But now she’s a woman I think about every morning when I wake up. I think about her when I pass by the ramen aisle and see her favourite flavour. I think about her when I look into the city skyline and compare their beauty, Y/N coming out on top.

She’s the type of person who believes she doesn't deserve anything given to her, but she does. And I’ll prove that to her everyday for the rest of our lives if I have to.

So Y/N, if you’re reading this. Come back to me.

I’ll be waiting. 

Yours Truly, 

Jungkook

a/n: hey babes, this was a long time coming! but i hope you guys enjoyed the story. i loved writing it, the entire time it made me happy to know you guys will read it. anyways, have a good day where ever you are :)

xo,

ari

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My coworker friend saw the jk Calvin Klein commercial and she was like “omg I thought of you!”-the way I got so flustered yall 😭😭

Gonna devour this later

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into the cold water (2.3k, friends to lovers, fluff)

how to get the girl (21k, fluff, friends to lovers)

love love (3.7k, best friends to lovers)

the only exception (12k, summer love)

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This man in my class is presenting and he has rings on and his fingers are so pretty-I’m ovulating

I JUST WANT ONE PEACEFUL DAY. ONE

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pairing. hueningkai x fem!reader rating. NSFW, MDNI! words. ~4.3k warnings. graphic depictions of rough sex/bdsm, hard dom!kai, sub!reader, f2l, jealous!kai, mentions of alcohol/drinking, hard dom!kai, sub!reader, tyun acts as a wingman lol, gags, blindfolds, bondage mention, dry humping, dirty talk, degradation, name calling (whore, slut), jake from enhpyen cameo!! possible dubcon synopsis. your roommate's friend was cute, but he wasn't your type. At least, you thought he wasn't.

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