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pairing: taehyung x reader genre: smut, pwp word count: 5.3k warnings: exhibitionism, unprotected sex, partially clothed sex, fingering, spanking, dirty talk, creampie, he fucks her in roller skates okay and its light and playful author’s note: this came to me as i washed my dishes and listened to this song by poppy and idk what possessed me to write this when i have 2471819 other wips i should be focusing on but i hope u enjoy it lmaooo

As the sun beats down on Taehyung, beads of sweat trickling down his neck while he cruises on his long board along the concrete path right on the beach, he doesn’t think he regrets encouraging your new hobby more than he does right now

You see when you first voiced your desire to learn to roller skate Taehyung had found it endearing, even going as far as purchasing the skates for you as a surprise because you had been so excited watching videos online of other girls gliding around.

When you finally got them and slipped them on, stumbling around like a baby deer discovering they had legs, he thought it would be an adorable hobby. Seeing you bundled up with your knee pads, matching elbow pads ready to catch your fall and a helmet strapped tightly under your chin.

It all screamed cute.

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Boy's a Liar | JJK

PAIRING: Best friends boyfriend!Jungkook x Female!reader

RATING/GENRE: 18+, college AU, childhood crush, enemies to lovers, smut, angstt, fluff

WC: 18k

WARNINGS: Reader is naive af and very stubborn, says she doesn't live in the past but lowkey does, big heartbreak, mentions of cheating, drugs and sex, Jungkook is toxic af but not with reader, he rides a harley, he's a big softy at the end just wait >.<, low-key enemies to lovers, Jenna is a huge bitch, toxic friendships, lots of internal dialogue idk if thats a warning, Hobi <3

SYNOPSIS: You have been at odds with Jungkook for some time due to his rejection of you in high school. Likewise, he dislikes you because you are still holding on to him when he is not good for you.

When Jungkook suddenly starts dating your best friend, the tension between the two of you reaches an all-time high. However, what if your friend has been keeping a secret from both of you all along? Something that might change everything, opening up a new world of possibilities and causing you to reconsider your feelings and actions.

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AN: Okay, I gotta say, I had sooo many more ideas for this and I could have kept going on and on, you know? Like, that feeling when you're working on something and you're so into it, you just can't stop? Yeah, that was me. But I think I ended it at the right moment. Looking back on it now, I'm pretty happy with how it turned out.

Sorry for the rambling, oops-. I just wanted to share my thoughts with you. Hope you enjoy, and I'd love to hear your feedback. Thanks for always being such great support and encouraging, it means a lot to me!

You've hated Jungkook from the time he walked through those stupid doors of your apartment announcing that him and Jenna were now official. The way he smiled at you made you feel sick to your stomach, like he knew he was hurting you, and he enjoyed it.

There was a time when you were deeply infatuated with Jungkook. You would spend hours daydreaming about him, imagining yourself in with him. You remember listening to songs that reminded you of him and even making a dedicated playlist for when you were thinking of him. You would frequently check his social media accounts and attend events where he might be present, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.

However, you were well aware that he was out of your league. He was older than you and was the head of the photography club at your college, which made him seem all the more unapproachable. You couldn't help but feel intimidated by his talent and success.

You were fourteen back then, and things were different. You had a different perspective on the word love, and your experiences were unique to that time in your life. Despite your feelings, you eventually came to terms with the fact that he was not meant to be yours. It was a bittersweet realization.

Looking back, you cringe at your actions – you've grown and changed. You don't listen to your heart anymore. You've learned to love yourself, learned to keep a distance from feelings.

You tried to ignore him, tried to keep your distance, but Jenna is your best friend, and she wanted you to get along with him. You knew his kind, a player who couldn't be trusted. You had seen the way he flirted with other girls, the way he talked about them like they were nothing, and you refused to be one of them.

"You know I hate Jungkook. Why would you invite him over for our sleepover?" You let out a sigh as you complain to your best friend and roommate, Jenna, about his presence at your upcoming sleepover.

After weeks of anticipation, the day finally arrived. You and your friend had been looking forward to this for a long time. Despite being busy with college and work, you managed to find some time for yourselves. You were both excited to have some much-needed girl time, where you could catch up on each other's lives, and just enjoy each other's company.

You think back to the last time you saw Jungkook and Jenna together. How he always seemed to be taking Jenna away from you. You understand that he's her boyfriend now, but it's hard to accept him into your space when you don't have a good relationship with him.

As you walk through the store, your eyes close in annoyance at the mention of Jeon Jungkook, a person who you've had a strong dislike for ever since he showed up back in your life unannounced by dating your best friend. Bringing up old memories you'd long suppressed.

Stopping and looking at you, her expression softens. "He's my boyfriend," she reminds you, "and he wanted to spend more time together. You know how busy he gets when it's hockey season.”

Rolling your eyes, you remember how Jenna described the long hours Jungkook spends training for his hockey games and how it can be difficult for them to spend quality time together.

He has always been the center of attention no matter where he goes, and it's hard not to feel inferior around him. Either way, it's hard not to be jealous of him. His looks, his charms, his grades, everything about the guy was perfect. God, one could say that he even had a pretty voice.

He's the kind of boy that guys seem to hate, but girls can't resist.

-

5 years ago

When you were a teenager, you would go to great lengths to try to get his attention.

You wanted to do everything you could to make him happy. You would spend hours getting ready for school, choosing the perfect outfit, and applying your makeup flawlessly. In addition, you would often bake him cookies, not just for him but for his entire hockey team, as a way to show your support. You also went out of your way to become a cheerleader, just so that you could support him from a closer distance. All of these actions were done with the intention of feeling closer to him and bringing you both together.

Finally, after mustering up the courage to confess your feelings to him at the end of the school year, you were met with disappointment. Jungkook told you that he didn't feel the same way, even daring to laugh in your face, leaving you heartbroken and with tears in your eyes. You couldn't help but feel as though all your efforts were in vain.

So, while the heartbreak may have been difficult to endure, it was ultimately a stepping stone towards a brighter future.

His rejection felt like a slap in the face, and you struggled to find a way to move on from your crush on him for a long time.

-

"Jungkookie stop," your best friend whines as her boyfriend tries to feed her the chocolate-dipped strawberries that you made for your sleepover.

You remember how you found the inspo online and how you had to go to two different grocery stores to find the perfect strawberries. Only for them to be taken away from you as the two 'lovebirds' beside you snack on them.

You find yourself rolling your eyes at the playful exchange between Jenna and Jungkook. You can't help but feel a bit left out. You've always disliked the feeling of being a third wheel, especially now that you're supposed to be having a sleepover with your best friend.

You try to focus on the movie playing in front of you, but your mind wanders to how you're feeling. You wonder if you should have invited someone else to join you as well, or if you should have just played sick.

As you watch the Barbie movie, you can't help but feel lonely. Perhaps it's because you've been single for a while now, or maybe it's just the melancholy tone of the music in the background. You glance over at your best friend and Jungkook again, feeling a twinge of jealousy as you watch them make goo-goo eyes at each other.

You remember the past times when you were in relationships and how they ended, but instead of dwelling on the past, you focus on the present moment. You take a deep breath and immerse yourself in the movie, enjoying the colourful visuals.

It's not like you weren't happy for Jenna, on the contrary! She's had some pretty bad breakups in the past, so her being with someone she really liked was a good thing. Though it was also a little bit worrisome that this was Jungkook we were talking about. After all, while he had a lot of experience, he also had a reputation for being a bit of a player.

Even though Jenna and Jungkook were dating, you still had a bad feeling about the guy. He was ruthless when he rejected you in high school, so how differently could he be now? You couldn't shake off the memories of how he laughed at you that day. It was as if he took pleasure in making you feel small.

This made you wonder, what was it that Jenna saw in him? Was it his good looks? His charm? Or was it something else?

Nonetheless, Jenna insisted that Jungkook had changed, and it was hard not to believe her when she looked so happy in his company.

Only time would tell if they ended up being a good fit.

-

The next day, when you found Jungkook in your kitchen at 8 a.m., you were a bit surprised. Jenna was still fast asleep in her room, and it seemed her boyfriend was already up and about. You spotted him stealing your cereal right in front of your face and couldn't help but complain. After all, it was the first time you were actually speaking to him since high school.

As you tried to figure out why Jungkook was up so early, you started to notice the little tingle in your tummy, softly reminding you of the stupid crush you once had on him.

You could hear the distant sound of birds chirping outside and the gentle hum of the refrigerator. It was a peaceful scene, and you couldn't help but relax a bit as you watched Jungkook munch on your cereal.

"Hey," you complain as you walk up to him and grab the bowl from his big hands. "These are mine! Didn't your parents teach you not to steal others' food?" You continue, taking a bite of the cereal you took from him and scowling. You look around the room, noticing how messy it is. You see clothes scattered on the floor and empty pizza boxes stacked up on the table. You start to wonder what exactly the both of them did last night after you called it an early night and left the living room.

You notice that he's looking at you, his eyes betraying a hint of annoyance. Despite your protests, he insists that the cereal is his and not yours. "I don't care if it's yours," he says, "it didn't say your name so that's on you, little miss perfect.”

You're taken aback by his aggressive tone, but he takes the bowl back from you and retreats into Jenna's bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him. You can't help but feel a sense of unease as you stand there, unsure of what to do next. After all, this is your best friend's boyfriend we're talking about.

As you stand there, your thoughts start to wander. You can't help but feel a strange sensation in your stomach. You know that it's wrong to have these feelings, but you can't seem to help it. You try to shake it off and remind yourself that Jungkook is your best friend's boyfriend. You can't let yourself get caught up in these thoughts. These old feelings.

You start to pace back and forth, trying to distract yourself from your thoughts. You look around the room, noticing the decorations that Jenna had put up when you first moved in just 2 weeks ago. There are pictures of her and Jungkook together, smiling and laughing.

You can't help but feel a pang of jealousy as you look at the photos. You wonder what it would be like to be in Jenna's shoes, to have had a chance at dating Jungkook if he hadn't rejected you.

As you continue to pace, you hear movement from behind the door. You stop in your tracks, feeling your heart race. You wonder what Jungkook and Jenna could be doing in there.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the door opens, and Jenna steps out. You let out a sigh of relief, but you can't help but feel a little disappointed that it wasn't Jungkook.

You try to act casual, but you know that your past feelings for her boyfriend are starting to get the better of you. You try to push them down and remind yourself that he's off-limits, but it's getting harder and harder to resist.

-

Sometimes it's tough when you think back to moments in the past where you may have missed an opportunity to share something with someone.

Like right now, sitting in class—not listening to Professor Park—you wish you had told Jenna about your past crush on Jungkook. Perhaps if you had shared your feelings with her, things would be different now. You may be able to have an excuse not to be in the same room as them sometimes, and maybe you wouldn't have it as bad.

However, you can't change the past, and it's important to focus on Jenna as a friend, especially since she's the only friend you had at college besides Hoseok, your lab partner. If you accidentally let your past crush on Jungkook slip past your lips just once, you could kiss your affordable, near-campus apartment goodbye.

Not only would it be uncomfortable for you, but it would also make things awkward every time Jungkook came over.

“You totally aced that” you smile at Hoseok as you comment about his presentation in class today. “You're too nice, I'm sure yours will be great too” he compliments you back, placing his books in his locker and heading out to the busstop with you. You both chat about your classes, sharing your thoughts on todays subjects and bickering about your professors. Hoseok tells you about an interesting article about clothing trends he read last night, and you listen attentively, impressed by the passion for the subject he's been loving since he was a kid; Fashion.

As you wait for the bus, you take a moment to appreciate the beautiful weather, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin.

“What's on your to-do list today?” He teases, knowing what a perfectionist you can be when you have some spare time. From cleaning the apartment to meal-prepping food for the rest of the week—you've always hated sitting around and doing nothing.

“Actually, nothing” you shrug smiling, taking a sip of water from your bottle and sitting down.

“It's just me and my bed tonight, and I don't mean that in a weird way”, you say with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. Hoseok nods in agreement as you both take a seat in the bus when it arrives.

As you look out the window, you see people rushing in and out of buildings, each with their own story to tell. Perhaps they are successful businesspeople, entrepreneurs, or artists pursuing their passions.

You wonder what kind of person you will become in a few years, when you will finally be an actual adult. You imagine yourself having finished your degree in Finance and venturing out into the real world, ready to take on any challenge that comes your way.

The rest of the ride passes by in a blur of conversation and laughter. When you finally arrive at your stop, you bid Hoseok farewell and step off the bus. The cool winter air hits you, making you shiver.

You pull your fluffy jacket tighter around you, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. As you walk home, you can't help but think about the talk you had with Hoseok. It had been a welcome distraction from the thoughts that had been plaguing you earlier.

Somehow, your mind goes blank, though, when you spot what looked like a black harley parking outside your home.

You dont immediately recognize the sound of the motorcycle as Jungkook's but once you see him taking off the helmet and shaking his messy hair, memories of high school flooded back to you when he used to talk about his dream of owning one of those.

It seems that he has finally fulfilled that dream and got his license.

You can't help but feel a little smile creeping its way to your lips. However, you also feel a tinge of annoyance as you realize that you won't have the apartment to yourself anymore, and you'll have to deal with their lovey-dovey behaviour once again.

You wonder if there will ever be a time when you can enjoy some peace and quiet in your own home without having to see the two of them kissing every two seconds.

As you walked towards the door, you tried to hide behind your sweater, hoping that Jungkook wouldn't see your face. But as you realized that the two of you had the same destination, you knew that it was a silly idea.

You continued to walk slowly and carefully, trying to be as quiet as possible. You knew that you had to be careful, but the fabric in front of your eyes made it difficult to see.

So despite your best efforts, you suddenly ran into something or someone, letting out a surprised "ouch" as you realized that you had bumped into him.

As you looked up, you couldn't help but notice his amused expression. It was the exact same one he had given you when he rejected you almost half a decade ago. You couldn't believe that after all these years, he still held the same demeanor towards you. It made you think about all of the things that had happened in the past 5 years: the friends you had made, the places you had seen, the experiences you had lived through. It was strange how life could change so much in such a short period of time, and yet some things remained the same.

You couldn't help but feel embarrassed - this was not the first time that you had made a fool out of yourself in front of him. You tried to laugh it off, but your cheeks were burning in embarrassment.

As he turned around and continued walking towards the door, ignoring you as he always did, you felt a wave of relief wash over you. It gave you some time to collect your thoughts and emotions before eventually having to face him once again in your home.

You took a deep breath and tried to think of ways to ignore them both for the rest of the weekend, maybe you could ask Hoseok if he was free, anything, honestly, to make you stay away from Jungkook.

-

You finally have a moment to yourself, and the music playing loudly through your speakers is the perfect addition to your relaxing bath. It's been a hectic few weeks since you moved in, too much happening at the same time; classes, annoying professors, the struggle of making new friends...— you've been looking forward to this weekend of self-care.

You've been too invested in the relationship between Jungkook and Jenna, actually youve been too invested in the memories that came up when you saw Jungkook around.

It was time to focus on yourself; taking matters into your own hands, you decided to hide in your room and make the most of your alone time.

So as the two lovebirds were busy preparing a homemade pizza in the kitchen—Jenna's idea, not Jungkook's—you hide in the comforts of your bathroom, tub filled up with warm–rose scented bath salt—water.

The moment you immersed yourself in the bathtub, you felt all your stress and worries melting away. You closed your eyes and let yourself drift away into a peaceful state of mind. You could hear Jenna and Jungkook giggling in the background, which made you groan.

After around 20 minutes, you turned off the music and took a deep breath. Feeling refreshed, you got up from the bathtub and wrapped yourself in a fluffy pink towel.

There was a soft knock on your door, and you hummed in response. You could immediately tell it was Jenna when she revealed herself. She smiled at you, and you couldn't help but return the gesture. "We made too much pizza," she said, "there are leftovers in the kitchen if you want some." Nodding, you thanked her and watched as she left.

Your thoughts then turned to Jungkook, again, you hoped he wasn't in the living room when you went to get the food. You didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of him again. You had already stumbled over your words the last time you saw him, and it still made you cringe.

You laughed at yourself, knowing how silly it was to be so nervous around him. He was your best friend's boyfriend. For God's sake, y/n, get your head out of the romance drama you made up in your head and focus on the important things in life!

Despite your thoughts, you found your thoughts drifting towards him more and more often, and you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be in Jennas place.

Finally, you made your way down to the kitchen and saw the leftover pizza sitting on the counter. The smell of tomato sauce and melted cheese filled the air, making your mouth water. You grabbed a slice and took a bite, savouring the flavour.

It's when you look up from your phone as you hear the guest bathroom door open, that you see Jungkook making his way back to Jenna's room in his only boxers, you can't help but feel your cheeks heat up with his presence.

But as you utter a barely audible "hi," you realize how insecure and shy you sound. You wonder why and how Jungkook still has this effect on you, even though you hadn't seen him in such a long time.

Maybe it's the way he carries himself with such confidence, knowing what he did, or how he effortlessly makes everyone love him. Whatever it is, you can't deny that he has a certain charm that draws you, and basically any human being, in.

As you continue to mindlessly scroll through your phone, you can't help but steal a few glances at Jungkook, hoping to not catch his eye and strike up another petty argument.

"Why are you still naked? Do you wanna catch a cold? Get dressed," Jungkook groans as he enters Jenna's room after cleaning up in the bathroom.

Jenna, lying in bed, stares at Jungkook with a blank expression as if to say, "What difference does it make?"

He knows that things have been weird between them lately, but he's not sure how to fix it. Jungkook feels like every little thing they do leads to an argument and then to make up sex. It's not the best way to communicate, but Jungkook doesn't know how else to get through to Jenna—He's feeling frustrated and confused. He's not exactly an expert in relationships, and Jenna seems to only want one thing from him.

Jenna giggles, clearly enjoying the attention from her boyfriend. Jungkook can't help but feel a rush of affection, but cant quite figure out if it was for her or for her body. As he watches her, her bare skin still glistens from their recent activities.

He sits down on the bed next to her and pulls her into his lap, kissing her forehead. "Don't you think we should take a break?" he asks, his voice low and husky. Jenna just grins mischievously and shakes her head. "Come on, Kook," she says, "I'm not tired yet."

Jungkook cannot help but feel a sense of annoyance at her persistence. However, he cannot deny that the moment is pleasant for him as well. Sex has always been a great escape for him, a way to forget about everything else in the world.

The way her hands roam over his smooth skin causes a shiver to run down his spine, and he finds himself giving in to her advances without resistance. The room they are in is dimly lit, but he can make out the soft curves of her body as she moves closer to him. He takes in the scent of her horrible perfume, a sweet and alluring fragrance that makes him gag.

As their lips meet, he feels a rush of adrenaline, and he knows that this moment was not the right one to think about feelings.

He has been wanting to break up with Jenna for a while now, as things just don't feel right, and he doesn't feel the way he thought he would in a relationship; happy, fun, beautiful.

It seems that every time he tries to talk to Jenna about it, she ignores him and speaks over him, completely disregarding the sad truth of their failing relationship. He has tried to communicate his feelings to her several times, but she always seems too busy or too focused on other things to give him the time and attention he deserves.

It's clear that their relationship is not what it once was, and despite only having been dating for a month or so, he knows that it may be time to move on.

It's a difficult decision to make—especially after he was convinced that she was the one—he knows is necessary for his own happiness and well-being. He'll talk to her, just not now.

-

"You're Jeon Jungkook man, you're supposed to be strong and emotionless, what happened to that dudd?" As Jungkook and Soobin walked out of practice, Soobin couldn't help but comment on how much Jungkook had changed.

Jungkook just shrugged, feeling a pang of nostalgia. He remembered the days when he was younger and had something to prove. But now, as a grown-up, he had moved past that "badboy" phase. He had a lot of responsibilities now, and he had to make sure he was always on top of his game.

Plus, he had a lot of people who looked up to him now, who saw him as a role model. It wasn't always easy, there were a lot of things he regretted, but he knew that he had to keep pushing himself, even when he didn't feel like it.

As they walked towards the locker room, Soobin could sense the change in Jungkook's demeanour. He was still the same guy, but he had grown up a lot in the past few years, and Soobin couldn't help but shake his head "whatever man, I see this girl of yours wears the pants in your relationship"

“Don't forget your fucking place Park,” Jungkook growls out. He was angry, and he didn't like the tone in Soobins voice. However, he knew that he needed to keep his cool, especially now. Taking a deep breath, he continued.

“What me and Jenna have going on is none of your concern,” he said firmly, “and if you can't accept the fact that I'm not the asshole I used to be anymore, then I'll gladly talk to the coach and get you to sit on the bleachers next match.”

Jungkook had always been a hothead, but he had been working on controlling his temper. He knew that being the captain of this team was important to him, and he didn't want to let his emotions get in the way.

As for Jenna, Jungkook knew that their relationship was nobody else's business.

In the end, Jungkook knew that he needed to focus on talking to her and break things off before the big match. He was determined to be the best player he could be, and he wasn't going to let anyone, including her, get in his way. Maybe there was still part of his past self inside of him with the way he was considering breaking Jennas heart, but it was for the better.

-

Jenna's voice could be heard over the speaker as she tried to guide you to where her laptop was. "Okay, so it's in my room, like beneath my pillows or something," she said and you tried your best to follow her instructions, but after lifting up the pillows on her bed, you still couldn't find it. You let out a groan of frustration, feeling bad that you weren't able to help her as quickly as you wanted.

Looking around in her room, you couldn't help but notice the cute decorations she had all over. She had pictures of herself with her friends, posters of her favourite bands, and even a little cactus on her nightstand. You could tell that her room was a reflection of her personality - fun, colourful, and a little bit messy.

As you continued your search throughout the room, your eyes fell upon the shirt that was hidden underneath one of her pillows. It was a plain black shirt, crumpled and creased from being tucked away. Maybe it was Jungkook's, since it seemed much too big to belong to Jenna.

You could almost imagine him lazily tossing it aside after a long day of practice, the fabric soft and comfortable against his skin.

After a few more minutes of searching, you finally found Jenna's laptop tucked away in a corner of her room. You breathed a sigh of relief. "I found it!" you exclaimed, holding it up triumphantly. Jenna let out a whoop of excitement over the phone, thanking you for your help.

“Great, now just open it and type my password. After that, you'll be able to see the doc I have open” she guides you through the phone, and you nod. “Then just take a pic of that and send it to me. You're a Saint y/n!” And with that, she hangs up, having to her next class. You hum to yourself as you try to type in the password.

Finally, after a few seconds of waiting, you're guided to what seems like a chat between her and someone else.

At first, you try to click away, but when you accidentally miss the ‘x’ button, your eyes suddenly wander to the messages. You start reading them out of curiosity, but as you go on, you realize that they're explicit texts to someone that isn't Jungkook.

The messages were full of flirty comments, unfunny jokes, and plans to catch up.

The more you read, the more you feel like the biggest bitch on earth for reading Jenna's private messages. You see a side of her that you've never seen before - she's flirty, straightforward, and... kind of a—you don't even want to say it but; a cheater.

As you reach the end of the chat, you feel a sense of disappointment and betrayal. You had no idea that Jenna was cheating on Jungkook, her boyfriend, and it makes you question the trustworthiness of her as a friend in general.

You wonder how long Jenna had been hiding this from Jungkook and what other secrets she might be keeping. It's a complicated situation and you don't know what to do about it.

You close the laptop and leave, feeling a mix of emotions - anger, sadness, disappointment, and confusion. Was Jenna really cheating on Jungkook?

Thinking about what you should do next you breathe out. Should you confront Jenna about it? Should you tell Jungkook? Or should you just keep it to yourself and pretend like you never saw it?

All these thoughts are racing through your mind as you try to make sense of what you just read. This wasn't good, nope, not at all.

-

As Jungkook stood in front of Jenna's and yours dorm room, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over him. He had been dreading this moment for days if not weeks, ever since he realized that he could no longer continue their relationship. Jenna had been what he thought was the love of his life for the past few weeks, but now he knew that it was time to move on—that he'd been in love with the idea of her, but not with her.

He took a deep breath and glanced around the hallway, trying to gather his thoughts. It was eerily quiet, with only the sound of his own breathing and the occasional creak of the floorboards disturbing the silence. A few students roamed around the floors, having come back from partying or the library.

He wondered what Jenna was doing on the other side of the door. Was she studying? Hanging out with friends? Or was she waiting for him, just as nervous as he was?

Jungkook shook his head, trying to clear his mind. He knew that he had to go through with this this time, no matter how hard it was. He couldn't keep leading Jenna on, pretending that everything was okay when it wasn't—Pretending that he loved her, when he didn't. It wasn't fair to her, and it wasn't fair to him.

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook knocked on the door, hearing a rustling sound from inside, and then the door swung open. You stood there, looking as beautiful as ever, and Jungkook felt his resolve falter. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't come out.

"Hey," you said, barely smiling at him. "If youre looking for Jenna," you start, dragging "She's not home"

Jungkook hesitated for a moment, surprised to see you instead of Jenna at the door.

Taking a deep breath, he shaking his head lightly. "I- okay," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your smile faded, and your expression turned serious. "Okay,"

As you turn to close the door, you notice his foot blocking your way. You look at him with a frown "let me close the door."

He bites his lip and lets out a sigh before asking, "Can I come in?" You glare at him and respond, "I already told you that Jenna is not here. Why would you even want to come in?" You can't help but feel a sense of frustration and disbelief at his persistence. You wonder what could possibly be so important that he would risk crossing the boundary you've set. But before you can voice your thoughts, his expression softens and he looks at you with a hint of vulnerability.

"I just need to talk to someone," he says quietly. Suddenly, you feel a twinge of sympathy and curiosity. The old funnt feeling in your belly once again returning, begging you to let him in.

You take a deep breath and decide to give him a chance. "Okay," you say, stepping aside to let him in. "Come in.”

It had been an incredibly long five minutes since you and Jungkook had found yourselves seated at the kitchen counter, surrounded by the calming sounds of birds chirping outside. You couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness and shyness, as though you were 15 years old again, all because of Jungkook's intense gaze.

With time seemingly creeping by and the silence between you two growing more and more, you finally mustered up the courage to break the ice and whisper, "So? What are you thinking about?".

Jungkook took a deep breath before replying, "I came here to break up with Jenna." You watched as he chugged the coffee you made him, and your mind raced to make sense of what was happening. You tried to recall if there were any signs of trouble in their relationship, but no, everything seemed fine. Everything except for the fact that Jenna was cheating on him—wait did this mean he knew?

You wondered if there was someone else for him too, but you quickly dismissed the thought.

"I-huh?" you stuttered, feeling confused and unsure. "Why?" you finally managed to ask, desperate for an explanation. Jungkook shifted in his seat, avoiding eye contact. "It's just not working out," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. You felt a lump form in your throat, his coldness reminding you too much of the past.

You hesitated, unsure of what to do. You couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt for knowing something that Jenna didn't. On the other hand, you didn't want to get involved in their relationship. As you thought about what to do, you realized that you didn't really know Jenna as well as you thought you did. You wondered what kind of person she really was outside of your friendship.

Meanwhile, Jungkook's intense gaze was fixed solely on you. You could feel his eyes boring into your soul, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze. You were lost in thought, trying to reconcile your feelings of guilt with your desire to stay out of Jenna and Jungkook's relationship drama. Finally, he decided to break the silence.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked you, hoping to distract yourself from your own thoughts.

As you utter the word "you", you immediately realize that it might have sounded a bit weird. In an effort to backtrack and correct the situation, you quickly add, "I mean, not you, but what you just said."

Jungkook's eyes remain fixed on you as he hums and asks, "how well do you know Jenna, y/n?" You feel yourself melting under his piercing gaze. You take a deep breath before responding, "We met because we were both looking for an apartment, and we became pretty close very fast." You pause, thinking of how to describe her. "She's...," you begin, but he cuts you off. "Do you think she has a secret side?" he asks.

You hadn't thought of it that way, but now that he mentions it, you start to wonder. "I don't know," you reply, "but there's definitely more to her than meets the eye. She's one of the most interesting people I've ever met." In your mind, you're trying to give him clues to her cheating, but it might have not worked out hat well once you actually spoke it out.

As he rested his head in his palms and spoke, "She's a special girl, isn't she?", you couldn't help but notice the longing in his voice. You nod, unsure of what to say. He continues, "That's why I fell for her. She's beautiful, outgoing, and straightforward. But, as it turns out, she's only interested in sex and nothing more." He laughs, "I mean, I'm the same way, but Jenna is just 100 times worse at hiding it than I am. It's really a shame, because I thought there was something more there, something deeper. But, I guess it was all just physical attraction." He leans back in his chair, a look of smugness on his face.

As you look at Jungkook, you can't help but wonder if he really thought that this was funny. After all, he was smirking broadly as he broke the news to you. You frown and ask him, "You're not sad that you're breaking up with her?"

Jungkook just sighs and replies, "I don't want to, but it's just time to go our separate ways. We had a great run, and I'm grateful for the memories we've shared or whatever. However, I need to focus on the more important things in my life."

You can't believe what you're hearing. You mutter under your breath, "I can't believe this. You say you've changed, yet you're still the same jerk you were five years ago, Jeon." You feel a sense of disappointment as you realize that Jungkook hasn't really changed as much as he claimed to have.

“What do you mean?” he scoffs, tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he looks down at you with a sneer. You're suddenly hit with a flood of memories. It's like a movie playing out in your head. You see yourself in high school, surrounded by a group of people, with him standing in front of you as you asked him out. You remember feeling embarrassed and unsure of how to act. You thought you were being tough by telling him, but it seems like that's not how Jungkook saw it.

“You don't remember at all? How you rejected me and humiliated me in front of the whole school? A simple ‘no’ would've been enough.”

He feels a pang of guilt and regret. He had no idea that his stupid actions had caused you so much pain.

You can't help but feel angry at his words. “You're still an asshole,” you continue to somehow yell, sitting up from your seat. “And you deserved getting cheated on, you piece of shit.” You're not sure where the words are coming from, but they feel cathartic.

You're not the same person you were in high school, and you refuse to let him bring you back to that place.

Jungkook's face contorts with rage as he stands up from his chair. His eyes are flashing with anger as he glares at the person in front of him. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest and his palms start to sweat. He takes a deep breath before speaking, trying to keep his cool.

“You have no idea what you're talking about,” he spits out. “You think you're so perfect, with your perfect grades and your perfect face and your perfect parents, but you're just a hypocrite. You have no right to judge me.”

He continues to fume silently as he paces back and forth across the room, trying to calm himself down. He can feel his blood boiling and his head throbbing with anger. He takes another deep breath and tries to collect his thoughts.

"You know what? I'm tired of people like you. You act like you're better than everyone else, but you're not. You're just a bully. You think you can get away with saying whatever you want to people, but you can't." You reply

He pauses for a moment, still pacing. "I may not be perfect, but at least I'm honest. I'm not afraid to admit my faults and try to improve myself. You should try it sometime."

You feel a surge of anger in response to his words. “I'm not judging you,” you retort. “I'm just calling out your behavior. You can't treat people like garbage and expect them to stick around.”

Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head. “You don't understand anything. You never have.” With that, he storms out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Only for him to bump right in Jenna who was casually walking into the apartment.

"What's going on?"

-

Jenna was crying on her bed as you sat next to her, passing her another tissue. "He's such an asshole," she said, her voice cracking with emotion. You wanted to comfort her, to tell her that everything would be okay, but you knew that she wasn't the best in the relationship either.

After a moment of silence, you spoke up. "Jenna, I know it hurts right now, but maybe this is for the best. You deserve someone who treats you with respect and kindness, not someone who makes you feel like this."

Jenna nodded, wiping away her tears. "I know you're right, but it still hurts so much."

You put your arm around her, pulling her close. You could feel the warmth of her body through your clothes, and the scent of her strong perfume filled your senses. "I'm here for you, Jenna," you whispered softly. "We'll get through this together."

Jenna looked up at you with tears in her eyes, mascara running down her cheeks. "Thank you," she said with a weak smile. "You're so nice, y/n. How do you manage to always put everyone else first, but never yourself?"

You thought about her question for a moment, trying to find the right words. "I guess it's just the way I was raised," you said finally. "My parents always taught me to be kind and considerate of others, and I suppose it's just become a part of who I am."

Jenna listened intently to your words, nodding thoughtfully as she took them in. "I really admire your kindness," she said with a pout. "I often wish that I could be more like you. Unfortunately, my parents tend to brush off my problems as if they're insignificant. It can be so frustrating at times." She let out a deep exaggerated sigh and continued, "I can't imagine how difficult it must be for you to face the challenges you and your family do every day. You're so strong, y/n. I wish I had even a fraction of your strength."

Despite her words, you couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy about the way she had hinted at your financial situation. While it's true that you didn't come from money, it had nothing to do with the situation right now.

You awkwardly smile and pat her shoulder, trying to reassure her. "It might be a good idea for you to get some rest. Why don't you invite some of your other friends over for a sleepover? It could be fun."

Jenna gasps, clearly surprised by your offer. "You'd do that?" she asks, her eyes lighting up. You scowl "do what?".

"Leave for he weekend so I can have my friends over!" Jenna's face lights up as she starts to plan out who she can invite.

"Can you stay at Hyun-seok's place, or whatever his name was?" she asks, referring to your other friend. You raise an eyebrow. "Hoseok?" you ask, correcting her pronunciation. "I could ask him, but I'm not sure if he's available this weekend. Maybe I can just stay here-"

"Don't be ridiculous y/n!" Jenna exclaimed, a sly smile on her face. "This place is already small, we'd be too many if you stayed." You internally roll your eyes, wondering how you ever thought Jenna was a true friend.

She was the popular girl at school, and now it seemed that she was more interested in keeping up appearances, seemingly embarrassed to be seen with you. Now that you think about it, she never invited any of her friends over when you were at home either.

As you stand up to leave, you can't help but feel a sense of betrayal. It was clear that your friendship with Jenna had changed, and you weren't sure if it would ever be the same again.

"You're a sweetheart Y/n!" She yells after you, but you just bang your door shut behind you as you walk into your room.

-

The chairs at the library were uncomfortable but you had no other alternative but to sleep on them for the night. Hoseok, your only friend, was visiting his family and you were not particularly close to anyone else.

You couldn't help but feel a pang of loneliness as you thought about Jenna's fun night with her friends. The image of her laughing and gossiping with her friends while wearing facemasks and watching their favorite movies made you realize just how much you missed those carefree days spent with your own friends back in high school. You wondered why you weren't there with her, enjoying pizza and banter, sharing stories of your own.

But then, another thought crossed your mind. Was Jenna really a good friend? Was she always there for you, like you were for her? Or was she just using you, taking advantage of your kindness and generosity?

As you pondered these thoughts, you realized that maybe it was time to stop being so nice to everyone. Maybe it was time to start prioritizing your own needs and desires rather than constantly putting others first. It would be a difficult transition, but you knew that it was necessary for your own growth and happiness. And who knows, maybe in the process, you'd discover new friendships that were more meaningful and fulfilling than the ones you had before-

"Y/n?"

Jungkook's sudden appearance startled you, causing your heart to race with shock. You couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine as he stood before you, his piercing gaze fixed on you. You watched as he held a few books in his hand, seemingly unaware of the effect his presence had on you.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice low and commanding. You straightened up, feeling somewhat intimidated by him. "Studying? What else does one do at the library?" you answered in a somewhat defensive tone, quickly snatching the blanket off you.

As you sat there, you couldn't help but think about how strange it was to be alone in the library with Jungkook. Especially after the events of yesterday.

“Really? Looked like you were ready to fall asleep just now” Jungkook teased. You shifted uncomfortably and let out a long sigh.

“What happened?” Jungkook asked softly, moving closer to you. You scooted back a bit, hesitant to let him get too close. "Nothing, really," you replied, trying to play it cool. “I'm just here to study, but Jenna was being a bit loud, and it's hard to concentrate,” you explained.

Jungkook didn't seem convinced. He looked at you with a concerned expression and said, "Y/n, I know you're not telling me everything. You can trust me, you know that."

"That's all it is, I don't know why youre-"

“I don't get you” he starts “you tell me I'm an asshole for being mean, and now that I'm trying to be nice to you, you reject me?” You feel a twinge of guilt. He was right, you did tell him to change.

“I'm sorry... I didn't mean to-" you shrug "to treat you like this just now"

Clearing his throat, Jungkook wakes up from his daydream of staring deeply into your eyes. He looks around the library, taking in the blank walls and the single window.

Breaking the silence, Jungkook turns to you and asks, "So... what's up? Did Jenna kick you out?" You gasp, surprised at his wild guess. "Uhm..."

Jungkook chuckles lightly and explains, "I walked past your place earlier and heard a bunch of giggling and music. Figured you and Jenna were having a party or something."

You nod. "But now that you're here... she kicked you out didn't she?"

You glance around the room, noticing how bare it looks. "Do you think they should redecorate?" you ask, disregarding his question and gesturing at the walls. Jungkook looks around and nods thoughtfully. "Yeah, they could definitely use some new decorations," he agrees, his hand finding yours.

"Y/n," he spoke up, concern etched in his features. "Are you sure you don't have anywhere else to stay?" His voice was soft, yet demanding, as if he already knew the answer.

You bit your lip, not wanting to meet his eyes. You knew it was foolish of you not to fight Jenna when she 'oh so nicely' kicked you out. But you didn't have much of a choice.

He sighed, his expression softening. "Well, you're welcome to stay with me for as long as you need," he offered. You looked up, surprised. You were grateful for his kindness, but also apprehensive about imposing on him for too long. You couldn't help but reflect on how much things have changed since high school.

Back then, you and Jungkook weren't even classmates. You couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy about the idea of depending on him for the weekend. "When I said you should be nicer to people, I didn't mean for you to be nicer to me, Jungkook," you sighed. "It's clear we don't get along, you fucked me over in high school, and let's just say I wasn't particularly nice to you either these past few weeks," you continued. "Let's just- there's nothing that holds us together: we don't have mutual friends or classes."

“But I want to help you,” Jungkook reasons, his voice soft and sincere. He takes a deep breath, his hand still resting on yours. “I know we fought the other day, y/n, and I get if you don't particularly like me, but sometimes we have to set our egos aside and let others help us. You don't have to go through this alone.”

You look down at your intertwined hands, unsure of what to say. “Last time I did that, it didn't really work out, now did it?” you hiss, pulling your hand away.

Jungkook's expression hardens, and he nods. “I'm not saying you have to trust me completely, but maybe give me a chance to prove that ive changed.”

-

As you step into Jungkook's apartment, a large dog greets you with excitement, wagging its tail and jumping around you. It takes you by surprise and you squeak in delight.

"Bam, house!" Jungkook commands, and the dog immediately stops jumping and obediently steps away. "Sorry, that's Bam, my puppy," he says, slightly embarrassed.

You take a closer look at the dog and realize that it is not a puppy at all, but rather a fully grown doberman.

“Puppy? He's huge” your eyes are still wide in surprise.

"Yeahhh" Jungkook blushes. "Well, the guest room is over there, we could order some food if you'd like-"

“I think you've done enough already” you stop him.

You pause for a moment before continuing, “I'm really grateful for you to let me sleep here tonight.” You bow and make your way over to the room he pointed at.

As you close the door behind you, you feel a sense of relief wash over you. Finally, you have a safe place to rest without people constantly shuffling around you like they did in the library earlier.

The room is small but cozy, with a soft bed and a warm blanket. You curl up under the covers after changing and take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the day slowly melt away.

You hope that Jungkooks didn't think you're a weirdo for rejecting ordering dinner but the possibility that your heart might start longing for him again, if he kept being so nice to you, was looming over your mind.

Perhaps you were already too far gone, so deeply lost in your feelings that it seemed impossible to extract yourself. It's possible that your heart has always belonged to him, and that you've held onto that love for so long that it has become a part of you.

Maybe you never let go in the first place.

-

Jenna: I heard you're at Jungkook's place

As you read Jenna's message, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. A frown crept onto your face, and you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of your stomach. How did she know?

You: I didn't have anywhere else to stay, and he offered me to sleep at his for the weekend

Jenna: you're a real bitch you know

Reading the text message, you feel a sense of confusion and anger welling up inside you. You can't help but furrow your eyebrows in confusion, wondering where this sudden change in tone is coming from. The fact that it's almost 3 am only adds to your confusion - maybe she's drunk and not thinking straight?

You realize that maybe sleeping at ex-boyfriends place wasn't the smartest idea, which only adds to the complexity of the situation.

You: You kicked me out

Jenna is typing

Jenna is online

Jenna is typing

Jenna is calling you

"You fucking bitch you offered to leave!" Jenna screamed over the phone as soon as you answered.

You tried to explain, "I wanted you to invite your friends over so you could feel better," but she cut you off.

"I mean, are you stupid?" she asked, her voice dripping with disdain. "Why would I want you there when my friends are over? That's just embarrassing."

As you listened to Jenna rant, you couldn't help but feel hurt. Up until this evening you had always thought that you were good friends, but now it seemed like she didn't even want to be around you.

After a few minutes, Jenna's tirade began to peter out. She let out a deep sigh and said, "Look, I'm sorry. You feel hurt, but let's be real, you understand where I'm coming from right?" Her bitchy tone makes you roll your eyes.

"It's okay," you said, feeling a bit numb. "I understand that you're going through a tough time, but you don't have to take it out on me."

Jenna was quiet for a moment before responding. "You're out"

“W-what” you stutter, trying to make sense of her words. You feel an emptiness in your chest as you hear her talk. “I said I'm kicking you out, you fake fucking bitch," she continues, her voice rising. "What did you do huh? Did you fuck him? Bet you liked it, you were always envious of us.”

You take a deep breath and try to stay calm. It's not the first time you've been accused of something you didn't do. You know that she's just trying to hurt you.

Jenna hangs up before you could reply, leaving you feeling a sense of disappointment. You feel a teardrop rolling down your cheek, but before you can wipe it away, the door slams open, revealing Jungkook.

You're surprised and a bit embarrassed, caught in a moment of vulnerability. "I might have eavesdropped," he admits with a hint of anger. You swallow hard and take a deep breath, trying to regain your composure. "I'm okay," you manage to say, hoping to convince both him and yourself that you're fine. But Jungkook seems to see right through you. "Are you sure?" he asks, his expression softening. Suddenly, you feel a sense of comfort in his presence, and you find yourself pouring out your heart to him.

"I don't know," you say, your voice shaking slightly. "Jenna kicked me out".

“Wait what?” he asked incredulously as his shoulders dropped. “Why is she doing that? Can she even do that? Isn't the apartment under both your names?” He asked, walking closer and sitting beside you.

You shrug, and pause for a moment. You think back to the heated argument and the feelings of frustration and anger start to rise up again. You take a deep breath before answering his question, hoping to keep your emotions in check. “She heard I'm staying at your place and got mad” you admit. “And yes, the apartment is under our name. It's just frustrating that she's trying to control my life in this way,” you add.

"what do you think I should do?” you ask.

Jungkook appeared to be surprised by your question, his eyebrows raising slightly. Tongue playing with his piercing as he just stared at you for a second or two. You could tell that he was caught off guard, but also pleased that you were seeking his opinion. "I think it might be good for you to consider moving out," he said sincerely.

You couldn't help but laugh at his suggestion. "Very funny, Jungkook," you replied. "Do I really look like I have enough money to live on my own? I depend on Jenna for so much."

"Well-"

Oh no, you know where this was going. “And I'm not moving in with you,” you interrupt him. You could see the disappointment in his eyes, but you had to be honest with him. “Jungkook, I know you're trying to be a better person, but this would be too much,” you clarify.

“I understand,” he says. “I just thought it would be easier if-” You smile at him, relieved that he is not angry with you. “I'll find a way,” you say. “I always do.” You sigh, taking a last look at the clock, 3am.

As you look at him, you can't help but wonder if he's really changed.

As you two sit there, staring at each other in confusion, you realize that this is it - the moment you've been waiting for since you were 14 years old. But rather than feeling butterflies in your tummy, you panic as Jungkook leans in, his emotions getting the better of him. You turn your face so that he only kisses your cheek, and you can't help but feel a sense of disappointment.

"Goodnight" you whisper, laying down and closing your eyes.

In the darkness, you can hear Jungkook sigh softly. You wonder what he's thinking, and if he's feeling the same sense of regret that you are.

You wish you could read his mind, but you know that's impossible. All you can do is close your eyes and hope that tomorrow will bring some clarity to... everything.

"Goodnight"

-

"Mornin'" You walk into the kitchen, still feeling groggy from just waking up. Last night, having left you more tired than ever.

As you look up, you're surprised to see not only Jungkook but also Kim Namjoon, who you know is the president of several clubs on campus, though you can't quite remember which ones. You greet them with a tentative "Hello?" and raise an eyebrow in question.

Jungkook, being Jungkook, takes charge of the situation and interrupts Namjoon as he begins to speak. "Sit down, y/n," he says, gesturing to an empty chair at the kitchen table.

As you take a seat, you can't help but feel a sense of unease in the pit of your stomach. Jungkook's serious expression only adds to your anxiety. "What's going on?" you ask, trying to mask the shakiness in your voice.

Both men look at each other for a second before Jungkook nods to the older,

Namjoon takes a deep breath before delivering the news. "Jenna got kicked out of college," he says, his voice heavy with concern.

“What,?” you manage to say, eyes wide in shock. “What happened? What did she do? Did she-” Jungkook is the first to calm you down, placing a hand on your shoulder, careful not to cross any boundaries.

“She was caught selling drugs,” he informs you, leaving you in disbelief. You try to process the information, your mind racing with questions. How long had she been doing this? Did she have a drug problem herself?

Jungkook must have sensed your confusion, because he starts to explain further. "Apparently, shes had been involved in selling drugs for quite some time now."

As you looked at Jungkook with watery eyes, you couldn't help but think about how much Jenna had meant to you. You wanted to protect her from anything and everything that could harm her at one point, but now, you just felt pity. "Did you know?"

"No" Jungkook makes sure to sound serious "I didn't"

You can't help but feel a mix of emotions. Part of you is angry that she would put herself in such a dangerous situation, but another part of you feels almost relieved.

You feel a pang of sympathy for Jenna, even if she was the biggest bitch to you these past few days.

You ask, "So what now?" feeling uneasy and fidgeting with your hands. Namjoon responds, "Her belongings are being picked up from her apartment, and she's being sent to a boarding school. She'll be safe and out of harm's way." You nod, relieved to hear that she'll be alright. Jungkook shakes his head and adds, "Rich people, man. She should have..." Before Jungkook can finish his thought, you interject, "Hopefully she'll learn from this experience and make better choices in the future."

You can't help but feel a tinge of sadness for your ex-friend, but you know that this is the best option for her. Perhaps being away from her usual environment will help her turn her life around.

-

"I think it looks good," you say, looking around the room with a smile. The space was small, but cozy, and you felt grateful to Jungkook for convincing you to stay with him until you found an apartment you could afford.

You glance over at him and see him nodding in agreement. "It looks cute," he says with a smile. You feel a sense of warmth in your chest, this time not trying to push it away but rather embracing it.

As you look around the room, you can't help but think about all of the things you still need to do. You make a mental list in your head: find a job, save up for a security deposit, and start looking for a new place. Your thoughts are interrupted when Jungkook speaks up. "All because I helped you," he says with a chuckle.

"Who knew you'd actually turn out to be nice?" You playfully punch him in the arm, grateful for his company and lightheartedness during this stressful time.

Things will be weird the first few days or weeks. However, it is a natural part of the process, and with time and effort, things will get better.

“You did help a lot” you note with gratitude, nodding. “I really appreciate it. I don't know what I would have done without you.”

"Are you sure that-" Your insecurities get the better of you once more, and you begin to worry if you might be a burden. However, Jungkook interrupts your thoughts with a frown and a stern warning. “I'll kick you out if you don't stop saying stuff like that,” he says with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

He walks closer to you and playfully pinches your side, his nose scrunching up in the way you'd always found so adorable. You smile, feeling a sense of safety and comfort in his presence.

"Fine," you giggle, pushing him away. The excitement of the moment is almost too much to handle. You look around the room and marvel at the fact that you are finally living with someone who isnt trying to constantly put you down.

It's truly a dream come true. You can't help but feel a sense of overwhelming accomplishment and gratitude for all the hard work and effort that you've put in to reach this point. You've gone through so much to get here, from falling in love and experiencing heartbreak, to moving away and even dealing with the complicated situation of having your best friend date Jungkook but even when things didn't go as planned and they broke up, you found a way to stay close to each other and build a stronger bond than ever before.

You're happy that you can look back on all those challenges with pride and satisfaction, knowing that you've overcome them.

“Uhh I'm really feeling hungry right now,” you begin, your stomach growling loudly. You turn your head to face Jungkook, who is already staring at you intently. “Would you like to grab some lunch together?” you ask, feeling a warm blush creeping up your neck at how close he is to you.

You can't help but notice the way his eyes sparkle as he mindlessly nods his head in agreement, and you feel a flutter in your chest.

"It's funny, isn't it?" you laugh, "how everything led us back together, like-" you stop to think "It's crazy to think that, out of all the people in the world and all the paths we could have taken, we ended up here, together."

Looking back, there were so many little moments that brought you closer and closer.

"It's almost as if the universe was conspiring to bring us together" Jungkook smiles, eyes on you and only you.

You smile, shaking your head. "You're such a liar," you say, and as you turn to leave, you feel a strong grip around your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

For a moment, you're unsure of what's going on, but before you can say anything, Jungkook's lips meet yours in a soft, unexpected kiss.

You're surprised by the intensity of the moment, but as you relax into his embrace, you realize that this is what you've been wanting all along. Jungkook's kiss is tender and loving, and you feel a sense of safety and belonging that you've never experienced before.

As your lips part, you look into his eyes and know that this is only the beginning of something really really special between the two of you.

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Escapism-MYG

Synopsis: how naive were you to think you found the one when it was so obvious that he was making a fool of you. But you weren't gonna sit around and mope while he's having fun with your so called best friend. Good thing certain someone was more than happy to help you out. And it made you wonder that if you had chosen him since the very beginning, would you have not gotten hurt?

Genre/ warnings: romance, angst, smut, raw sex, cheating, getting revenge on douche ex, misogyny,ex's enemy au, mob boss yoongi, making out, grinding, body worshipping, panty sniffing,oral(f receiving) vagina sniffing,love making.

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I found myself in a shit position

"we need to talk"

All the excitement that you had about finally having a date with your loving boyfriend after weeks, drained the moment those words left his lips.

Although you did sense that something was wrong the moment he showed up at your house rather than the designated meeting spot which was the restaurant in which you had your first date. Still, you didn't let yourself think about negative thoughts as you gave him a nod with a small smile.

He didn't return the smile.

You followed him to your living room all ready and dressed up for the date night. A little part of you still thinking that you both would be going to the restaurant as planned after the talk.

How stupid.

"what's up?" you hoped the nervousnsess didn't showed in your voice as you say on the other end of the couch now suddenly aware of the huge distance between you both "jihyeok?-" "it was a mistake" now along with nervousnsess you were also feeling very confused as you looked at him with raised eyebrows. "what was a mistake?" your gut feeling told you that you wouldn't like the answer.

And it was right.

"look" he sighed rubbing his face with his hands with a tight jaw as you silently looked at him with a sick feeling bubbling inside you "can you please tell me what did you do?-" "i-i slept with Ina" for a second your face went blank. Truly because your brain hadn't registered his words because they didn't make any sense. Him, your boyfriend having sex with your best friend ina-

No words came out of your mouth as you slowly processed the situation. Your face still blank and lips still parted as you looked down at your hands folded on your lap.

Everything he said next came out blurry because the only thing which was running inside your brain was him, your boyfriend of 2 years cheating on you with your best friend of 10 years. The one you met when you were 14 and the one who stayed by your side with step of life.

"I was drunk-" excuse "it was an accident-" excuse "she threw herself on me-" more excuses "you were always busy and she was just there-" god you were so tired of hearing his voice "and it was your fault too, if you weren't so busy-" "can you shut your mouth? I don't really want to hear your voice" his eyes widened in surprise when your blank one met his. The audacity is so amusing.

You stood up, dusting off the imaginary dust off your dress before looking at him. He was still frozen. You scoffed rolling your eyes as you looked away from him. God you can't believe it. How did you waste two years of your life with this piece of shit?

A part of you wanted to hear him. Just to see if he feels a little bit of regret for his actions. But another part of you tells you there is no use. He has already blamed you like it was your fault he had to cheat so what's the use of hearing his useless words?

"get out" if he looked surprised before then you don't know what he's feeling right how as he looked at you with his mouth ajar "w-what-" guess he expected you to act differently. You sighed rubbing your forehead at the forming headache. How in the world can someone be so stupid? Now that you think about it, the signs were so clear.

"jihyeok" he looked at you with what you recognised as hope. Stupid, so stupid. "get out of my house" you watched the hope shatter into small pieces just like your heart. Instead, his jaw tightened and his eyes started showing anger as he stood up as well "what? You're just gonna throw 2 years away over a single mistake?" he has to be joking. Shaking your head you crossed your arms over your chest, tilting your chin up "do you really want to do this right now?" it was a small warning. But you forgot he was stupid enough to not understand.

He scoffed shoving his hands in his pockets as he stared at you smugly "don't pretend like I'm the only one at fault y/n. You're as much guilty as I am. It was just an accident and if you weren't always so busy then it wouldn't have happened-" "your dick went inside her by accident? I didn't know something like that can happen by accident, ji. What? Did you slipped or something?" his face redenned as he stuttered to find another excuse but you didn't let him continue.

"so you slept with my friend behind my back by accident because I was busy trying to make money to support your dreams. You shouldn't skip the important part baby" you stared at him with disappointment as your nails dug in your arms. No you won't show him your weakness.

He opened and closed his mouth like a gaping fish as he balled his fists "w-well-" "and I should add that every time I made time so we could spend it together, you were the one who called every date last minute. Why? Because you would spend your free time playing games rather than being with me" you smirked when you realised he wasn't meeting your eyes. That's what you thought.

"now get out. No don't contact me again. Glad she was satisfied by your small friend" oops. That surely hit a sore spot.

The man that I love sat me down last night and he told me it was over

Dumb decision

He looked at you with anger as he walked passed you, intentionally bumping into your shoulder as he made his way to the front door. But of course he just has to say something to repair his bruised ego.

"don't get so happy y/n. Just because you make more money doesn't mean you're superior to me. Remember, you were just a stress reliever. I lost feelings for you a long time ago. At least she understood me and wouldn't bitch around when it came to keeping the house clean" he smirked as you grew silent. Looks like he mistook your silence for hurt. "you can't even do most of the house work, of course a man would leave you for something better"

"jihyeok" "what?" the smug smile told you he expected you to apologise and crawl back. Poor him. "you're in no place to teach me how to be a woman. If you're such a man, why were you eating off your girlfriend's salary since the last year?" it was your turn to smile as you saw his face fall "and please don't call yourself a man. You're insulting the whole spieces" you winked as you raised your hand "also, just because she sucked your cock doesn't mean she'll support you. Good luck finding a job and paying the rent by yourself. And I also expect you to return me all the money I spent on your rent since the last year" you watched his eyes filling with fear and his hands shook as he stared at your hand which was lifting the middle finger "now get out"

~•~

The moment your door closed, your knees gave in. Your heart hurt. So much that you could physically feel it squeezing painfully as broken sobs spilled from your lips. You didn't let your tears fall when he was in front of you. No way in hell you would let him see you at your weakest. But now it was like a damn broke free as you struggled to take deep breaths. How can you be so stupid? You should have seen this coming a long time ago. All the lingering touches, the stolen glances, the time you found her in your apartment with him alone.

"we wanted to surprise you!" they both smiled brightly causing you to smile too.

But at that time you failed to notice that how did she knew that you were going home early that day. You smiled bitterly. They were just lucky that day.

You took a deep breath and wiped your face before standing up on shaky legs. You will not cry over him. No, you will never allow yourself to cry over the people who didn't deserve to be called humans. Ignoring your ringing phone you made your way to the kitchen and washed your face. The lighted screen told you who was calling

"ina💖"

You scoffed as you cut the call and blocked her number. You had no interest in listening to her excuses. You had a feeling they both were together right now.

A part of you wanted to cut them off from your life forever but another part of you wanted to hurt them just like they hurt you. It was worse that you knew just the best way to do that. It was even worse that you knew who would help you take your revenge.

Your hands shook as your thumb hovered over his name and his words came to your mind.

"whatever you need, I'll do my best to make it happen. It won't matter how long I need to wait. Just say the word and it's done. I hope you'll give me a chance, doll"

Taking a deep breath you pressed the phone to your ear. Surprisingly, he picked up almost immediately and a warmth spread inside you when his deep voice hit your ears.

"I was waiting for you,doll" you looked down at your feet as you felt fresh tears filling your eyes and you hoped the small sniffle would go unnoticed by him. But of course it didn't. He noticed everything when it came to you. "you're crying?" you pictured him clenching his jaw as his voice took a dangerous tilt. One that used to scare you. You ignored his question as you took a shaky breath and whispered "does your offer still stand?" he was silent for a moment before mumbling "yes" you nodded even though he can't see it and sat on the chair of your dinning table "then will you let me use you?" you held your breath as you anticipated his answer and you felt your body relaxing when he rasped "use me angel. Tell me what do I need to do"

"pretend you're in love with me" you whispered hearing a long exhale on the other side "don't need to pretend for that,doll" your heart started pounding as you looked down, again ignoring the flutter of your heart "pretend you're willing to die for me" "can't" your eyes widened ''why?" ''because I would die for you angel"

As your words died down in your throat, you wondered what would have happened if you had made different choices in the past.

"why can't you trust me?!" he panted as he gripped your shoulders. You looked up at him with pained eyes as you hoped he wouldn't notice your tears under the heavy rain. But of course he did. Breathing heavily he leaned his forehead against yours "what changed y/n?" a sob left your lips as you shaked your head, weakly pushing him "I'm still the same guy you fell for. And you're still the same girl I fell for" he whispered hoarsly as you gripped his suit jacket, pulling him closer until your lips were barely touching. You pressed your lips on his for a brief moment before another sob broke free from your throat as you whispered "I'm scared of you yoongi" that was the end of it.

If 3 years ago you had trusted him, forced yourself to trust him, then maybe your life would have been a lot different.

"what else doll" "don't kill him" "depends" his dry voice forced a small giggle out of you as you wiped your eyes but the smile soon died down when he asked "what did he do baby girl?" you almost didn't want to tell him because you knew he wouldn't be able to control his anger if he knew. But you have to tell him. "he cheated" the moment your small whisper reached his ears was the moment he saw red. His voice may seem calm but in his head, he was already thinking about the many ways he could torture the piece of shit. But of course you always knew how to calm him down "yoongi promise me you won't do anything" you heard him taking a deep breath before he grunted "what do you want me to do?" "can you find out where he is right now?" "that's easy. 'course I can"

Of course he can. Sometimes you forget who he is.

~•~

Now I don't wanna feel how my heart is ripping

Fact I don't wanna feel so I stick to sipping

And im out of the town with a simple mission

In my little black dress,And this shit is sittin

You met him outside the club as you both planned. Well he planned. He had sent a car for you because of course he wouldn't let you come alone when it as dark outside. He never took any risks when it came to you. And maybe you knew why. Maybe it was because you were the easiest way to threaten him.

You felt your breath catching in your throat when you saw him. Looking as handsome as he was 3 years ago. You last saw him when he was 24 and you were 21. Now you're 24 and he is 27. "yoongi" you breathed as you stood in front of him. His eyes were soft as he took you in and your breath stuttered when you felt his hand gently holding your smaller one "hey doll" he mumbled softly as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. Just like he used to.

You heart hurt when you think about the time you spent away from him. Even if you were in a relationship with jihyeok, a small part of you still belonged to him. He didn't said anything more but his eyes did. They held so many different emotions as he kept staring at you intensely. "let's go"

You nodded and held his arm softly as you both started walking inside the famous club. He found out that your ex and ex best friend were both in here together. It may seem petty to make your ex jealous and regret his actions. But after spending almost your life trying to be considerate of others, you wanted to be petty. And yoongi had no problem with that. He still thinks you're being considerate to that shit head by not letting him make that dicker regret in his way but he'll support you no matter what you do.

All eyes were on you both the moment you stepped inside the club. You can't blame them. You knew you both looked great. In the two years you saw yoongi twice. Both were the once when he couldn't help it. When he missed you too much. And both of those times you saw him in his three piece suit. Right now he looked lethally gorgeous in a leather jacket, ripped Jeans and chunky boots while you wore a sleeveless black dress which came to your mid thighs. Even though his jacket, you could feel the bulge of his gun pressing against your hips.

It didn't take long to catch them, making out at the bar without a care in the world. Like they haven't betrayed the one person who loved them both genuinely. You could feel tears filling your eyes at the sight but yoongi cupped your face and made you look at him "don't forget what you're here for doll" you nodded as he wiped the single tear that managed to escape before leaning to whisper "just say the word and I'll make them regret their whole lives" you slapped his chest as he smirked "shut up we aren't here to kill anyone" "whatever you want, doll" he drawled letting you pull him towards the dance floor.

You smiled up at him as his hands found their place on your hips which you swayed to the music. The multiple lights shown on his face as he pulled you closer until your hands were on his chest. And you knew that you had his attention when you felt a burning gaze on your back. Yoongi leaned down until his lips grazed your ear to which he was gifted with a pleasant shiver "they're looking at us doll" he mumbled burying his face in your sweet smelling neck while your arms wrapped around his neck.

A surprised gasp left your lips when you felt his lips pressing a wet kiss on the sensitive skin of your neck "y-yoongi'' your eyes fell shut as you felt him pressing soft kisses on the same spot before sucking it softly. He hummed gravelly as he pressed a hand on your lower back and pulled you flushed against him causing your soft breasts to press against his firm chest. It didn't help that you weren't wearing a bra. "need to make him realise what he lost" he murmured as he bite the same spot gently causing a small moan to slip from your lips. "mm..yoongi" you sighed, your hands gripping his shoulders as you felt something hard pressing against your lower stomach.

Small twing of pleasure erupted your whole body, settling a fire on it wake as you felt yourself getting wetter by the second until your panties were sticking to your womanhood and soft pants were leaving your lips. "fuck you smell so good" he groaned as your fingers tugged his hair and your head leaned to the side, giving him more access to your neck. By now you had completely forgotten about your ex boyfriend and best friend glaring daggers at you as you both swayed to the music, bodies feeling hot like fire as heavy breathing and pants mingled together.

"shit" he breathed heavily as his hand gripped your neck and he pulled you closer until your lips were inches away from his "tell me doll" he rasped, gripping your thigh and pulling your right leg up until it was wrapped around his waist. You gasped, holding his wrist as you felt his hardness pressing straight against your cunt "who are you thinking about?" he mumbled, grinding against you causing soft moans to spill from your lips "are you thinking about him right now?" his voice held a tilt of possessiveness and darkness as his hold around your throat tightened a bit. You whimpered shaking your head as he pressed against you harder "n-not him" he nodded leaning his forehead against yours "then who?" "y-you" the moment those words left your lips, his lips crashed against yours.

And it wasn't a sweet or gentle kiss. It was rough and hard, filled with possessiveness and yearning as your teeth clashed together and tongues danced for dominance. But of course he won. He kissed you hard. Hard enough for your lips to feel numb and your pussy to gush as soft moans of his name left your lips like a chant while low growls and groans left his lips like he couldn't get enough of you.

"missed you so fucking much" he panted as he pulled back slightly, both of your lips red and bruised and hot breath mingling together. You opened your eyes to see him already looking at you and if your heart was pounding before, then right now it threatened to spill out of your chest as you whispered "yoongi" he hummed as he looked over your head and you saw his eyes narrowed "w-what's wrong?" you asked turning to look behind you but yoongi held the back of your head and pulled you to his chest with a grunt causing you to look at him confused "nothing's wrong angel. Tell me what were you gonna say?" he murmured pressing a kiss on your forehead and because your face was buried in his chest, you didn't notice him still looking at something at a distance. "umm" you whispered gripping his jacket "take me to your home?" you dared to peek up as he went silent and the look in his eyes caused you to whimper softly.

He chuckled darkly as his hand squeezed your hip before he murmured lowly "you're playing a very dangerous game kitten. Don't think you'll get to leave once we step in my house" you gulped down the nerves as you bite your bottom lip softly before pressing a soft kiss on his lips "I don't wanna leave" you saw his eyes darken which made you excited and nervous.

It was like nothing else mattered when you were standing in the middle of a crowded bar and gazing in his eyes as he trapped you in. The way he looked at you, the way he touched you, the way he held you, it made you wonder just why did you waste 2 years of your life with that trash bag. The guy that you loved with all your heart, gave him your everything, and what did you get in return? Getting cheated on and also getting the blame. And the girl who was supposed to be your one true friend, the one who was with you for some many points of life. You were mad at yourself for spending 3 years apart from him.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when someone suddenly pushed past you, causing you to stumble further in his embrace as he wrapped a protective arm around you and glared at the drunken woman. "you okay?" he cupped your face with one hand and you nodded placing your hand on his "can we go?" your voice was small as you said those words and he didn't said anything but nodded and wrapped an arm around your shoulder before pushing past the ocean of bodies.

You noticed he was glancing behind by his shoulder every now and then and his grip around you suddenly tightened just as you both stepped out of the club "yoongi" you squeezed his hand which was on your shoulder and he only hummed as he glanced by his shoulder again "is everything okay?" you looked at him worriedly and his eyes softened. You both stopped in front of his car and he cupped your face softly "everything is fine, angel. Don't worry about anything and sit inside. I need to make a call and make sure you look the car yeah?" he mumbled giving you the key. Although you had a feeling that something was wrong, you trusted him enough to not question him. So nodding you took the key and sat in the car, nodding when he signalled you to lock the doors.

You sighed, watching him as he took his phone out and made a call. A few seconds later you saw two men arriving and although you couldn't hear their conversation, you knew it was something serious because yoongi looked a little angry as he talked with the two men. They said something before walking away and yoongi rounded the car while you unlocked the door. His cologne filled your senses as he opened the door and sat in with a sigh. "who were they?" you asked softly as he took off his jacket and laid it on your lap which you Silently thanked him for because you were freezing. "they work for me" he answered simply as he started the car and you nodded before looking down at your hands folded on your lap.

Your attention was caught by him when he suddenly placed a hand on your thigh and after a moment of hesitation, you kept your hand on his. The ride was silent until you reached his house. You realised he had moved places. As he parked the car in the underground parking lot, he rasped "last chance doll" you looked at him nervously as he took a slow exhale before turning to look at you "I won't let you leave once to step inside my place y/n. I can't let you leave again. I don't think I can handle it again" his jaw was tight as he said those words and you realised just how badly you hurt him. Taking a shaky breath you unbuckled your seat belt and leaned forward, letting his jacket fall as you pressed your lips on his "make me stay yoongi. Please don't let me leave" you whispered against his lips and the familiar darkness returned in his eyes. The one that made your legs weak and pussy gush.

The elevator ride to his pent house was silent but you were in his arms the whole time. It was like he couldn't keep his hands off of you. But the moment you entered the penthouse, his lips were on yours and his hands were on your body. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he kissed you hard. His hands groping whatever skin they could reach as low moans and whimpers filled the air. Breathing heavily, he gripped your thighs and picked you up effortlessly causing you to grip his shoulders with. Soft moan as your lips danced against each other. You didn't notice him walking towards his bedroom because you were so lost in his lips. Only when he laid you on his bed and his scent filled your senses did you realised that you were in his personal space. Although you didn't have time you look around in his room because he was above you on his knees no yanking of his t shirt.

You felt your cheeks warming up as his milky white skin came in your view. But along with his abs your eyes caught something else too. There were multiple scars on his abdomen. It seemed like he noticed the sadness in your eyes because he tilted your chin up and pulled you in a deep kiss. One which took your breath away. It was deep and sensual. Passionate and full of longing. "I'm fine doll. A little knife can't kill me" you stifled a small giggle as he winked at you before your eyes widened when he suddenly pulled you up on his lap.

You took his hand as he kissed you again and guided it towards the thin strips of your dress and he let out a low growl as he slowly pulled the strips down until the dress was hanging around your waist. Slowly, he pulled back and his eyes wandered down "fuck"he whispered as he took you in "so fucking beautiful" you looked at him shyly as he laid you down again and tapped your hips. You raised them and he took off the dress completely,leaving you in a pair of thin black panties which were soaking wet.

"so perfect" he whispered as he came down until he was kissing around your breasts "a fucking goddess" he took your nipple in his mouth, ducking it softly which had you arching your back while your fingers tangled in his hair and small gasps left your lips "letting me worship you" his hand massaged your breast, making sure to give them the same attention "can die a happy man now" he chuckled darkly as you moaned his name softly. Trailing his kisses downwards he pressed multiple kisses around your waist before pressing a small kiss on your panty covered womanhood.

He looked at you as he hooked his finger around the thin material and once your nodded, he pulled the panties down your legs while biting his lip. You gasped when he raised the ruined material to his nose and took a long sniff before letting out a long groan causing you to cover your face in embarrassment "don't fucking hide from me" he grunted gripping your hips and pulling you down until his face was buried in between your legs, causing you to squeal In surprise.

But before he touched your weeping cunt, he looked at you with why you found as jealousy and possessiveness "has that shit head ever eaten you out?" he murmured lowly as he kissed your inner thighs, leaving small marks behind "n-no" you gasped shakily, your fingers flying towards his hair "no? " his eyebrows furrowed and you nervously whispered "h-he said it was gross-" another dark chuckle cut you off and you looked down to see his face leaned against your thigh as he looked at you cockily "can't believe I let you date a fucking kid but" he smirked "that means I'm the first man who tastes you" it was the only thing you heard before he dived in like a man dying from starvation and you were his last meal.

A loud moan left your lips as he wrapped his around your clit, sucking and teasing it until it was swollen and red. His hands gripped your ass and pulled you in so close that you were scared that he might suffocate but it seemed like he had no problem as he lapped your pussy like a lollipop. Your back arched and your head pressed against the pillows as his tongue entered your pussy. You could only moan his name helplessly as he took turns in fucking you with tongue and sucking your clitoris. He was quite literally making out with your clit as he inhaled your intimate scent with a deep groan which caused you to feel the vibrations against your womanhood. Your legs locked around his head which yet again made you worried that you might suffocate him but as you went to move away from him, he gripped your thighs with a growl and pulled you in "don't fucking do that again" He pleasured you like it was his only way to salvation. Like he was dying and you were his last meal. It all became so much that it you exploded a second later with a loud and long moan of his name. If you weren't so high on pleasure you would have been embarrassed at how loud you sounded because you never thought you could make such a sound.

He mumbled praises of how good you were doing as he made sure you lick every single drop you gave him. He pulled back with a proud smirk, watching as you came down from your High and climbed up towards you, his cock brushing against your sensitive folds. You opened your eyes to find him already looking at you and a shy smile made it's way to your lips "how was that? " he grinned causing you to whine "great" "I'm sure it was" he chuckled kissing your forehead "but I'm not done with you sweet girl" your eyes widened as he hovered over you and. You didn't even noticed when he took of his pants but you felt your eyes widening and core gushing as you saw the size of his cock. It was long and thick, standing tall and proud with his mushroom tip an angry red and pee cum already forming. Soft moan left your lips when his cock grinded against your womanhood "tell me to stop yeah? " he whispered and you nodded holding his shoulders with a deep breath.

Soon a gasp left your lips when you felt the tip of his cock entering you and he stopped immediately "You good? " he brushed your hair away from your face and you nodded whispering "be gentle please" he kissed your nose "I will angel" slowly, you felt him entering you which caused you to whimper in slight pain. He peppered your face with soft kisses to distract as he tried his best to not slam inside you.

Once he was buried inside you, he stilled to give you some time to adjust "take deep breaths for me doll" he mumbled and you nodded taking shaky breaths. A soft sigh left your lips when you felt the pain disappearing and nodded. He pressed his lips on yours as he bottomed out before pushing back in causing both of to moan simultaneously "o-oh yoongi" your back arched as he moved with long and deep thrusts, hitting every part of your womanhood and soon, his cock brushed against that sweet spot causing you to moan loudly "right here? " he gritted thrusting back in at the same angle again and again causing your eyes to roll at the back of your head.

You gripped his hand with a soft whimper and he held it immediately beside your head. You cupped his face as he leaned his head against yours and you whispered "I missed you so much" his jaw clenched and his thrusts got harder and more powerful as he buried his face in your neck "you have no fucking idea how many times I almost knocked on your door. Almost called you dammit" you whimpered as you felt your high approaching rapidly once again and tears ran down your face as you sobbed "I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you" his eyes hardened at the sight of you crying and his crushed his lips on yours "it doesn't matter anymore. You're here with me. I don't need anything else" he never blamed you for leaving him. You both loved each 3 years ago but you had no idea who he was. To you he was the son of a wealthy business man. But the day you were going to confess, you saw him at. His worst. You saw him killing someone. When you told him you were scared of him, he wanted to kill himself. He was mad at himself for falling for you. For allowing such feelings. But when you left him, he was willing to wait however long you wanted him too.

"fuck y/n" he breathed heavily as you pulled him in a soft kiss and you felt your high wash over you as he kissed you deeply. He rided you both out of your highs before falling on top of you and you wrapped your arms around him tightly as he buried his face in your sweaty chest.

After a few seconds of heavy breathing, you whispered "yoongi" he hummed snuggling deeper "you remember when I called you, you said you were waiting for me.. What did that mean?" you felt him smile against your skin as his hold around you tightened "it means that I've been waiting for you since 3 years, doll. Because I knew that one day, we'd meet again. So the wait was worth it" "and what if I hadn't called? " he hummed "then I would have waited and waited until you did" "why? " "because I'm so in love with you that waiting for you seemed easier than trying to forget you"

~•~

As you laid naked under the covers, yoongi stood by the bed with a towel wrapped around his waist as he listened to his right hand talk "the guys belonged to Lee. They somehow came to know that you would be at the club. I've taken care of them but boss.. " yoongi hummed as he pulled the covers over your body properly "the same guys had been following y/n since a few weeks. They somehow caught our men following her and Lee found out that you've been secretly keeping an eye on her. They wanted to use her to-" "threaten me" yoongi chucked darkly as his movements stilled "fucking shit head" he snarled as he walked out of the room as to not wake you up "you know what you need to do namjoon. Bring him to me alive"

~•~

"what are you doing? " you flinched and turned around sheepishly as yoongi raised an eyebrow. He was shirtless in only some grey sweatpants as he folded his arms over his chest, looking at the mess all around the kitchen "w-well" you laughed nervously "i-i wanted to make you breakfast but I didn't realise I messed up your kitchen" yoongi nodded as he looked at the dinning table filled with breakfast and coffee "I'm so sorry I'll clean it up-" "you don't need to" you blinked as he pulled you to the table and made you sit on his lap "I pay people to clean my house. Surely they can do it. Now let me taste my girl's food" you looked at him surprised while he calmly ate his pancakes "you don't mind the mess is made? " "why would I? " he shrugged "the food is great" he kissed your head and fed you too.

"you can cook whenever you want. I love your cooking. Just be careful to not hurt yourself. You cook, I'll clean" you giggled kissing his nose "I think I kinda like you" he grinned tickling your waist "well thank god because I think I like you too"

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pairing: namjoon x f!reader || ex friends to lovers!au friends to lovers!au

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, fwb!au, non idol!au, unrequited love

Warnings: slow burn, angst, namjoon is pretty much not the nicest dude lol (will add more as it progresses), kinda sugar daddy au but not really. It will make sense I promise.

Rating: mature, 18+

w.c: 7.9k

Synopsis: Namjoon is living on borrowed time, and it’s time to cash in. His father is months from taking his last breathe and his life long dream is to watch his oldest son say “I do.”

Taehyung’s house had a certain vibe to it.

A certain–je ne sais quoi–if you will.

The young artist had easels stacked against every wall. Some finished with his own creations and some waiting patiently for the young artists’ random bursts of inspiration. Everywhere you looked there was something in relation to his God given talent. Old paint brushes above the kitchen sink drying. Paint palettes disguising themselves as coasters. If you opened any drawer in his house you’d find all sorts of paints organized by brand or color scheme.

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two point five. (m) jjk.

pairing. handyman!jungkook x reader genre. smut word count. 21.3k warnings. jungkook is very charming and very sweet, oral sex, face riding, slight size kink, unprotected sex, lotsa messy kisses, multiple orgasms summary. who would have thought booking a handyman from an app would lead to this. sure, you wish he’d mount you instead of just your television, but you could totally be friends. right? note. this story was born from an ask game (a long time ago im so sorry) so thank you to the angel that gave me the fic title and all you cuties for helping me flesh out our handyman through asks hehe i hope you like the introduction to him™ because i’m sure there will be more of him soon hehe. also thank you to my angel bby loml @kithtaehyung​ for making the most beautiful banner ever ily!!<3

The sound of your power drill fills up the space of your apartment, the whirring coming to a quick stop only for the laughter of your friend to follow. There’s a brief moment where you forget she’s not in the room with you, actually watching you attempt to drill holes into your new apartment instead of in her home in a completely different state. The small ache in your chest is still felt when you remember this, not yet accustomed to being so far from home, but you push it away as you stare down at your device and see her face on the screen propped up a few inches away from you. 

“I don’t think you know what you’re doing,” she laughs, and although you agree you simply wave her off with a smile. 

“I hung up that tiny mirror the other day—oh, and that shelf!” You point to the side, staring at the shelf you had placed near the kitchen. Sure it was a little crooked, and you’re not exactly sure how much weight you could get away with placing on it, but it was only meant for cute decorations so really, you didn’t do a bad job. 

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all mine | 1

summary: getting your heart broken meant you no longer wanted anything to do with love. your heart couldn’t take the pain anymore. but, of course, life had other plans.

pairing: tattoo artist!jk x art student! f reader.

genre: fluff, a hint of angst.

word count: 7.2k

warnings: mention of needle, mention of sex.

a/n: finally got the first chapter out, let me know your thoughts! thank you for reading 🫶

Your body felt like it was screaming at you as you continued to bring in a few more of the boxes from your car into your new apartment. The warm sun on your body was definitely not helping your cause either, feeling a bit of sweat trickle down your forehead.

Since you were in the middle of moving by yourself, you realize by now that it probably would’ve been way easier to hire a moving crew to help you move your things into your place.

Unfortunately for you, though, not only did you want to save yourself some money, but you also felt as if you needed to grasp at anything to help make yourself more productive. After pondering on the different possibilities, you ended up landing on the decision of moving in all by yourself. Leading up to this moment, it was that very decision that soon turned into regret with the way you can feel your whole body begin to ache.

Even if you are trying to keep yourself occupied with the task at hand, your mind always manages to find a way to go elsewhere. You were shortly forced to think about life before coming here, and before you knew it, your mind started racing back to the memories of why you had to move in the first place.

As fast as it came, the mixed feeling of hatred and sadness had started to overwhelm you. Suddenly, all you wanted to do was curl up into a ball and hide in your bed forever. You came here to have a new start. A new life where you can be proud of you and not have to think about him. So, why is it happening now? You were doing so goo-

“Excuse me?” a soft voice made you jump slightly as it interrupted your negative thoughts. Nervousness overtake you, immediately starting to feel your hands get clammy as you searched for whom the voice belonged to.

“Oh my god— I’m sorry, I didn’t see you.” you shyly replied through your smile. A wave of embarrassment swallowed you whole as you begin to realize the situation you were in. Being wrapped up in negative thoughts was a sure way to get you to spiral into those feelings.

His laugh was soft and lighthearted, his hand quickly rising to shoo away at your apology. “No need to apologize. I’m sorry for scaring you, I was just asking if you needed any help?” he asked, his finger pointing towards the boxes your hands were already starting to grab at.

The way he spoke to you, you could’ve sworn you felt your heart jump a little. Someone coming up to talk to you was the least thing you expected, since you were too busy being wrapped up in your thoughts and moving.

Your eyebrows slightly rose, you were a bit taken a back at a stranger’s random act of kindness. “Oh, um, these are the last boxes I have left, then I’m finished. I think I’ll be okay bringing these in.”

You quickly added, “… But if you’d really like to help, I would appreciate that. Thank you.”

The man standing in front of you was a gift from the gods. He definitely saved you a visit to the hospital with the way your body started to feel. Taking a closer look, though, he does look pretty handsome.

With a small nod, he picks up the last few boxes from your car with ease, as the two of you walked into the building together. The walk to the elevators started to make you feel awkward. Becoming aware of the fact that this was a stranger next to you, and soon enough will know where you live.

Maybe you should’ve just brought the boxes up yourself? What if this man is a murderer, and you just let him into the building? These thoughts only made you feel anxious, and you became unintentionally weary of his movements, your eyes looking down at his white sneakers. It felt like an eternity passed as unnecessary thoughts continued to race through your mind until you hear his soft voice once again.

“Jeongguk.”

Your left eyebrow rises as you look at the dark-haired man with a confused daze. “I’m …sorry?”

“My name’s Jeongguk. I live in the complex across the street.” He nods his head forwards, and it finally clicked to you that he was trying to introduce himself. The two of you smile once you introduced yourself back to him.

You couldn’t help but let your eyes fall below his face, noticing metal on his lip as he quietly repeated your name to himself. The elevator eventually coming to a halt with the doors widening as you show him the way to your place, thanking the universe for the change of location.

As the two of you walk out, you couldn’t help but take note of Jeongguk’s body walking beside you. Not only did you notice his lip ring, but the tattoos on his arm managed to catch your attention as well. Tattoos have always been something you were interested in.

The concept of being able to like something so much, that you can get it on your skin forever, was enough to have you sold. Being an art student such as yourself, you can almost always find beauty in everything. Everything can be art if you want it to be.

Jeongguk finds himself unknowingly looking around at the bare walls of your apartment. It was nice and spacious, maybe a bit bigger than his own home. “Where do you want me to put these?” he asks as he turns to face you with your things. Jeongguk can fully take in your appearance this way, taking in the way your baby hairs have escaped from your tied hair.

Your finger points into the direction of the kitchen, “You can just leave it on the kitchen counter. I really can’t thank you enough.” You say as you watch Jeongguk make his way over. “You really didn’t have to help.”

Jeongguk can’t help but notice how grateful you’re being towards him, and he begins to feel a bit awkward. He can't understand why he decided to help you in the first place. Jeongguk isn’t usually the type to be this kind to someone he doesn’t even know. But he sort of felt bad when he watched you struggle moving boxes in on your own while he was on his way to his car. Before he knew it, he was already on his way towards you.

“You don’t need to keep saying thank you. I promise it’s nothing.” He laughs out, moving towards your front door, which made you follow his movements. “It was nice meeting you. Maybe I’ll see you around?” Jeongguk slightly turned to look at you to shoot you a quick wink.

A shy laugh escaped your mouth as you waved back, not really knowing how to respond to a wink. For a moment, though, you felt like you were stuck there as you watched him get on the elevator. Eventually, catching yourself and deciding it’s time to head back inside. Closing the door behind you, you make your way into the home and admire the empty walls around you.

A slight smile appeared on your face. This is it. You’re on your own. Those words alone made you question whether you should be scared, or to anticipate the new life that you have ahead of you. Taking a second to think, you realize that maybe you wouldn’t be wrong to think that you should feel both.

“Good evening! Welcome to Paradise Tattoo! How can I help you today?”

You admit that the receptionist’s cheerful personality caught you a bit off guard, but nevertheless you maintained a friendly smile.

“I was just hoping if I could get a small black and gray butterfly tattooed… around here?”

You pull your arm out to gesture to the inside of your arm. “I’m sorry I didn’t book an appointment, but I saw that this place also did walk – ins, so I was hoping…”

“Of course! We have two artists in the shop today, one is with a client right now, but I’ll let the other one know you’re here, he’ll be able to help.”

You watched as the man flipped through his cabinet to pull some papers out. “In the meantime, you’ll need to sign these papers, once everything’s in order, you’ll be able to start. My name’s Hoseok, if you need anything, I’ll be here to help.”

Your hands noticeably shake as you move to take the papers that were occupying his hands, embarrassment overtaking your body as you try to keep it low-key.

“First tattoo?” The man smirks at you as he notices your anxiety.

“Is it that obvious?”

Hoseok chuckled, “Don’t worry, our artists here will take good care of you. If you feel at any moment you would rather not do this tattoo anymore, you can tap out. It’s okay.”

His smile was so bright, you almost felt better about the whole thing. Not to mention how nice he is, you felt so safe for some reason.

It was then, that nervousness shot through any excitement you had for this tattoo. But it was too late to opt out. This is really happening?

Fuck, you were scared, but you needed to do this. For your sake.

“Thank you. I think I’ll pull through with this, it’s just nerves getting to me.”

“No problem, I’ll let your artist know that you came, feel free to sign those papers while I go.”

He smiles at you once again before walking towards the back of the shop, whistling a tune you don’t recognize. You don’t hesitate to sign your papers before you end up changing your mind.

Getting a tattoo was something you’ve always wanted to do, but your ex prevented you from getting any. For some reason, you listened, though because he claimed that your skin was beautiful as it was.

Today, you come to the realization that your skin is beautiful, even if you have tattoos on them.

“All set to go?” Fuck. You didn’t even hear him come back into the lobby at all.

“Already!?” a small panic could be heard through your voice, embarrassment hitting you once you hear Hoseok laugh his ass off.

“Unfortunately, the shop has been very slow today, so he’s excited to have something to do.” Hoseok takes the papers from you and sets them down at his desk before moving to lead you to the artist rooms, motioning you with his thumb.

You sighed quietly, with a hand over your heart in an attempt to get your heartbeat to calm a little. Come on, you can do this. Get this over with, and you’ll be able to get as many tattoos as you want.

While you follow behind Hoseok, your eyes glance around at the hallway walls. Many pieces of artwork occupy them, varying of different styles, colors, and subjects. You can feel yourself get lost in trying to take in all the pieces.

A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts as you see Hoseok opening up a dark brown door in front of him, searching the room for the artist.

“Hey, she’s here. Like I said to you earlier, be careful. She almost shat herself when I told her you were ready for her right now.” Hoseok laughed as he mouths a ‘I'm joking’ towards you. In which you couldn’t not laugh with him.

“Ugh.. I know, just let her in already.” An unfamiliar yet familiar voice rose from inside the room. You could only guess they were setting up the table due to the sound of metal hitting each other inside the room.

“Okay, okay.” Hoseok turns to look at you once more before giving you a thumbs up. “You’ll be okay, I promise. I’ll be out there though if you start to feel uncomfortable. I’ll hurt him for you if I have to.”

Hoseok flexed his arm jokingly, opening the door a bit more for you. He was such a relief to have with you while your nerves got the better of you. He made everything so lighthearted, and you were so grateful.

“Thank you, I’ll let you know if he does.” you joked back with him as you watched Hoseok leave the room.

You slowly made your way inside, and you begin to notice a very familiar man standing inside waiting for you.

You watched as the man tilted his head, his eyes scanning your figure. Furthermore, you noted his eyebrow raising, the man looked perplexed, and you couldn’t understand why.

The cogs were turning in his head as he tried to remember you. He soon came to the conclusion that he didn’t date you, nor did he sleep with you. Until it hit him.

His hands came together with a loud clap, pointing at you with his index finger. “You’re the girl from across the street, right? I helped you move your things in.”

So, that’s why he looked so familiar to you.

“Ohh yeah, and you’re …. Jeong…guk… right?” You were relieved you didn’t do anything wrong, his confusion caught you off guard.

Jeongguk gave you a small smile, his hands motioning for you to take a seat next to him. “I told you we’d see each other around again.” He chuckled shamelessly to himself. “Didn’t expect for it to be here, though.”

Once you took a seat, your eyes followed Jeongguk as he took a paper from his desk and made his way towards you, handing it off to you.

“So, first things first. I drew some rough sketches based on what Hoseok told me. Tell me if any fit to your liking, and if none of them do, i’ll sketch some more out for you. No worries.”

You were pretty impressed that he was able to sketch these out quickly while Hoseok was back here. He really must’ve had nothing to do if he was that motivated to get started right away.

Your eyes scan the paper in your hand, noticing the different butterflies he drew. All of them varying from different styles, from butterflies with soft lines to ones with a more harsh, edgy feel to them.

You couldn’t help but admire his art style, it was just too beautiful. Though it was hard for you to find any artwork to be ugly, really.

After some time, your eyes gravitate more towards a butterfly off to the side. It had just the perfect amount of soft, and an edgy look to it. Beautiful, yet tough. “This one, it’s perfect.”

Jeongguk looked over to figure out which one you were referring to, taking the paper and wasting no time to get it prepared. Hoseok wasn’t lying when he said Jeongguk was excited to have something to do.

You were compelled to watch the process of him getting prepared to do this tattoo, it just seemed so intriguing. From watching him making sure it fit perfect on your arm, to him making sure you were comfortable on the chair. Everything about it was interesting.

Soon enough, you began to hear the machine turning on. It admittedly made you start to sweat a little, you being very unprepared for how it would feel.

“Are you ready?” You nod. “Just let me know if you want to stop and I will. I promise.”

You could tell that Hoseok definitely got to him about being careful, and a part of you feels bad for making him go out of his way to make sure you’re okay. “Is it okay if I touch your arm?”

“Go ahead.” you smiled softly at him, appreciating the fact that he asked first. Though, you can’t help but feel a bit sad that you notice Jeongguk didn’t smile back at you.

You decided to pay little to no mind to it because the more you watched him, you could realize that he was very focused on making sure everything was right where it was supposed to be.

He wasn't really trying to be mean. Jeongguk has always been passionate about his artwork. He would never let anyone walk out with a terrible tattoo, his art was very precious to him, and Jeongguk always made sure each client got what they wanted.

Soon enough, you felt the needle on your skin.

The pain wasn’t as bad as you were expecting, just a bit of an uncomfortable feeling, but it was something you could take.

Your eyes were captivated by the way Jeongguk moved his arm to pull the lines on your skin. Even with just the stencil on your skin, you were in love, and you couldn’t wait to see the final results.

“What made you want to get a tattoo? Hoseok told me this is your first.” Jeongguk asked, breaking the silence, he never took his eyes from the stencil on your skin.

You hesitated a bit, “I just, wanted to do something for myself. A gift for being independent moving all by myself,” you responded quietly, but just loud enough to be heard over the machine vibrations.

“Not all by yourself,” Jeongguk let out a small laugh. “I helped, obviously. But that’s admirable of you, I’m happy to be the one to do this tattoo for you.”

“Well, for the most part, it was all by myself,” you playfully rolled your eyes, feeling a smile form on your face.

The hell is this feeling?

The room fell silent once again, and you were forced to roam through your thoughts as you continued to watch Jeongguk tattoo.

While searching through your thoughts, a random one hit you, and you were reminded of a project you have to do, a small groan escaping your mouth.

Jeongguk’s hands are off your arm instantly, his eyes meeting with yours, trying to figure out if you were hurt. “Are you okay?”

You look at him embarrassed, not meaning to scare him. “Oh- It’s okay! I’m sorry. I just remembered a project that I have to do.”

Jeongguk lets out a long, relieved sigh before his hand soon begins to go back to work again, “You scared me.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologized again.

“So. What’s the project?”

“It’s an art project. I’ve been struggling with a subject for it.” you felt yourself ranting but for some reason, you couldn’t stop it. “It’s due in two weeks.”

Usually, you could work on projects with no trouble at all, but lately, you’ve been suffering from the worst art block. Nothing has been able to inspire you.

You might even name art block as one of the worst feelings ever. Wanting to be creative while your creativeness is dying. It sucks.

“Do you need some inspiration?” Jeongguk asks, “Let me be your subject.”

An eyebrow lifts. “You want me to paint you?”

Jeongguk’s shrugs. “I mean, why not? Maybe you need a change in scenery. It helps me when I can’t think of anything.” His arm lifts off yours to dip his pen into more ink.

It didn’t seem like such a bad idea, you’ll get to try painting a new subject, and hopefully, it’ll be good enough to be turned in. Though, you couldn’t lie and say having another man in your home wasn’t scary. Or at the very least awkward.

A different place it is.

“That actually doesn’t sound so bad. Let’s go to the park near our apartments. It’s beautiful there.”

Jeongguk hummed, nodding his head as he continued working on your arm. “Sounds good to me. Does this Saturday at 3 work? I’ll be off work before then.”

Your brain runs through your possible schedule for the day, coming up empty-handed when you realize you don't have much planned that day anyway.

“That works. Thank you for helping me… Again.”

“I don’t mind being your little helper.” Jeongguk winks at you, only to laugh when he watches you playfully roll your eyes.

Jeongguk couldn’t help but laugh at the coincidence. He wouldn’t necessarily say this situation was a bad thing, but it wasn’t like it was a good thing? To say the least, it was definitely… a situation.

It was just last week that he helped you bring your things into your apartment and a few days after that, that he saw you again at his job. Jeongguk realizes that he’s been seeing you a lot lately, probably more than his neighbors. Or maybe he’s just been noticing you more?

I mean, it wouldn’t be totally out of the blue to see you for the simple fact that you lived across the street. Truthfully, Jeongguk didn’t really care whether he did see you again or not. You were technically just another pretty stranger to him.

But, he didn’t think he would see you again until this Saturday at 3 for your art “date.” But there you were, in his sight, in probably the most creepy way possible.

To others, it could look like Jeongguk was watching you through your window, which he’s aware that— it’s very creepy— but he swears he didn’t mean to.

To put it simply, he just wanted to open the window to get some fresh air. However as Jeongguk’s eyes were scanning the beautiful night sky and the empty street, he had noticed your room.

To Jeongguk, it was impossible to not notice the way you moved your hand in front of the large canvas that occupied the middle of your living room floor. He definitely couldn’t not notice the way your body moved, making you seem very determined to finish the art on the canvas in front of you.

But because of the distance between the two buildings, he couldn’t make out what you were busy painting, and he wondered for a slight moment what it could be.

Shortly after that, he watched as your shoulders fall, presumably getting annoyed at the artwork in front of you as you grabbed the canvas and tossed it to the side. You got up, walking out of sight as Jeongguk came back to reality.

It was then that Jeongguk remembered you talking about struggling with your major lately at the tattoo appointment, and from what he could tell, you definitely weren’t lying.

“Um… What are you doing?”

Jeongguk felt his heart almost fall out of his ass as he quickly turns around to see his friend’s confused face. A wave of fear washed over him for a second.

“Jesus, Taehyung. It’s nothing,” Jeongguk sighed, walking past towards his living room couch. “I just went to open the window for some fresh air.”

A low chuckle could be heard from his friend, tossing Jeongguk one of the water bottles that he took from Jeongguk’s fridge. “Jeez, It was just a simple question,” Taehyung raised his hands, sitting beside his friend. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

Jeongguk shook his head at his friend's words, still able to feel his heartbeat thumping through his chest. But with the sudden reminder that you existed lingered on his mind, Jeongguk forgot to mention something to Taehyung.

“I found a new one.” Jeongguk’s gaze moves towards his friend. “She got a tattoo from me yesterday, and we’re meeting at the park this Saturday.”

Taehyung knew right away what his friend was referring to, and he couldn’t help the burst of laughter that came out his mouth.

“So you’re taking the punishment? Wow, I didn’t believe him, but Jimin was right. You’d be the one to lose.”

Jimin is both Jeongguk and Taehyung’s friend, dating their friendship all the way back to high school. The trio known for being fuckboys, and it’s still true even now through college.

The three liked fucking around just for the fun of it, never being into serious relationships. Because of that, Jeongguk never really knew what love felt like. It was an unknown feeling to him.

Not because he isn’t able to find anyone, girls have never been a problem for him. He just hasn’t found someone who was worth it. Every girl he’s slept with annoyed him.

His encounters with girls have always been easy, they’ll give anything up if it meant that they could have a night with Jeon Jeongguk.

Because of the bet, he wanted to get back in action but with just, less physical activity. When Jeongguk heard you complain about your project, he thought maybe you could help with his boredom.

“Woah woah woah. I didn’t say I’m taking the punishment, Taehyung. The bet was how long any of us can last without sex. No sex is happening, I’m just bored.” Jeongguk takes a sip of his water bottle, unable to hide the chuckle that escapes.

“That’s bullshit. You know you’ll fold so fast. Jimin was smart to have the loser buy the other two a game each.”

Jeongguk groans at his friend's words, “I didn’t lose! Stop praying on my downfall. It’s not against the rules to have some fun, no sex will be happening.”

Taehyung smirks at his friend beside him. “Riiiiight… anyway I expect God of War to be in my hand once you finish with her.” He was pushed to his right side by his friend next to him, the two laughing at the dumb joke.

“The way you’ve been partying, I think you’ll lose before I do.” Jeongguk laughed as he got up from the couch to turn his Nintendo Switch on, tossing Taehyung a controller. “Just like how you’ll lose on Smash Bros.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “We’ll see.”

It always took a bit more energy for you to hang out with people than everyone else, it seemed like. Unless it was someone who didn’t feel like they completely drained your energy, but that was very rare. Since you didn’t completely know Jeongguk, you didn’t know what to expect today.

You’re sat by the front of the gates of the park, on your picnic blanket you brought with you today. This morning, as you were making breakfast, you realized the two of you never exchanged information, so you decided to come a bit earlier to set up so that he could notice you.

With that, you began to prep your canvas and set up your supplies while you waited for Jeongguk to come. Looking around in the nature and feeling the relaxing breeze, you thought that maybe Jeongguk was onto something when he mentioned a change in scenery.

Everything just felt so beautiful. You suddenly felt so inspired, a feeling you welcomed dearly as you been spending so much time with the sadness that overcame you often. You hope that this good feeling stays a little while longer.

“Am I late?” A man could be heard approaching you, you can only assume it’s Jeongguk.

“No, I just realized we never exchanged numbers, so I thought I should come a bit early to catch you instead of us wandering trying to find each other.”

Impressed, Jeongguk puts his bottom lip out, setting his things down with you. It looks like he brought his supplies too. “I didn’t even realize, let’s exchange numbers so that doesn’t happen again.”

So, that doesn’t happen again? Does he want to see you again?

You continued to sit there, a little shocked, moving to pat yourself down to find your phone before giving it to him to put his contact in. His fingers move to put his name and number down, texting himself, so he’s able to get your number as well.

Once you get your phone back, you smile at the name he gives himself. Jeonggukie. Somehow, it fits him.

You tried to hide the smile that grew on your face, forcing yourself to pick up your canvas as you watch him set up so that you’re not painting on your own.

“What are you gonna paint?” you couldn’t help your curiosity, for some reason it didn’t cross your mind that he’d bring his supplies to paint too.

Jeongguk takes a look around. “I think I’ll paint those trees over there,” he points to an open field. You couldn’t help but look over your shoulder, admiring the sight. The trees had different shades of green and red to them, spread across the empty field as you notice people playing soccer.

You find yourself smiling at the sight, “I can’t wait to see it.”

Jeongguk takes note of your kindness. It didn’t hit him until now how nice you’ve been. It’s not like it’s not normal, but he just isn’t really used to having an interaction like this.

Not only that, but it’s so pure. So innocent.

With that being said, the two of you begin your masterpieces. Jeongguk paints with no worries, just letting his emotions do the talking.

He’s able to handle his paintbrush with ease, not worrying if lines are messed up or if he accidentally mixed the wrong shades.

You, on the other hand, feel yourself getting frustrated. Lately, your issue with your work has been that you strive for perfection. Art is something that’s supposed to help you get your emotions out, and yet you start to lose focus on that fact, and more about the fact that this is being graded.

So as you continue to paint Jeongguk, you grow frustrated with the fact that you can’t capture realism in the way that you want to. You begin to look at your piece as if it has a million mistakes within it.

Jeongguk notices, putting down his canvas to take a quick peek at yours. “What’s wrong? It looks beautiful.” He was confused as to why you were feeling the way you did.

“I don’t know, I think it’s boring. It’s not as appealing as I would’ve liked.” Your voice can’t hide the disappointment you feel the longer you look at your work.

He takes a second to glance at the painting, then back at you. “I genuinely think it looks great. Maybe you just need to try something new. Why don’t you try surrealism?”

Surrealism. Now that’s interesting.

“It’ll still be what you’re trying to go for, just with new aspects. A new style may be what you need?” Jeongguk’s voice is very gentle, he himself is shocked that he’s being this kind to you. How could he not, though? You bring a gentle aura that he can’t bring himself to be hard on you.

“I think I’ll try it. Thank you.” The two of you smile to each other before going back to your canvases.

With an open mind, you decide to try to go for some surrealism aspects. You find yourself painting Jeongguk as he is, painting his very own picture surrounded by inanimate objects.

Time begins to fly by rapidly as you go through trial and error with numerous different things, but in the very end you find yourself impressed with your work. The two of you painting for a while now, sharing little moments in between to ask each other for advice.

“There, I think I’m finished.” Jeongguk faces towards you and hides his painting so that it’s facing him. “Wanna see?”

You nod, failing to hide your smile once again. “Show me whatcha got.”

Momentarily, Jeongguk whips his painting around, and you could see that some things were changed, like the colors of the leaves and the sky, but nonetheless the painting looked gorgeous to you.

“I love it, it’s very beautiful, Jeongguk.” He looks at his painting once more to admire his final product. “Your style is really nice, it’s refreshing to see something new.”

Jeongguk puts his painting down next to him and clasps his hands together, ready to see yours. “Thank you. Now it’s your turn.” His eyes look at you with anticipation. “Hopefully, you got my good side.” Jeongguk couldn’t help but joke.

Laughing, you turn the canvas around to show him. “I tried. I decided to give surrealism a chance, and this is what I came up with. It wasn’t so bad, actually.”

You watch Jeongguk’s face to find any hint of hate or disgust. But instead you were met with a grin, his eyes growing in shock.

“That’s awesome! You’ll definitely be able to get a good grade on this.” A heat rushes to your cheeks, proud of yourself for finally being able to overcome your art block somehow. “And it was all thanks to me, you’re welcome, sweetheart.” Jeongguk winks at you.

Rolling your eyes, you shove his shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Thanks to you.”

Once Jeongguk stops laughing, he takes another good look at your canvas. “Why were you so frustrated earlier? It looked impressive even before I gave you any advice.”

Taken a back, you think for a moment. “I think I sometimes forget that art doesn’t have to be perfect. I get too caught up in the fact that this is a part of my grade, that I forget that art is something that doesn’t have to be perfect.”

Jeongguk listens intently. He understands what you mean, as an artist himself. “Just feel it. Let art come to you. Try not to think of it so much as a job, or something you need a grade for.”

Now, it’s your turn to listen, you were intrigued.

“You’ll feel better once you know it came from inside you, and not because your professor told you to do it.”

That advice somehow changed your whole perspective, and it ultimately came in hand every time the two of you met up to hangout.

Soon after that, Jeongguk reaches out to you a few days before Saturday to ask if you’d like to hang out at the park again. Of course, you accepted the offer. Jeongguk was the only friend you had here, you could definitely use the company.

The two of you found yourselves at the park once again, this time doodling in your notebooks. Jeongguk came up with the idea of switching notebooks every 10 minutes to see where it ends up once the page was filled.

You’re doodling in your notebook, noticing the page filled with random things in one scenery, you couldn’t help but be reminded of the surrealism painting you did of Jeongguk the week prior.

Your book had a feeling of relaxation, a mix of bunnies, flowers, and birds filling the page.

While his notebook was the exact opposite of relaxing, an odd mix of dragons, space, and robots. A very interesting feeling you couldn’t describe, but it looked too cool anyway.

“Can I use your copics?” Jeongguk asks, pointing at the markers, “Your markers are so much better than mine, I can't resist.”

You laugh, nodding, putting the markers so that they’re between the two of you. He hurries to grab one before the timer runs out, his hands brushing yours momentarily.

“You didn’t have to ask, I don’t mind sharing.”

“Still, you could’ve been someone who doesn’t like sharing, I didn’t want to assume.” Jeongguk points out. “I don’t want you fighting me for touching your things.” He grins.

“I wouldn’t fight you over copics, Jeongguk. That’s so ridiculous.” you chuckle at his comment. “You can borrow them anytime.”

He raises an eyebrow, “Shit, say less.” he says before pausing for a moment, waving the very marker around. “Why are you so nice?”

His question stumps you. Is he actually asking, or is he simply asking himself? You decide to reply anyway.

“Why be mean when you can be nice? It goes a long way.” You could hear markers making a noise between the both of you, as you two color.

Jeongguk nods, though he doesn’t seem too convinced.

He isn’t too sure why he’s so curious, but he wants to know exactly why. What shaped you into the person that you are? The very person who seems so frustrated at everything that they do, yet doesn’t waste time helping others.

He’s noticed occasionally during hangouts, you're going out of your way for other people that you hardly knew.

You were considerate enough to sit by the gate the first time you two hung out so that he’s not looking everywhere for you.

Another occasion being that a few minutes before the two of you began doodling, that you noticed an elderly woman struggling to pick something off the floor, in which you wasted no time to help.

For someone you’d just met, you’re really nice, and he knows it’s not because you just met him not too long ago, but because it seems to be the type of person you are.

He does recall a slight moment, you were mentioning your ex, Seokjin, and how the two of you had gone to an art museum once. Your voice as you mentioned his name didn’t go unnoticed, he could hear the pain. But he didn’t dare to ask about it.

Though he’s curious, Jeongguk decides to push the thought away, and focus on his doodling before he hears the timer go off. “Ugh, I wasn’t even finished.”

You giggle at his complaint, moving to hand him your notebook while you take his to draw in. Jeongguk was able to see the butterfly tattoo he’d done for you a week prior, admiring his work.

“How’s the tattoo healing, by the way? You still like it?”

“Oh, it’s healing perfect.” You pick up a dark marker to do the night sky on his book., a smile appearing on your face. “And I really love it, I’m always looking at it constantly.”

Jeongguk nods, satisfied with your answer. “Well, It’s because I did it. I’m just too talented.” He flips his hair jokingly, causing a laugh to erupt between the two of you.

“You’re so dumb.”

“You love me, though.”

Since that first art date the two of you had, the both of you unintentionally decided Saturday was the day the two of you hang out.

You don’t even know how it happened, after that first, then the second hang out, it slowly became a regular thing the two of you did.

It’s been two months of that, but as you look outside on this Saturday morning, it’s pouring rain, and you doubt that you guys would be able to hang at the park today.

You decide to message Jeongguk about it, only having to wait about ten minutes before you get a response.

Jeonggukie: it’s okay, want to come to my place today? we can watch movies and order pizza? :) my room number is 202

Now, that, was something you couldn’t say no to. You replied saying you’d be there at 3 and hopped into the shower. Of course, you’re not prone to shower thoughts, but you couldn’t lie and say that they weren’t getting to you at the moment.

Having a friend, or anyone in your life for that matter, was scary to you. It was always a matter of time before they got bored with you, hurt you and leave. You blame it on the kindness you have for others, but you still can’t bring yourself to not be kind. You worry too much about other people’s feelings.

You shake your head in attempt to get rid of the negative thoughts, and step out of the shower to finish doing your routine.

It’s a few minutes after 3 pm, and Jeongguk hears a quiet knock at his door, only to assume it was you as he swings the door open to welcome you. He looks down to see your hair slightly wet from the rain, your umbrella helped for the most part, but storms can get a little crazy.

“Oh- shit i’m sorry. I didn’t think it was going to be that bad out.” He hurries to pull you into his home, grabbing your umbrella and jacket to hang up. “I should’ve said I would come over to yours.”

You shake your head, “I’m fine, I promise. It’s just a little rain.” you stepped out of your shoes and walked in, admiring his home. It was a perfect mix of cozy and modern. Furthermore, it felt refreshing to be in here.

Jeongguk sighs, he’s concerned, though he won’t admit it. She’s too nice.

“I know, but still. I feel bad. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable, I’ll grab you a blanket.” He walks towards a hallway. “You can find a movie too if you’d like, I’m down for anything.”

Jeongguk searches to find a big fluffy blanket, grabbing it and pulling another one for himself, making his way to you as he watches the screen to figure out what you’ll put on.

You make your way into the horror genre, in the mood for a scary movie with the storm brewing outside.

“How about Halloween? I’m in the mood for a classic horror movie.” you turn to Jeongguk as you watch him get comfortable next to you.

“You’re not gonna get scared?” He raises an eyebrow at you, teasing you a bit.

“… No” you lie. “But it’s okay because you’ll protect me, right?” you press play on the movie, hearing the intro play.

“Who says I will?” Jeongguk jokingly side eyes you, being met with you shoving him. “I’m kidding. By the way, I already called ahead for pizza. It should be here any minute.” He suddenly reminded the two of you about the pizza.

—

Halfway into the movie and a few slices of pizza into the movie, you find yourself putting your head into the blanket as you watch Michael Myers go into a chase scene. You felt so scared for the victims, you unknowingly move with them in hopes of that it’ll help them escape for some reason.

Jeongguk notices and can’t help but laugh each time it happens. He finds it amusing. “I thought you wouldn’t be scared?”

“I can’t help it! He’s a freak, I hope they get away from him.” you exclaim, pointing at the screen, only to look away once you realize Michael Myers caught his next victim. “… Never mind.”

Jeongguk chuckles at you, only to feel a phone vibrate next to him. Thinking it was his, he grabs it to see what the notification says. He realizes it isn’t his when he didn’t recognize the wallpaper of a cat on the screen or the contact, Seokjin.

Jeongguk didn’t mean to snoop, “I thought it was my phone, but it looks like it’s yours. Seokjin texted you.”

At that moment, time stopped. Your heart fell out of your ass as you heard the name come out of Jeongguk’s mouth.

“What?”

Jeongguk shows you your phone, and there it was. A message from Seokjin.

He notices the expression on your face, and he begins to feel concerned. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to look, I just thought it was my phone.”

“You’re fine. Can … Can I use your bathroom?” you waited until Jeongguk agrees, pointing you in the direction before you grab your phone.

Jeongguk was left in shock. What just happened? He tried to go through the different possibilities that could’ve happened.

Was it because he took your phone? No, you said it was okay. You only acted that way when he told you the contact name.

Seokjin? Who’s that?

It was then that Jeongguk remembered the conversation the two of you had once at one of your regular hangouts when you mentioned Seokjin’s name.

Seokjin was your ex. The one who made your voice break at the mention of his name.

Foggy Night // Taehyung

◌́ Pairing: Taehyung x female reader

◌́ Genre: Angst// Smut// Fluffily fluff

◌́ WC: 4k

◌́ Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI WITH ANY CONTENT ON THIS BLOG, mature content, slight ANGST because ofcourse, aged up taehyung, he could be forty something year old, so, SPANKING, fingering, slight possessiveness, slight manhandling, everything is so slight, i ran outta vocabs, tae's whipped and so is reader, she's guilty but she's horny, it's understandable, praise,

◌́ Masterlist // what I imagine taehyung was listening to

note: this was a request but I accidentally deleted the ask, sorry dear anon:(

"Did she call you back?"

The disappointment in Mr. Kim's voice is unmistakable, sounding as if he already knows the answer to his question. He becomes sure once you look up from your phone screen, all the texts you've sent Mai have remained unanswered for the last past hour, so were your and Mr. Kim's calls.

You give him a small smile, a pitiful one. You shake your head and watch as he purses his lips in a thin line and nods. He expected this, of-course he did.

"I'll be waiting in my office in case she calls back." he tells you before motioning to the space around him, "Make yourself at home."

He gives you a smile before turning on his heels and walking out of the living room. His footsteps soon disappear down the hallway before you hear a door close. You sink back into the couch with a sigh, left all alone to try and reach your bestfriend somehow.

Tonight was supposed to go smoother than this, had it not been for this morning's events, Mai would've already been home to celebrate her birthday along with you and her dad. A tradition that came to be five years ago, one that hasn't been broken till this year.

The details about their fight Mr. Kim let you on weren't all that informative, and you didn't want to push him to tell you more considering how bleak his mood seemed to be today. He was understandably struggling, conservative in his speech for some reason.

Reaching Mai to know things from her side wasn't an option either, apparently she left five hours ago without telling him --which isn't an issue considering she's an adult-- but it was unusual for her. He blamed it on their fight, told you that he thinks she may not even come back home today.

You, on the other hand, have no idea why she'd be ignoring your calls too. You admit your bestfriend has a temper, and more often than not she'd resort to distancing herself when she feels she may get out of control. But that rule didn't apply to you most of the time, Mai would confide in you, letting you on to whatever is troubling her so she could at least get it off her chest.

What's changed all of a sudden? You don't know. And it's killing you how her birthday seems to have been horribly ruined by an argument you're certain can be talked out. She was stubborn, that much you knew.

You can recall the last huge fight they'd had, which was around six months ago. Mr. Kim didn't approve of her relationship at the time, and neither did you but it wasn't like that was of any relevance. She was a free woman, an adult who can make her own decisions and face whatever consequence they bring, or so you remember telling Mr. Kim.

Unlocking your phone, you're quick to try calling her again. Unsurprisingly, she doesn't pick up this time either and you feel agitated the longer those rings go unanswered.

Could it be that something bad happened to her? Your brain can't help but bring up that possibility. It's one of those things people can't control wondering about when they're left in the dark about a situation like this. You don't dismiss how odd it is that all your attempts to reach her are ignored by her.

You really wish you don't have to do this, but you're becoming more nervous by the second and maybe if Mr. Kim gives you a hint about what really went down you can think more rationally about this.

You stroll out of the living room to his office, still not entirely giving up on reaching Mai as you try calling her one last time. No answer. It's frustrating, and you don't try to hide that frustration as you knock on his door and hear him telling you to come in.

The first thing you hear when entering his office is the melody playing from the turntable by the bookshelf. It's jazzy, soothing in a way, and sits the mood for a quiet evening.

It brings back a memory, one you tore yourself down trying to forget. And you can't help but wonder if the piece playing right now is the same one from six months ago.

You smell the suffocating stench of smoke before you see it, the white stick sitting comfortably between Mr. Kim's slender fingers before he squishes it on the ashtray.

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

Mr. Kim looks like he's contemplating your request for a moment, and that kind of hesitancy is not foreign to you because you too don't want to do this. He nods his head, motioning for you to walk in.

"Yes, come in."

His office used to be intimidating, it hard a gloomy aura to it, at least according to your taste. You think maybe it's because of the classic furniture with deep tones of red and brown, the faint yellow lamp that makes it almost impossible to see anything clearly. You always wondered how he can spend hours wading through documents in such weak lightening.

You take a seat, already sensing the tension you so wish you could've avoided tonight. Mr. Kim is looking at some paper on his desk, but he's not reading it. When you opened the door you can clearly see he was lost in his thoughts. It's safe to assume he just doesn't want to look at you.

There are no complaints on your part, you bet it'd be easier if that eye contact was abolished altogether for this conversation.

"I know you're not feeling alright, today was supposed to be a lot nicer than this. " you say, "And it sucks that this is how the evening is going instead of how it goes every year."

He remains silent, gaze still avoiding yours.

"But Mr. Kim, I wish you'd tell me more about what happened. I'm worried sick something might've happened to Mai."

His jaw tenses, you see the muscles flex and relax. He still doesn't look at you. His response comes out tepidly, "I'm worried sick about her too, you know."

You do know, there's no doubt about that. Compared to how he usually looks, Mr. Kim right now looks like a complete mess. On his worst days, he'd made sure he's still looking somewhat presentable. But right now, his hair is all fluffed up, some curled strands falling over his eyes. His tie is undone, the first few buttons on his white shirt are opened and the sleeves are messily rolled up to his forearm.

Not to mention, the quantity of cigarettes filling the ashtray shouldn't be consumed in a single day, let alone a few hours.

He's stalling the conversation, and you have run out of patience for that.

"Why would she just leave and ignore our calls like that?" you cut to the chase, ensuring you include yourself in the question. "It's odd. You had countless fights before, but it's never anything like this."

Mr. Kim is motionless for a second. He seems to be carefully choosing his words, to be resisting this conversation which in turn only makes you more persistent.

"Why won't you tell me what happened, Taehyung?"

His head turns to you, shooting you a sharp look before he huffs out a small laugh.

"Hah, took you long enough."

He's referring to the lack of formality in your speech. It was a month ago when things were supposed to go back to the way they were. He was no longer Taehyung behind closed doors, he would once again become Mr. Kim to you. He would once again become your best friend's father. Just your best friend's father.

"Taking you even longer to tell me what's going on." you're quick to retort, taking dislike to how he's handling your conversation. "I have a horrible feeling in my gut, like something happened to her, or that she might be mad at me too or that she--"

The words die on your mouth when you see him fully turning to you, like you have finally said something of interest-- like the latter suggestion is the more accurate possibility. He hasn't told you everything, after all. And he does know a whole lot more than he's telling you.

Mr. Kim notices your pause. His eyes droop with exhaustion before he relents back in his seat, fingertips softly rubbing his temples.

"Taehyung..." weakly, your voice trails off, a sinking feeling in your chest comes with a painful realization. He looks at you again, with pitiness similar to what you offered him a while ago.

His fingers run through his hair, pushing it away from his face. His hands drop back down, so does his head, hanging low and away from your gaze.

"I'm sorry." he utters, sorrowful. "I'm so sorry. I don't know why I did what I did."

"What did you do?" The stinging in your eyes is sudden, but you fight back against those tears. "What did you tell her?"

Mr. Kim has beat you to it. When he lifts his head back up, his eyes glint with tears, his cheeks are becoming wet and red and this sight does nothing to help you keeping yourself together. You break whenever he does.

"She told me you were leaving town." He begins, voice low and threatening to crack, "She said you met someone, that you were leaving with them."

Fuck. You swear you told her not to tell a soul, the decision you made was supposed to prevent this from happening, to protect your friendship, to put an end to the guilt eating you alive. It shouldn't have been what set it off.

But Mai was clueless, she may have thought there was no harm in telling her father. What is it for him, anyway? She wouldn't know. But she does now.

"I didn't say anything, I couldn't even If I wanted to. She must've seen it on my face, she sensed something was wrong."

"So she just figured it out?"

"No, she came to me this morning to confront me. Asked why I looked off when she mentioned you were leaving." He sniffled, wiping his cheeks, "I tried to deny what she was alluding to, but she wouldn't believe me. Mai had already figured it out. You were leaving abruptly, I told her that I've finally met someone--"

"You told her what?!"

His eyes flutter shut, taken aback by your sudden outburst.

"She was going to know eventually,___. She deserved to know."

"What do you mean she deserved to know? There was nothing for her to know!" You can't help the anger boiling inside you, shouting out the words with rage.

"I was going to leave, Taehyung! There was no need to tell her. None. Once I'd left we could've just pretended nothing ever happened, she would've never found out!"

"And why were you going to leave? Why didn't you tell me?!" the veins on his reddening neck protrude, as if they were about to burst any second now. "Was I that worthless to you? You're just going to leave me? Discard me like I'm nothing? Like we're nothing?"

You're infuriated, and once he speaks those words that infuriation merges with regret.

"And don't even get me started on the fact you cheated on me— oh she's met someone and oh she is leaving with him." HE mimics Mai's voice, obviously recalling what she'd told him. The anger he's feeling is driving him into acting insane, and you'd never witnessed him like this before.

"We were never a thing, Taehyung. I didn't cheat on you, we weren't together."

"We were never a thing, Taehyung." he mocks you this time, a scrutinizing snicker leaving his lips. "God— are you even human, ___?" Do you see how you're treating me? Did you even ever like me?"

It can't be a real question, because Taehyung has to be well aware what you've been risking for him. He's uttering bullshit, and he knows it. But at times like these, it isn't exactly like he can thoroughly think his words through. He's hurt, in more ways than one, and you may be understanding because you're hurt all the same.

"We were never going to work. Tell me, how did you see us working? Was Mai ever going to be okay with it? What about your family? What about mine?" you chuckle. "Look at our situation now, do you see us working, Taehyung? Tell me honestly. Cause if so, then you can make me out to be the villain all you want."

He sighs out, "That's not what I want,___."

"Then what do you want?!"

"You,___! Goddammit!" he exclaimed, voice shrill. "I want you! I want to be happy again, I want my daughter to accept my decisions, I don't want to lose her, nor do I wanna lose you! Is that too hard?"

You grow silent. Contemplating for a few moments whether your next few words would be a necessary wake-up call or just out-right cruel. Because despite what he thinks, that is never your intention.

"Yes, it is." You mutter, "One would think you'd know better."

"Well, I don't believe so."

"It doesn't matter what you believe. What matters is reality." you say, "And the reality of our situation is that we simply can't work. The reality of my situation is I've just lost my bestfriend, and I can't possibly be foolish enough to think we have a future together. No matter how much I want it."

You're met by silence, and you figure there is really nothing more to say. You fucked up, you ruined your friendship, you ruined a family's relationship and there's nothing you could possibly do to fix it.

"I should leave."

Once you utter those words you're on your feet, and it's like an alarm has been set off in Taehyung's system. He gets up from his seat, stalks right behind you with a stern call out of your name.

You ignore it at first, but he accepts none of it. Taehyung grabs your forearm right before you can walk out the door, using the tiniest bit of power to turn you around to face him.

Your front is trapped by his chest, back by the wall behind you. He's not grabbing you, not even touching you, but his piercing gaze holds you in place. Taehyung looks at you, face mere inches away from yours.

"Taehyung, please." your plea is soft, shaky and insincere.

"Just do it,___" he presses on, fingers gently gripping your jaw so you can keep looking, so your gaze is fixed on him. "Look me in my eyes, tell me you want to leave."

You can't. your lids flutter shut, and it causes more tears to slide down your cheeks. Your chest burns, you can taste the bitterness in your throat.

He doesn't sound challenging, he doesn't really want you to utter those words. He doesn't tell you to open your eyes, because what if you do as he says? He knows it'd be a lie, but it's too risky. He wants you to keep them closed.

"Tell me you don't love me." his chest tightens at his own words, "Just once and I'll let you go."

You sob; and that's all you can do because those words you can never utter out loud. And it hurts you that that's what this has come to. although you can't claim you thought any different from the start, you were bound to fail.

"Don't cry, I hate seeing you cry." his fingers move to your cheeks, wiping away the wetness. "Break my heart,___. But not like this."

Break my heart. His words ring in your ears repeatedly. You just know this is what it's gonna take, someone's heart must break for this to be over.

"Its not fair."

Taehyung wants to agree with you, it is not fair how his heart beats for you and how you're asking him to just flatline. It's not fair he let you have such power over him just so you can easily give up on him. He's not ready to give up on you yet.

"How could you be so cruel on me, angel?" He mutters softly, "Don't you know I won't be able to take it?"

Your head grows dizzy when you feel his wet thumb caress over your lips, so incredibly tender its barely there. Yet, you find yourself leaning into his touch, and you don't have to wonder much about how your resistance melted into this overwhelming yearning.

You can hear it; the beats pounding in his chest as his other hand sneaks around your waist. His eyes are inviting, so are his arms. Before you could ever gather an ounce of reluctance, you fall into his warm embrace.

He pats your head gently, your stained cheeks are squished into his chest, dampening the material of his shirt. Taehyung doesn't care, He has you in his arms. The tiny sniffles leaving your lips, the small shakes of your body are disheartening but they only encourage him to hold you even tighter.

"Isn't this better? When you're not far away from me?" He places a soft peck on your hair, continuing to stroke your strands.

"I don't want to lose her."

There's still a little fight in you, and Taehyung wants nothing more than to demolish it. He cups your cheeks, staring right into your eyes because he knows you know, he'd never lie to you this way.

"She will understand."

Taehyung isn't certain about the validity of his own words, but all he can offer you is hope even if he's lying to himself in the process.

"She won't. She hates us."

"She won't hate her father. She won't hate her bestfriend who's been there for here through the thick and thin. It will take time, but she will understand."

You so desperately wish his words hold some truth to them, and while it may be true she wouldn't hate her own flesh and blood, you don't have any reason to believe she'd want anything to do with you again. You betrayed her trust, you've done something so unimaginably appalling you deserve to live in shame for the rest of your life.

But there's no shame in Taehyung's arms, you feel so contempt in his embrace you never want to let go. You never want this to end. Just like that melody in the background, you recognize it now when his lips ghost over yours, you never want it to stop.

"I just want to show you how much I love you." he mutters, lips brushing over your own, "Maybe then you'll change your mind."

You meekly utter his name, it comes out barely audible when he swallows your wariness with a kiss. It's chaste and tentative, but it's enough for you to melt completely.

"My angel is so pretty," he looks so lost in you, leaning against your forehead with heavy eyes and soft lips melting into yours, "She's so pretty and she's all mine."

Your hesitance melts away completely, mouth parting in a low, needy moan that allows him to deepen the kiss. You move in harmony, slow and leisurely, tongues grazing in a loving dance only you know the moves to.

"Hold onto me."

Taehyung waits for you to cling onto him. Painful are those few seconds he'd have to part from your lips, but he needs to be assured before he moves any further.

Like a tendril, you wrap yourself around him, every limb knowing exactly where to go. And it's not long before you kiss him, initiating the dance this time.

He memorizes the steps to his bedroom, more focused on how you're devouring his lips than anything else. Once he's inside, he shuts the door and hastily locks it for good measure.

Your back meets the softness of the sheets beneath you, mattress sinking with your and Taehyung's weight as you refuse to break the kiss while he sits you down. Your refusal comes in how you grab him by the undone tie, both hands tugging on the fabric before you become hungrier. You grab his face this time, teeth clacking when the need for air becomes clear.

"Shit, darling," he breathes heavily, lips lifting in a fond grin. however, hints of amusement flood his next words. "Are you sure you wanted to leave me?"

"Maybe not anymore."

The response pleases Taehyung, it's the one he was hoping for and he doesn't bother hiding his gratitude. He busies his mouth with yours again, while his hands move underneath your top, fingers skillfully unhooking your bra before moving to your front, teasing your hardening nipples. He likes how your warm skin quivers against his cold hands, it reminds him of how delicate you turn underneath his touch. Leaving him? Who were you kidding?

"Taehyung, please."

He laughs a little, entertained by your sudden bratiness. "No can do, angel. You can't get away with the stunt you pulled that easily, can you?"

"I can because you love me." you give him a teasing smile, fingers lightly brushing his hair away from his face.

You're met with his darkened eyes, passionate but dangerously brimful with lust. He looks like he'd already imagined breaking you down a thousand times, and then building you up a thousand more.

And then you say those words without a a shred of doubt, and he thinks that maybe you were the one with the sledgehammer.

"You can because I love you." he repeats with a smile against your lips, accepting his defeat.

Only momentarily.

Taehyung leans back to rest on his heels, his eyes scan your figure lying beneath him. He ignores the urge to just take you then and there, he truly believes you need to be taught a lesson, even if he's torturing himself in the process.

He soon moves off of you, standing by the edge of the bed as he begins to unbuckle his belt. Your eyes naturally fall on the bulge concealed by his slacks, begging to be let out. You feel your thighs clench, impossibly aroused by the sight.

"Turn around for me, angel." He demands, and you get the feeling he isn't playing around anymore. Still, you get up slowly, shooting him a playful smirk, undeniably wanting to test your luck.

Taehyung sighs, patience long worn thin. He abandons his undone belt, prioritizing taming your bratty antics instead. Taehyung hooks an arm around your torso, using the other to grab and flip you on your stomach. He hears your giggle, of-course you're enjoying this, you love it when he's frustrated with you.

"What's gotten you so rough, Mr. Kim?"

Taehyung first responds with a loud slap on your ass. You loudly gasp. It's not playful, it stings and your skirt does nothing to prevent the burn in your skin.

"Keep being like that and I'm tying you to the bed." He warns you sternly, keeping his hand from caressing where he just spanked you. "You understand?"

You nod your head, biting back a moan when you feel his bulge rub against you. "Yes, sir."

Taehyung elevates your waist, hands tightly grabbing onto your hips and eyes fixed on the skin exposing slowly due to your skirt riding up. He rubs against you, slowly enjoying himself as he pushes up your skirt completely.

You push back when you feel his erection brush over your panties. Taehyung groans lowly when he notices the small wet patch, breaks into a small laugh as his finger brushes over it and you squirm.

"Now I see why you're so eager."

You push against him one more time, "You're not doing any better, Mr. Kim."

Smack. This one stings even worse than the other with the clothing barrier now gone. The sound you let out is that of pleasure, the burn feels incredibly hot and nice on your skin.

"I really want to feel all of you tonight. Don't make me do it, angel." he refers to his earlier threat. The way he sounds flutters your heart, so stern yet so loving.

Your panties are pushed down to your thighs, you feel his hand kneading the flesh, grip often too tight it feels like he's pinching you. With his hand, Taehyung goes back to unzipping his pants, eyes never leaving your red flesh.

You inhale deeply, feeling his finger slide between your folds, gathering your slick before rubbing over your clit. You weakly chant his name, squishing your face further into the mattress and pushing your hips more into him.

Taehyung hurriedly lowers his pants, followed by his boxers. He strokes himself lazily, watching you mewl and whimper under his touch. You feel so warm and sticky he can't help imagining how it'll feel to be inside you again.

"A whole month," he reprimands, "A whole month away from this pussy, drove me fucking insane."

"Then take me, please take me." your voice drips with want, almost begging as you continue to lean further into his hold. his fingers keep playing messily with your clit.

Taehyung sighs, seemingly irritated with your input though he is fighting back a smile from breaking onto his face. His palm lands on your ass again, not as hard as the other two times but it elicits a loud moan out of you.

"If I didn't miss this cunt, I would've kept this going for hours." he mutters, mainly to himself, "Lucky for you, I can't wait much longer."

He ends his sentence with another spank, you scream into the mattress when he surprises you with another one, and you can feel the area becoming numb with pain.

His eyes sparkle as he takes a moment to admire his work, handprint branding your skin. He's impossibly hard, and even now that he's gotten his cock out of its confinements it still hurts to have not buried himself into your heat yet.

"On your back, sweets."

You oblige instantly, ignoring the ache you feel on your behind.

"Spread 'em for me."

Oh. It leaves his mouth almost breathlessly. The sight that greets him is one to die for. He leans down, fingers reaching between your puffy lips before he finally slides one inside you.

Your back arches, whole body contorting at the intrusion. Taehyung inserts another finger, he needs to prep you quickly, his need for you is becoming unbearable and it's evident by his leaking tip.

The sounds of his fingers fucking in and out of you are too loud, too embarrassing. But your body moves on its own, chasing the feeling of his fingers stretching you out.

"Did you let anyone else touch this pussy?" he rasps out, fingers still plunging mercilessly in you.

You shake your head, mustering out a shaky No before he quickens his pace. You can't really see straight right now, but you swear he has the world's biggest grin on his face.

"Good fucking girl. As you should." he praises, leaning down to give you a sloppy opened-mouth kiss.

A strained whine leaves your mouth when you feel his fingers sliding out of you. He pecks your lips between soft hushs, hand reaching down between your bodies to align his neglected cock to where its begging to be buried.

"Do you want me inside you, Jagi?"

"Yes, please!"

It twitches when it comes in contact with your soft folds, but Taehyung abandons his cock, moving to grab your clenched hand instead.

"Then put me inside you."

He places your hand on him and he slightly shudders at the feeling. He looks down at where you're about to connect, lower lip caught between his teeth as he takes in the sight.

The pressure you feel as he enters you is pleasant, you so much longed for him that touching him now almost feels unreal. Taehyung lets out a groan, and that sound alone is enough for your cunt to clench around his tip.

"Can you take more?"

Eagerly, you nod and you push more of him inside you. Taehyung praises you, beginning to roll his hips into your body. He pushes inside you just a little, but it's enough for your head to sink back into the sheets as you whimper.

"Eyes on me now, sweetheart." he demands, grabbing both your hands and pinning them above your head.

You look at him through glassy eyes, his face is scrunched up as he continues to push inside your tightness, your walls hugging him perfectly. He holds back a groan, finally sinking his cock completely in you and it drives you nuts. Grabbing onto his bicep and screaming out his name, feeling heavenly and looking like an ethereal sin.

You're his once again and this time he's not letting you leave.

THE HATING GAME - JJK

working together with your biggest competition was not something you saw yourself doing often. but fucking him one late night at office? never in a million years.

pairing — jungkook x female reader

genre — angst, smut

word count — 7.2k

warnings/tags — lawyer!jk x lawyer!reader, enemies2lovers, dom!jk, sub!reader, swearing, provocation, insults, petty arguing, vague mentions of murder/strangulation, jealousy, teasing, lying, denial, tension x100, improvisation, touching, so much sarcasm, explicit smut, light bondage, grinding, neck kisses, nipple play, tit slapping, begging, fingering, dirty talk, degradation, oral (m and f receiving), cunnilingus, choking, spitting, pussy slapping, tongue fucking, dick slapping (face), edging, crying, slapping (like once), spanking, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys), light pain kink, finger sucking, angry fucking, creampie, making out, cum eating, post-nut clarity, both very lost and confused by the end.

paired with this edit made by yours truly 🤭

a/n: hello and welcome to jahanara feeding into her office romance fantasies pt98583616 😭 please enjoy this very long and drawn out piece (similar to illicit desire) but more detailed, more descriptive and can be read as a stand-alone.

if you came from tiktok, hello and welcome to the dark side 😁 enjoy the long-awaited lawyer!jk au!

btw this fic has nothing to do with the book/movie called ‘the hating game’ the name just fit this ok 🙄

“We need to talk,” Jungkook’s voice causes your chest to falter as he enters his office, waiting for you to enter before shutting the door behind you and making home on the seat behind his desk.

“We can’t do this case.”

If you could burst out laughing right now, you would, but this was a professional work environment, “You invite me into your office, distracting me from my own work, just to tell me something I already know?” You make yourself comfortable in the seat opposite his, paying him a fake smile, “I don’t know why you’re panicking, we can easily get out of this. We can just say we have too much on our plate to take on a new case. There, done,” you shrug, leaning back in the seat without a care in the world.

Mr Jeon, your boss, thought it’d be a good idea to pair you up with Jungkook to work on a class case.

Why he’d even make that decision was beyond you. Neither of you got along well, trying too hard to one-up each other, spewing insults back and forth like there was no tomorrow. Failure to work well together in this case, you were both threatened with temporary suspension.

“Yeah, you’re forgetting one thing,” he says.

“What’s that?”

“My dad owns the fucking place.”

Yeah, your boss happened to be Jungkook’s dad, and honestly, it wasn’t such a bad thing. He was treated the same way as the other employees, sometimes a bit worse when it came to you.

You were his favourite employee, the absolute star of his team.

“He’s handed our current cases to another attorney so we can focus on this,” Jungkook groans, getting out of his seat to pace around your office as if he were going through a midlife crisis. He halts after a little dilly-dallying, “We should just take the suspension.”

"Pardon you, but I've got bills to pay, and I can't be having that suspension show up on my job record," you try to reason with him, but Jungkook didn't look very convinced. "Think about it this way…” you trail off, leaving your seat behind your desk to head over to him, standing confident in front of him, “When you're suspended, you're pretty much fired for an unfixed period.”

You were willing to work with Jungkook, just to get this whole thing out of the way, and there was only one way to get him on board.

Provoking him.

“I’m sure the Jeon Jungkook doesn’t wanna get suspended by his own daddy, right?” you taunt him, your voice getting quieter with each word.

Jungkook knew you were messing with him, and hated how you actually got under his skin, but with a defeated sigh, he agrees, “Fine, let’s win this case. How about we work on it over at your place? I’m sure you’ve got no plans for the weekend,” he scoffs, cocking a brow at your overly-confident form.

“I actually have a date this weekend,” you shrug, turning your back towards him ready to take your leave. “We can work on it later tonight, I’m leaving now.”

A date? There’s no way…

Jungkook is quick to rush to the door, blocking you from opening the door just as you reach out for the door knob. His arms were extended out to his sides, stopping you from leaving.

He needed to know who this guy was and why the hell he would go on a date with you of all people. “A date? Someone actually wants to sit and have dinner with you?” he questions, like it was the craziest thing he’d ever heard. “He’s gotta be deaf or blind.”

Now, with shit like this, you’d walk away, but Jungkook rendered you trapped in his office, “Listen you conceited asshole,” your index fingers goes to jab at his chest and you have to force yourself to ignore how built he was under his shirt, “I don’t like you. Never have, never will. We’re all a bit different outside of work but I’ve restricted you from seeing that side of me because you don’t deserve it.”

It was a simple and truthful explanation, you hated Jungkook beyond words, neither of you had a relationship outside of the firm. Your work persona would definitely not attract a guy with how much of a workaholic you were.

You needed this date, as a break from all the hardships these cases brought you.

Jungkook pondered your words carefully. Maybe he was a bit iffy about not having a relationship with you outside of work, he didn’t wanna be just a “work colleague” or that “annoying guy from work. He had way too much pride for that.

“Now if you could please stop hogging the door, that would be great. I don’t think I wanna spend another minute with you in your office.”

“Likewise, Y/N,” Jungkook sneers as he steps away from the door. It doesn't even register to either of you that this could be counted as an argument. How easily you both bumped heads with each other would have to come to a stop now that Mr Jeon was keeping a keen eye on you two.

As the day comes to night, you were still locked away in your office, reading away at your newly appointed case details and taking brief notes. The details were… gory to say the least, and exceptionally hard to read, but being a lawyer, you’d gotten used to it, having read the worst of the worst during your career. It was pretty much a skill to read such gruesome and ill details of murders, kidnappings and assaults with a straight face.

You were lucky not to be the only one reading up on gore so late at night, Jungkook waltzing through your office without knocking (as he always did) with a cup of coffee in his hand. He doesn’t say a word and instead sets the cup on your desk and takes a seat opposite you.

You thought you were seeing things.

Jeon Jungkook buying you coffee? That’s a first.

You don’t say anything, reaching out for the cup and bringing it close to your lips, about to take a sip, but you stop.

“You didn’t poison it, did you?”

As the man was getting comfortable in his seat, he deadpans, “Seriously? What am I, five?”

“Mmm, you act like it,” you mumble, shrugging your shoulders and taking a sip of the coffee anyway.

Thankfully, you were still up and alive.

“Have you had a look at the case yet? It’s a lot of information,” Jungkook says absentmindedly, shoving his hands into his pockets as he propped his feet up onto your desk; a move you’d witnessed on so many occasions, you’d gotten too tired to reprimand him for it.

You set the cup down and speculate over the mess of paper on your desk with a sigh, “Yeah.. I think it might be the hardest we’ve gotten yet.”

You pull out a photo of the crime scene from under the file, sliding it towards him.

It was a very clear image of strangulation on the victim, faded blood and marks of red around the victim’s neck.

All caused by his own father.

“So what are we? Defence or Prosecution?” You’d usually decide this part on your own, but you wanted to hear his thoughts first and ensure he was on the same page as you.

“Easy,” his eyes dip down to your desk, analysing the photo, “We’re defence,” he decides with no hesitation, pulling on his tie to loosen it slightly around his collar.

“What? You wanna go Defence? Seriously?” You thought prosecuting would be the most obvious route to take seeing as the evidence pointed towards the father of the victim being the obvious murderer.

“I spoke with Jimin about it earlier and he also thinks Defence would be the easier route for us.”

“Oh, so it’s just Jimin’s word against mine now?” you arch a brow at him, tilting your head to the side, awaiting a bullshit answer from him.

From the tone of your voice, Jungkook knew you were slowly getting worked up, and quite frankly, there was too much at stake to be arguing when the case hadn’t even started yet. “You know what, we’ll be the Prosecution if it shuts you up.”

As long as you got what you wanted.

“So who’s taking you on a date this weekend?”

Jungkook’s sudden question surprised you. You couldn’t think of one valid reason as to why he cared.

“Um, you probably don’t know him, but his name is Jung Hoseok—”

“—I know him.”

Of course Jungkook knew him; the pair went to law school together but parted ways after Hoseok got a job as a district attorney in the states.

He only returned a couple years back after becoming a legal director at their opposing law firm.

You regretted giving away Hoseok’s name. Now that Jungkook, your absolute nemesis, knew your potential love interest, he was probably planning to absolutely shit talk you to stop you from finding love to feed his bitter self.

“I know Hoseok pretty well, actually. He’s not really fit to be a boss if I’m being honest,” Jungkook recalls, remembering many times back in law school when leadership roles in team activities were up for grabs and Hoseok would always steer clear of them. “Surprised he’s willing to date a bitch,” he snickers, waiting for you to cuss him out.

“Listen, you’re tired, I’m tired, I don’t wanna talk about who’s a bitch and who’s fit enough to be a boss… and it’s definitely not you.”

“Oh yeah? What does Jung Hoseok have that I don’t?”

“Compassion, respect, authority, control, not to mention, he’s quite the attractive man,” you shrug with a sly smile, continuing to boast about Hoseok and at the moment, Jungkook was regretting even asking in the first place.

He could be all that and more.

“But our relationship isn’t very deeply rooted. We’re not in love or anything, we’ve only been on one date so our relationship is at the minimum right now.”

Jungkook didn’t ask for a dramatic reading of your relationship, and he’d just about heard enough, “Yeah, whatever. Can you cook? You should cook for us this weekend. You know, get the brain juice flowing or whatever it’s called,” he stands up abruptly, stretching his arms above his head before heading over to your couch, slouching against the material as he looks over at you, awaiting an answer.

“Why would I cook for someone I hate?”

“You don’t hate me,” he throws back at you, a sly smirk adorning his features, “You pick fights with me and always get competitive, because when you overcome me, it makes you feel better about yourself.”

You bite down on your bottom lip, pondering his words a little.

Maybe he was right to an extent. Nothing felt better than being put against each other and reigning victorious. Everyone in the firm knew how competitive you both were and always steered clear of any kind of opportunity to compete with you.

You sigh and roll your eyes, “Hmm… Maybe I might just have a thing for you, who knows,” you respond casually, shrugging your shoulders just to mess with him a little. “But that’s what you want, right? Another girl to fawn over you?” you taunt him, keeping your eyes trained on him as you recall the number of women that had bombarded your office earlier today after you were counted ‘lucky’ for working with Jungkook, ‘the most attractive guy in the firm.’

Now that made him fix his posture, sitting up for what could only be the most predictable thing he’d ever heard, “Oh my god, I knew it,” he laughs, almost demeaningly, “Everyone and their mum has a thing for me, you’re no different,” he shook his head in disbelief, a large grin spread across his face. “So that’s why you always argue with me, huh? Just so you can talk to me? That’s cute, especially since it’s you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you question, slightly offended.

“Because it’s gonna be fun having the Y/N, my biggest competition, falling in love with me, Jeon Jungkook. Imagine all the headlines that would make.”

God, he’s so full of himself.

As much as you hated how egotistical he was, you wanted to continue your little play act, rising to your feet and walking over to Jungkook by the couch and once near enough, you grab the end of his tie, leaning down towards him and pulling him close to your face with a deceitful smile gracing your lips, “Oh Jeon… You’re so smart, I can’t believe you figured me out so quickly…” you whisper, voice as soft as ever and something Jungkook had never heard before.

He couldn’t deny, your hold on his tie was probably the most attractive thing he’d ever witnessed, but he would never flat-out admit it to you.

Jungkook lifts his hand to gently rest against your cheek, merely trying to see just how far you’d go to keep this act up, “Mhm, I bet you like where we are now, don’t you?” he teases, his voice dropping several octaves and matching the volume of what was once your voice, now barely there as your mind went blank and his eyes proceeded to dance between your lips and your eyes.

Your cheeks had heated up drastically under his touch and you weren’t expecting him to make a comeback like that, and you really weren’t prepared to take things any further, but your pride would take a major blow if you backed out now.

Besides, the setting was perfect for that kind of moment; a near empty building, alone in the office, lights dimmed down, both tired and stressed out..

Your lips were mere inches away from his own and you could’ve kissed him if you really wanted to, and maybe, maybe you did want to kiss him—

No, that was the tense air speaking.

Just improvise.

“Mhm, this is exactly what I wanted…” you whisper, giving his tie one last tug till your foreheads were touching, “But I’m sure your hand can make-do in better places, don’t you think?”

Jungkook’s brow twitches, and you almost miss it, but it was enough of a sign to let you know he wasn’t expecting you to keep up. It wasn’t a problem for him though, the man was just as stubborn and prideful as you were, there was absolutely no way in hell he was gonna back down.

Not until you do.

“And what about yours, Y/N?” he challenges, eyes briefly peering down at your hand still gripping on the end of his tie, “I bet you’re really skilled with your hands, aren’t you?”

The real fun begins when the hand that was once resting against your cheek, drops a little lower, making home over the dip of your neck and Jungkook could feel your skin burn under his palm.

Your heart was racing as you discreetly pondered what he meant by that and once you clocked on, your body had stiffened, but you needed to seem unfazed, “Of course I am, probably more skilled than you at this point,” you shrug, gesturing towards his hand near your neck.

If he had the balls, he’d touch you somewhere more scandalous.

“Oh, is that right? You wanna bring my hands further down then, Y/N?”

Jungkook was testing you and your patience. If he thought you were gonna pussy out, he was wrong.

Your left hand grabs onto his wrist, right hand landing flat against his chest as you pushed him back against the sofa, and without even thinking of your next move, you impulsively make home on Jungkook’s lap, straddling his thighs as you adjust yourself on top of him. He watched on, slightly shocked and a little amused at the lengths you were going through just to prove a point.

With your hand wrapped around his wrist, you drag his hand down your body, slowly reaching your chest and stopping, “How about this?” you whisper, your voice on the verge of the faltering.

“Could be better,” he shrugs nonchalantly, sitting up to pull his blazer off his body, leaving it elsewhere and going back to his previous position, “Try this…”

He begins to pull his tie off around his collar, leaving it beside him for later use and then reaching up to unbutton his white dress shirt until hints of skin peeked through, “It’ll be better if you touch me yourself, but I’m sure you already know that since you’re so ‘skilled,” he says, his hands resting over your hips.

How long was Jungkook gonna keep this up? You were running out of ideas and though this was all a game, you couldn't help but feel just the slightest bit turned on, but how couldn’t you? You were sitting on his lap, your near-skintight skirt rolling up your thighs and you were almost certain he could feel the slight throbbing between your legs.

With one hand placed on his shoulder, the other reaching down to slip your hand past his shirt, your palms making direct contact with his built chest, God, you’re all talk,” you roll your eyes, leaning in to whisper against his ear, “Why don't you put your money where your mouth is?”

Jungkook throws his head back, eliciting a low chuckle, eyes meeting yours again as his palms made home on your thighs, squeezing your flesh enough to warm himself up, “If we continue, this won't be a game anymore…” he trails off, trying his absolute hardest to ignore the growing pain of his hardening cock under his slacks, “I won't be able to stop,” he continues, knowing inside he wanted this too, but was more than willing to back off if you seriously didn’t wanna do this, “Is this what you want?”

Fuck, of course you wanted this. Your body needed an output, some kind of relief. Just this once, you were willing to set aside your differences for what, ten minutes of quick relief?

You adjust yourself on his lap, your lace-clad cunt snug above his growing erection and you could've sworn you almost moaned at the contact. "Can you feel that?” you whisper, referring to the throbbing between your legs. "Is that enough of an answer for you?"

"Jesus Y/N," Jungkook nearly groans at the closeness. If he continued this game, he would cross a line that would be hard to come back from, and he was willing and ready to deal with the consequences to come.

With one swift move, he rests his fingers under your chin, tilting your head to the side to make room for his lips to attach to your neck, gently sucking and biting along your untainted neck didn't whilst he kept you distracted by the new sudden feeling of his large hands rocking your hips back and forth over his erection.

You elicit a soft sigh, eyes coming to a gentle shut as you basked in the soft pleasure, your soaked-through panties bound to leave a mark of your mess on top of him.

Jungkook pulls away from your neck, leaning back to admire your state; your cheeks were flushed pink, hair a little messy and a sheer layer of sweat adorning your chest, resulting in your blouse sticking to your body and arched a brow at you, “Take the shirt off for me, will you?”

You don’t hesitate to oblige, unbuttoning your mesh blouse with your eyes solely focused on him, and it seemed Jungkook had the same plan to just stare you down as you pulled the material off your shoulders, your well hidden assets finally coming in to view and Jungkook’s breath had hitched in his throat.

He didn’t know what came over him, or if he was just high in the moment, but you looked absolutely unreal; a simple yet stunning black lace bralette over your chest, your cleavage on full show and and it was everything he’d imagined. He inhales sharply, resisting the urge to just grab you, but Jungkook was a man of class (sometimes).

He gestured for you to remove the bralette and you did, hands reaching for your back to unclasp everything and let the material fall to your lap, freeing your tits right in front of his face and he was impulsively leaning in, briefly flicking his tongue over your hardened nipples before pulling away just to leave a ruthless smack over the expanse of your tits, revelling in the way your skin would redden and how your body would jump on top of him.

If he was feeling nice, he’d give in to you, give you exactly what you wanted, but to be frank, he wasn’t in a nice mood. He didn’t know if he hated you the way he did before all of this but God, was he gonna give you a piece of his mind..

Jungkook briefly slips his hand under your skirt and reaching between your legs, eager to feel just how soaked you were through your panties and boy, he was not disappointed.

Just mere talking and subtle teasing got you this riled up?

Clearly yes, your thighs were shuddering between his hand and you were almost embarrassed to be sitting where you were right now, “What are you waiting for?” you huff, frustration evident in your tone as you pulled yourself up to slip off your panties.

“I’m waiting for you to beg.”

“I’m not begging you—”

As soon as your panties were off, Jungkook was immediately pulling you back down onto his lap, now getting a real feel of your slick dampening his dress pants, “You’ll beg me, otherwise we can just wrap this up and call it a day…” he trails off, firmly gripping your hips as he pressed you down harder on his hardening cock, forcing a quiet moan to slip past your lips.

“Come on, Y/N… you know what you want, just tell me,” he whispers, eyes meeting yours and drinking in the irritation in them.

God, he loved irritating you.

Giving in just this once wouldn't hurt you, but you weren’t exactly the begging type of person, “I need your hands…” you manage to muster, your poor cunt practically leaking over his slacks.

“That’s not how you ask nicely,” Jungkook taunts you, throwing in a disappointed sigh, “Enlighten me, will you? How bad do you want them?” He leans back against the sofa, his hands rolling the hem of your skirt up over your thighs so he could have a clear cut view of your pussy, swallowing sharply once his eyes catch a glint of your flesh shining under the dim lights.

"Fuck you.." you grit. Jungkook stating the obvious was embarrassing for you; who would've thought Jeon Jungkook would be the reason for your desperation.

You could tell from the tone of his voice that he was enjoying tormenting you, and today was not gonna be the day you beg for him; you had far too much pride for that.

Instead of using your words, you grab ahold of his hand, guiding it down your body and between your legs. Once the pad of his fingers were against your clit, you wasted no time in rocking your hips against them. "I— I want your fingers inside me," you whisper against his ear, hoping he’d cut you some slack.

"Oh Y/N..." Jungkook shook his head disapprovingly. He quickly pulls his hands away to fetch his tie laying next to him on the couch.

You knew exactly where he was going with this and you were right; he’d grabbed your wrists and forced them behind your lower back, using his black tie to restrain your hands, and all you could do was shuffle on top of him, “I’d be careful when moving, wouldn’t want you to fall back,” he taunts you, a grin plastering his face as he pulled on the restraints one last time.

Jungkook doesn’t even spare you a minute to get used to the tie, his hand making home between your legs once again as he moved the pad of his fingers up and down against your swollen clit agonisingly slow, “Don’t you know your manners, Y/N? What happened to saying ‘please’ when you want something?”

You were falling apart on top of him, your hands clawing at nothing as you tried to remain composed. You felt absolutely hopeless, and giving in didn’t seem so bad right about now.

“I fucking hate you,” you seethe through gritted teeth, grinding yourself against his fingers seeing as his lace was too slow for your own liking, “Please, Jungkook…” it physically hurt you to say those words, feeling your cheeks swell up in embarrassment, “I wanna fuck myself on your fingers…”

Most certainly pleased by your answer, he doesn't waste any time, thrusting his index and middle finger into you so fast, a gasp was ripped from your throat. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Only a real slut would beg to get fucked by a guy she hates.”

His hands began to push in and out carefully, admiring your eventual fucked out state, "Fuck yourself on them, pretty," Jungkook instructs, gradually speeding up the rhythm of his fingers. "Or do you want me to curl them?"

It was a rhetorical question, already feeling him curl his fingers between your soft walls as you helplessly clenched around him.

It felt so good.

It was unfortunate your body was close to giving in, struggling to stay up on top of him but you tried to muster as much strength as you could to keep going, drowning Jungkook's digits in your slick as your hips moved up and down on his fingers at a similar pace to his wrist, “Jeon, I can’t..

"Oh? But you can argue with me, call me names, and make a fool of me in front of my colleagues?" Jungkook taunts, speeding up his fingers to a torturous fast pace that was sure to bring you closer to your high. "You can do all of that, but you can't fuck yourself on my fingers? What a pathetic bitch.”

He reaches behind you to untie the restraints binding your wrists together, letting the material drop to the floor behind you before he was picking you up and carrying you over to your desk, setting you down on the surface and pushing you to lie back ever so slightly as he dropped to his knees between your legs.

He split your legs apart, audibly groaning at the sight of your swollen pussy; clit peeking out and your tight hole desperately clenching around nothing. “Fuck… Look at that desperate pussy..” he mumbles to himself, fixing your legs over his shoulders as he leaned in, pressing the flat of his tongue against your cunt.

A content sigh left fell from your lips as he used the tip of his tongue to toy with your sensitive bud, causing your thighs to shake around his head. The repetitive movement had your body tensing and the moans you’d been keeping to a minimum now at the max.

“So— so good..” you whimper, gazing down at him. With your hands free, they moved to grab at his dark locks, shoving his head further between your legs till you could feel his nose repeatedly nudging against your clit and good god, Jungkook would go to hell and back to drown in your pussy for eternity.

He let out a muffled groan, sliding his tongue between your folds and sucking on your clit like his life depended on it, but he needed to pull away if he wanted to live to experience that.

When Jungkook pulled away, you whined, but he wasn’t gone for long, suddenly delivering a harsh slap to your cunt that made your body jump and left your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

It stung, but it felt so fucking good.

Pleased by your reaction, he did it again, this time only harder, “Oh, so Miss Lawyer likes getting her slutty pussy slapped?”

Before you could even respond, Jungkook was biting on his bottom lip, not wasting another second before he’d spat right over your aching cunt, forcing you to arch your back off the desk as he watched the bead of spit trail between your folds in awe.

He leaned in again, shoving his tongue into your aching cunt and feeling your walls clench around the wet muscle almost as if you didn’t wanna let go and he found it beyond amusing, pulling away almost immediately just to spite you as he stood up to tower over your body; mouth glistening from all the slick and you couldn’t deny he looked like a hot mess.

What you didn’t see coming, was Jungkook grabbing your face, slapping you one as he squished your cheeks within his hold, forcing your lips to pucker as he spat into your mouth, the mixture of his saliva and your slick seeping down your throat as you swallowed with no hesitation.

He chuckled deeply, “Should’ve known an A class whore like yourself was into this shit. What do you think the jury would think about that, huh?” He continues to tug on your face, forcing you to keep your eyes on him so he could watch you break down before him.

Jungkook pulls you up and off the desk, standing tall and confident in front of you as you tried to regain a steady composure, almost stumbling.

“I don’t know how they’d feel knowing the slutty prosecutor got on her knees for the heir of this firm,” he starts, reaching out to wrap his hand around your neck firmly and pulling you towards him, “We should risk it and find out, huh?” he breathes out against your lips, low and hoarse and you had to squeeze your thighs shut from the flutters you were feeling between your legs.

“I’d rather throw dirt in my eyes than suck your dick,” you spit, shamelessly lying through your teeth and Jungkook immediately knew you were playing games.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” His hands shift from your neck to the back of your head, gripping a hand full of your hair and urging you to get on your knees and you did exactly that, making it easy for him to get you down as you tried your best to conceal the knowing smile growing on your lips but all you did was lick your lips up at him, anticipation clouding your eyes as you gulped.

The subtle action alone had his dick jumping in his slacks and he refused to wait any longer before unbuckling his belt and pulling pants halfway down his thighs, leaving a thick and oblivious imprint of his cock straining against his boxers right in front of your face.

You didn’t realise it, but your body was inching towards him and Jungkook took notice straight away, doing you the favour of pulling his cock out from its confines to stand tall and hard before you.

You were meaning to reach out for him, but he beat you to it, wrapping a strong hand around the base of his cock as he pumped himself between his fist a couple times, squinting at the little bead of precum eventually dripping down the base of his cock and you could only stare on in awe.

“You want my cock down your throat, huh?” he taunts deeply, moving forwards so he could guide the tip of his leaking cock across your face, nudging your cheek and avoiding all contact with your mouth.

Right where you wanted him most.

“Say it,” he lightly slaps the tip of his dick against your cheek, dragging it down to your lips but not yet pushing in, “Say you’re a cock-hungry bitch who wants her face fucked by the man she hates so much…”

Submission was never your thing. You always showed yourself out to be a woman who always stood her ground, never taking shit from anyone. But now it was your worst enemy, proving you wrong on all of the above.

“I’m a cock-hungry bitch..” your words are there, but no confidence within them, “Who wants her face fucked by the man she hates so much,” you mumble against the tip of his dick, hoping he’d give in to you.

Jungkook shrugs, “Could be better, but what more do I expect from a whore?” He suddenly pushes the tip of his cock past your lips, taking you by surprise as he groaned deeply, basking in the warmth of your mouth as he slowly eased himself into you inch by inch until he completely bottomed out.

You couldn’t handle his immense size, already struggling to breathe and he hadn’t even moved yet and tears were brimming your eyes.

“Tight fucking fit…” he seethes, slowly pulling out only to slam back into your mouth with brute force, each thrust pushing against the back of your throat and though you started choking, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him. You didn’t want him to stop; allowing him to use your head as assistance.

“Fucking made for my cock, aren’t you? A perfect fit..”

The only sounds that could be heard were Jungkook’s groans and the illicit sounds of your gagging and spluttering, a mixture of spit and precum leaking out the sides of your mouth.

"Gonna make better use of your pretty mouth.. and dumb you up so you'll never be able to throw all that fucking attitude at me again.." With no prep whatsoever, he impales your throat again, this time keeping your head at the very base of his cock, your nose brushing against his abdomen as your throat clenched around him, squeezing tightly to the point you could feel him throb.

“If this is the only way to shut you up, I’ll have you on your knees more often,” he looks down at you, watching the woman who stood so high on her fucking imaginary pedestal, now kneeling between his legs with her mouth stuffed full of his cock like a needy bitch.

Jungkook was damn near certain he almost came from the sight of you alone so he suddenly pulled you away from him, a thick and heavy string of precum connecting your lips to him leaving you a gasping, teary eyed, heaving mess.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” you grumble, slightly annoyed by the sudden withdrawal as you hastily stood onto your feet.

“Oh, Y/N.. What am I gonna do with you?” he questions, sarcasm lacing his voice as he took a couple steps towards you just to grab your arm and turn you around; pushing you down front first against the glass surface of his desk.

You could barely make out what he was about to do, the side of your face pressed up against the glass but God, he was so close behind you, you couldn’t help but push back against him a little, whimpering at the sliver of skin-on-skin contact with him and Jungkook was all for your eagerness.

He spits against the palm of his hand, using the heel of his palm to reach down between your legs and massage your weeping cunt, briefly letting his digits dip into you before replacing them with his cock.

At last.

“Oh— fuck.. Jeon—!” You’re more vocal now than you were ever before, his size deeming you absolutely vulnerable as he pushed into you slowly. The stretch was beyond humane, he was practically splitting you open and your tears were suddenly making another appearance.

Jungkook felt like he was going through the seven stages of grief; not expecting you to be so tight around him and already so addicting, it was like a revelation for him.

“Pussy made just for me..” he groans, a palm aiming to land a harsh smack against your ass cheek, making you jump and the ongoing stinging sensation turning the affected area a light shade of pink which was bound to darken overtime. “All fucking mine—” he grits harshly squeezing the flesh of your ass as he continued to thrust in and out of your sopping cunt, “Fuck, look at your tight pussy just sucking me in… bet you like me shoving into your cunt, huh?”

“Uhghhh yes, yes! I love it so much!”

You loved the pain.

Each powerful thrust caused your body to repeatedly shift against your desk, again and again his dick slamming so deep into your guts you wondered if it were even possible to experience such a thing.

You could tell he was giving you his all; his muscles were tense, every vein in his body was popping out just so he could take out his frustrations on you. He dealt with your ass for three years; constant bickering, competitions, insults, but fuck him, if he knew you what got you going, he’d have fucked you way sooner.

“Bet you wished I’d come in and fuck you at some point, huh?” A smirk was lingering over his features, knowing well what your answer was.

“God— yes!” Your back forcibly arches against your will as you nod desperately.

Truth be told, you did look forward to his visits in your office just to argue with you. Arguing with an attractive man who looked even hotter when he was mad?

Of course.

“And everytime I’d leave your office, you’d sit in your chair with a wet fucking pussy all day, hoping I’d come back in just to fuck you, right? But God, why didn’t I do that?” he mentally curses himself, digging his fingers into your hips as his pace faltered, indicating he was losing traction.

“Fuck you for not making a move,” you hiss through tears, gripping at the edge of your desk for stability as his thrusts became sloppy and messy.

He lands another harsh smack against your ass, making you help in surprise, “Shut the fuck up, I’m not done,” he seethes, picking up the pace and knocking all other backtalk out of your lungs, "Every damn day, I've had to deal with your shit; talking down on me—" his words laced with anger as he slams in to you, "—flaunting your stupid awards in my face and walking around like you own the fucking place."

He abruptly pulls out, turning you over to lay back on the desk whilst he spread your legs apart, his cock slipping into you once more as his free hand settled a harsh slap against your tits, “Now I have you under me, crying on my cock like a little bitch. Where'd that confidence go, huh?"

You couldn’t bring yourself to respond, to busy doing exactly as he’d stated. Your mind was hazy and your body was going numb, all you were capable of was squeezing your walls tightly around his cock as a sign to say you were close.

“Oh you’re close, huh?” Jungkook brings his hand down to scoop up the stringy mess connecting both your bodies, “We can’t have security walk in, can we?” lifting his hand again to shove three slick coated digits into your mouth in a bid to silence your moans as you came. “Come all over my cock like you were born for it.”

And thank god he did what he did because your pleasure filled cries would have woken up the entire city.

Your tongue lapped at his fingers, sucking off whatever was there before he pulled them out of your mouth, admiring the way they glistened under the dim lights.

You stared up at him in a daze, chest heaving and tits bruised red as he thrusted back and forth a couple more times before finally reaching his orgasm with a low bellow.

“Fuck…” he groans to himself and you could feel his warmth completely fill you up, some of it too much to the point white was leaking out of your sensitive cunt as he drained himself empty into you.

Once Jungkook was certain he was done, he slowly pulled out, his cock falling limp and his mess now prominent between your legs, noticing it was all slipping out so he did you the duty of using his fingers to push as much as he could back into you, the sensitivity making you shudder, “Can’t let it go to waste,” he chuckles, bringing his fingers up to his lips to sneak a taste.

It was the hottest thing you’d ever seen and he was pulling you to sit up on the desk before grabbing your case with both hands and kissing you with all his might.

It was unexpected but you were too in the moment to stop him. You could just about make out the distinctive taste of yourself and him on your lips and all you were wondering was how the hell you’d both come back from this.

Jungkook bit down on your bottom lip, dragging it out towards him before letting go and watching the plumpness bounce back, red and swollen like he’d left his mark on you.

“What did we just do..?” you whisper, finally drinking in the state of yourself and the absolute state of your office, papers everywhere and the smell of sex surrounding you.

Jungkook didn’t know what came over him, but he needed to reassure you one thing; “This probably wasn’t ideal but I don’t regret it,” he says, eyes glued to yours and curious to know if you felt the same way.

You didn’t know if you felt the same way, but you certainly weren’t feeling bad about it.

“You don’t have to say anything now, or put a label on it or anything, you can take your time,” he tells you softly, pulling away from you to pull his pants back up and tuck himself away. He was unsure whether you wanted to be alone or wanted to stay in his presence, but he figured he’d do what was safest, “Want me to clean you up and walk you to your car?”

Your hands adjusted the skirt that had been rolled up your hips, pulling it down to shield your thighs and the mess as you shook your head, “Oh no, that’s okay, I can take it from here,” you reply, this time giving him a genuine smile for his chivalry, one he’d never actually seen on you before and he wished he could see it more often.

Jungkook nodded and went to collect his shirt by the sofa, throwing it over his shoulder and heading for the door, “I’ll see you tomorrow morning then for some case work.”

“Yeah, you too…”

He curtly nodded and headed out of your office with a sigh. He didn’t wanna leave you alone after that, but he wanted to avoid any intrusive/pushy questioning and awkwardness.

How the hell would you both ever come back from this?

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Thirteen Rounds

Pairing: Boxer!Jungkook x f!reader

Genre: smut smut smut smut smut! sex ban smut lmao; established relationship

Summary: JK's boxing coach tells him he can't come for four weeks before his title fight. Ah, four weeks isn't that long, right? ... Right?

Word count: 13.2k

Content: oral sex (m. and f. receiving), unprotected sex, masturbation (f.), orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, sex toys, uh implied come eating? (It's not mentioned but he comes in her then eats her out sooooo it's happening 😂), cutesy nicknames that honestly even make me cringe these days lmaooo

A/N: as I said in a post earlier today, this hit 6k notes on the old blog and I know crowing about notes is tacky and no one cares (and even I don't care! That's not why I'm here!), but I never really got to celebrate this fic when I posted it and it took the fuck off. So here's to another 6k 🤪🤪🤪

FOUR WEEKS TO GO

Jungkook walks slowly, very slowly, down the corridor to the door of your apartment. He does not want to go through it. He really doesn’t want to have to tell you what he’s about to.

Four weeks no sex.

That’s what Coach said. No sex, no masturbation, orgasms 100% completely verboten. He knows this is not going to go down well with you. From the very start of your relationship, you have never gone that long without sex. Jungkook isn’t sure he’ll be able to make it; he’s not sure if you will be either. A tiny part of him worries what it might do to your relationship – you’re stronger than that, aren’t you? This won’t hurt your relationship, will it? You’ve been together for years now, four weeks without sex can’t change anything… Right? Jungkook knows in his heart of hearts that it’s right but the thought of four weeks without you is so unutterably awful that he also can’t believe it won’t change things.

He flops face-first onto the sofa next to you and squirms immediately as you rake a hand through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly. Absolutely none of that from now on.

“You ok?” you ask and he can’t answer because the answer is no and he’s not going to be for another four weeks, another 29 days in fact. He mumbles nothing into the sofa.

“Just tired? Training hard today?”

Training wasn’t hard, especially. This conversation we’re about to have is hard, Jungkook thinks. Keeping his face shoved into the sofa cushion, he breaks the news.

“Jungkook,” slight impatience in your voice now. “I cannot understand you when you talk into the sofa; what’s going on?”

He lifts his head slightly but can’t bring himself to look at you.

“Coach says we can’t have sex until the fight.”

“WHAT?”

“We can’t have sex until the fight,” he repeats, quietly, miserably.

He clenches and unclenches his fists by his side, still not daring to look at you.

“But that’s four weeks away! Four weeks!”

“I know!”

He takes your hand and kisses it, leaning up on his elbows. He rests his head on your thigh, bumping it gently as if he were hitting it against a brick wall. He mumbles under his breath, as close as he ever got to invective against his Coach (whom he nevertheless trusts and respects deeply). You’re being quieter than he expected you to be and it makes him nervous. He expected outraged protestations, reasoned arguments, begging and pleading. But you’re sitting and thinking.

“Why?” you ask. “What’s it for?”

“He says it’ll improve my focus, power, and aggression if I don’t come between now and then…”

You hum in response and he risks a peek at your face. You’re smirking and something about it makes his stomach drop.

“So… You can’t come, but I can do whatever I want, hm?”

He hadn’t considered that. Of course, that makes sense; you’re not wrong, but Jungkook realises this with absolute horror. Not being able to fuck you for four weeks was going to be bad enough as it is, but four weeks of getting you off without a single second of relief for him? He feels sick.

“Noooo! Baby, please. Please, you have to do this with me.”

It’s not his usual role, but he is not above begging. You shake your head.

“No way; four weeks is a long time and I’m not fighting anyone.”

“I know it’s a long time! That’s why we have to do it together!”

“On the contrary, my sweet, little biscuit, the whole point is that we don’t do it together, isn’t it?”

You lean down and kiss his nose but it is of no comfort. He’s pouting now, both furious and devastated at this turn of events. When you start running your hands through his hair again and his dick twitches, he groans; this will kill him, he thinks. Stone cold dead, this is going to kill him. He holds your hand tight and looks at you, finally, dead in the eye, eyes wide and pleading, his absolute best puppy dog.

“Please,” he begs. “Please.”

“Why don’t we have one last night?” you suggest and Jungkook groans because he knows that tone. “You can start tomorrow. One night won’t make a difference, surely?”

You slide down the sofa until your faces are almost level and Jungkook is about to rest his head where your thigh was, but discovers your breast in its place. He holds still. This is his first test and, while you might have a point, he’s got rules to follow and he can’t break now, not at the very first hurdle. He’s got better self-control than that, hasn’t he?

“Hm?” you continue. “Start tomorrow… Come on, Kookie, please.”

He wants to say yes, of course he does, but if he’s going to last four weeks, he’s going to have to practise saying no.

You slide off the sofa onto your knees on the floor and he eyes you carefully. You’re dangerous and you know it. When you trail your fingers down his spine and kiss the back of his neck, he shivers.

“I want you so badly,” you whisper in his ear and he groans. You slip your hand underneath his T-shirt and he’s sticky with sweat. “I didn’t have you yesterday and now we have to go four weeks? Kookie, I can’t take it… Be good to me, Jungkook, please.”

He loves it when you beg. Hearing his name in your mouth all high and whiny, tremulous with need and desire. If he wasn’t hard before, he is now. Goosebumps follow your hand on his back and he shivers, groaning into the sofa, fists clenched again.

“My love, stop it, please. We can’t.” His voice is weak and he can’t believe how weak he’s feeling; if you persist might longer, he genuinely feels he might snap and he’s ashamed that his self-control is apparently all but non-existent. He must do better.

“But I’m so wet already.”

Fuck. He snaps. He kneels up and looks at you, your innocent, little face, a devil in disguise. If you’re just playing with him, just teasing, you’re going to be in big trouble.

“Get up,” he commands, slapping the sofa. You obey without hesitation and he grabs you by the legs, pulling so you’re falling onto your back. He tells him yourself you were lying, of course you won’t be wet; you’re just teasing him and he’ll tell you off and ask you to take this seriously and it’ll all be fine. Then he yanks down your trousers and your underwear.

“FUCK.”

He brings his hands to his face and rubs.

“Fuck, I thought you were lying just to tease me, but fuck, you really are.”

You are. Looking at you is almost painful; he’s desperate to touch you. You’re right there in front of him, legs spread, and all he has to do is touch you. But he can’t. If he starts, he won’t be able to stop. He shuffles back away from you slightly, hands moving to reach you and then pulling back. He swears again.

When you spread your legs wider and shuffle yourself down closer to him, he has to stand. He has to do something with his hands: clenching at his sides, on his hips, on his head, over his face. He’s pacing, too, unable to look at you once again. It would be all too easy to take his own trousers off, let his dick out of its cloth prison and fuck you into the sofa. He has to bite down on his knuckles to stop himself doing just that.

“Kookie,” you coo. “Aren’t you going to touch me? I need you… No one touches me like you do.”

Jungkook is open-mouthed and he has to turn away. He growls, deep in his throat, and gently places his fists on the kitchen counter, when what he really wants to do is smash straight through it. His whole body is tense, fighting itself in an agony of indecision. He needs you to stop; he’s sure you won’t. Not when you’re having this effect on him. He should’ve seen it coming. He knew you wouldn’t take the news well; for some reason, he didn’t expect you to immediately be so defiant. You were always so pliant and obedient for him. But then, this isn’t really his rule and you and his coach didn’t exactly see eye-to-eye.

He freezes when he hears the unmistakeable squelch of you plunging your fingers in your wet heat. Then you moan. Then you whimper.

“Jungkook, please.”

He can barely control his breathing as he stands, still with his back to you, unable to block the sound of you from his ears. He should be the one drawing those moans from you; he should be the reason your breathing is hitched.

He decides quickly that you have a point. He can’t come but that doesn’t mean he can’t do anything he likes. He crosses the space to the sofa in three large steps and forces your hand away from you. He doesn’t see the expression on your face as you look up; he’s too busy staring at his next meal. He squeezes your thighs hard and lowers his mouth to you.

“Fuck, yes,” you breathe and it goes straight to his dick.

He moans loudly as he licks from your core to your clit, drinking you in. He licks through your folds, not wanting to miss a drop. He swirls his tongue around your clit before sealing his lips and sucking hard; you grab at his hair and he flicks his eyes to you but your head is tipped back, your back arching off the sofa. He pulls your thighs, bringing you even closer, smothering him, burying him but if he can’t breathe, he doesn’t notice. He notices the pitch of your whines tilt; he notices your breath come quicker; he notices your thighs twitching under his hands; he notices you tugging harder and harder at his hair. He watches you as he works, alternately swirling his tongue across your throbbing bundle of nerves and sucking, until you’re screaming, your body writhing, shuddering under the waves of your orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he swears repeatedly, almost sure he hears you saying the same, but he can’t move his mouth from your lips; all that fresh arousal dripping from you has his name on it.

You squirm and bring your legs together, your feet pushing against his shoulders and he relents, shifting backwards but still gripping your thighs tight.

“I love you,” he says. “I love you, I love you but fuck, I fucking love your cunt.”

His hands move higher, his thumbs spreading your lips, running up and down, the slick noises they make like music to his ears. He whines as he drops his head to your thigh with a heavy sigh. He squeezes his eyes tight shut for a moment, trying not to lose all control even as his cock aches in his pants, desperate for you.

While he’s trying to keep it together, you extricate yourself from his grip and sink onto the floor. While he’s off-guard, you spread his legs and slot yourself between them. It’s only when his dick jumps as you slide your hands up his thighs that he realises what is happening. He leaps up and away from you in one, quick, fluid motion.

“No, no, no,” he mutters, hands tangling in his hair, twisting his T-shirt, gripping the kitchen counter, anything to stop them wandering to the bulge in his trousers. He’s painfully hard now, twitching with almost no provocation; his restraint is hanging by a thread.

“Jungkook,” you call for him, still kneeling on the floor. “Kookie, come here, let me help you.”

He growls and takes a deep breath. If he even looks at you right now, he knows he’ll snap.

“I’m going to shower.”

He has to get out, get away from you, anywhere will do.

“You better not wank in there!” you call after him. “Or I’m going to be really upset!”

He chuckles bitterly; as if he would ever choose his hand over your sweet mouth. He strips quickly and steps into the shower, turning the temperature as low as it’ll go and the power on full blast. He gasps as a strong stream of icy water hits him; he shudders and shivers and forces himself to stand still. He’s panting and his skin turns red under the blast but he can’t move, not until he’s flaccid, not until he’s stopped thinking about your beautiful pussy and your soft, hot mouth and no-! Enough of this. He calls to mind all his least favourite things, conjuring up the worst images he can, disgusting, horrible, anything. He just has to stop thinking about you.

When he’s finally showered and clean and soft, he leaves the bathroom. It’s not late, but you’re already sitting up in bed, naked as you always are, and he groans, trying to avoid looking at you.

“Hey now, that’s not fair,” you tell him, sulking with an exaggerated pout as he takes the towel from his waist and rubs it over his hair.

He almost chokes on his indignation.

“Not fair? Me not being fair? And what do you call that, out there? Is that fair, huh? And this?” He gestures to you, chest on display, arms just slightly squeezing your breasts together, as if you think he won’t be able to tell. “Is this fair?”

Swallowing hard and taking a deep breath, he sits next to you on the bed; he simply will not survive the next four weeks if he can’t get you on-side. He has to stop you reaching out to touch his cheek; he’s only just been able to lose his erection, he’s not sure he can manage another.

“I’m serious, y/n, I cannot do this.”

He’s not sure he can look at you anymore. The thought of spending a whole night next to your naked form, your soft skin pressed against him… He can’t. He can’t even think it without feeling a stir in his groin.

“I can’t do this. I’m going to sleep in the spare room.”

Never in his life has he been more grateful to have one. He’d sleep on the sofa or the floor if he had to, but, if he’s doing all this to improve his fighting, he needs to keep his sleep up, too.

“Jungkook! Don’t leave me!”

When he risks a look at you, you’re wide-eyed and open-mouthed, dismayed. He doesn’t ever want to be the cause of that face; his heart aches. Maybe this would affect your relationship after all. He returns to sit on the edge of the bed and takes your hand. He kisses your palm.

“I can’t- I… I can’t even look at you, right now, without wanting to jump you.” He says quietly, sadly. “I just-“

“I can put some clothes on?”

Your hopeful face squeezes his heart and he wishes that would be enough.

“No, baby, thank you but we both know that isn’t going to help. I know what’s under there.”

“So, we’re not even going to be able to sleep together for the next four weeks?”

“No, we will, I promise. I just… Right now, I just need to get away from you.”

He chuckles, trying to lighten the mood, but fails. He misses you already.

“Can I at least kiss you goodnight?”

Jungkook isn’t sure. He’s not sure the one thread of sanity he’s clinging to will last, but he has to give you something.

“Of course, you can,” he answers, with only a little hesitation. “But please… Be nice…”

You take his face in his hands and he shivers. You kiss him once, firmly, and then again, softly, sighing against his mouth. He wants to wrap his arms around you and kiss you again, wants to melt into your mouth and roll your tongue with his. Then he feels temptation in his groin and has to pull away.

“Night night, my little custard cream.”

“Night night, my love.”

He leaves, and shuts himself in the spare room, wondering just how on earth either of you will make it through the next 29 days.

THREE WEEKS TO GO

Jungkook isn’t home so you’re taking the opportunity for a little Me Time (courtesy of your favourite rabbit). It’s been a week since the last time you came (courtesy of Jungkook) and you’re on edge. You feel a little guilty for the way you behaved, but you’ve been good this week in penance, even though you’re already missing him terribly.

At night, when he wraps himself around you, his hard chest against your back, his strong arms holding you tight, you feel a steady pulse in your core. You want desperately to shift, just push your hips back a little, bring his hand to cup your breast, do something to address your need of him. It’s worse than usual because, of course, you always want most what you can’t have. Isn’t that a universal truth? Last night, you even wished he would go and sleep in the spare room again; having him so close to you, knowing that you can’t touch him like you wanted to was beginning to get unbearable.

Hence, Me Time.

Jungkook is out and not due back soon so you have plenty of time to take things slow. Or at least, that’s what you intend. You take a nice, long, hot bath; apply your favourite body lotion: a rich, thick, cocoa butter that makes you feel expensive; you potter around the apartment for a while in your sexiest lingerie – there’s no one to see you, but it makes you feel sexy anyway. You think about Jungkook. You think about his hair, too short for your preference at the moment; you like it a little longer, a little wavier, giving you plenty to grab onto at the nape of his neck just as at the crown; you like it when it flops into his face and he pushes it back; you like when he lets you plait it and style it, just for the two of you, just for fun.

You think about his beautiful, brown eyes: huge and wide, bright and shining, so open and innocent. You think about the way he looks at you sometimes, like you’re his entire world, like he’s looking at the most beautiful, peaceful sight he’s ever seen. You think about the way he looks at you at other times: like you’re prey; like he’s calculating exactly the right way to destroy you; his eyes dark, black, piercing; eyes that silently command and will be obeyed.

You think about his mouth: his soft, pink lips and two straight rows of perfect white teeth; you think about his mouth on yours, the unyielding pressure of his lip ring, the hard bite of his teeth on your bottom lip, his soft, wet tongue rolling against yours; his soft, wet tongue swirling around your nipple; his soft, wet tongue licking through your folds, flicking across your clit, his lips tight around you as he sucks. You think about his long fingers, their reach; his strong hands and how they direct and control you, pinning you down and lifting you up.

You think about his cock, the prettiest you’d ever seen (though you weren’t surprised, given the rest of him); in perfect proportion, neither too long nor too thick, a slight, gentle curve, smooth but for one thick vein running the length of it. It makes your mouth water just to think of it; your pussy throbs, missing it and you settle on the bed. You can feel the crotch of your underwear is already sticky and your heart is already thumping but you’re still telling yourself that you’re going to take this slowly, because you have plenty of time.

You discard your bra, teasing your nipples beneath it, twisting at the barbells that run through each of them, remembering the way Jungkook had reacted the first time he saw them, as if it were Christmas morning and they were a brand-new puppy and a skateboard. You slip a hand down behind the waistline of your knickers and exhale sharply as you spread your juices across your clit. You’re aching now, with desire, with frustration but you take deep breaths to calm yourself down. You let your fingers work slowly, gently, dipping down between your lips to your entrance, exploring your folds, teasing and tapping your clit. It was almost like stepping into a bath: enveloped in warmth as blood rushed to the surface of your skin, cocooned in pleasure as it radiates outwards from your core to the tips of your toes. Goosebumps spread as a shiver rushes down your spine.

Then you get out your rabbit and the lube and shuffle out of your underwear. You coat the toy with lube, wipe your hand against yourself and turn it on, letting it rest against you for a moment, cycling through the settings until you reach your favourite. You think, not for the first time, as you slip it inside you, smoothly, easily, how much you wish you had one of these moulded from Jungkook’s cock. He thought you were joking the first time you said it, but you weren’t then and aren’t now. You want to be able to have him inside you even when he wasn’t around – or at times like this when he is around but isn’t allowed inside you. Nothing compares to him and while this toy might get the job done, it will never be the same.

The little rabbit ears press intently against your clit as you angle it inside you and start to rock your hips, working out a long, soft moan. You tip your head back and close your eyes, focusing on the coiling pressure in your abdomen. You cycle to another setting – higher, faster, more insistent now – and whimper with every breath as your climax comes closer.

“God, I’ve missed that noise.”

You sit up with a jolt to see Jungkook at the bedroom door, eyes roving hungrily over your naked body.

“Jungkook,” you gasp. “What are you doing here? I thought you had plans.”

He shrugs.

“Changed ’em... Though I might be sorry I did.”

“I thought you were going to be out... But since you’re here...”

You beckon him to the bed as you switch off the toy. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head with a sigh as he approaches you on the bed. You’re surprised; you thought he would refuse, hold back, protest even a little. Maybe this would be easier than you thought.

He looks at the rabbit, appraising.

“How does it compare, baby?” he asks, his voice low, a smirk just ghosting over his lips.

“It doesn’t, Kookie.” You flop backwards onto the mattress again. “Nothing compares to you.”

“Let me help you.”

You sigh with relief, waiting to hear his trousers unzip or the shuffle of cloth as he undresses but it doesn’t come. Instead, you hear the quiet whirring of vibration as Jungkook turns the rabbit back on. He chooses a different setting – short, intense pulses – and slips the toy back inside you, pushing the ears hard into your clit, forcing a choked moan from your throat.

“Jungkook... Kookie, no. I want you.”

The look on his face is fierce but softens when he looks into your eyes. He kisses your temple and whispers in your ear.

“You know you can’t have me now, baby. Stop playing dirty.”

He takes a hand and pushes low on your stomach as he rocks the toy inside you and changes the setting: insistent, hard vibration that almost sets your teeth chattering.

“Fuck,” you whisper as your walls start to clench and all your muscles tighten and you’re whimpering, mewling, seconds from climax, your breath catching in your throat. You’re a band stretched to its limits and just as you’re about to snap, Jungkook pulls the toy from you and sits back on the bed, not touching you.

“Wh-.. I...”

You look at him, dazed and confused, as he stands up and takes the toy with him out of the room.

“Where are you going?” you call after him, your voice weak and strangled.

You’re itching with frustration and impatience and when he returns, only a minute later, you turn to him, outraged. He’s empty-handed and he sits on the edge of the bed next to you and tucks your hair behind your ear sweetly.

“What are you doing?” you ask, still breathless, heart still pounding in your chest.

He leans closer to you, resting on his forearm on your chest, lightly crushing you beneath his weight as he takes your hand in his and directs it to his crotch, where you can feel his dick, semi-hard under his trousers.

“I’m showing you how hard this is,” he whispers menacingly in your ear. “You’re still not playing fair, little miss.”

He stands and walks out of the room, looking back over his shoulder at you.

“If I don’t get to come, you don’t get to come!” he calls.

You give a little, angry shriek and throw a pillow at him, which misses by miles, and you storm out after him.

“I did not sign up for that!” you shout, giving him a shove.

He grins at you and raises his eyebrows.

“What’s mine is yours, baby.”

“No way! No way! You know the second you leave, I can just make myself come.”

“That’s true,” he admits as he checks his watch, “but I’m not leaving again tonight.”

Furious now, you move closer to him, your hands on his hips. You lick your lips and move a hand between you, palming his erection. His eyes flutter closed.

“Two can play at this game, Jeon,” you hiss, sliding your hand between his trousers and his boxers, running your finger up his turgid length.

“Don’t call me Jeon.”

“Isn’t it your name?”

He tips his head back and bites his lip as you finally breach his boxers, wrapping your fingers around him, squeezing lightly.

“You only call me Jeon when you’re pissed,” he chokes out.

“Yeah, I’m fucking pissed.”

His head tips forward again and he looks at you as you sink to your knees, pulling his clothes down with him. You see him swallow hard.

“Not sure you thought this through, did you?” you ask, swiping your tongue across his head, tasting the tang of his pre-cum. “Here you are, all hard and ready for me...”

You take a hand through your lips, sweeping up your arousal and spreading it on the head of his dick.

“And me all ready for you...”

You wrap your lips around him and take him until he hits your throat, looking up at him through your lashes, then you come up and pause, just holding him in your mouth, your tongue running back and forth across the underside. Jungkook grunts and his eyelids flutter closed. You can see his fists clenching on either of him.

“Y/n...” he groans, quiet and strangled.

“Mm?” you hum, not taking him from your mouth, and you notice the muscle in his jaw jump as he clenches. “You started this,” you remind him, as you trail sloppy, wet kisses down the length of his hot, smooth cock. “I was going to be nice to you, but you had to go and spoil it.” You run your tongue flat across his balls as your hand continues to pump his shaft and he moans.

“Fuck, I miss you,” he whines, his voice high and tight as you run your tongue back to his head, enveloping him in your mouth once again. “God, fuck.”

You hollow your cheeks and suck, your hand and mouth moving as one. Jungkook’s fist moves to your hair, gripping tight, not directing you, just to have something to hold on to. As you push lower, tipping your head to take him into your throat, he jerks.

“No, no, no, stop! Stop.”

He pushes you back by the shoulders and stands, his breathing ragged, looking up at the ceiling and blinking hard. You let him stand there, recovering; you stay kneeling at his feet.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he says, each more aggressive than the last. He pulls his boxers and his trousers back on and looks at you, eyes wild. “No.”

“Kookie... Please.”

You pout up at him, put your hands on his thighs, and shuffle just an inch closer.

“No. Fuck, no, I can’t. I can’t.” He looks at you, alternately desperate and resolved and then shakes his head. “Baby, god, I want to. You know I want to. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

His hand is in your hair again, gently pulling you upwards, pulling you closer. He kisses your cheek and your lips, each little peck lasting a little longer than the last, until he just barely parts his mouth and you grab his bottom lip in your teeth. He moans and pulls away.

“No, no, no, no,” he whispers. “I can’t.” He swallows hard and looks skyward again, praying for strength. Then he repeats his no before stalking off into the spare room, cursing under his breath.

You sigh, more frustrated than ever, and, having spotted your stolen sex toy on the bathroom counter, you go back to finish what you started.

TWO WEEKS TO GO

Jungkook is sleeping in the spare room again. He says it’s because you’re not to be trusted, but what he means is that he isn’t to be trusted. He could barely trust himself around you before, but two weeks into the ban, he can’t risk taking any chances. Especially not with the way you’ve been behaving.

Apparently, so you tell him, there’s very little evidence to suggest that sex before a sporting event has as negative effect on performance.

“I even read,” you say, not for the first time, “that not having sex for a while lowers your testosterone so it’s not just that having sex isn’t bad, it might even be good! Don’t you want that?”

He’s trying to block you out. You’ve already told him this and he’s already told you that he’s doing as he’s told. He focuses on the TV, trying to get invested in the storyline, trying to care about the characters while you pester him relentlessly. He has to grit his teeth together and breathe carefully.

“Don’t ignore me, my little hobnob.”

You always pull out that biscuit when you think he needs to lighten up. He tries not to grin, not very successfully, because it’s such a ridiculous name – who calls a biscuit that, really? Then you slip your hands around his waist and rest your chin on his shoulder.

“I miss you,” you say, kissing his shoulder and rubbing his back.

He sighs, dropping his head, carefully trying to revel in your touch without giving in too far.

“I miss you too, love. Just two more weeks.”

You sigh, aggravated, and sit back.

“Yeah, two more weeks; we’re only halfway through. We have to do all of this all over again. Is that really what you want?”

“No, of course it’s not!”

Of course, he doesn’t want it. What he wants is to pin you down and eat you out ’til you’re screaming and then he wants to fuck you like his life depends on it, spend himself on you so hard he literally can’t move. What he wants is the opposite of this. Why can’t you understand that?

He turns to you, shifting his body around and reaches for your hands.

“Of course, it’s not what I want. I want you all the time. Why do you think I’m sleeping in the spare room again? I can barely stand sitting with you like this; every part of me is screaming at me to just take yo-“

“Then do it! Do it! I’m telling you, the science is on our side!”

He has to take a deep breath; he knows you may well be right. And he doesn’t like the thought of doing all this for no reason, for, if the article you read is right, the possibility that he’s actually less strong, less powerful in the ring, but he’s on a path and he has to stick to it.

“I’m doing what Coach says,” he tells you, sounding more resolved than he is. “I hired him for a reason and he’s already said he can notice a difference. This fight is so important and I have to follow him to the letter. I am sorry. I am…”

He is what?

He puffs out his cheeks and sighs. He doesn’t know what to say. There aren’t words for this or, if there are, he doesn’t know them. He leans forward and grabs the back of your head, pulling you in for a kiss. He knows he shouldn’t, knows how dangerous this is, but he misses you so much and he’s so upset and you’re so upset and he has to do something.

You scoot forward and sit yourself in his lap. His heart hammers in his chest, anxiety or desire or a heady mix of both, he’s not sure but his mind is slipping away from him and he’s not sure he cares anymore. He wraps his arms around you as his tongue finds yours. You’ve hardly had this much of each other over the last week and he’s ravenous. You moan into his mouth as he sucks on your tongue and he feels a stirring in his crotch. He can feel you, just above him, and he wants to push you down, roll your hips over his, but he daren’t; he doesn’t think he’ll be able to stop himself if you do.

He's breathless with the need of you and it catches in his throat as you grind into him. He moans and bites hard at your bottom lip; you keep going, kissing him hard so that he can’t speak.

Jungkook gathers up his strength and pulls back, holding you tight in place so you can’t chase after him. He’s breathing heavily and his hand trembles as he reaches up to tuck your hair behind your ear.

“Y/n…” He doesn’t know if it’s a plea or a warning; he doesn’t have any more words to follow. There isn’t anything he can say or do that will make this situation anything other than torture. Nothing will make you feel better than being fucked by him, fucked hard, nothing more and nothing less. He knows because he feels the same. He’s almost dizzy with desire; he’s giddy but clinging with desperation to the last remnants of his self-control. There’s a tiny voice at the back of his head proud of him for having come this far, but he can’t listen to it because we all know what comes before a fall and he can’t afford a fall like this.

It's the title. It’ll be his first title. This win will put him on the map. This win will establish him as a real, professional boxer, one to beat; this will be, he hopes, the first of many belts, many titles. His coach has real faith in him, he believes he can make it to world champion if he works hard enough. And Jungkook wants it. He wants to work; he wants to win. And now, he has to win. Losing is not an option. And once he has won, once this is over – in two, long, painful weeks – it’ll have all been worth it and he’ll be able to have you six ways from Sunday, every day of the week.

“Please don’t stop,” you whimper and the open, desperate pleading of your glistening eyes goes straight to his dick. “Please, please.”

He’s had to resist your pleading before; he’s even enjoyed resisting your cries and pleas, but that’s when he’s been in control; that’s when he’s been ramping up to wrecking you once, twice, three times, as many times as you can take. This is ramping up to nothing and your pleading only makes him feel broken.

You bring your face to his again and he can’t back away. You kiss him with urgency, running your hands over his body beneath his T-shirt, teasing his nipples until he’s fully hard, straining against his boxers, pressing against your crotch. You strip off your own top and Jungkook’s resolve crumbles. He dips his head, lifting you slightly from his lap to kiss your breasts, to flick his tongue over your nipples and swirl them in his mouth, one at a time, until they’re tight and hard. He bites hungrily and you mewl above him, whining his name. It’s like heaven to him and he can’t believe he hasn’t had this for two weeks; the two weeks stretching out in front of you are paling, forgotten in some faraway corner of his mind.

He's kidding himself that he can last a little longer with you lifted up like this, your hips no longer grinding your core into him. He keeps his mouth occupied at your chest and squeezes your glutes in his hands, then slipping them into the wide legs of your shorts. When he pulls your underwear to the side with one hand, and slips the fingers of his other hand into your warm, waiting slip, he sighs with satisfaction. You’re tight and soft and so, so wet.

You take his face in your hands and pull him back to your mouth. The kiss is all tongue and heavy breathing, messy and far from pretty but you’re each so desperate for the other that nothing else matters. You kiss his cheek and his jaw and bite down on his earlobe, whining breathily as he presses insistently against your front wall, each curl of his fingers bringing you closer to the edge. He slips his other hand behind your underwear and spreads your slick over your clit, rubbing insistently, knowing you’re getting close. He can tell by the sounds you’re making, sounds he’d work out of you every day of his life if he could.

“God, Kookie, baby, yes.”

You plant your lips on his neck, muffling your whines and whimpers as the heat builds inside you. Jungkook groans, shivering as you suck on his neck, as your cunt clenches his fingers tight, as your legs shake on either side of him. He doesn’t stop, can’t stop even when you’re tugging his hair, even when you’re squirming, even when you’re screaming his name. He’s far away now, lost in the bliss of your velvet heat. He’s insistent and you’re so sensitive that he pulls another orgasm from you with a cry and a shudder that takes your whole body. He’s so focused on you as a way of distracting himself from his own intense, aching desire. He’s painfully hard; he can feel the spreading circle of pre-cum on his boxers; he’s not entirely sure he won’t come even if you don’t touch him.

Then you flop against him, spent, and your hand grazes his crotch and he jerks violently.

“Fuck!” he gasps and tears prick in his eyes. He can’t look at you; he stares far away, out of the window, trying to stop his dick throbbing, trying to slow his heartrate, trying without success to calm himself.

“Kookie,” you whimper, your voice shaky. “Let me-“

“No,” he whispers, no strength in his voice, no strength anywhere in his body except his stiff, swollen cock. He closes his eyes and he can feel a tear trickle down his cheek, followed by your lips as you kiss it away. He flinches at the contact and whimpers when you stroke his hair.

“I can help you,” you whisper but he doesn’t hear you.

He’s lost, his mind strangled with desperate desire. His brain is whirring, swimming, floating away from him; his fingers tingle and shake and his heart thumps erratically in his chest. He’s never been this excruciatingly turned on before and knowing that he can’t see it through is heart-breaking.

You move your hand towards the waistband of his trousers and he grabs your wrist. He’s gripping so tightly, he’s sure it’ll hurt, but he can’t be gentle now.

“Don’t-,” he starts but his words are swallowed by a sob.

You press your forehead against his and he can’t stop the whimper as you kiss him, so light, so soft. He holds your face in his hands, barely even really touching, trying not to tangle them in your hair and pull you closer. You stay like that, just looking at each other for a minute or more, his eyes never leaving yours. He knows he needs to calm down, knows he should be calming down now that you’re still but his breathing doesn’t settle and he can hear the thump of his heart and the roar of his blood in his ears.

“Baby,” he says eventually, his voice croaky and hoarse. He has to do something and it has to be something drastic. He needs a shock to the system, a full reset. “I need-… I need you to get something for me.” And he needs you to get it because he’s not sure he can walk, not sure he can move at all.

“Anything.”

“Ice. And water.”

“Huh?”

“Ice and water; I need a big, big glass- a jug of iced water please.” His voice wobbles at the end and he’s trying so hard to regulate his breathing, trying so hard not to feel the pulsing in his underwear.

“Ok…”

You shift on his lap but he can’t let you go. His fingers twine in your hair and you have to pry them out to allow you to get up.

With the relief of you off him, the air around him clears and he jumps up, taking off his T-shirt and pushing his trousers to the floor. Once again needing to do something with his hands while he waits for you, he holds them out to the side, not daring to let them anywhere near his erection, fists clenching and unclenching. He feels like he might really be on the edge of a heart attack or an aneurysm. He feels abnormal, like nothing he’s ever felt before. He could keel over.

He can hear you, the ice clinking in the glass and he taps his feet, impatient. When you hand it over, he takes it with both hands and up-ends it all over himself.

“Jungkook!” you cry, as water splashes all over the floor and the sofa and the coffee table, but it sounds distant, the shock of the water temporarily sending him far away. He’s gasping and shivering and blinking hard, then screwing his eyes tight.

“I need you to go,” he tell you, still unable to look at you.

“Go where?”

“Anywhere, baby, literally anywhere,” his voice is still wobbling, his teeth chattering. “If we’re still in the same room in five seconds, I think I’m going to die. Come or die, either way, I don’t know but please, please just go.”

“Ok, I’m going, I’m going.”

He can barely hear you; he scrubs his hands over his face, swearing over and over and over again, begging the universe to let him calm down, to make these next two weeks go as quickly as they possibly can.

ONE WEEK TO GO

Jungkook hasn’t taken any more risks since that night. And he has also told you, almost every day since, to behave yourself, to stop doing that; he’s asked if you’re trying to kill him and the truth is: yes. You’re sick of it now; it takes almost nothing to get you hot: just the thought of him, randomly popping into your head as you’re trying to send emails at work, and you’re getting wet. You can’t sleep anymore. He’s still in the spare room but you lie in your bed, thinking about him lying in the other bed, and you can’t help yourself. You make yourself come again and again but it’s never enough. You can’t believe that he’s not only managed to ruin all other men for you but also your own damn self. You know how to push all your buttons but it’s not the same when it’s you doing it, it's not the same without Jungkook between your thighs.

You know there’s only a week to go, but it’s too long and you’re too frustrated and you’re reaching your boiling point. So, you do what any other sane person would do: naked protest. You stop wearing clothes in the house entirely, getting dressed only to go out and stripping as soon as the front door shuts behind you. When you first walk into the kitchen as Jungkook is eating breakfast, he chokes on his cereal and you have to slap him on the back; you feel his eyes following you as you make yourself a cup of tea and some porridge.

Now he’s just ignoring you. He’s doing his best to stay out of any room you are in, but that’s fine. It’s a small apartment and you’ve hidden his noise-cancelling headphones, so you know he can hear you when you moan and whine, wanton and gratuitous, as you do your best to fix your frustration.

He still hasn’t broken. You’re impressed, honestly. You didn’t think that he would be able to hold out this long and, as aggravated as you are, as deeply, unutterably frustrated as you are, you can’t help but admire his self-control. Unable to be in the same room as you, he texts you and tells you that his trainer is impressed with his performance and is confident about the fight; he believes he can win. He had fucking better win is what you think, but you text back something a little more supportive.

Six days before the fight and Jungkook is in the shower. You’re at a loose end, so you decide to join him. You thank the lord that he didn’t lock the door; he’s got his back to you and doesn’t notice you there until your hands are on his waist. He cries out in surprise and goes to turn around but you hold him still, kissing his shoulder and his back and the nape of his neck. You run your hands up his abs, grab his fulsome pecs, and peeking around his shoulder, you’re delighted to see he’s already hard.

“Were you about to masturbate in this shower?” you ask him, only half-serious.

“No,” he groans. “This is how badly I want you, y/n. Why are you making this so hard?”

You giggle at his choice of words and he growls deep in his throat. He turns around and cages you in against the screen with his hands either side of you.

“In six days,” he tells you, his voice low, face serious, eyes pinning you to the spot. “In six days, I am going to fucking destroy you. I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t walk straight for a week; I’m going to fill you up so completely, my cum never stops dripping out of you; I’m going to make you scream so loud, our neighbours want to call the police; I’m going to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you again, then I’m going to fuck you some more and I’m still not going to be done. I’m going to take this cock,” he says, grabbing it at the base and hissing hard through his teeth as he does, “and I’m going to wreck your pretty little throat and your pretty little pussy, is that what you want?”

You can only nod, mute with desire, as you can feel arousal drip down your legs and you shiver, despite the warm, steamy atmosphere. Jungkook nudges his nose against yours, eyes still black as pitch, and he whispers in your ear.

“In six days.”

Then he leans back and stands back under the stream of water.

“Now get the fuck out.”

You’re so overwhelmed, you just do as he says and he follows behind you, shutting the door – and locking it – as soon as you’ve crossed the threshold. You blink hard and, as you come to your senses, you feel too many things at once: hot, frustrated, desperate, livid, heartbroken, a little bit intimidated, a lot excited, and over and above everything else, impatient.

Jungkook stands in the shower, turning the water icy again. He’s shaking, trembling all over, and before he can get himself under control, he’s sobbing. Hands against the tiles, shivering with cold and shuddering through ragged breaths, he drops his head and cries. Cries because he’s so frustrated, because he misses you so much, because he’s so tired, because he hates disappointing you, because he’s anxious, because he’s not sleeping well at night without you, because a tiny, paranoid thought niggles at him that this is going to make you leave him, because he can’t live without you and if he didn’t know it before, he knows it now.

He cries under the cold water for so long that it stops feeling cold against his skin and when he finally steps out of the shower, his skin is livid red and icy to the touch.

He goes to stay at a friend’s house that night.

“Look, I love you so much and I miss you so much that I can’t be around you,” reads his text. “Just thinking about you makes me want to die a seriously Little Death. The fight will be over soon; just six more days and I promise, I’ll give you everything you want and more. I love you, I love you, I love you. Please, please, please wait for me.”

“I love you, too, my little Bourbon,” you reply. “But I might never forgive you for this.”

“I promise, I’ll make you forgive AND forget, just wait ’til Saturday.”

He stares at his phone, wishing the messages said something different. He knows you’re joking, thinks you’re joking, hopes you’re joking, at least a little bit.

He sends a string of different kiss emojis and you toss your phone down beside you. Considering your small arsenal of sex toys without hope, you pick one at random, knowing even before you’ve started that it’s not even going to touch the sides of your desire. Your need for Jungkook has become a yawning chasm that stretches further than the eye can see; and it is a need for Jungkook specifically. For one mad moment a few days ago, you had considered the possibility of going out and getting fucked by someone else, but the second you thought it, it repulsed you: you don’t need a dick, you need his dick; you need his mouth; you need his hands. You need him, no one and nothing else. Accept no imitations. Which is really rather a pain right now.

You try to focus on your body, on the pleasure building there, the pleasant thrum in your core as you work with the vibrator in your folds and against your clit. You try to think about nothing, removing Jungkook from the equation, just emptying your mind and focusing on the physical sensations of your body.

It doesn’t work and you get so frustrated that you throw the vibrator in the bin and then, that not being enough, scoop up the others and chuck them in there, too. What’s the point of them, you think to yourself bitterly.

These had better be the fastest six days of your life or you aren’t sure you’ll survive.

FIGHT NIGHT

It was finally here. Jungkook had been working towards this for months, years, for his whole life in a way. It was both the pinnacle of his career and the first step of what he hoped would be a very long journey to the top. The final fight in his bid to be The Ring’s Super Middleweight champion: his opponent, Saul ‘Canelo’ Alvarez. Jungkook has him on reach and height, and he’s also lighter, which he thinks will be to his advantage. Canelo might be a slugger, but that’s where Jungkook excels. People think that his lightness is a disadvantage, that he doesn’t have the strength to throw hard enough punches, that he’s weak, that he’s Amir Khan. But he’s better than that. He’s agile and yes, slighter than other super middleweights, but he’s also strong and he’s also powerful and there’s nothing like seeing the surprise in his opponent’s face when he got his first punch in and they realised that for themselves. Of course, now he’s getting better known, he’s losing that element of surprise but it’s hardly the only thing he’s got in his keep.

But he’s not thinking about that. Today, just like all the other days this week, he’s thinking about you. His coach keeps telling him that he’s strong, that he seems focused, that he seems strong, but Jungkook isn’t entirely convinced. All he can think about is you; his mind is already beyond the fight and he’s anxious that this is going to be his undoing, that he’s going to have survived these past four weeks only to be so keyed up and desperate in the ring that he loses.

He wishes he could see you, just for five minutes, but you’ve been banned from his presence on fight days. You’re also banned from the gym on training days. Jungkook agrees with Coach that that’s probably for the best but it doesn’t mean he likes it. You are a distraction, there’s no denying it, but today, he really feels like he needs it. He needs you. Even an ounce, even a drop of you will do.

He pulls out his phone and dials your number.

“Kookie! Are you ok?” You sound concerned.

“Yeah, I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?”

“We never speak on fight days; I thought something might be wrong.”

Jungkook sighs and leans his head back against the wall.

“Something is wrong: I miss you.”

“Jungkook! Don’t scare me like that!”

He laughs and knows he was right to call you; just hearing your voice is like a balm to his fraying nerves. He already feels more relaxed.

“I’m sorry, love,” he replies. “I just wanted to hear your voice; we haven’t spoken this week.”

“I know and whose fault is that?”

“I know, I know, it’s mine, but I can’t wait to see you. Even if I lose this fight, as long as I’ve got you, I’m good, I’m a winner.”

“Hey now, you’re not going to lose, my little oat and raisin cook-”

“You don’t like that flavour cookie, do you?”

“Well, I don’t, no, but I thought I’d go with the least sexy flavour, in respect of how easy it is to get a ‘rise’ out of you at the moment.”

He snorts, appreciative of the weird, little effort.

“I think you’re right: raisins are not sexy but cookies are sexy biscuits, aren’t they? By default? Sexier than normal biscuits, right?”

“So you’re saying we need a raisin biscuit that isn’t a cookie.”

“Yeah.

“Garibaldi?”

Jungkook laughs.

“I don’t even know what that is, love, but sure, it doesn’t sound sexy.”

“Ok, then, I know you’re not going to lose, my little garibaldi.”

He laughs again and tells you that his coach has said the same thing (“… not in the same words”). He wishes he could stay on the phone with you longer; having barely spoken to you this week, he misses your voice, your presence, your conversation, just as much if not more than he misses your body. He sees his coach crossing the room, approaching him and he rings off reluctantly, but relieved he got even a minute with you before tonight.

He’s pacing in the dressing room; it’s almost time. He considered asking you not to come to this one; he’s not sure that he’ll be able to focus knowing you’re so much as in the room. The usual rule is that you’re allowed to attend but you have to sit somewhere in the back, somewhere he won’t be able to see you; he’s not sure if that’ll be enough tonight. Coach is talking to him, trying to hype him up, but he can’t hear a word. He just knows he needs to end this fight as soon as he possibly can and that means not going out there all guns blazing like a reckless thug in a bar fight; it means taking a step back (and he physically does it, takes one step back), taking a deep breath, and remembering the strategy, remembering the training. He’s ready for this (“You’re ready for this, JK,” Coach cries); he’s going to destroy Canelo (“You’re going to smash it, mate; you’re going to destroy him!”); and then he’s going to destroy you and himself in that order.

Canelo seems thrown off by Jungkook at the start: his size, maybe, his strength, his Southpaw stance despite being right-handed, Jungkook can’t be sure, but he wins the first round decisively and it’s exactly how he needs it to go: he likes to be the underdog but he likes an early lead. Spite and competitiveness can get you surprisingly far in life. He was right that Canelo is heavy and Jungkook is able to run rings around him; he thinks he might genuinely be able to get this wrapped up early, if he can just manage to hit him hard enough.

That turns out to be an ambitious goal and, halfway through, he’s slightly down on points. He’s frustrated; he can’t quite work out why his punches aren’t landing. Are they really not connecting? It certainly doesn’t feel like it. Are the judges just not seeing them? He’s not sure what he can do about that. He spits out the water Coach squirted in his mouth and he’s nodding at his advice. As he stands to get ready for the seventh round, his eyes roam the crowd, not looking for anything, just looking. Then his stomach flips. He sees you.

You’re sitting in your seat, anxious and uncomfortable. It always makes you anxious to see him fight, even though you know he’s trained for this and he’s as safe as anyone else would be in the same situation, but you flinch every time Canelo lands a punch. Jungkook hasn’t lost a fight all year and you’re surprised to see him losing – even if not by many points. You hadn’t really considered the possibility of him losing, because he doesn’t. He’s Jungkook. He’s the Baby Assassin of Busan. He doesn’t lose.

But things go from bad to worse. The next rounds see Jungkook falter, making uncharacteristic mistakes and misjudgements that cost him points. As the bell rings at the end of the tenth round, you can see the frustration in Jungkook’s face from here. Your stomach twists; you know how much this fight means to him and how upset he’ll be if he loses. You try to rouse yourself; it’s not over ’til it’s over. There are two rounds to go and he’s not so far behind he can’t make it up. There’s still a chance.

When Jungkook stands for the eleventh round, you see him scanning the crowd in your direction. You panic, should you hide? Duck? Cover your face? Too late; his eyes find yours and the second stretches into eternity, just you and him, before he’s tapped by the ref and he turns away. You shouldn’t have come. You’re a distraction. You’re going to make it worse.

Jungkook is going to lose.

The bell rings and Jungkook feels sprightly, buoyed, suddenly less tired than he had done in the last round. He dances energetically around the ring, keeping Canelo moving, keeping him throwing punches and missing, throwing more punches and missing again and again. You’re on the edge of your seat; this is the Jungkook you know. All at once, he lands three punches on Canelo and leaps back out of his retaliatory reach. Then he settles in a bit closer and lets Canelo land a couple on him; this… isn’t the Jungkook you know. You can’t work out what he’s doing; you’ve not seen him do this before. You turn to the clock, watching the seconds of the round tick by. Thirty seconds left. You check the points. Jungkook still behind.

This is more like it, Jungkook thinks. He can end it. He knows he can. He just has to let Canelo let his guard down a little more, tire him out a little further. Jungkook is not letting this get to twelve rounds. It won’t happen. Not on his watch.

You’re so focused on the screen: the points, the time, that you miss what causes the crowd to suddenly surge and scream. Canelo is standing with the referee in front of him, looking a little dazed. The ref lets them continue and the round commences again. Before Canelo has even blinked, Jungkook has hit him with a left hook that you know he put all his weight into. Canelo falls to the mat and doesn’t get back up. The ref starts counting. The crowd count with him.

“8… 9… 10!”

The ref waves a wide cross in front of him; the commentator declares it a knockout; and the crowd is screaming. Jungkook’s arms are in the air, his coach lumbering into the ring to envelope him in a hug, along with everyone else, it seems, the ring suddenly full of people. You lose sight of Jungkook. You’re on your feet, straining to see over the heads of the people in front of you, who are doing the very same thing. Tiny red fists emerge from the mêlée and it’s him; you exhale a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding. You’re desperate to get to him. It’s over. The fight’s finally over. And he won. By knockout after a hard fight. This is absolutely the best outcome, better even than you’d hoped for. You bet he’s on cloud nine and you can’t wait to join him there.

Jungkook is buzzing. He’s done it. It’s finally over. And that means there’s only one thing on his mind. He can’t focus, is barely there as they hand him his belt, as he lifts it above his head to show the screaming crowd. People are congratulating him, slapping his back, rubbing his hair; at some point, someone takes his hands and rips off his gloves – he’s not sure where they end up. The fight was televised and a man with a microphone approaches him. He tries hard to focus on the questions, answering as quickly as he can and then the presenter asks just what he’s going to do now he’s won his first Super Middleweight title.

“Well,” he answers, “I haven’t come in four weeks so I’m going to go find my girl and fuck her in the dressing room ’til neither of us can walk straight!”

He points right at you, flicks a peace sign to the crowd and jogs back the way he entered 45 long minutes ago.

He keeps jogging all the way to the dressing room, stopping for precisely nobody. Coach tries to grab his attention, tries to grab his shoulder, but he shrugs him off. Wild horses can’t keep him from you now.

He swings open the dressing room, for a moment disappointed that you’re not there before him, but, of course you wouldn’t be. He’ll have to wait; it’s been four weeks, he can cope with another four minutes. Probably. He paces back and forth, back and forth; he chugs half a bottle of water; he almost wipes the sweat off his body, dries his hair, but then he remembers how much you like him dirty like this. Just the thought of you has got him hard already. He palms himself through his shorts and immediately has to stop himself; to come before you’ve even got in the door is unthinkable, unforgivable.

The door opens and there you are.

“Fucking finally.”

Jungkook slams his hands either side of your head, leaning down over you, sweat still dripping from his hair. He lowers one hand slowly to lock the door, his dark eyes never leaving yours, and then returns it next to your head.

“Did you have to wear fucking jeans?” he asks, laughing lightly. Of course, she’d wear jeans, he thinks, fucking tease. “Couldn’t find a dress? A skirt?”

“Sorry,” you answer, and you’re already breathless.

Jungkook kisses you, pressing his whole body against you and you sigh; god how you’ve missed this. He turns you around with one knock of his hand on your hip and he unbuttons your jeans impatiently. He shoves them roughly down your legs and you step out of them and your shoes at the same time.

“Oh baby, I don’t care. All I care about is finally getting to fuck you like you deserve. Please tell me you’re wet already. I don’t think I can wait a second longer.”

He’s usually more considerate; he would usually take his time. But this is not a usual situation. You laugh.

“Kookie, I’ve been wet for weeks, just hurry the fuck up, would you?”

He doesn’t need telling twice. He strips off his shorts and boxers and as he presses the head of his cock against your entrance, and it twitches, he gasps.

“Shit.”

He takes a few breaths, tries to steady himself. He kisses your neck, buying himself some time. He’s on a hair trigger and he’s not entirely convinced he won’t blow his load in one thrust.

“Just so you know,” he tells you, figuring there’s nothing else for it. “I’m going to last about ten seconds right now, but I promise, I’ll be ready to go again. I swear this won’t be it.”

“Just fuck me, please, Kookie. I’ll take ten seconds over none.”

Your whole body shudders as he presses into you for the first time in four weeks. You both moan low and Jungkook pauses at the bottom. You can feel him breathing heavily against your skin and he takes your trapezius in his teeth, taking a generous bite and not letting go as he drags himself backwards before thrusting in again. Your walls are spasming already; you’re so tight and he’s stretching you just right, filling you up like you’ve not been filled for 29 long days.

Ten seconds, as it happens, was an over-estimation. The way you grip him, the way he can feel your walls fluttering against him; you’re so hot and wet and tight and it’s been so long and he’s so sensitive. He lasts for all of a handful of thrusts before he’s groaning and shooting hot, white ropes of cum into you.

“Fuck, shit, sorry, baby, fuck!”

You can’t help but laugh as you turn around, keeping your legs tight together. He grins sheepishly at you and runs a hand through his sweaty hair.

“I’m sorry, love, I did tell you.” He rests his forehead against yours. “I’ve missed you so much.”

His hands meet across your lower back and he pulls you close for a kiss.

“I’ve missed you, too, Kookie,” you mumble against his lips, half your words eaten up by Jungkook’s mouth. You feel his tongue against your lower lip and you open up for him, sliding your tongue over his as he licks into your mouth. God, even this you’ve missed. You’ve barely even seen him in the last week, let alone got close to him, let alone touched him, let alone kissed him, even chastely. It’s overwhelming now to have him so close to you, all over you. You never want him any further away.

He moves his hands lower and lifts you up under your bum, carrying you to the sofa, where he strips you of your top and bralet – the black, lacy one you know he likes. You almost pout that he takes no notice of it but he catches you eye and grins.

“I notice, I know, I love you, thank you, but god, I don’t want a stitch on you right now. Nothing is better than you like this.” He stretches his hands out over your naked body and climbs over you. He ducks again, swallowing your next moan as he pinches at your nipple.

His mouth is everywhere, burning wherever it touches. You’re sweating and breathless and you think you won’t last much longer than ten seconds either when he finally touches you. Your cunt is quivering in anticipation, your clit throbbing a hard pulse, its echoes shuddering through you. Your back arches as Jungkook moves lower, his mouth on one nipple and then the next and then lower and lower still. He crawls off the sofa onto his knees and pulls you around, legs dangling from the edge. He spreads your thighs wide and takes a moment, looking down at your soaking wet pussy through half-lidded eyes. He licks his lips and clicks his neck from one side to the next before fixing you with a mischievous grin.

“If you even think about teasing me,” you gasp out. “I will fucking murder you.”

He laughs and kisses your inner thigh.

“You over-estimate my self-control, my love. I’m at my fucking limit.”

He is. He isn’t even close to finished with you. His cock is already stirring again as he dives straight in, licking a broad stripe from core to clit and moaning lasciviously as he does. You’re already so sensitive, whining and whimpering as he sucks and slurps at you, his face buried so far into the crux of your thighs, you don’t know if he can breathe. Almost immediately, you’re cresting, arching off the sofa, thighs clamping together on Jungkook’s head as a streak of hot pleasure surges through you and fresh arousal gushes over his face.

He brings his hands to your thighs and forces them apart without breaking contact with your cunt. He doesn’t stop, no matter how you squirm; you can’t catch your breath to tell him you’re over-stimulated, to beg him to stop, to give you a second’s break. A scream breaks in your throat as he pushes three fingers inside you and you’re seeing stars. He finally takes his mouth from you and breathes heavily against you, his breath sending sprinkles of goosebumps across your skin. He curls his fingers inside you and then tips your hips just slightly, suddenly hitting the perfect spot. You’re incoherent, animal, as you moan and whimper, stuttering to another orgasm under his ministrations.

You don’t have to find a way to ask him to remove his fingers as the waves of your orgasm roll through you but just as you are about to breathe a sigh of relief, his mouth is back on you. He’s gentle this time, more patient. He kisses your lips, licks through your folds slowly, moaning, his brows knitting together because it’s been so long since he’s tasted you and there’s nothing he’d ever rather eat. He buries his tongue in your hole, bumping your clit with his nose; if it were anyone else, it might be accidental, but you know Jungkook knows your body perfectly and knows exactly what he's doing. You’re raw, over-wrought, dehydrated. Your vision swims and your voice gets stuck in your throat, able only to gasp and stutter, not even able to scream his name out loud as you scream it in your head. Your hands tremble, one pushing back the hair on your head, the other finding its way to Jungkook’s hair, tangling there as if you could even dream of giving him direction right now.

His eyes flick to yours and they’re black, pupils dilated, lids fluttering quickly to a close again as he moans, vibrating lips sealing around your screamingly sensitive clit. Your hand pulls sharply at his hair, but he doesn’t even seem to notice. You feel like every atom in your body has been electrified, every touch, every movement – yours or his – sending sparks straight to your core, where they’re churned up into a tight ball. Like the death of a star, your body collapses in on itself, contracting and tightening as you are reduced to little more than a silent scream, and then explodes, a supernova of ecstasy exploding within you, scattering bits of you all over the room.

When you open your eyes, you can see stars wherever you look, which isn’t far because you can’t find it within you to move a single muscle.

“You ok, my love?”

Jungkook’s face swims into view, a dopey grin on his sticky, wet face. He looks drunk or high or both. He pushes the hair off your face, your flushed cheeks, fucked-out, dilated pupils staring straight at him; he thinks you look high or drunk or both. He kisses you so you can taste yourself on his lips and you’re suddenly hungry again.

“Kookie.” Your voice is hoarse and low, still strangled with need.

Jungkook hums against your mouth as he lifts you up, pressing your back into the back of the sofa.

“Kookie.”

You manage to grab his face between your palms and hold him still, giving you a chance to focus on him, see him properly.

“Tell me what you need,” he says, as eager to please and energetic as a new puppy and you have no idea how. He should be tired; he knows he’s going to crash hard, but right now, there’s adrenaline surging through him like there’s no tomorrow. He’s wired; he’s excited; he feels almost manic with love and lust and he’s so high, he can’t see the ground. He feels like he could go all night and he’s certainly going to try.

“I need you inside me, right now, right this second. Please, please, please.”

You aren’t exactly unaccustomed to begging but nothing will stop the stream of ‘please’s tumbling from your mouth. Nothing, that is, except the head of Jungkook’s perfect cock in your folds, waiting, teasing at your entrance.

He’s lifted you again, setting you on the arm of the sofa, him kneeling on the cushions; with nothing to rest against, you cling to him tight as your breath catches in your throat. He watches closely as he pushes into the tight, wet slip of your cunt, watching himself disappear into you. You want to make a joke about lasting another ten seconds but you don’t have the energy, the capacity, the mental agility to make it; you just about manage to cry his name as starts to thrust, smooth and slow at first, but soon, quicker, harder, accompanied by quiet growls and grunts as he grips you tight. You really do feel drunk, giddy, hysterical as he’s finally, finally back where he belongs. You feel tears prick in your eyes at the relief of it, the pressure, the pleasure.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he whispers. “Shit, I can’t wait to fill you up, stuff you fucking full. Can you take it, baby?”

He’s relieved he hasn’t come again already, though he knows he could. He’s holding back because he’s still so close to the edge. If he isn’t careful, he’s going to lose it again.

“I can take it,” you reply, voice high and tight. “Give it to me, Kookie- fuck.”

He grabs the hair at the back of your head and pulls it back, exposing your neck so he can kiss you, lick you, bite you there, moaning against your skin as you whimper and stutter.

“Kookie, shit, please. I need you to fuck me forever. God, don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

“Never,” he grunts. “Shit, won’t stop. I’m yours, baby.”

“Only mine.”

“Only yours.”

You press your lips to his clavicle, then lick a bead of sweat travelling down his throat. Jungkook moves faster still, his grip on you painfully tight as he threatens your cervix with every thrust. You’re so sensitive, you’re at an almost constant spasm around him; your limbs still heavy and weak, tingling like they’re both going numb and coming back to life. You simultaneously want this to last forever and feel like you’ll die if a single extra ounce of pleasure is put on you. Then Jungkook sucks at that one spot on your neck that makes you melt and you swear, voice wavering and breaking.

“Give me one more, baby,” he demands, so low you almost don’t hear it.

“I don’t have it,” you whimper.

“Yes, you do, c’mon, y/n.”

And he slips a hand between you, never letting his pace falter.

“Jesus, fuck!”

He touches you gently, but it’s enough to have reality slipping from view, your vision burning white, your blood roaring, screaming in your ears as you cum again. You hold him tight, your nails digging into his back, your teeth hard on the delicate flesh of his neck. It rolls through you, knocking your breath from your lungs, and once it’s passed, you’re trembling, shaking.

Jungkook is holding his breath, straining to last to fuck you through your orgasm; you’re so tight around him it’s like his brain loses signal, just a siren wailing an emergency. No thoughts, no words, when you collapse against him, he exhales, and releases into you with a long, high-pitched sigh.

He lies back onto the sofa, taking you with him.

“That was more than ten seconds, right?” he asks, breathless.

You laugh and pat his shoulder.

“Well done, little jammy dodger; I’m proud of you.”

“For lasting more than ten seconds or winning the title?”

“What title?”

The question leaves your lips before your brain has engaged and Jungkook laughs, first a little and then a lot, so much that you can’t help but laugh with him, can’t help but laugh until you’re crying, your abs hurting, you’re silent in your mirth, breathless and voiceless and hysterical.

When you finally stop, you bring your face level to his. He still has tears of laughter in his eyes and streaking his cheeks. You wipe them away with your thumb and he turns his head to kiss your palm.

“Both, I guess?” you answer.

He grins and shakes his head.

“I almost lost. I thought I was going to fucking lose,” he tells you. “That second half, I-…”

“What happened?”

“I saw you. I saw you in the crowd and I almost fucking came right then and there.” He laughs, though it was anything but funny at the time. “I couldn’t concentrate on the fight; all I could think about was trying not to get a fucking boner. Shit what a stupid fucking idea it was not having sex for four we-”

“I fucking told you!”

“I know, I know. I will never not listen to you ever again for the rest of my life, I swear. God.”

“No more sex bans?”

“No more sex bans. I am never, ever not having sex with you again.”

“Good.”

You lift yourself onto your elbows on his chest and kiss him first on the lips, then the jaw and neck and anywhere within reach.

“Speaking of never not having sex… Are you ready to go again?”

OFF-SCREEN | JJK

Pairing: Pro Streamer!Jungkook x faceless Streamer!Female Reader

Genre: Streamer Au, Gamer Au, Strangers to Lovers Au, Fluff, Smut, Angst

Word count: Aprox. 20k

Synopsis:

Being a woman in the gaming industry is challenging, especially when all eyes are on you. What happens, though, when your biggest competition finds out that the well-known streamer who consistently wins games is not who people believe they are?

Or

You've spent your entire life pretending to be someone you're not online, so when one of the biggest steamers finds out about your little secret, things get tricky.

A/n: I'm eager for you guys to read this once I've finished writing it. Credits to Laura @jungk0oksthighs for the plot idea!

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💌 “fxck a fxckboy!” PREVIEW | myg

where you sort of hooked up with one of the school’s biggest fuckboys but end up leaving him hanging and never contacting him because…well…why not? somehow the universe brought you two together and now you’re left with dealing with him because he apparently caught feelings for you.

; pairing: flirty/smartass!y/n x fuckboy!yoongi

; warnings: ass grabbing, ass slapping, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, cock warming, blowjobs, breastplay, mention of sex toys, mention of masturbation, usage of mature words, jealous yoongi (my fave hehe)

; genre: smut (18+), pwp (?)

a/n: fuck fuckboys or fuck a fuckboy? 🫣 honestly really wanted to write something for that pic of yoongi (jeeeesus😮‍💨) and thought “yeah i think he should be a fuckboy or something” lol…also peep the namaikizakari pic heheh—one of my favorite mangas!! 🫶

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He led you to his bedroom in his currently empty but shared apartment he lived in, your soft hand in his. 

The two of you had just gone back from the bar, the two of you slightly tipsy—more him than you. You didn’t drink much compared to him. You knew your limits and you made sure that you stayed away from being severely, passed out drunk. To keep things short, you both had shitty days and you both just wanted to let it all out with a little one night stand—no biggy, right? But who would've thought that you would be doing a quick fuck with the one an only Min Yoongi, a fairly popular boy at your university who’s only interested in just fucking without any feelings. You could probably answer your statement, actually: the man is just down to fuck anyone he sees. You’ve heard it everywhere—all the little chitter chatter about him that goes around the school—he’s a man who doesn’t want to settle with one person. He wants a quick fuck, but never twice with the same person, and afterwards he won’t do anything else but sleep and ignore you as you leave.

He guides you over to his bed, making you sit on the edge while he goes ahead and locks the door from behind. 

It’s not everyday where you get this sort of chance, so before you gave into coming to his place to hook up with him, you decided that you wanted to toy with him a bit—have him remember who you are. 

He walks slowly over to you, scanning your body up and down as he licks his dry lips. 

“Mm, so what’s your plan?” You hum, looking up at the tall man who stood in front of you. He’s bringing up a hand to twirl the loose strand of your long hair around his finger. 

He smirks, removing his finger from your hair and taking his thumb and index finger to hold your chin.

“I figured it was kind of obvious with what’s going on, no?”

“I figured it was kind of obvious with what’s going on, no?”

“I figured it was kind of obvious with what’s going on, no?”

“I figured it was kind of obvious with what’s going on, no?”

“I figured it was kind of obvious with what’s going on, no?”

“I figured it was kind of obvious with what’s going on, no?”

You snort at his remark, gently grabbing his arm by the wrist to pull his hand away from yours.

“I’m well aware of the game you play, Min, and obviously I’m completely up for it. But how about we change it up a little—let me take control this time?” You bat your long eyelashes at him, giving him a sweet and innocent look on your face. You release your grip around him, brushing your fingers up and down his forearm before placing your hands back in your lap.

Yoongi scoffs with a smile on his face, amused with your offer. 

“Sure, princess. But if it gets bad, I’m gonna take over.” 

You place a hand on his stomach, gently pushing down on him to get him to move back, which he does. You stand up in front of him, spin the two of you around and push him over again to make him sit on the edge of the bed.

“Alright,” you hum, now looking down at him.

His hands instinctively reach out to you to caress your curves, but you’re quick to give him light slaps to his hands to prevent him from doing so.

“We’ll go over some rules—one of them being no touching unless I say so. Two, I don’t like to kiss on the lips if I’m just doing a one night stand—.”

“—Pfft,” he cuts you off, “that’s stupid. But you’re willing to have sex?”

“I think kisses are more intimate and they deserve to be used in a place where feelings are there.”

He thinks to himself for a second, quietly considering your comment.

“I guess you can think that way, princess.”

You roll your eyes at him, removing your black leather blazer to reveal the little black cropped tank top and your short black miniskirt a little better. 

God, he was drooling over you. Every curve of you looked absolutely delicious—he had to touch you but, of course, he wasn’t allowed to. He was even able to see your hardened and pierced tits through your shirt, which made him chuckle a bit. He was too excited to see them.

“No bra? Is that all for me?” He grins, licking his lips again.

You lean over, your face coming closer to his as you ignore his words. He was ready for you to just plant one on him, so he instinctively closed his eyes. You place your head on the side of his, lightly giggling at him. 

“Cute,” you mumbled near his ear, making him immediately open his eyes, all embarrassed. Your hand slides into the front pocket of his button up shirt, taking out a large handkerchief. You pull away, looking back at him with a cheeky smile. “I was surprised to see that you had one of these in your pocket. It’ll be handy for today.”

Yoongi raises his eyebrow at you, unable to put one and one together.

“Last rule is that you’ll be blind folded until I say so. If any rules are broken, I’ll stop and leave.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“Should I just get going now?”

His dark eyes scan you up and down again, undressing you in his mind. You stood there in your all black outfit, playing with the long handkerchief by loosely wrapping it around your hands. You looked heavenly, it was screwing up his thoughts.

“Fuck,” he swears under his breath.

Something in him was also telling him to give this a try—see if he’s into it or not. It wouldn’t hurt to try, would it?

“I’ll play along with your little game, princess.”

“Great,” you hum with a smile on your face.

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It didn’t end the way the two of you (possibly him more) wanted it to be.

Spoiler alert—you ended up leaving him while you were in the middle of teasing him, your hand wrapped around his long and hard cock, making him desperate for more of your touch.

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summary: in which you give jungkook the silent treatment and he books a 5am flight to japan.

> fluff, angst lowkey / wc: 4.6k

> warnings: mention of cum swallowing bc jk is a menace, oc overthinks bringing their new boots but jk wins the boyfriend of the year award <3 (these could be title candidates tbh)

note: hello friends! a late valentine’s day gift from me inspired by this ask <3 i almost cried writing this near the end lol. as always i hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated ^__^

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“ey, this stubborn- yah! what are you doing up there?” jungkook exclaims in panic, nimble feet rushing to the kitchen.

with your back facing him, you flinch at the sudden loud voice filling the empty silence encased by the four walls of the apartment. you feel his big hands firmly hold onto the curves of your naked waist, revealed by a loose crop top you opted to wear for comfort after your shower barely an hour ago. your heart almost jumps out of your chest because only then do you realize that your bare feet have gone closer to the edge of the counter, only two inches backwards and you would be on your way to the hospital.

you carefully face to the side and bend down on your knees, but he clicks his tongue and effortlessly swoops you up in his arms before you can step down on the wooden chair you used to climb on the counter.

a kiss is planted on your temple before your feet touches the warm floor. “haven’t we talked about being careful around here, baby? you were about to fall.”

you shrug off his touch with a huff, glaring at him with piercing eyes. “you know, they didn’t put a lot of thought into my name just so you can replace it with baby.”

and then you turn on your heel to walk away.

his jaw slacks open in shock. he’s left standing alone, a flabbergasted smile slowly forming on his face. “wow! what’s with this sudden attitude, huh?”

after returning the chair to the dining table, he follows you to the dimly-lit living room. you sit down on the couch, crossing your legs and placing a throw pillow over your lap. deciding to be petty tonight, you pretend to be highly engrossed in the performance taking place at the music show.

he plops down beside you as he pulls off the black hair tie holding up the upper half of his hair, wearing it on his wrist for safekeeping.

“aish- my hair is a mess.” he chuckles when the thick locks messily fall infront of his bangs, obstructing his vision. he patiently runs his fingers through the tangles before daintily tucking them behind his ears. after getting that out of the way, he rests his tattooed arm over the backrest of the couch, his tongue unconsciously playing with his lip ring as he figures out how to capture your attention.

he affectionately kisses your cheek and gently holds your forearm, drawing random shapes on your skin with the pad of his thumb.

“hi.” he says softly. “you don’t like me calling you baby anymore? then what should i call you?”

you remain unresponsive, vision stubbornly locked on the television screen. he inches closer to block your view, tilting his head to the side so you’re left with no other choice but to look at his face. and then he calls you by your name, as if he’s testing the waters, and he doesn’t miss the disgruntled frown you quickly hide.

“see? you sulk when i say your name!” he giggles as he gets flashbacks of the first month of your relationship, when you used to be shyly tell him that hearing him say ‘baby’ instead of your name felt weird.

oh, how the tables have turned. but still . . . he gets nothing.

he sighs at the suffocating silence, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his face on your neck. “baaaby, what did i do? talk to me.”

he breathes you in, the smell of his milk body wash unmistakably embedded on your skin. this means you can’t be that upset with him, right? when it’s in regards of a serious matter, you usually call him out straight away instead of beating around the bush. but you’re not looking for a solution right now. you’re giving him a punishment. that much he knows.

“i’m so tired and hungry after boxing. you know how i haven’t trained in a while. my body hurts more than usual because of it- ah, i really regret putting it off.” he rests his cheek on your shoulder, squeezing your body delicately as he watches the on-going commercial. “should we order their chicken for dinner?”

you stay motionless, letting him do whatever he wants as if he’s a ghost and you’re ignorant to his faint presence. this makes him jut out his bottom lip somberly as he racks his brain for what he could’ve possibly done today to deserve this silent treatment.

“is it something i did? or didn’t do?”

these questions are what eventually elicit a reaction from you. funny enough, the roll of your eyes puts a small smile on his face, because at least this conversation is finally going somewhere.

“okay, okay- i see. i’m supposed to know what it is, right?” he nods in understanding, sweet voice determined to unravel tonight’s mystery.

why is my baby upset with me?

“i’m still sweaty so i’ll reflect on myself in the shower.” he announces before stealing a quick kiss from your lips. this trick earns another glare from you as he walks away, which he reciprocates with a wink when he whips his head back.

“it’s alright if you don’t want to talk to me, just don’t go anywhere, okay?”

you sink down into the couch when he disappears into the bathroom, tightly hugging the pillow to your chest as you sarcastically roll your eyes.

“this is my house, too. why would i go anywhere else?”

—

jungkook heaves another sigh of frustration as he unplugs the hair dryer. despite retracing his footsteps from this morning to afternoon, he’s still as clueless as he was earlier. you were sharing stories when you ate brunch together, and you even kissed him sweet goodbye before he left for the studio. he thought that perhaps you asked him to buy something important and he didn’t read your texts, but he already checked his inbox twice and your last message was from two days ago. it was a sleepy voice memo sent at 4:01am. you were asking him to go back to bed because he was playing games in the living room again.

he taps the play button for the third time in a row, your weary and mellow voice spilling out from his phone’s speaker.

“…kook, love, don’t mind you playing in here. ermmm, but no yelling or i’ll kick you out… just go back to bed, please? i’m cold.”

“ah, shit.” the curse is accompanied by an airy laugh as he punches the bathroom countertop with as little strength as possible, tattooed knuckles turning a light shade of red. the fluttering of his heart doesn’t cease until your voice fades into silence, ticklish giddiness spreading from his stomach all the way to his fingertips.

to be brutally honest, he doesn’t know how he got so lucky. there’s nobody else on earth who can love him, handle his difficultness, and keep him on his toes as effortlessly as you do.

“no but seriously, what am i missing?!”

—

“baby, i ordered the chicken! you’ll eat dinner with me, right?”

he walks into the living room with his hands tucked into the pockets of his sweatpants, finding that you’re still sitting on the same spot where he left you.

“i got that limited flavor- the one you wanted to try last time. what is it again?” he raises an eyebrow as he taps his bare foot against the floor, his forehead creasing in deep thought.

you glance up at him when his knee knocks against yours, taking the final bite from the choco cookie pepero stick you’re holding. the plastic pouch on your lap makes a crinkling sound as you bring out another one.

”map- maple crunch? that’s the one, right?”

he waits for you to tell him whether he got it right or not, but to his dismay, the seal on your lips prevail. with a dramatic sigh and droopy shoulders, he makes a beeline for the kitchen. he fills a glass halfway with cold water from the fridge, and as he chugs, his doe eyes land on the top shelf. that’s where he caught you when he arrived from the gym, and so, with his curiosity piqued, he pulls the small door open.

it appears to be empty at first, but in the dark, innermost corner hides the snacks your friend, who visited japan recently, dropped off yesterday.

and that’s when it dawns on him, the reason why your expression turned sour when you saw his face an hour ago. he shuts the door with a lighthearted chuckle, leaving the empty glass in the sink before padding back to the living room.

he supports the back of your head with his wide palm to plant a kiss on your forehead, before squatting down infront of you with his folded arms weighing down the pillow. you grimace inside your head because you’re practically held down on the couch so you won’t be able to escape his sickeningly affectionate ministrations.

“pssst.“ he whispers at you, eyes glimmering with hopes met by silent disappointment. his head drops lazily on your lap, low and husky voice sounding slightly muffled as he sullenly speaks. “baby, you’re killing me here. this is the worst punishment… please, punch me instead. that would hurt less.”

and he stays like that for a little while, almost falling asleep as the soreness of his muscles starts seeping deeper into his system. maybe, just maybe, he also put himself in this position with the intention of tempting you into playing with his pretty, as you like to call it, hair. he recently learned that the longer it grows, the more attention it earns from you.

true enough, setting himself up as bait works its charm, but unfortunately, his patience meets its demise just as you’re about to give up your petty little act. he looks up at you with a sad frown and twinkling eyes, expression identical to that famous pleading face emoji, only he’s thousand times more adorable in your eyes.

you hastily chew the chocolate-y snack to hide an endeared smile, teasingly quirking an eyebrow at him before reverting your attention on the television. at this point, he decides that he has had enough. his knees collapse on the floor as he abruptly holds your face steady, greedily biting at the other end of the pepero stick until his lips inevitably crashes against yours for a sweet kiss.

“hmmph-” your dominant hand weakly grasps his shoulder out of reflex, sticky thumb and index finger pointing out so the chocolate won’t stain his white t-shirt.

jungkook pulls away with a cocky grin, teeth sinking on his lower lip before his tongue darts out to lick it.

“ugh, i hate you! first, my strawberry mochi, and now, my pepero?!”

your furious outburst causes his animated giggles to echo throughout the apartment, his sore abdominal muscles aching and heart feeling significantly lighter. your wide, striking eyes fluttering close against their own accord when your face gets peppered with apologectic kisses.

“fuck, you’re so cute. i love you. i love you. that’s why you’re angry at me? i’ll buy you more…” he wipes away the scattered wet kisses on your cheeks with his thumb. “you only took one bite and left them in the fridge. i thought you didn’t want them anymore. i’m sorry.”

the story goes: he randomly woke up around 3am again. struggling to return to sleep, he started feeling peckish and decided to venture into the kitchen. that was when he saw the transparent container of five strawberry mochi, one on the corner not even half-eaten. in his defense, that’s how your unwanted leftovers usually look. and he thought those ones… particularly looked delicious. almost criminally so.

“that’s how yummy they were. i wanted to save them! and nothing would taste the same from here, so there’s no point.” you retort with a sigh of utter defeat. the doorbell rings a second after. “…that chicken better be crazy fucking good that i forget mochi exists.”

jungkook’s precarious fate completely lies in the hands of bb.q chicken’s kitchen people. wonderful.

“i’ll get it.” he softly squeezes your arm before standing up to answer the door.

—

“why do i like this so much? i’m about to finish everything…” you mumble to yourself after taking a peek at the box of those maple crunch chicken jungkook mentioned earlier.

“jungkook, aren’t you going to eat?!” you yell out for him before taking another bite from your fourth piece of chicken, ripping off the meat from the bone using your teeth. you continue entertaining yourself with a variety show while you wait for your boyfriend to join you.

“i will!” he shouts back from the bedroom, emerging from the door a moment later. he bites the nail of this thumb out of habit, highly absorbed in scrolling and tapping at his phone screen. he automatically sits on the edge of the couch to be as close to you as possible, who transferred to the floor to feast on your dinner, without giving away the website he’s current navigating. his leg bumps against your side, and you instinctively lay your head on his thick thigh.

“is that going to take long?” you question ingenuously, thinking that he might be preoccupied with something related to work. “i want to start watching the glory. i’m so curious!”

you made it a rule to put your phones aside when you watch a show or film together, not liking any distractions from the plot (and mostly the cuddles, really). it might not be anything special, but it is your quality time together after all. two hearts intertwined by love, beating in sync, with no intentions of ever letting go. and for a little while, it’s all that matters in the world.

“download the episodes on the tablet so we can watch it in the plane.”

“what? watch it where?” you abruptly lift up your head to look at him, a look of sheer confusion painted on your face.

“what?” he mimics your tone with faux innocence, round doe eyes meeting yours. “will you ask your friend? i need the address of the local bakery where she bought the mochi.”

“are you about to fly to japan just to buy them for me?” you snicker, nudging his knee in jest.

“not just me.” he boldly raises an eyebrow, showing you a plane ticket to your name displayed on his phone screen. “we have a flight to tokyo at 5am.”

“are you insane? babe, what the hell-” you hastily remove the gloves from your hands to grab the device, reading the details written on the screen to process what he just told you. “i was just joking!”

he almost curls in on himself when he hears a pet name slip out from your lips.

yes, that was the main reason why he took a long time in the bedroom. he needed your passport numbers to book the tickets and he struggled to find your passport. in the end, he found it beneath his in the cabinet drawer.

“this feels like the perfect opportunity to finally do something this spontaneous with you. it’s valentine’s day the day after tomorrow. let’s be dauntless and spend it at disneyland instead of camping, baby.”

he nervously taps his foot on the floor as he observes your reaction, feeling a little shy after revealing his surprise. he’s not entirely confident you’ll agree with his date idea— the first and last time you went to a theme park together, he ran into a bit of trouble the day after because he got recognized. he can’t read your mind at the moment, but he knows how you’ve always felt guilty about that.

however, those worries get washed away the second you excitedly climb on his lap to wrap your legs around his waist, engulfing him in the tightest hug.

“you’re so annoying, oh my god! why are you the best boyfriend in the whole wide world? you’re really going to pull this off?!”

your whiny voice makes him smile fondly, a surge of warmth spreading through his insides because that kind of praise coming from your mouth is music to his ears.

“that means you’re going with me, right? because there’s an extra fee if i cancel on them.”

you playfully squeeze his soft cheeks together to make his lips pout, sighing dreamily at the golden boy under you. “you spoil me too much, you know that?”

“i should. i want to. it’s for valentine’s day, the day of love! and you’re the personification of love for me.”

you shrug your shoulders with a lighthearted laugh.

“i don’t know. most guys buy flowers and call it a day.”

ouch. it seems that you already forgot that’s exactly what he did for your first valentine’s day. but to be fair, he couldn’t pull off anything special because he was overseas. and he will be again this year, except it’s different because you’ll be by his side.

“…i mean, i still think gifts like that are romantic. but i’m just happier when we create core memories together.”

“that’s why i’m the best boyfriend for you. because i know your love languages.” he responds proudly, nose scrunching and corners of his crinkling as he beams.

“that you are.” you squeeze his cheeks a second time. “then i’ll pay for the hotel.”

“took care of that already. six nights. it’s where me and jimin-hyung stayed before, but there was only a room with two single beds left. we can just sleep on one of them.” he cheeses at the thought of being squeezed into a small bed together with you, not even considering the option of pushing the two beds into one.

with how fast he managed to book the tickets and the hotel room, you can vividly see how much he wants, and maybe needs, this vacation to happen. his excitement is contagious — because this is slowly beginning to feel real and you’re already imagining how beautiful your lover would look like under the bursts of fireworks lighting up the night sky of disneyland.

“hmmmm,” you purse your lips as you hum. “then i’ll take care of the food and transpo.”

“sounds good.” he repeatedly nods in agreement, hair bouncing as he does so.

“except for the strawberry mochi.” you squint your eyes at him threateningly, and he cheekily smiles in return.

“except for the strawberry mochi. i’ll buy you the entire tray of those.”

you fix his bangs as you utter an almost inaudible ‘pretty’, worried about them poking his eyes. he instantaneously melt from your wholesome gentleness, guilty of becoming all mushy when he receives said compliment.

“give me a kiss.”

“later. i taste like chicken.”

“babe, come on.” he gives you a dirty ‘you can’t be serious’ look. “you think i care about that? just this morning i kissed you after you swallowed my cum-”

“oh my god, okay! okay! shut up! that’s different!” you cover his mouth with your hand, flustered by his obscene… choice of words outside the bedroom.

he presses a kiss to your palm before you finally reward his lips with a peck, a triumphant smile replacing his pout.

“we need to start packing!” you eagerly climb off his lap, heavy footsteps striking the floor as you skip to the bedroom.

“jeon jungkook! hurry!”

his full name?!

he hurriedly puts on a clean glove on his right hand. guess he has no choice but to eat dinner while packing, he did this to himself when he booked the 5am flight after all.

“coming!”

—

you know that jungkook likes using spacious luggages when he goes on trips. that doesn’t necessarily mean that he overpacks, he just wants the extra space because he tends to especially enjoy shopping when he goes on trips. that’s why when he enters the walk-in closet, one of his biggest suitcases is already laid out on the floor.

he sits beside it cross-legged, holding the box of chicken under his chin so the crumbs won’t fall on the floor as he eats.

“which one are you bringing?”

“this.” you emerge from behind the door, slumping your upper body over the light pink suitcase as its wheels roll towards the center of the room. it’s a size smaller than his, but then again, you can just mooch off his extra space if you need it.

“cute.” he chuckles in adoration of your youthful charm. “want more chicken?”

you abandon the suitcase to crawl towards him, allowing him to feed you until you finish another piece of chicken in record time.

“okay, that’s my last one. i know i’ll get hungry at the airport again.”

“i’ll finish the rest.” he hums, feet kicking in satisfaction as he continues eating.

“then i’ll start by packing our underwear. six nights and seven days, right?” you speak in a sing-song voice, which makes him giggle yet again.

for a few minutes, he only watches you neatly fold the two sets of underwear while moaning and commenting on the chicken he’s happily devouring. later on, he exits the closet and comes back with your butterfly hairclips decorating the sides of his hair.

“i love that you wear them on your own now.”

you only notice the splash of colors contrasting his black hair after catching a glimpse of him in the middle of picking out which jackets to bring. according to the weather app, it’s less colder in tokyo than seoul, so you think you should be fine for the most part.

“i forgot where i put my hairtie again.” he explains as he sheepishly scratches his head.

“is it not on your wrist?” you ask without looking, too busy going through all the clothes you own to complete the outfits you have in mind.

“oing?” he raises his wrist to his eye-level, enlightment escalating in his brain. “ahhh- you’re right?! i thought i took it off but i got it wet it in the shower!”

“dummy.” you shake your head in amusement. “how did you not feel that?”

“you were ignoring me.” he retaliates, chest puffing up in defense. “i’ve been distracted!”

—

“what’s taking you so long? it’s an hour drive to the airport!” jungkook reminds you as he barges into the closet, unzipping your bag to check your passports for the third time.

you’re almost ready to leave. bam will be prolonging his stay with his brothers, song and paeng. the appliances have been unplugged. the two of you are already fully-dressed against the negative temperature outside. your boyfriend replaced the butterfly hairclips with a headband. he’s wearing his prescription glasses to aid him in safe driving. his suitcase is zipped up, and his backpack is hanging on his shoulder.

on the other hand, you’re having a crisis, still sprawled out on the floor like your own suitcase.

“are you finally wearing them?”

you tilt up your chin to find jungkook’s face beaming with more excitement. he’s referring to the knee-high, five-inch white boots you gifted yourself for christmas. they’re lying right infront of you as you inspect them with anxious uncertainty. you eyed this pair for months before you clicked the checkout button at last, but seeing it in the flesh somewhat intimidates you because of how big and flashy it is.

“you look sexy in those boots, baby.” he crosses his arms, muscles bulging through his black t-shirt. he tucks his index finger under his chin as he envisions his plans and goals for your week-long vacation. “i packed my camera for this. i’ll film for a video, but i want to take pictures of you that have the street style, insta vibe too.”

“i do want to wear them but…” you trail off, hugging your knees to your chest as you pucker your lips in deliberation. “i read that it’s either snowy or rainy there these days. what if i slip?”

“no, no. i’m sure it’ll be fine.” he waves off your worries. “just bring them and we can figure it out when we get there.”

your boyfriend sounding inexplicably enthusiastic about this more than you has thoroughly boosted your confidence.

“okay.” you rest your chip on top of your knees, chewing on your bottom lip to conceal a smile. “i need to make space for it then. or should i get a duffel bag?”

“ey, no need for that! i’ll go pack them in mine…” he wastes no time, immediately squatting down to put the boots back in its box. “finish up here and don’t forget to turn the lights off.”

“yes, sir.” you chirp, kneeling on the floor to zip up your suitcase while he goes out to the living room where he already wheeled out his.

you stand in the middle of the bedroom, looking around as you mentally list down and cross out the essentials for your travel. you turn off every lightbulb you pass by on your way to the front door, picking up your powerbank charging in the living room, until you eventually reach jungkook who is standing in the narrow hallway.

“there you are,” you are greeted with a loving kiss planted on your forehead. “time check, time check. it’s 12:55.” he reports in a dulcet tone, slotting the strap of your bag over your head and letting it drape across your torso.

this is when it undoubtedly sinks in. hours ago, you were just sulking over something so silly and now, you’re about to leave for the airport. god, you can’t remember the last time you felt this surge of thrill thrumming in your veins. this is so out of the blue. you plan on creating a rough itinerary during the car ride and you already have several spots in mind (cough, cough. your tiktok’s fyp has been filled with recommendations courtesy of your friend and curious google searches). plus, you’re 99% sure there are things you forgot to pack, yet for some reason, you look forward to realizing what those are and stressing over where to fucking buy them in tokyo. and you highly doubt that you would feel this alive if you were travelling with somebody else rather than your best friend and your lover.

“let’s go!” you squeal, dashing past your boyfriend to push the door open.

he follows suit, hauling his luggage outside. “let’s go!” he chuckles to himself after he teasingly mimics your high-pitched tone.

once again, your childish impulses take over. you slump over the light pink suitcase to ride it, pushing the soles of your shoes against the smooth tiles to gain momentum as you roll across the quiet hallways. it’s absurd how you almost feel like you’re sneaking out, but you’ve always been one to enjoy reckless abandon.

entering a serious relationship with jungkook was a gamble you invested all your faith into. you used to feel like you were both running out of time, holding hands beneath the thick sand trickling down the hourglass. you didn’t want to have high hopes about building a life together, but you sure as hell pictured it in your mind a thousand times. and granted by a wild miracle, the universe was kind enough to breathe life into that picture. nowadays, the butterflies in your stomach wake up in the morning fluttering with life instead of fear.

“i realized something.” you voice out your thoughts as you wait for the elevator to climb to your apartment floor, sat on your suitcase with your chin propped up by the handle. “our flight is at 5am, right?“

“yup.” jungkook confirms with a nod as he zips up his windbreaker.

“then that means we can watch the sunrise from the plane!”

the new piece of information makes the photographer and videographer in him perk up with burning interest, dimples on his cheeks popping out as he lightly slaps his forehead.

“fuck, i need to drink a liter of coffee to stay awake for that.”

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Our Not So Secret Secret | JJK

Pairing: Athlete!fuckboy!Jungkook x smart ass!female!Reader

Genre: College AU, E2L, Athlete AU, smut, fluff

Word count: 20k

Synopsis:

When someone learns that Jungkook has been secretly keeping a puppy in his room despite not being allowed to, he turns to ask the only other person who knows about his secret for help. And suddenly you two—who had long been bitter enemies—get very close.

A/n: So, here it is. I really tried to make this my best fic yet, and I think it turned out to my standards. You will definitely notice that I experimented with my writing throughout the story—I divided it up into smaller chapters that will eventually make up the overall story. Anyway, enjoy this sweet story of two college students who turn from enemies to lovers. Oh, and Bam also makes a few appearances!

The Bar

"And then he pulled out a toothbrush, Y/n, a toothbrush." In response, the man in front of you took another shot while grumbling and moaning into his hands.

Your best friend Jimin was what most people referred to as the "it boy" of your college; He had the perfect physique, nice thick hair, and the temperament of an actual angel. He was, to put it mildly, flawless.

While you giggled at your best friend's hookup tales, the sweet taste of your drink lingered in your tongue. Before he revealed his sexual orientation to you, of course, Jimin had both boys and girls in the palm of his hand and even you had a brief crush on him.

"He used a toothbrush to fuck you?" You enquire of him as to the circumstances. Jimin nodded and self-consciously frowned without saying a word. He spoke up again, this time with a little more seriousness, and his lips mimicked pouting. "The dude was smoking hot, but god, he was engaged in some strange fetishism."

Putting your drink down on the bar counter after you had chugged the remainder, you started to losen up a bit.

Because it wasn't a particularly popular bar, —which was pretty plain with multicolored lighting— there weren't many people around, making it the ideal place for you and your closest friend to gossip. A terrible DJ was playing 2010 tunes that people have long since forgotten in the background. Except for the fact that it was reasonably priced, there was nothing particularly noteworthy about this pub.

You observed as some couples made out while others vanished into the restrooms to do who knows what. You and Jimin were the only ones—or so it seemed—who weren't attempting to get laid tonight.

Your focus fixed on a particular group of young men—probably around 18—who were drinking excessively, with one in particular drawing your eye. "Don't they look pitiful, though?" As Jimin was currently also observing the gathering of men, he laughed.

"How many do you think will cheat on their girls tonight?" you ask while nodding into their direction. Though you didn't intend to, you nonetheless asked the question.

Jimin grimaced and raised his eyebrows in a dejected way. His hand came up to your shoulder before he continued speaking. "Y/n, you need to forget about Kai-" You interrupt him, your gaze lowering to the ground as your thoughts wander to your ex-boyfriend, "I can't."

Kai.

If you were to sum him up in one word, it would be filthy. He not only cheated on you but also told everyone that you did it first, when you didn't.

Although your relationship with him lasted little more than four months, he was your first serious romantic relationship, the man you lost your virginity to, and the person you could rely on in addition to Jimin. With him, you had many firsts; your first kiss? Kai. Your first date? Kai. Your very first party? With Kai. Your first love?... perhaps he wasn't first in everything after all.

Kai was-

"Earth to y/n, are you listening to me?" You were jolted out of your daze by Jimin. Who—you were almost certain—was already quite drunk. His blonde hair fell into his vision lightly, as he looked at the group of guys taking their seat in a booth a few feet behind the two of you.

Pulling yourself together while furrowing your brows, you wiped the small tear, that had run down your cheeks as you traveled down memory lane. Crying in the club wasn't something you wanted to experience after all.

Gathering all your strength, you sit up straight, recheck your blue satin dress—which was way too expensive for what it barely covered—and then turn to face Jimin. "What-"

He giggled, taking a sip of his cocktail, and motioned with his head behind yours, "Bangtan is here."

Who was Bangtan?

Well, they were a group that was compelled by your College's heartthrobs; Kim Namjoon, the genius of your college, who, thanks to his charm, could get into the panties of both boys and girls.

Then there was Min Yoongi, you remember having heard a rumor that he fucked someone in the music room. Though more reserved, he was still quite the player.

Then came Kim Taehyung, maybe one of the sexiest people you have ever seen. He led a quiet life and seemed pretty mysterious. You could almost guarantee that he was high on something most of the time.

And last but not least, there was Jeon motherfucking Jungkook. He is your school's sweetheart and has slept with the whole cheerleading squad at least twice. He might deceive someone into thinking he was innocent with his doe eyes, but in reality, he was the exact opposite. In all his glory, Jungkook is what you would describe as a fuckboy, and on top of that, he was the captain of the football team.

The once-chill atmosphere was now filled with loud conversation. The voice you are most accustomed to hearing is probably Jungkooks, who is also the most obnoxious. "Don't turn around just yet; I don't believe they have spotted us. However, what do you think? Taehyung is looking filthy fine today. Should I shoot my shot and approach him?" When he quickly straightened his hair and met your gaze, Jimin prompted you.

Your lips looked a little worn out, and your mascara was a little messy. There was no way you were going to stand in front of a group of guys and have your looks judged in an instant. No thank you.

Indifferent to whose pants Jimin will be slipping into today, you give him a shrug.

First Encounter 

It wasn't really comfortable walking home. After deciding to approach Taehyung, Jimin and vanished inside his car to engage in activities that he would undoubtedly recount to you the following day. One in the morning wasn't the best time for a girl to be out on the streets by herself. It was difficult to get a look thanks to the poor lighting the street lights provided, and it was nearly hard to maintain your composure due to the rustling of the shrubs next to the path.

Even though you were a mature woman who was almost 20 years old, you still felt unsafe travelling alone at night. As you got closer, your steps got faster as you could start to see the silhouette of your dorm building.

When you drew nearer to the Dorms, you could make out a few people who, like you, were likely returning from a night of partying. The only other sounds were the slight creaking of the trees caused by how windy it had become that night. The dorm you were staying in wasn't quite in the center of the campus; it was a little bit farther to the right, making it a little more private but still close to the university. Though the weariness was overtaking you faster than you could react and the booze wasn't even in your system anymore, you slightly closed your eyes as you moved.

"Bam! Get back here!"

The voice was boyish, and you knew it was Jungkooks the moment it reached your ears.—it wasn't a big deal to run into him here—even though he only lived a few rooms away from yours, his presence made you internally snort.

But you started to feel uneasy as a shadowy figure that didn't resemble a human approached you. Despite the fact that it was now only a few feet away from you, it didn't appear to slow down its pace any time soon.

Fortunately, thanks to the streetlight next to you, you could see the outline of a... dog? Oddly, dogs weren't permitted anywhere on campus, let alone in the residence halls. Unexpectedly quickly, your butt made touch with the grass, and you felt a light drizzle on your face.

You were occupied with trying to stop the dog from licking your face, and just then noticed footsteps approaching you. It was a fairly large dog, so it made sense that he was able to tackle you over this easily.

Undoubtedly you weren't too familiar with dog races, but this one seemed to be what one might describe as aggressive. Once you managed to gather your composure, a small smile spread across your lips as you looked at it. He was the exact opposite, panting quietly and looking at you with his ears up and tongue out. "And you are..?" While gently petting the dog, still lying on the ground, you chuckle. You might've still been a little drunk, just maybe.

Sadly, you were more than tired at this time and only 100 feet from your dorm when this happened—this woke you up, definitely. As Jungkook finally arrived at the scene, his wide eyes were fixed on the picture in front of him. The dog—his dog— layed down beside you, his head resting on your lap. You, the same y/n he'd known—and hated—for years, was seated on the ground, petting his dog, looking as adorable as ever. "Bam," he called out catching the dog's attention, he stared at your lap; then, "Bam come on," Jungkook tried shooing the dog away without actually approaching.

"Is this your dog?" You speak up loudly after a little silence. As Jungkook drew closer, he sent you an enigmatic glance before gripping the dog's collar and pulling it away from you.

He was just Jungkook, after all, and if you weren't about to hook up, he wasn't going to be interested in you at all. So you didn't expect him to help you up, or answer you.

You just sat there on the ground, your dress trailed up your legs as you watched the boy and his dog. You know what they say—if he had a dog, he wouldn't cheat—, or something along the lines. You honestly had no clue, you were a little tipsy after all.

"He's not my dog"

Rivalry? 

Jeon: dude I need you to take Bam for the night, got a girl coming over

Jungkook sat on his bed, legs spread wide as he tapped on the chat with Mina, the photo she'd send him just now catching his full attention. It was simple, but it was hot enough to get Jungkook riled up; just her tits on display, no bra or anything.

Tae-hyung: can't, got Jimin over, maybe next time.

Fuck, really?

Jeon: Jimin as in Park Jimin?

Jeon: as in Y/ns friend? That Jimin?

Rolling his eyes at his friend, Jungkook hastily wrote on his phone. Yes, Taehyung was free to fuck anyone and at any time, but why Jimin specifically? He didn't have a problem with the boy, but he did with you. You and Jungkook just never got along somehow.

It happened two years ago. He blamed the eccentric teacher who probably just thought you were hot, but it may have also been the competitiveness between the two of you because you consistently outperformed him in physical education by 2%. The animosity technically should have subsided by this point. But since neither of you made an effort to communicate in a non-aggressive way, you just never talked it out.

Tae-hyung: yeah yeah, that one.

Tae-hyung: now stop texting me, I'm in the middle of getting the suck of a lifetime.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, and before locking his phone he cancelled plans with Mina.

"I guess it's just you and me today, buddy." "Taetae just didn't have time for you," Jungkook said, his voice becoming a little more adorable as he spoke to his doberman and gazed at him with disappointment. The dog begins to whine, approaching Jungkook and placing his head on his lap so that Jungkook could comfort him while he also browsed through some Netflix movies.

It was sad, really. No pets were allowed, as the landlord had made plain to everyone before they even moved in. No matter if it was a simple pet like a cat or a hamster; no pets.

Of course, Jungkook was aware of what was going on, but what was he going to do with Bam? Jungkooks family would be more than willing to take care of him and allow Jungkook as many visits as he desired, but because they lived two hours away, it wasn't convenient to just drop by. Finally, he made the decision to just take the dog with him—something he was certain would get him kicked out at some point.

Bam wasn't young either; the dog was nearly two years old. I would be easy to spot him anywhere. Thats why he only took him on walks late in the night, where there was no one around except a few drunken teens—and well—you apparently.

Exes

It wasn't until Jimin drew you back to reality that you realized you had just finished the week's final physics class. Although it appeared that many students chose physics this year, the classroom was quite quiet despite being packed.

Since he gave a pass to everyone who even attempted it, the teacher was OK; there was no need to be concerned. Your best friend only muttered, "You look awful," after giving you that "you stayed up all night didn't you" look as he checked you over. Who were you kidding? You stayed up because your 'wonderful' neighbor next door appeared to have invited three girls over in one night to have "fun".

You mutter to him, "Wow, thanks," as you collect your belongings. 

You change the subject, not really wishing to discuss your neighbor's sex life, by saying, "You don't look too good yourself." Jimin rolled his eyes at that.

You only had three classes today, but they seemed to last forever. Your first class was math, and you felt certain you would fail it. Professor Jung simply doesn't care enough about his students this term. Following that, you had literature, which was marginally better but still not your favorite subject. Physics was the last class, which was a real letdown since even though you were passing, it was still a major pain in the ass.

Jimin gave you a knowing glance as you left the class, his eyes clearly showing that he had a good time the night before. "Taehyung again huh?" You chuckle as you open your locker and put your physics books inside. Jimin grinned and held out his hands in defense, saying, "The guy is a beast in bed, I'm telling you, biggest dick ever-" "Too much information," you murmur, covering your ears, "far too much detail."

As far as you are aware, they only met up three times, they were quite close. "Do you like him?" As you sit on the university grounds, not far from the location where the incident involving Jungkook occurred a few nights earlier, you inquire while taking your lunch box out.

As he too began to eat his meal, your best friend mumbled, "He's okay." You were already familiar with Jimin and were aware of his deception. Oh, the Bangtan member was in serious trouble, Jimin could be a very fiesty lover. You, on the other hand, didn't really understand the hype surrounding them, even if they were all undeniably attractive and unique in their own right. To fall for one of the heartbreakers, though, was simply not possible in your book. Taehyung was cute, for sure, but smoking weed was a little too illegal for your liking, you wouldn't fit right in with his lifestyle. His father was a prominent politician,, the police had his ass covered in no time.

"How about you? Any guys?... or girls?" He raises an eyebrow, but you just shrug it off, you weren't exactly looking for anyone, and you were too busy with school to even have time for a date.

Around two years ago, Minho from psychology class broke down crying during sex after going on a date. His pet fish had passed away. That was the last time you went on a date with him, or in general, for sure. Maybe it wasn't meant to be. Maybe you just weren't into relationships.

You recall that the last time you had an intimate contact with someone, it took place at a party a few months after your break-up with Kai. Nothing is more stereotypical than having sex in the bathroom, but that is exactly what occurred, and you left right away.

"That is your "I'm thinking about Kai" expression, so stop now." The sound of Jimin chewing his food in front of you could be heard as he raised his voice and pointed at you with his chopsticks. "You're hurting yourself." He was correct, you had lost interest in the man, but one never forgets their first love.

"Whatever let's just eat"

Second encounter 

Jungkook is the second person you encounter after leaving the pub with Jimin at 2 a.m. He was out and about by himself, just like the last time, with a grimace on his face as he browsed aimlessly on his phone, not paying attention to the people around him. Messages from various girls crowded his screen. Jungkook was undeniably a beast in bed. Even girls who had just found his Instagram and lived in separate towns or even countries would dm him.

Jungkook, without a doubt, was one in a million.

You were walking to your dorm, music blasting, Taylor Swift's voice pleased your ears. You didn't turn off the music until that familiar dog approached you again. Your sneer is humorous. "And we meet again, friend," you smile as you give the giant dog a loving pat. The dog lets out a joyous yelp, his tail bouncing from side to side in excitement.

"You're a cute one, I wonder what your name is," you say as you examine the collar, trying in vain to find a name. "Bam," you hear a voice behind you, prompting you to turn to face the Jock "His name is Bam," he says again, dragging the dog towards him with the leash. "Is that your dog? I thought we weren't allowed bring dogs to College-" "hes- he's not my dog, I'm just walking him." "Because," he pauses, "I'm walking him for a friend." He gives a confident nod.

"You walk your friend's dog at 2 a.m.? I'm not buying it, Jk" You raise your brow before slipping the headphones into your pocket and waited for a response. "I don't think it's any of your business anyway," he says dismissively, beginning to walk in the opposite direction.

"I guess it's my business the instant I tell our principle about your little pal," you sneer, merely intending to rile him up, you plainly had no intention of actually putting him in trouble, although it would be amusing to see the heartthrob getting scolded, it just wasn't your place to talk.

Shaking his head Jungkook turns around once more, his face adorning a frown as he steps a little too close to your licking. "He's my friends dog." He tells you once more, chest out and defensive. "I'm not dumb enough to bring a dog this big into my dorm"

You scoff, the alcohol in your blood making you appear more confident than you were. "I think you're quite dumb," you say, teasingly striking his chest. He knew you were joking, but something in him snapped at the thought of anybody other than his closest friends knowing about Bam. "Listen up, 'know it all,' you better mind your own damn business-" you sneer, flipping your head, "I was just kidding, Jesus fuck, why are you so tense? Didn't get laid today?" You laugh, re-plug your earbuds, and walk away, leaving a perplexed Jungkook behind.

Jungkook was pulled back to reality as his dog tugged on the leash, most likely wanting to go home. "Fine, alright, we're leaving," Jungkook murmured to himself as he went up to his dorm, which was mercifully located in a more secure location.

When he layed down on his bed and turned out the lights, his phone was the only source of brightness he had. "You can't just wander off to strangers Bam, they'll take you away from me if they find out," his owner chuckles as Bam lays down alongside him and lets out a contented huff.

The Gym (Third Encounter)

"I swear to you, Jake got kicked out of his apartment and had to move to an apertment at the far end of town because they found him with a cat in his dorm." Taehyung informed his closest friend as they headed to practice, both of them holding their gym bags as they approached the large gym. Jungkook's heart skipped a beat; he didn't want to spend more than 1.500€ a month for a lousy apartment if someone ever found out. "Fuck," he mumbles as he fumbles with his locker keys to get his workout bag inside, only pulling out a little towel and some water. "I don't want to be that person, but someone will find out eventually, and then you're screwed." Taehyung comforts the younger man by placing his hand on his shoulder.

Jungkook sighs and shakes his head "So, where do I put him now? My parents live two hours away, and you guys are the only ones I know and trust with Bam." He sighs and steps onto the treadmill, starting slowly and running his hand through his hair. Jungkook was worried, you'd seen Bam and suspected him to be his; it wouldn't be long before you told someone, he didn't trust you in the least.

Taehyung only shrugged, already too engrossed in the music playing loudly through his headphones, while Jungkook just gazed at the wall as he worked out, the chat with you earlier this week making him more worried than it should. You'd have told on him by now–it's been three days–there's no way you'd do it now. But he still had this strange feeling in his gut that wouldn't go away.

With just 15 minutes till his workout was through, Jungkook was stretching in front of the mirror when he focused his gaze on your figure; you hadn't noticed him yet, but the dread in his chest grew again. "Damn, that's her." Jungkook nudges his closest friend to get his attention, motioning toward you, your eyes now meeting his. "Shit, I think she knows hyung, what do I do? Is she here to get me? To get Bam? What if they already got him?!"Jungkook rushes up to gather his stuff, but Taehyung stops him. "Jungkook, see, she's here with Jimin, they're just going to work out, she's not here to" he raises an eyebrow, "get you," he quotes.

Looking back, he saw you on the treadmills with Jimin, exactly as Taehyung had informed him you were working out. He sighs deeply as he walks past his friend towards the showers. "I really need to get banged," he says, "I haven't had any since I cancelled on Mina." Jungkook quickly stripped naked and began showering while Taehyung reclined on one of the benches. "I'm going to take a shower at Jimin's apartment once he finishes here," Taehyung says with a knowing smirk. "You're disgusting," Jungkook complains as he washes the shampoo out of his hair, earning Tae's snicker. "What? And you telling me every aspect of your one-night stands is fine?" He pulls out his phone. "Man, you're down bad," Jungkook muttered as Taehyung smiled at the flirty messages Jimin had left for him.

The sound of droplets falling onto the ground soon stops, and Jungkook dries himself up in no time. Putting on some fresh clothes before bidding goodbye to his friend who walks over to you and Jimin with a grin on his face. He wishes Taehyung the best, sure, but the thought of him dating someone? It was weird, yeah.

"Tae!" Jimin was the first to spring up and hug his, his well.. you're not sure what they are to each other yet. You had yet to figure that out, but in the meantime, you enjoyed Jimin being happy. "Hi Taehyung" you wave at the boy while squating, you weren't about to stop your workout just to greet him. "Nice to see you Y/n" Taehyung gives you a small but meaningful smile before looking back at Jimin, who'd stopped his workout all together and was now leaning against the mirror admiring the beautiful man in front of him.

You don't really catch what they talk about, you were too busy thinking about what you were eating for dinner later. Maybe sushi? Chinese? Subway? A voice soon interrupts your thoughts "Y/n!" Jimin calls out, walking closer to you. "Taehyung invited us for dinner later, I think some of his friends are coming too" smiling, he gives you pleading eyes, hoping you'd say yes so he wouldn't have to deal with his lover's friend all by himself.

"Sure I'd love to come"

Getting Ready

"-There must be one that grabs your attention, they are all really different from one another and... sexy." You're standing in front of the mirror trying on several clothing for tonight's dinner as Jimin approaches your body. Yes, it took some bravery for you to just show up there, Jimin—at least— had Taehyung, who he was already very familiar with. But what about you? You were most certainly out of place, but as you previously stated, you couldn't just let Jimin leave by himself. 

"I know, I know," you murmur, "but the only one I've ever spoken to, except Taehyung, is Jungkook," as you make a face.

Jimin's expression immediately darkens, with a tinge of worry in his features. He begins, setting down the dress he had picked for you to try on, "For the love of God, no." He shakes his head "Not him." He made a no sign with both of his hands. You furrow your brow and say, "They're all not the best of people. Why are you worried of me clicking with him?" Careless of the terrified man in your room, you grab your bra from the bed. Jimin mumbles, "I mean." Your best friend shakes his head as you show him a blue shirt and says, "He's close to Taehyung and everything, which I guess is his one green flag." He pauses. "I just don't think you're compatible; he's everything you despise,"

"How do you know him so well?" You inquired. In the midst of the talk, he hands you a dress, and you put it on while you wait and check yourself in the mirror. He rejects your response, "He came over a few times after me and Tae hooked up," and compliments your outfit choice. 

When he sees you sitting at your makeup table, he says, "Use blush, suits you." Taking up the beauty product with a nod, you start you doing your make up "Okay, so how is he?" After a pause, you resume the conversation, intrigued because the few times you did speak to him, he seemed a bit withdrawn and hesitant.

Sure, you and Jungkook went to the same school since you can remember. But that doesn't mean you ever really talked to him, there's only a few times you can really remember and those weren't quite-

Jimin slumps on the bean bag next to you and moans as he drops his phone on your bed. "He's exactly how he always was: cold and not very talkative," says Jimin before reaching over to give you your lipstick. He goes on to say, "He's very confident in himself, a narcissist, and fucks around a lot. You know; still the same old Jungkook you used to beat in PE" smiling when you finish your makeup and calling it "wonderful." "Thanks Jimin," 

"I think I kinda expected that from him, the cold attitude and all," you add reaching for your bag and putting your keys, wallet, and, yes, a condom inside. 

You never know.

Dinner (Forth Encounter)

The place basically screams "only rich people please!" with slow music playing in the background and the place being dark. You sigh; this is definitely not a place you'd choose. It didn't help that you weren't employed and had only about 100€ in your bank account. You should probably only get side dishes, they were undoubtedly the least expensive items on the menu. 

Jimin pats your back as you both proceed to the booth Yoongi, Taehyung, and Jungkook sat in, saying, "Over there." Jimin hugged Taehyung and then sat down next to him, leaving you to be seated next to the weirdo himself; Jeon Jungkook. You uncomfortably look at Jimin, who is seated in front of you, and murmur, "Hello," holding your phone tightly in your hand. "What would you two like to have?" Taehyung asked "Yoongi Hyung, Jungkook and I ordered beer". Jimin was almost sitting on Taehyung's knee when he spoke, which explained his unusually upbeat tone. 

Before speaking, you give your closest friend a dirty look and say, "I'll just take a water," grinning as you unlock your phone and occupy yourself. The night was going to be quite long.

Jungkook keeps a close eye on you and hasn't let up since you first arrived. This isn't because he likes you; on the contrary, he still harbors animosity toward you. 

But why are you here right now, out of all the places you could be? Yoongi, who was busy texting a girl on his phone while drinking his beer, is distracted as Jungkook groans. He mutters as he continues to stare down at his phone without looking up, "If you're going to be a brat, leave. I can't deal with your childish ass right now." "I'm an adult," Jungkook says, rolling his eyes. The older one then looks up, "Then act like one."

Jungkook slams his hand down on the table a little too forcefully, drawing your attention. "What's that supposed to mean," he asks. Yoongi and Jungkook are in your line of sight as you shriek up and inquire. "Everything alright?"

Smiling Yoongi nods towards you, indicating that you should eat up your appetizers. He then gives Jungkook a sneering look after you shrug and do exactly that. 

Giving one final critical glance before returning to his phone Yoongi speaks, "See, that's exactly what I mean by 'childlike behavior'."

Jimin squeals, "Taehyungie, stop," and when you look up, you'll see the two lovebirds teasing each other. Taehyung is the one who feeds Jimin, but just as he opens his mouth to take a bite, he takes the spoon away, making Jimin whine. 

You had never seen Jimin this content or this... in love? You smirk to yourself as you cast a quick glance across the room before settling your eyes on Jungkook, who had just returned from the restroom, his eyes glued to his phone as he typed away, before returning to his seat next to you. 

"I say we should get more drinks; they're on me," Taehyung cheered then ordering 4 Sex on the beach. Not exactly your favorite, but free alcohol is still free alcohol.

The smell of smoke permeated the air as you stepped outside, seeing a shaky Jimin walking hand in hand with Taehyung as he escorted him to his car. You call out, attracting Taehyung's attention, "Wait—uh, Jimin and I were meant to get home together." But Taehyung simply smiles at you. "Sorry, Jimin is mine for the night."

Looking across at your best friend, you notice the typical drunk Jimin, blowing kisses your way, and drawing finger hearts. You shrug smiling, and pull out your phone to call an uber. Yoongi, who takes a last drag from his cigarette, stops you, "I'll drive you home, you live around the same area as Jungkook right?" stepping on the cigarette, he asks while exhaling smoke.

You nod; you don't really care how you got home tonight; all you really want to do is fall asleep on your bed. He says, "My cars over there, I guess Jungkook already got in." He gives you an enticing wink before saying, "I'll be right there." Yoongi walks over to assist Taehyung in getting Jimin into his car, Thankfully, they had their last drink two hours prior, as this allowed them to safely drive home.

When you first entered the car, it was completely silent. The only sound was a lonesome song playing on the radio, which helped to create a slightly more cozy environment. Jungkook sat in the front seat, smoking a cigarette out the window as he stared at the sky.

Jungkook observes as your attractive physique settles into the backseat of the vehicle. He grinned to himself as he threw the cigarette out the window and slumped back in his seat after noticing you briefly glancing at him. Watching your confused face in the rearview mirror, he said, "There's lipstick on your teeth." 

"Do you frequently just stare at random girls' teeth?" You scoff while using one finger to wipe your teeth, staring irritably at the older boy. "A simple "thank you" would have been plenty," you observe him shrug, distort his face, and roll his eyes.

"Are you taking out your friends dog tonight?" You cross your arms as you ask, briefly glancing back to Yoongi who still hopelessly tried to get Jimin into Taehyungs car. You laugh a bit, taking a picture to show Jimin the next day.

"What?" Jungkook turns around to look at you in irritation, obviously confused. You tilt your head in surprise "The dog you always walk at the asscrack of dawn" you remind him "Bam I think his name was". His eyes then seem to widen, most probably knowing what you mean. "Oh yeah, yeah" he dismisses you, shaking his head and turning back to look outside the window at the night sky.

"You're so weird"

Jimin's Place 

"So, how did last night go with Mr. Loverboy?" You inquire, sitting on Jimin's couch. The atmosphere was relaxed, Jimins shower playlist was playing in the background and the warmth of the heater was making it even more comfortable.

"I think I might actually like like him, y/n," as you watch your bestfriend's face form into a smile he says.  

Your eyes widen as you almost choke on your tea,

What did mister 'I don't date, I just fuck around until my mother eventually forces me to settle down' just say?

"Person who's in love with Kim Taehyung, say what?"

"What?" Jimin asks turning to you

"HAH!" You raise your head to face your best friend and point at him while standing up.

Jimin only laughs and shakes his head, "I'm not in love with him,"

"Yet.." you murmur.

Jimin looks you up and down, "Okay you're one to talk, you're literally undressing Jungkook with your eyes every time he walks by." "That's a lie,"

"What's a lie is that you deny that you don't actually hate the guy and have the biggest crush on him or that you at the very least want to know what's hidden inside those pants-"

"Jimin, I get it. But no, definitely not crushing on Jeon."

"Yet..." the older murmurs.

Help?

"I need your help"

"Fuck off," you say as you close the door; Jungkook's foot stopping you.

"I'm so damn serious right now L/n," The person in front of you says, with worry written all over his face as he enters your room, you whining behind him without doing anything further to stop him. 

Well fuck my sleep schedule, right?

"What on earth makes you think I would help you out of all people" With your arms crossed and your sleep mask knotted in your hair, you stand there in front of him, looking quite the opposite of attractive. You take a look at your phone, the time being 1:47 a.m.. "especially at this time"

"Because," Jungkook begins, fidgeting with his fingers apprehensively while scanning your room. "Is that a Hello Kitty alarm clock?" 

"Jeon," You call out, hoping he will get to the point so you could go back to sleep.

"Fuck, okay, damn, I-" In stark contrast to how he typically speaks, Jungkook's voice is quiet. Looking up at you with begging eyes, he pleads "Damn someone threw me under the bus and now they're checking people's dorms—Particularly the boys."

Your brow furrows "what? are you hiding drugs?" You laugh. 

He couldn't be serious, there's no way you'd help him with whatever it was. You hated him, he hated you—that's how it's always been. 

But was there any chance that it could be altered?

You reflect on the conversation you had with Jimin yesterday and what he said; "What's a lie is that you deny that you don't actually hate the guy and have the biggest crush on him or that you at the very least want to know what's hidden inside those pants-"

Shaking your head, you turn your attention back to the boy in front of you who is likely experiencing a panic attack as you speak.

"Get the fuck out." 

"Ask someone else for whatever it is you need help with." As you pull on his arm to get him to get off your couch, he shakes his head and frowns. 

"God damnit, forget our rivalry just one damn moment and listen to me." He yells, "The dog you see me walking at night, he's-" he starts, then stops himself to think.

"He's?" You encourage him to go on.

Inching closer to your face while whispering, Jungkook now stands up. He curses as he runs his fingers through his hair, "He's my dog and-" Kook breathes out.

"And if the university finds out I keep a dog in my dorm, they'll expel me." He looks up at you with imploring eyes as he completes his speech.

You shrug, unconcerned by the facts he just provided, "So ask Taehyung." 

"Woman, why won't you listen? They are inspecting every boys dorm. The last time I checked, Taehyung was a guy."

"What exactly are you asking me to do?" You ask him while scanning his entire face, crossing your arms.

"I need you to let Bam stay at your dorm for a while"

"Don't really wanna see you, y'know".

In all honesty, Jungkook did not anticipate your support for his ridiculous proposal. Yet there you were.

"Okay, Bam, now be a good boy and stay out of trouble." From the other side of the room, you hear Jungkook talking. It was difficult to get you to agree to this idiotic idea, which involves having Jungkook's dog Bam stay at your dorm for a week or two while the university checks over the men's dorms. But you ultimately agreed when he volunteered to cover your food and snacks for an entire month. 

Although it may sound silly, you truly needed to save money, therefore even though it seemed weird, it was helpful. 

Like always, Jungkook wakes you up from your thoughts. 

"Okay, he eats every day at 6 a.m. and 3 p.m. Give him more in the mornings, and every so often, a snack. He usually sleeps on my bed as well, however I can get why you wouldn't-"

"Jungkook" you cut him off.

"I- yeah?" Looking up from where he is kneeling and cuddling his dog, he asks. Clearing his throat, he gets to his feet, and straightens his shirt. "I mean-, what's up?"

You roll your eyes and say, "Shut the fuck up and get out, you've told me all of this about five times since yesterday—this night—I think I've got it from here," Pointing to your door you signal him to leave.

Despite being scared, he remains calm "yeah, of course, I'll make an effort to stop by every day-"

Again you interrupt him "Don't bother." 

"Visit between of 6 and 8 pm. When I'm not home." Pinching between your eyes you stare at the cute dog as you continue talking. "Don't really wanna see you, y'know".

"Right.."

Handing him your spare keys, he leaves and you're finally alone—we'll, not entirely. 

"You better not be like your dad" you huff, pointing accusingly the doberman who just let's out a small whine.

"We're not."

Jimin sighs, combing his hair out of his face and giving you the most serious expression you've ever seen. Pausing he addresses you "Jeon Jungkook—super asshole, captain of whatever sport our school participates—asked you-" you only nod. "To take care of his puppy," he finishes with a small chuckle. You scream, "It's not funny," flinging one of your several pillows at him. "Why didn't he ask Taehyung?" Jimin inquiries by merely shrugging his shoulders and sitting next to you. 

"That's the thing," you grouse. "Taehyung is probably getting his room searched too because he's a guy. Did he not tell you in any way?"

"We're too busy fucking to talk most of the time."

Jimin laughs, turning to the door to see Jungkook casually walk in with his dog. He is wearing a black sweatshirt and slacks that disguise any aspect of him that could identify him when he enters your apartment. Naturally, Mr. Jock didn't want any rumors linking him to the Nerd. You.

Jimin receives a slight nod from Jungkook when he glances up, "What's up, man?" Jimin just shrugs in response. 

Turning to face you, Jimin observes your concentrated gaze as you study the other man from head to toe. Jimin couldn't read your expression for once, which was incredibly odd. Once he looks down at his phone he notices a text message from Taehyung, it was time for him to leave.

Whatever it was between you and Jungkook, he is certain it wasn't hatred. Love? No, but most certainly not hatred.

Winking he says, "Anyway I gotta leave now, have fun you two, but not too much." And he's gone.

"He is aware that we are not-" Jungkook starts, motioning his finger between the two of you.

"Jimin, of all people, knows we're not -" your repeat his same hand motion.

Confused, lonely and ...

"Okay, last one, let's not tell your daddy about this." You coo as you offer Bam yet another treat.

You hate to admit it but, the dog has grown on you after only three days; he was the opposite of his father—quiet, polite, and obedient. 

Simply said, having a small—or fairly large—companion in your dorm made days seem better. Even though he occupied a lot of room and occasionally peed on the floor, overall things were going well—too well.

"All right, one more-"

"Will the amount of treats you're giving my dog make me have to take Bam to the vet anytime soon?" Suddenly, a voice at your front door startles you. Oh no, it was already past six. You should have been out, not wasting time at home with a dog you don't even own. 

You respond, pouting at the male who is in front of you, "He was giving me puppy eyes the whole time I couldn't resist." 

Jungkook was standing at your door, ready to take Bam for his daily walk. Wearing a sweaty shirt and some short gym shorts, Jungkook had most likely just finished his workout. 

He had to get the poor dog into his car and drive to a park to walk him now that he almost got caught, if it wasn't for you.

But now was not the time to applaud you for your generosity.

"You're staring," Jungkook states before approaching the tiny couch in your dorm and, out of habit, caressing Bam. 

"Let's go, buddy," putting him on a leash he pulls the dog towards him. But instead of moving, Bam crept up to you and sat on your lap whining. 

You turn to face his owner laughing, "Well, well, well, look whose dog loves me more than you" 

To the chagrin of Bam, you point at yourself and stand up. You do this by wriggling your eyebrows at your nemesis in the most irritating way possible. The elder huffs, easily lifting up the larger dog, "Fuck off, it's because you spoil him with treats." 

You gape as you admire Jungkook's strength in your head, you did always have a thing for strong men. With a shake of your head, though, you groan.

This is not the time or place y/n.

"W-well? Are you going to simply stand there?" You snap, reverting to your previous self who despised the man who was currently holding his dog in his arms as if he were a piece of cake.

"Calm the fuck down L/n, I need to see whether there are any people outside-"

You observe Jungkook examine the area outside your door before exiting, ultimately leaving you alone in your apartment, confused, lonely and... in need for a drink.

Or two.

The Past

As he takes another drag from his cigarette, Jungkook easily let the smoke out his mouth. It was past midnight and he was by himself in his dorm. It felt like weeks even though it had only been a few days since he gave up Bam at your house. It felt lonely, for sure. Eventhough his friends and the occasional hookup made time fly by faster, it still didn't quite fill the emptiness of his apartment. 

His head began to fill with much more than just thoughts about his puppy, and he soon forgot the music he had put on earlier. Perhaps it was just the heat of the moment or his weariness, but he somehow thought about you and how you agreed to help him. 

You, who'd always had something against him. You who was always slightly better at PE than he was. You who—you who he had his first crush on in 2nd grade.

You who had made fun of him for expressing his feelings many years back.

Fuck it, you probably don't even remember that ever happened. 

"Fuck," He murmurs when he realizes he is staring out his window into yours, which is just across from his. Yes, it was quite a distance, yet he could still barely make out your silhouette—your half naked silhouette. 

You chuckle, still a little tipsy from your night out with friends, "Bam come dance with me." startled by the dog's barking you worried that someone had heard. 

As you make some ramen in your teeny kitchen, you swing your hips and sigh, "Okay, maybe let me do the dancing." Taylor Swift playing in the background created a fantastic environment for just doing, moving your body, and taking time for yourself. Uni had been kicking your ass lately and You'd be lying if you said you hadn't considered dropping out at least once.

The ding of the water being done boiling makes you stop your showstopping dance performance and actually go back to 'cooking'. "I'm not sure Jungkook would let me live it down if you got food poisoning from giving you ramen hun'" you pout down at the dog who was giving you the biggest puppy eyes. 

It's like he understood what you were saying cause Bam just sat up and walked to his little blanket you put on the floor for him to sleep on. Surprisingly once you told him your bed was a no-go, he'd never attempted to try and sleep on it again. 

You had to admit, whatever Jungkook was teaching him, it were the right things.

Speaking of who, taking a quick look outside your window to his, you saw him asleep on his chair with the lights still on. 

You scoff "idiot".

Dinner for tw- three.

While you wait impatiently for your dinner to arrive, it is pouring rain outside. 

A show Jimin had recommended was currently on on the TV, your thoughts, however, were elsewhere—most notably, Bam and Jungkook. He took Bam on walkies about an hour ago, so he should be returning soon. They were probably wet due to the weather, so you'd need to let Bam dry off a bit before he entered your dorm. Speaking of... 

Ding dong

Getting up on instinct, you grab a towel, and head to your door, opening it.

"You better dry your dog before he comes in and wets my whole fl-" Looking up you're met with a stranger holding a bag of food in one hand and an umbrella in the other.

"I'm sorry, I thought-," you start, but stop when you see Jungkook strolling down the hallway, soaking.

"One second," you exhale as you dash inside the room to retrieve some money and a new towel.

As you were returning, Jungkook had already arrived at the door examining the delivery man, who was undoubtedly much smaller than him. 

You whisper, "Keep the change," taking the food and setting it next to you before making eye contact with Jungkook who just looked annoyed. Just as you wanted to say something—anything your television program was cut off by a weather report, making you and Jungkook turn your attention towards it. "We advise people to stay at home for the remainder of the night due to the storm. Please stay indoors, go to a neighboring restaurant or cafe, or any other place with a roof over your head. This was 24 News; be safe."

"Well? Get me a towel or something instead of just staring." He moans and shakes his head to try to shake some of the water out of his hair. 

Bam had already entered your house, acting as though it were his own—well, it sort of was.

Rolling your eyes, you say, "You can take a shower if you want or whatever," already wiping the floor after bam's earlier antics.

"Thank you, but-"

"Just take the dang shower; it won't hurt you, to get clean right?" Before he could even finish, you fight back and spin around to pull two plates out from the kitchen. 

This was gonna be a long night.

Once more, you're watching TV this time, the show Jimin recommended actually turned out to be good. Enjoying your long awaited sushi rolls, Bams head rests on your lap. 

You jump a little when a hand suddenly makes contact with your shoulder, jolting you back to reality.

Jungkook sighs, "Finally, damn," crossing his arms over his bare chest as he speaks. "Give me some new clothes; mine are wet," he orders, not waiting for a response before he goes to steal some of your sushi and happily munches on it. "Hey, I — you have your own!" While still chewing, you set your plate down and start looking for clothing that would fit Jungkook's large physique.

Being really honest, you must admit that as Jungkook was eating his—your—dinner, you did sneak a few wistful glances at his naked back. You wouldn't fall for his charms, ever. But man, that man was created by the gods.

You smile when you notice how adorable Bam was lying on his back as Jungkook tenderly petted his belly; this was the first time you had seen this side of him, his sensitive side.

Sleepover

"Remember that crush I had on Jungkook in freshman year?"

Jimin was awakened by your call, "Y/N honey, it's 4 a.m." he just responds, placing his phone on speaker and placing his head back on his pillow. Taehyung was lying next to him, but he had a deep sleep and wouldn't be disturbed by the concerned sound of your voice. 

"Listen to me," you yell, looking panicked over to Jungkook snoring on your too-small-for-him couch, the lights out in your apartment. "We need to, like— meet up."

"Like right now?" Jimin whimpered, your eyebrows furrow. "Yes, remember me having to pick you up from that club once, you idiot. just because you were too incompetent to walk? Yeah? Okay, come on over here; this is your favor for me." 

"Shut the fuck up, damn who talks on the phone this damn loud!" Jungkook sits up, Bam idly licking his swollen face, his hair untidy, he groans, voice husky.

On the other end of the line, Jimin asks what's wrong when you pause, but you don't answer him, too busy examining Jungkook's bed head to listen.

You conclude the call with, "I'll call you later bye-" and turn to your left to turn on your small light, which causes Jungkook to sigh once again. You scowl at him and straighten your back as you say, "First of all. This is my home."

"And second of all" you start, but can't really find any words to say. So you just stare for a second or two, and just when Jungkook was about to speak up again you continue "you look like my grandmas ass". 

That was embarrassing y/n, so so embarrassing. 

To your astonishment, Jungkook smiles briefly before turning his attention back to you. "Couldn't think of a better response, or what? What's got you so worked up that you were on the phone with Jimin at the crack of dawn, Nerd?" he asks, looking at his phone watch, then groaning.

"Who said I was speaking with Jimin? Maybe I was speaking to a G-"

"You only have around 4 friends, and the only one you genuinely care about is Jimin." Jungkook remarks, you become unusually silent.

Since when does he know about your friendship with Jimin so well? Sure, he's seen you largely with him, but that doesn't mean anything.

"What I talk about with Jimin doesn't concern you. Now, go back to your beauty sleep." Looking at him up and down, you continue "you need it."

You'd expected him to stop talking and just go back to sleep. After all, you two used to get into petty arguments all the time until one of you—usually Jungkook—finally got bored and either left or ignored you.  Instead, he gets up, closely followed by Bam who stops at your bed while his father continues to then climb onto your bed, getting closer and closer until he whispers sensually into your ear, "You don't tell me what to do sweetie," causing goosebumps to appear on your skin and briefly stopping your breathing.

With his head tilted back and his lips still slightly puffy from sleeping, Jungkook turns to face you. His eyes, oh his eyes, were staring at you with that sharp gaze, just like he would when he was trying to hook up with a girl he met at one of the numerous frat parties he attended. But you were different; you were pure, innocent, and naive.

You mumble, seeming intimidated, "Go back to sleep," but what you really felt was shame—shame that he had such an immediate impact on you.

He doesn't protest and returns to your couch acting as though nothing just happened.

You can't sleep that night, and neither can Jungkook.

Just for me?

The following morning, Jungkooks still there, lying on his back and browsing Instagram. He seems to notice when you sit up and glare at him because of the way his phone is shut and his pierced brow quirks up. After the sleepless night you two had, he groans, "They still want everyone to stay at home, class was cancelled too." 

You quickly replied, "I saw," before heading to the restroom and washing your up. You took a little extra time to avoid having to face him. The thing is, you did eventually have to, and it was for breakfast. "Suit yourself, you're paying for my groceries anyway, but I haven't had an opportunity to go shopping recently, there might be nothing too exciting in there" You speak as you open the refrigerator only to discover some leftover fruit, tomatoes, and eggs from the previous week. 

You hear three sets of footsteps—one, two, and three—before he pauses behind you and peeks into the refrigerator. You stutter, "I-I have ramen too," as you try to move as far away from him as you can while gazing at Bam as if he could aid in your escape from his father. Jungkook tries to lighten the mood, "Not a ramen morning kinda guy," but fails miserably because you simply shrug your shoulders and return to your bed. You just say, "Eat, I'm not hungry," as you scroll through your messages.

Jimin🐣: so what was this about?  4:10 am

Jimin🐣: I assume either you fell asleep on me and woke me up for literally nothing, orrrr😏😏😏                                      4:15 am

You giggle and shake your head before replying

You: nothing like that happened, he just woke up and scolded me.              8:31 am

Jimin🐣 is typing

Jimin🐣: did he spank you.           8:35 am

Gasping you shut off your phone and glance over at Jungkook who was busy making himself some scrambled eggs.

You: shut up omg.                           8:35 am

You: he's still here, how much longer is this weather gonna fuck with my life?🫠

Jimin🐣 is typing

Jimin🐣: they say until tomorrow. 8:36 am

Jimin🐣: I'm good btw! Thanks for asking. 8:36 am 

You: sorry, how are you jiminieee.   8:37 am

Jimin🐣: sucked Taehyung off in the shower this morning.                         8:37 am

You: fuck off.                                       8:37 am

"Are Jimin and Taehyung too busy fucking or why is the dumbass not answering any of my texts." Jungkook groans speaking more to himself than at you, you still answer him regardless. 

"I just texted Jimin, although I do see him as a text-and-fuck kinda guy," you joke, giggling to yourself. Jungkook laughs too surprisingly, and this time, neither of you make a nasty comment about anything 

There was a silence after, none of you, not even Bam, saying a single thing until Jungkook coughs and speaks up "There's left over eggs if you want" nodding towards the pan that was still on the stove. "Yeah uh" you fidged with your phone, turning it on and off acting busy, "I'll eat some later." 

"You should eat some now," He insists, telling you to simply get a plate and join him for breakfast. You were picky, and you avoided eating in bed in fear of getting it dirty. If you wanted to eat without doing just that, Jungkook knew you would have to sit next to him on the couch. 

You respond, "I suppose I'm old enough to choose when I eat," with a raised eyebrow. "Fortunately, nobody pays you to think; just eat the food, I cooked more just for you."

Just for you. 

Just for me? 

You recall the reason you called Jimin last night, 'cause of situations like right now. When Jungkook acted as though he cared or that you genuinely meant something to him. 

You say nothing, standing up and pacing to the small kitchen, taking the now cold pan with you to the small table in front of the couch and sitting next to Jungkook, maybe 5 or 6 inches apart. 

"Thanks"

Flashbacks

You last saw Jungkook a few days ago. When the storm had passed, he promptly returned home. If it were any other day, you would genuinely say that you are pleased with his exit, but in all honesty, you missed annoying him a bit too much. "What should I do, bam-ie? When I'm bored, it's just so much fun to annoy your dad" The moment the dog approaches you and sits next to you, yawning and placing his head on your lap as usual, you smile.

It's after six, Jungkook would typically be here to pick Bam up for walkies. You suddenly experience a strange rising in your chest and a feeling of unease? No. You don't bother about guys you don't like, y/n

But.. did you still hold such a strong dislike for him?

You are caught off guard by the sound of your phone ringing, and sure enough, you receive a text message from the devil himself.

Jungkook🙄: Namjoon is picking up Bam for walks today, I'm busy                                    6:11 pm

You furrow your brow as you mull about your response before simply typing, "Okay." What was going on with you, and why were you behaving like a teen messaging their crush?

Ding dong

You sigh as you approach your door and feel somewhat relieved that Jungkook did not send Yoongi or, god forbid, Taehyung to take Bam.

You wouldn't be able to speak if Yoongi were to stand in front of you since, in your opinion, he was just very scary.

On the other side, Taehyung you might tolerate, but you get weirded out by the fact that he's fucking Jimin and you practically received a great description of the guys dick.

Namjoon was nice and nerdy like you; you might have spoken to him once or twice. He was in your calculus class and consistently received perfect scores on his exams.

"Hello." The extraordinarily gorgeous man with dimples says, looking down at the dog seated next to you.

"H-hi! You came to pick up Bam, right?" You query.

Obviously he is y/n. Dumbass.

"Yes, Jungkook told you, right-"

"He actually did! I'm sorry for the dumb question" You cut him off by giving the nearly two-meter-tall man the leash and slamming the door in his face.

Namjoon just smiles to himself, petting the dog and shaking his head.

"Jungkooks got himself a feisty one huh?"

Jungkook's hands wandered all over the girls body. What was her name again? He doesn't remember and he didn't need to remember anyway. He just wants someone to relieve the stress he has been experiencing ever since he left your house.

Pushing the girl away from his neck he groans, "Just go down on me, no marks." causing her to complain in her unpleasant voice, "But kookie-" "don't call me that," he interjects, slapping her behind and smirking, "take your shirt off for me?" Before allowing her to follow his instructions, he whispers into her neck and gives her tit one last squeeze.

But as he spots at her bra, it seems as though time has stopped. No way in hell. As if this day couldn't get much worse.

He had decided to ditch walking his dog, to get laid, and now that he was finally getting some, the girl was wearing the same damn bra he'd seen in your bathroom just a few nights ago.

Flashback

Leaning against the restroom door he'd just shut, Jungkook mutters, "Fuck." Why, out of all the people, did he have to spend the night at your home for the storm to pass?

Shaking his head, he takes off his clothes and sets them somewhere near the sink waiting outside the shower while the water warms up. He looks around a bit just to spot a flashing pink bra that was looking right back at him. He mutters, "She caht be fucking serious," and examines the underwear without touching it. He didn't pass you by someone who wears bright colored underwear.

End of flashback

"I can't do this" he pushes the girl away, his back straightening as he puts his earlier unbuckled belt back on.

The blonde girl approaches him on the bed, caressing his cheek, appearing perplexed. "I can help you relax-"

"Get out"

"But I-"

"get the fuck out."

After she left, Jungkook reclines on his bed while countless thoughts go through his head and you were the center of them all.

"I guess you're not to blame this time, Jeon,"

Jungkook isn't really sure how or when he came to your Instagram page, but once he did, he spent hours simply scrolling through your photos and stories.

There were only brief glimpses of your face in each of them. Most of your posts were about books you are currently enamored with or random little things you doodled occasionally. The fact that you sort of stuck to your artistic side seemed cute in Jungkook's eyes. He recalls that you had a habit of doodling in the middle of a lesson and covering it up as soon as the teacher passed. Jungkook couldn't help but smile. Involuntarily, automatically liking one of your older posts back from 2021.

"Fuck-"

Abcdefghi__lmaopqrstuvwxyz liked your post.

You read the text at the top of your screen before returning to the open pasta recipe on your phone.

Wait a second-

Jungkook liked your picture?!? You didn't even follow one another!

The puppy was fast asleep when the spoon you were holding fell to the ground, and when you check your page, you see that it was a drawing you posted from last year that he liked. Was Jungkook.. stalking your insta?

You went on his profile out of curiosity, essentially doing the same thing that Jungkook was doing at his place.

Many images of Bam or his tattoos, with the sporadic selfie every now and then, flooded your eyesight. Jungkook was undoubtedly photogenic. Once you close the app, pick up the clean spoon that has been licked 'clean', give Bam a stern look, you take a clean spoon and carry on making dinner.

However, you were unable to stop thinking about him.

Around ten in the morning, a loud banging on Jungkook's door woke him up. He groans, "Damn who the fuck is up at this hour on a Saturday," then sits up and searches for a shirt and some shorts to put on so he wouldn't stand absolutely naked in front of the stranger.

"Mister Jeon, do you understand why I am here?" Professor Seo sternly addressed the boy who was by this point fully dressed.

In an effort to catch the person who was maintaining a pet while it was against the rules, Professor Seo was assigned the task of searching through the dorms.

"Sure yeah," responds Jungkook as he gestures for him to enter. "Take a look around, have fun finding nothing," he scolds the professor who just frowns at the younger.

Jungkook was a rebellious student who didn't care about his education and only attended Seoul University because of the social standing of his parents and the sponsorship he received for leading the university's football team. Professor Seo has never been fond of Jungkook.

"If you don't mind," the professor says as he passes Jungkook and scans the space for any signs of a pet.

"I assume you've heard the tales about you being the criminal who created all of this trouble?" The teacher interrupts once more as he turns to face an unperturbed Jungkook who is lounging against the wall and looking through his phone.

Jungkook merely replies, drawing an eye roll from the older, "There are a lot of rumors about me, I stopped counting and listening."

"Well? Found something?"

Since Jungkook's dorm wasn't particularly large, there wasn't much of a place to look for, after about fifteen minutes.

Professor Seo shakes his head angrily.

"I guess you're not to blame this time, Jeon," he says before walking away. The door closing, causing Jungkook to exhale nervously.

"Fuck yeah"

You like him

Jimin shrugs and says, "You like him," before taking a shot and aiming for another, but you stop him by raising an eyebrow. You mutter, shaking your head, "I guess you've had enough with the amount of shit you're talking right now," before staring back down at your phone with Jungkook's Instagram page open. "Then why have you been looking through his posts for the past few days, huh? You send me that one picture-wait." Jimin bends down to get your phone, listening to you whine.

"Here This One." An image of Jungkook and Bam in the same frame with his nose buried in Bam's neck as he cradles the then-much smaller puppy is displayed.

You murmur, "They look so cute." You groan, "God, I wish he wasn't such an asshole," and it was your turn to take a shot.

It was nice; you were at Jimin's house where you typically watched movies and ordered takeout, but tonight was gossip night.

While Jimin joyfully told you of his now-official relationship with Taehyung, you grumbled about the absence of it in your life.

Your best friend approaches you while mixing the alcohol in his glass and looks up into your anticipating eyes. "Have you thought that maybe-" your best friend starts, mixing the booze in his glass and looking up at your expecting eyes. "That the reason he's so mean to you is cause you're also mean to him?" Just as you were about to get back at him, he stops you.

"Considering the fact that all you two do is argue with one another until one of you gives up out of exhaustion. Your freshman-year crush on him wasn't dumb; you just realized that you like bothering him because, at the time, that was the only way to talk with him. However, -" Jimin sips his drink. "Now that Bam is in your house, you see him once a day. I don't know, maybe you should invite him in and talk?" For being drunk, Jimin was currently acting very logically.

"Did I tell you he liked my Instagram post from the other day?" After a minute of silence, you speak out, your eyes watering from the alcohol and the total disarray of your emotions.

"According to Taehyung, Jungkook accidentally liked a post while stalking you on Instagram." Jimin raises a brow at you, placing his hand on your shoulder. "The worst thing he can do is reject you, so try talking to him like a normal person and see how it goes."

His eyes

"I don't know he's been lying here since last night and-"

"Last night?!" You hold the phone away from your ear while Jungkook yells into it. Biting your lip, you stare down at Bam, unsure of how to respond. "If I had known-, I just assumed that he was just particularly sleepy and needed to rest."

"You should to have called me as soon as you noticed a problem," It was 8 am and entirely too early for your poor ears to tolerate any kind of shouting when Jungkook interrupted once more, his voice draining your soul. "Listen Jungkook, I'm sorry, okay, I'll cover the vet bill and everything if you-"

Ding dong

You say, "-one second," put your phone down, and open the door to find Jeon Jungkook already dressed and prepared to leave. "Where is he?" He asks as he walks past you and enters your dorm. He notices Bam next to your bed, his tail wagging seeing his father.

He picked up Bam saying, "I'm taking him to the vet," to which Bam initially objected but eventually consented.

"I'm coming with you,"

"Fuck off." he Spits back at you

You understand that he is angry right now and you're the only person close to him to yell at, yet you still slightly pout.

You say it again, "i said, I'm coming with you," and then seize his car keys exiting the building with Jungkook right behind you after making sure the coast was clear.

As you sit in silence and watch Jungkook drive his car at a dangerous pace, music is played in almostaudible volume. However, you just let him do, he was upset and you didn't want to make matters worse at this point.

He abruptly jolts you out of your reverie with the words "We're here," jumping up from his seat and carrying Bam's kennel into the clinic without giving it a second thought.

The doctor speaks, her voice soothing in contrast to Jungkook's agitated pacing of the room, "He's probably simply got an upset tummy, nothing to worry about, your dog just appears to be on the sensitive side." "Are you sure that's everything, hes-"

"yeah I'm sure Mr. Jeon, just give him these twice a day, once in the morning and one at night." She tells him, leaving the two of you alone in the room, once more in silence.

You say, for the first time since you got here, "I'm sorry. I feel like it's my fault; I should've been more cautious about the things that were lying around my dorm."

Your ramble is interrupted by Jungkook, who nods and locks eyes with you. "I should apologize for being overly dramatic, but-" he sighs "Bam is all I have here in Seoul, and I- I can't lose him, you know?" He sits down next to you and turns to face you, his eyes untroubled but his lips pouting, the piercing protruding from them. "I guess I understand you," you say in sympathy. "Besides Jimin, I don't really have anyone that keeps me here either." You shrug.

Turning to face you he hums, Jungkook's eyes searching for yours. He doesn't speak. It feels like the world pauses when you finally turn to face him too. With his eyes shining almost glowingly, it's just the two of you. Like two tiny boba balls, they are adorable but can be extremely deadly. You don't realize he's put his hand under your chin until he pulls you closer to him. Now, only centimetres separate your lips with his. As you take one last look at him and then close your eyes, he is the one to narrow the gap between you two, and in the heat of the moment kissing you.

Dating?

"-And because of this, while multiplying in equations like these, you must-" Looking down, you ignore your professor's voice as you consider the sketch you made of an eye that closely resembles Jungkook's. Now that the school had made sure to inspect every dorm, it had been precisely two days after the kiss and one since Jungkook had brought Bam back to his apartment. Since it was clear that they still hadn't found the dog, it was a little scary. But at least with Jungkook and Bam, everything was now fine. 

Some could accuse you of being selfish for expressing this, but you missed having the puppy by your side when you went to sleep and woke up; in just two weeks, Bam became so close to you that it frightened you. 

You don't bother putting your belongings away neatly when the bell rings; instead, you just stuff them all into your bag and head off. That was the plan, at least, until you noticed Jungkook among a group of individuals standing in front of the football court. He looked angry as he spoke to several of his teammates. You guessed that someone most likely had a poor practice performance. 

When Jungkook notices your gaze, he pauses and dismisses everyone, leaving them perplexed yet compliant. Since you are not friends with Jungkook in any way, you continue walking toward the Girls Dorm Building, looking down. When a hand suddenly stops you in your tracks, you secretly hope it's him; nevertheless, when you turn around, you see that it's Minho, a classmate. 

He grinned handing you a little letter, saying, "You forgot this in class." 

"Oh?" You frown and look at it. "I don't believe I— oh!" When you read the inside of it, your eyes widen. In reference to the message that asked you out on a date, he says, "Well, the idea was that you read it when you're at home, but I guess now works too." 

A date? Even though Minho and you were friends, you never expected that he would like like you "I'm actually-,"

When he noticed you, Jungkook remained where he was, silently watching you like a hawk. When he realized what was happening, his eyes grew gloomy, although it was difficult to tell from a distance whether Minho was unsettling you in any way.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he changed his mind, turned around and started marching in your direction before pausing behind Minho and crossing his arms. He seemed to be so much taller than him.

"Well, im actually-"

"What on earth do you want from my girlfriend?" As he drew nearer to you, Jungkook growled and put a guarding arm around your shoulder. He frowns while silently swearing in his brain. He clearly did not intend to say that, but it somehow managed to slip out. "Oh!" Minhos's cheeks began to blush as his eyebrow lifted. 

"I-I didn't know." 

"Of course you didn't. We just started dating." As he continues to lie, Jungkook mentally smacks his forehead.

As soon as Minho left, Jungkook's arm that had been around your shoulder did too. You were in a state of shock and had no idea what to do or say.

"What just happened?" You ask him in disbelief while clutching your note with tension.

"I don't know," Jungkook shrugs. "You don't know?" You furrow your brow.

"I dont"

"In other words, despite the fact that you disregarded my advice, he still kissed you? Girl, you have rizz." Jimin offers his thoughts while perched on Taehyung's lap and listening to your complaints over Jungkook's earlier behavior. 

Taehyung was also present; you've grown accustomed to seeing him around. He wasn't too bad, but he was definitely high most of the time. You and Jimin's heads turned in his direction as he abruptly spoke, "That's just how Jungkook gets." You didn't think he was paying attention considering he had his headphones on and was immersed in some PlayStation game. 

Jimin frowns, asking his boyfriend, "What do you mean?", who just shrugs, "I don't know, maybe Jungkook likes you," as he motions in your direction, making Jimin sit up. "Maybe?!" He shouted while clapping his hands collectively and beaming at you. "Y/n he's so into you, oh my god," 

You shake your head and cover your face with both hands while muttering under your breath. "He doesn't like me; he only noticed that I was uneasy and wanted to help."

"I have no idea how but it did, Minho left right away," you acknowledge. Jimin re-interrupts, saying, "I would too if a guy that size threatened me," after getting a beverage from Taehyung's refrigerator. "In all seriousness though, go talk to him, this time for real, no kisses or more" lifting a brow he raises a warning finger at you making you chuckle. Jimin has a superpower in making others feel better.

The football court 

As you enter the expansive football field, its size intimidates you somewhat. The court was considerably bigger than you had thought, and you felt so small in contrast. "Excuse me?" A voice startles you, causing you to turn around and meet a boy who is perhaps a year or two younger than you. "Um, yeah?" You inquire while fumbling with your shirt. "No one is permitted in here besides the coach and team, when it's not playtime," he says, bowing slightly to show you that he didn't mean to offend you in any way. He receives a modest smile from you before you reply, "Oh, yes! Yes, but I'm here to speak with Jeon Jungkook, is he here?" 

When you finish speaking, the younger person's eyes widen while you tilt your head to the side. "Well, I'm not sure whether I can let you in the locker room but-"

"I've got it from here, Soomin," Jungkook speaks, as he emerges from behind him, the poor boy is startled and flees. 

Crossing his arms and furrowing his brows in your direction, Jungkook is waiting for you to say something—anything.

"Well?" Impatiently, he asks. "I-I wanted to know how Bam was feeling?" "Is he feeling any better?-" 

"You came here to ask about Bam?" He interrupts you and moves closer to you so that the distance between the two of you is now barely a few feet.

"I- no." You confess while biting your lower lip and gazing to the ground. Jungkook's hand touches your chin—he was about to kiss you the last time he did that. 

"Stop doing that," you mutter as you shake off his hand, your eyes brimming with rage. You two are so close together that not even a single sheet of paper could fit in between, he mumbled back, "Do what." 

"Act like you care when you obviously don't," you start, brushing away a tear.

You were even more upset by what he said after.

"I care"

Your noses meet as you look up at him. "What happened to us Jungkook?" You ask, your eyes welling with tears, but he wipes them away.

"I don't know," He mutters against your lips. You chuckle cynically as you sneer. "You dont know?" You back away and shake your head at him. "And here I was believing I could-, that we could-" Shaking your head, you turn to face him again, "Nevermind, this was a dumb idea."

Taehyung you're a genius

"What's wrong with this guy?" With the extra keys he had given you at the start of the year, you enter Jimin's flat. You snarl, rolling your eyes, and slamming the door shut saying, "I mean- I go to talk to him like an adult, and he says-" slamming the pastries you impulsively bought onto the counter before continuing. "And he just tries to seduce me, or- ugh! I don't know what his plan was" you finish, chewing into a croissant.

Sighing, you turn around before glancing up with a wide-eyed expression. "Oh my god" you mutter, turning around and closing your eyes. "I am so sorry" you yell. You did not just walk in on Jimin giving Taehyung a blowjob. You just didn't.

Taehyung comforts you, "It's okay, it's okay," sipping up his pants as you hear Jimin grab a bottle of water. You hear Jimin say, "You can turn around now y/n."

You do as he says, still unsure, now seeing a considerably more PG-rated image of the two of them. Jimin gestures to the bag you brought, "Now give me one of those, and tell me what happened."

"Wow, you're telling me that he tried to kiss again?" As you nod, Jimin made a startled sound while eating his pastries. "Yes? Well, I'm not sure. I didn't let him carry out his plan, so I don't know what it was."

You groan to yourself while cradling your knees as you sit on the sofa with Taehyung nearby in the kitchen getting himself some lunch.

Then you start again, eyes alert, "Oh and." You huff, "When I asked him what happened to us. you wanna know what he said?!" Jimin nods. You replicate Jungkook's voice as you say, "I don't know."

Your closest friend exhales and covers his lips with his hand. Throwing yourself into the pillows, you complain, "God why can't my relationship be as easy as you and Taehyung's."

"Maybe because I and Jimin never hated each other," Taehyung said casually as he entered the living room while munching on some food. "The point is to make up and then start building a relationship, not the other way around" he added.

Jimin and you both glance at the person puzzled as your eyes expand simultaneously. Getting up to your feet, you grab your bag before heading over to Taehyung and grabbing both of his arms, giddily shaking him. "God Taehyung, if you weren't a stoner, you would graduate with your intellect "

Bring coffee

After navigating through the absurdly large number of bookshelves, you eventually find a comfortable workstation where you can begin writing your finals essay. Ah yes, I remember that time of the year when students went crazy and didn't sleep for nearly two months.

Thank goodness you began studying as soon as the semester started since that means you have it much easier than most of these people. You're even taken aback by how empty it is. Gathering your belongings while grinning to yourself your laptop takes precedence because that is where you will be writing your final essay. You frown as you rummage unsuccessfully through your suitcase for the coffee tumbler you know you packed before you left.

Now though, it was gone. No. That's impossible. Without even a small amount of caffeine, you couldn't last even one hour.

Placing your head on the table in defeat, you mutter "Fuuuuck" into your hands.

You notice that as more and more students enter the library, your seat would be taken as soon as you returned with your coffee if you left right now. You sigh to yourself and mumble, "Okay," as you open your laptop. Let's make the most of this, will we?

At this point in the day—around 8 p.m.—you were very certain that your study was complete. You were a little hesitant to leave right away, however, because of your overachieving nature. Surprisingly, the absence of caffeine wasn't nearly as severe as you anticipated. Yes, you were a little fatigued, but nothing too serious.

Ding

Your phone vibrated in your pocket, pulling it out you check the message, and saw that it was from the person you needed the least right now. Jungkook

Jungkook🙄: where are you? 

You: doesn't concern you

Jungkook🙄 is typing...

Jungkook🙄: tell me where you are

Jungkook🙄: I want to talk

You: buzz off

Jungkook🙄 is typing...

Jungkook🙄 is online

Jungkook🙄 is typing...

It goes like this for a good minute or so before your phone vibrates again, this time it's Jimin 

Jimin🐣: please tell Jungkook where the fuck you're at cause he won't stop messaging Taehyung.

Jimin🐣: you're interrupting my cuddle time

You: me? I don't see where this is any of my problem

Jimin🙄: just tell the poor boy where you're at

You: fine

Switching back to Jungkooks contact you start typing

You: library, 4th floor, at the back. Bring coffee, low fat milk with cream

You stop and think for a second

You: actually scratch the cream, just low fat milk

Read 8:15 pm

Fucker

You are suddenly startled out of reading an article about the topic of your essay, by the sound of a cup hitting the desk you are now working on. Looking up you see Jeon Jungkook, of course. You did tell him where you were because you loved Jimin, not because you wanted to talk to him. You weren't quite ready to talk yet, but it looked like Jungkook was.

Because of Taehyung's recent Ted Talk—which gave all of this a fresh perspective—you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Jungkook sits down, adjusting his glasses. "Lowfat milk, no cream." Were the words that first came out his mouth.

And Stunning was the first word that came to mind when you saw him in this outfit, which included his usual baggy shirt and jeans but also messy bed hair. He appeared cozy and boyfriend-like.

You mutter, "Thanks," returning your attention to your laptop and carrying on with your study. "How long have you been sitting here?" He raises his voice once more, pleading for you to respond to him. "9? Maybe 10" you answer shortly.

Yes Jungkook be aware of my resentment.

"A.m?" He yells, causing some others to turn to face him. Your own head likewise erupted in surprise. You cry, "Yes, a.m! Now be quiet! This is a library, and you haven't been here long enough to be familiar with the fundamental principles as it seems!" You spout the phrases at him. "Yeah"

"I'm here to apologize," Jungkook says, you release a relaxing "I know"

"Okay" he breathes out. It's time to use his hidden weapon. "I can show you pictures of Bam." Your focus shifts back to him at that point, leaving your laptop behind.

"I want to see," you say, raising an eyebrow telling Jungkook to continue as he shakes his head and says, "only if you listen to me."

You nod.

"I regret not making more of an effort to get along from the start, I was terrified and mad about... pretty much everything, but now i realize that there wasn't much you could have done to change that."

Was Jeon Jungkook taking responsibility for his own actions?, you wonder as you gape in awe at him

You pause to consider.

"It was also my fault." You finally speak.

"It doesn't really go away, being terrified and angry. Yet when you're a child, it's different. I didn't stop to think about how difficult it might've been for you since I was too busy with my own thoughts."

Jungkook nods in agreement round eyes, looking at you. "I think we got off our chests what we've been meaning to tell each other from day one."

You stare, blink, and then look down. Head shaking as you disagree. "You might have, but I didnt"

While maintaining eye contact with you, Jungkook glares at you. And as you were going to say somehing- "The Seoul University Library shuts in 5 minutes, make sure to-"

"- Oh!"

You leap up, gathering your things, and almost knocking your unfinished cappuccino over.

Jungkook offered his assistance, saying, "Here let me-"

"It's all right-"

Jungkook insists on taking you home that night, snatching your bag and putting a hand on your back, he guides you out.

Old librarian Mrs. Cho glares at the two of you angrily, it's now after 9 o'clock, when the library closes, you whisper "sorry" in her direction, but she just rolls her eyes.

Jungkook gives you a close look. not knowing what to say or do.

With the help of Taehyung, who gave him clear instructions, he had gotten over 'the plan' several times and while it was unwise to follow his advice, Taehyung was in a committed relationship while Jungkook was not.

He bought you coffee, apologised, and is now walking you home. All Taehyung instructed him to do was this, so why is it- why is it that he still feels weird

"Jungkook."

You finally catch his attention by calling out his name for the eighth time

"Huh?"

"Were here" You show him your door and give him a tiny smile. He nods and waits for you to open it; but, when you don't, he turns to look at you again as if expecting something.

Think hard, Jungkook!

Flashback

Jimin makes me watch a lot of Kdramas, y'know." Taehyung says while taking another drag from his joint, "When the main character walks the girl home, they have a thing for kissing at the door."

End of Flashback

As he remembers, Jungkook's eyes widen.

After clearing his throat, he approaches you so closely that your lips are almost touching, but you push him away. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" Leaning against the door to put some space between the two of you, you inquire apprehensively.

C'mon, Jungkook, think! "I uh-" Where is the player that can pick any woman he wants? What has changed for him suddenly? He nearly seems anxious.

But you're not any woman, you're you.

"I sincerely dont understand why. My mind just goes blank when i look at you. I think i'm going a little crazy."

You smile, eyes beaming as you look up at him. He looks so cute right now all shy and blushy.

Embracing his cheek with your hand, you caress him softly.

You mutter, "I don't think you're crazy."

When you touch him, Jungkook unwinds and says, "I think I like you.," his hands encircling your waist and luring you in.

"... think?"

"Let's just assume there's a 99% possibility,"

You chuckle, burying your face in his firm but comforting chest, "I'll take it."

Jungkook stares at the starry sky for a second before looking back down at you.

He speaks out again, making you peek up at him, "Do you?"

You quirk a brow, not understanding. He licks his lips once before elaborating.

"Do you like me too, by any chance?"

You nod kissing his soft cheek.

"Yes, I think I like you as well."

He laughs at you. Mockingly saying, "think?"

You hit his arm giggling,

"Let's just say a ninety-nine percent possibility."

Epilogue

"Stop, baby! This is so embarrassing right now." As you roll off of him in bed, you complain.

Summer break had just recently started, and as a result, there were late-night movie and long snuggle sessions. As well as snacks, games and other adult activities.

Jungkook and you were enjoying it to the fullest on a nice Saturday morning.

"Why? Can't I just tell my girlfriend she's pretty?" pulling you back to him, Jungkook reaches over and grabs hold of you. He then buries his face your neck and breathes you in. You feign a whine, kissing the top of his head while gently stroking his hair. "Your hair is so soft."

When your boyfriend thinks that he's gotten enough care he gets out of bed and walks away.

"Where are you going?" you mumble

"I don't know if you remember, but we have a child to feed," Jungkook says, referring to Bam who was eagerly awaiting his breakfast in the kitchen. He then lets out an audible giggle.

Since Jungkook and you moved into your own apartment together, having a dog was no longer a major inconvenience. Overall, life was as good as it gets.

"I didn't forget," You murmur as you watch Jungkook set the food bowl down and return to your side of the bed. He whispers, "Missed you," on your lips. "missed you two."

Oh, the two of you were so ridiculously in love, but who really cares?

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Our Not So Secret Secret / MYG

Pairing: Athlete!fuckboy!Yoongi x smart ass!female!Reader

Genre: College AU, E2L, Athlete AU, smut, fluff

Word count: 20k

Synopsis:

When someone learns that Yoongi has been secretly keeping a puppy in his room despite not being allowed to, he turns to ask the only other person who knows about his secret for help. And suddenly you two—who had long been bitter enemies—get very close.

A/n:

This is for all my Yoongi hoes🫶 It's essentially a version for Yoongi because I originally wrote it for Jungkook.

The Bar "And then he pulled out a toothbrush, Y/n, a toothbrush." In response, the man in front of you took another shot while grumbling and moaning into his hands.

Your best friend Jimin was what most people referred to as the "it boy" of your college; He had the perfect physique, nice thick hair, and the temperament of an actual angel. He was, to put it mildly, flawless.

While you giggled at your best friend's hookup tales, the sweet taste of your drink lingered in your tongue. Before he revealed his sexual orientation to you, of course, Jimin had both boys and girls in the palm of his hand and even you had a brief crush on him.

"He used a toothbrush to fuck you?" You enquire of him as to the circumstances. Jimin nodded and self-consciously frowned without saying a word. He spoke up again, this time with a little more seriousness, and his lips mimicked pouting. "The dude was smoking hot, but god, he was engaged in some strange fetishism."

Putting your drink down on the bar counter after you had chugged the remainder, you started to losen up a bit.

Because it wasn't a particularly popular bar, —which was pretty plain with multicolored lighting— there weren't many people around, making it the ideal place for you and your closest friend to gossip. A terrible DJ was playing 2010 tunes that people have long since forgotten in the background. Except for the fact that it was reasonably priced, there was nothing particularly noteworthy about this pub.

You observed as some couples made out while others vanished into the restrooms to do who knows what. You and Jimin were the only ones—or so it seemed—who weren't attempting to get laid tonight.

Your focus fixed on a particular group of young men—probably around 18—who were drinking excessively, with one in particular drawing your eye. "Don't they look pitiful, though?" As Jimin was currently also observing the gathering of men, he laughed.

"How many do you think will cheat on their girls tonight?" you ask while nodding into their direction. Though you didn't intend to, you nonetheless asked the question.

Jimin grimaced and raised his eyebrows in a dejected way. His hand came up to your shoulder before he continued speaking. "Y/n, you need to forget about Kai-" You interrupt him, your gaze lowering to the ground as your thoughts wander to your ex-boyfriend, "I can't."

Kai. If you were to sum him up in one word, it would be filthy. He not only cheated on you but also told everyone that you did it first, when you didn't.

Although your relationship with him lasted little more than four months, he was your first serious romantic relationship, the man you lost your virginity to, and the person you could rely on in addition to Jimin. With him, you had many firsts; your first kiss? Kai. Your first date? Kai. Your very first party? With Kai. Your first love?… perhaps he wasn't first in everything after all. Kai was-

"Earth to y/n, are you listening to me?" You were jolted out of your daze by Jimin. Who—you were almost certain—was already quite drunk. His blonde hair fell into his vision lightly, as he looked at the group of guys taking their seat in a booth a few feet behind the two of you.

Pulling yourself together while furrowing your brows, you wiped the small tear, that had run down your cheeks as you traveled down memory lane. Crying in the club wasn't something you wanted to experience after all.

Gathering all your strength, you sit up straight, recheck your blue satin dress—which was way too expensive for what it barely covered—and then turn to face Jimin. "What-"

He giggled, taking a sip of his cocktail, and motioned with his head behind yours, "Bangtan is here."

Who was Bangtan? Well, they were a group that was compelled by your College's heartthrobs; Kim Namjoon, the genius of your college, who, thanks to his charm, could get into the panties of both boys and girls.

Then there was Jeon Jungkook, you remember having heard a rumor that he fucked someone in the music room. Though more reserved, he was still quite the player.

Then came Kim Taehyung, maybe one of the sexiest people you have ever seen. He led a quiet life and seemed pretty mysterious. You could almost guarantee that he was high on something most of the time.

And last but not least, there was Min motherfucking Yoongi. He is your school's sweetheart and has slept with the whole cheerleading squad at least twice. He might deceive someone into thinking he was innocent with his doe eyes, but in reality, he was the exact opposite. In all his glory, Yoongi is what you would describe as a fuckboy, and on top of that, he was the captain of the football team.

The once-chill atmosphere was now filled with loud conversation. The voice you are most accustomed to hearing is probably Yoongis, who is also the most obnoxious. "Don't turn around just yet; I don't believe they have spotted us. However, what do you think? Taehyung is looking filthy fine today. Should I shoot my shot and approach him?" When he quickly straightened his hair and met your gaze, Jimin prompted you.

Your lips looked a little worn out, and your mascara was a little messy. There was no way you were going to stand in front of a group of guys and have your looks judged in an instant. No thank you. Indifferent to whose pants Jimin will be slipping into today, you give him a shrug.

First Encounter

It wasn't really comfortable walking home. After deciding to approach Taehyung, Jimin and vanished inside his car to engage in activities that he would undoubtedly recount to you the following day. One in the morning wasn't the best time for a girl to be out on the streets by herself. It was difficult to get a look thanks to the poor lighting the street lights provided, and it was nearly hard to maintain your composure due to the rustling of the shrubs next to the path.

Even though you were a mature woman who was almost 20 years old, you still felt unsafe travelling alone at night. As you got closer, your steps got faster as you could start to see the silhouette of your dorm building.

When you drew nearer to the Dorms, you could make out a few people who, like you, were likely returning from a night of partying. The only other sounds were the slight creaking of the trees caused by how windy it had become that night. The dorm you were staying in wasn't quite in the center of the campus; it was a little bit farther to the right, making it a little more private but still close to the university. Though the weariness was overtaking you faster than you could react and the booze wasn't even in your system anymore, you slightly closed your eyes as you moved.

"Holly! Get back here!"

The voice was boyish, and you knew it was Yoongis the moment it reached your ears.—it wasn't a big deal to run into him here—even though he only lived a few rooms away from yours, his presence made you internally snort.

But you started to feel uneasy as a shadowy figure that didn't resemble a human approached you. Despite the fact that it was now only a few feet away from you, it didn't appear to slow down its pace any time soon.

Fortunately, thanks to the streetlight next to you, you could see the outline of a… dog? Oddly, dogs weren't permitted anywhere on campus, let alone in the residence halls. Unexpectedly quickly, your butt made touch with the grass, and you felt a light drizzle on your face.

You were occupied with trying to stop the dog from licking your face, and just then noticed footsteps approaching you. It was a fairly large dog, so it made sense that he was able to tackle you over this easily.

Undoubtedly you weren't too familiar with dog races, but this one seemed to be what one might describe as aggressive. Once you managed to gather your composure, a small smile spread across your lips as you looked at it. He was the exact opposite, panting quietly and looking at you with his ears up and tongue out. "And you are..?" While gently petting the dog, still lying on the ground, you chuckle. You might've still been a little drunk, just maybe.

Sadly, you were more than tired at this time and only 100 feet from your dorm when this happened—this woke you up, definitely. As Yoongi finally arrived at the scene, his wide eyes were fixed on the picture in front of him. The dog—his dog— layed down beside you, his head resting on your lap. You, the same y/n he'd known—and hated—for years, was seated on the ground, petting his dog, looking as adorable as ever. "Holly," he called out catching the dog's attention, he stared at your lap; then, "Holly come on," Yoongi tried shooing the dog away without actually approaching.

"Is this your dog?" You speak up loudly after a little silence. As Yoongi drew closer, he sent you an enigmatic glance before gripping the dog's collar and pulling it away from you.

He was just Yoongi, after all, and if you weren't about to hook up, he wasn't going to be interested in you at all. So you didn't expect him to help you up, or answer you.

You just sat there on the ground, your dress trailed up your legs as you watched the boy and his dog. You know what they say—if he had a dog, he wouldn't cheat—, or something along the lines. You honestly had no clue, you were a little tipsy after all.

"He's not my dog"

Rivalry? Min: dude I need you to take Holly for the night, got a girl coming over

Yoongi sat on his bed, legs spread wide as he tapped on the chat with Mina, the photo she'd send him just now catching his full attention. It was simple, but it was hot enough to get Yoongi riled up; just her tits on display, no bra or anything.

Tae-hyung: can't, got Jimin over, maybe next time.

Fuck, really? Min: Jimin as in Park Jimin?

Min: as in Y/ns friend? That Jimin?

Rolling his eyes at his friend, Yoongi hastily wrote on his phone. Yes, Taehyung was free to fuck anyone and at any time, but why Jimin specifically? He didn't have a problem with the boy, but he did with you. You and Yoongi just never got along somehow.

It happened two years ago. He blamed the eccentric teacher who probably just thought you were hot, but it may have also been the competitiveness between the two of you because you consistently outperformed him in physical education by 2%. The animosity technically should have subsided by this point. But since neither of you made an effort to communicate in a non-aggressive way, you just never talked it out.

Tae-hyung: yeah yeah, that one.

Tae-hyung: now stop texting me, I'm in the middle of getting the suck of a lifetime.

Yoongi rolled his eyes, and before locking his phone he cancelled plans with Mina.

"I guess it's just you and me today, buddy." "Taetae just didn't have time for you," Yoongi said, his voice becoming a little more adorable as he spoke to his poodle and gazed at him with disappointment. The dog begins to whine, approaching Yoongi and placing his head on his lap so that Yoongi could comfort him while he also browsed through some Netflix movies.

It was sad, really. No pets were allowed, as the landlord had made plain to everyone before they even moved in. No matter if it was a simple pet like a cat or a hamster; no pets.

Of course, Yoongi was aware of what was going on, but what was he going to do with Holly? Yoongis family would be more than willing to take care of him and allow Yoongi as many visits as he desired, but because they lived two hours away, it wasn't convenient to just drop by. Finally, he made the decision to just take the dog with him—something he was certain would get him kicked out at some point.

Holly wasn't young either; the dog was nearly two years old. I would be easy to spot him anywhere. Thats why he only took him on walks late in the night, where there was no one around except a few drunken teens—and well—you apparently.

Exes

It wasn't until Jimin drew you back to reality that you realized you had just finished the week's final physics class. Although it appeared that many students chose physics this year, the classroom was quite quiet despite being packed.

Since he gave a pass to everyone who even attempted it, the teacher was OK; there was no need to be concerned. Your best friend only muttered, "You look awful," after giving you that "you stayed up all night didn't you" look as he checked you over. Who were you kidding? You stayed up because your 'wonderful' neighbor next door appeared to have invited three girls over in one night to have "fun".

You mutter to him, "Wow, thanks," as you collect your belongings.

You change the subject, not really wishing to discuss your neighbor's sex life, by saying, "You don't look too good yourself." Jimin rolled his eyes at that.

You only had three classes today, but they seemed to last forever. Your first class was math, and you felt certain you would fail it. Professor Jung simply doesn't care enough about his students this term. Following that, you had literature, which was marginally better but still not your favorite subject. Physics was the last class, which was a real letdown since even though you were passing, it was still a major pain in the ass.

Jimin gave you a knowing glance as you left the class, his eyes clearly showing that he had a good time the night before. "Taehyung again huh?" You chuckle as you open your locker and put your physics books inside. Jimin grinned and held out his hands in defense, saying, "The guy is a beast in bed, I'm telling you, biggest dick ever-" "Too much information," you murmur, covering your ears, "far too much detail."

As far as you are aware, they only met up three times, they were quite close. "Do you like him?" As you sit on the university grounds, not far from the location where the incident involving Yoongi occurred a few nights earlier, you inquire while taking your lunch box out.

As he too began to eat his meal, your best friend mumbled, "He's okay." You were already familiar with Jimin and were aware of his deception. Oh, the Bangtan member was in serious trouble, Jimin could be a very fiesty lover. You, on the other hand, didn't really understand the hype surrounding them, even if they were all undeniably attractive and unique in their own right. To fall for one of the heartbreakers, though, was simply not possible in your book. Taehyung was cute, for sure, but smoking weed was a little too illegal for your liking, you wouldn't fit right in with his lifestyle. His father was a prominent politician,, the police had his ass covered in no time.

"How about you? Any guys?… or girls?" He raises an eyebrow, but you just shrug it off, you weren't exactly looking for anyone, and you were too busy with school to even have time for a date.

Around two years ago, Minho from psychology class broke down crying during sex after going on a date. His pet fish had passed away. That was the last time you went on a date with him, or in general, for sure. Maybe it wasn't meant to be. Maybe you just weren't into relationships.

You recall that the last time you had an intimate contact with someone, it took place at a party a few months after your break-up with Kai. Nothing is more stereotypical than having sex in the bathroom, but that is exactly what occurred, and you left right away.

"That is your "I'm thinking about Kai" expression, so stop now." The sound of Jimin chewing his food in front of you could be heard as he raised his voice and pointed at you with his chopsticks. "You're hurting yourself." He was correct, you had lost interest in the man, but one never forgets their first love.

"Whatever let's just eat"

Second encounter Yoongi is the second person you encounter after leaving the pub with Jimin at 2 a.m. He was out and about by himself, just like the last time, with a grimace on his face as he browsed aimlessly on his phone, not paying attention to the people around him. Messages from various girls crowded his screen. Yoongi was undeniably a beast in bed. Even girls who had just found his Instagram and lived in separate towns or even countries would dm him.

Yoongi, without a doubt, was one in a million.

You were walking to your dorm, music blasting, Taylor Swift's voice pleased your ears. You didn't turn off the music until that familiar dog approached you again. Your sneer is humorous. "And we meet again, friend," you smile as you give the giant dog a loving pat. The dog lets out a joyous yelp, his tail bouncing from side to side in excitement.

"You're a cute one, I wonder what your name is," you say as you examine the collar, trying in vain to find a name. "Holly," you hear a voice behind you, prompting you to turn to face the Jock "His name is Holly," he says again, dragging the dog towards him with the leash. "Is that your dog? I thought we weren't allowed bring dogs to College-" "hes- he's not my dog, I'm just walking him." "Because," he pauses, "I'm walking him for a friend." He gives a confident nod.

"You walk your friend's dog at 2 a.m.? I'm not buying it, Yoongi" You raise your brow before slipping the headphones into your pocket and waited for a response. "I don't think it's any of your business anyway," he says dismissively, beginning to walk in the opposite direction.

"I guess it's my business the instant I tell our principle about your little pal," you sneer, merely intending to rile him up, you plainly had no intention of actually putting him in trouble, although it would be amusing to see the heartthrob getting scolded, it just wasn't your place to talk.

Shaking his head Yoongi turns around once more, his face adorning a frown as he steps a little too close to your licking. "He's my friends dog." He tells you once more, chest out and defensive. "I'm not dumb enough to bring a dog this big into my dorm"

You scoff, the alcohol in your blood making you appear more confident than you were. "I think you're quite dumb," you say, teasingly striking his chest. He knew you were joking, but something in him snapped at the thought of anybody other than his closest friends knowing about Holly. "Listen up, 'know it all,' you better mind your own damn business-" you sneer, flipping your head, "I was just kidding, Jesus fuck, why are you so tense? Didn't get laid today?" You laugh, re-plug your earbuds, and walk away, leaving a perplexed Yoongi behind.

Yoongi was pulled back to reality as his dog tugged on the leash, most likely wanting to go home. "Fine, alright, we're leaving," Yoongi murmured to himself as he went up to his dorm, which was mercifully located in a more secure location.

When he layed down on his bed and turned out the lights, his phone was the only source of brightness he had. "You can't just wander off to strangers Holly, they'll take you away from me if they find out," his owner chuckles as Holly lays down alongside him and lets out a contented huff.

The Gym (Third Encounter)

"I swear to you, Jake got kicked out of his apartment and had to move to an apertment at the far end of town because they found him with a cat in his dorm." Taehyung informed his closest friend as they headed to practice, both of them holding their gym bags as they approached the large gym. Yoongi's heart skipped a beat; he didn't want to spend more than 1.500€ a month for a lousy apartment if someone ever found out. "Fuck," he mumbles as he fumbles with his locker keys to get his workout bag inside, only pulling out a little towel and some water. "I don't want to be that person, but someone will find out eventually, and then you're screwed." Taehyung comforts the younger man by placing his hand on his shoulder.

Yoongi sighs and shakes his head "So, where do I put him now? My parents live two hours away, and you guys are the only ones I know and trust with Holly." He sighs and steps onto the treadmill, starting slowly and running his hand through his hair. Yoongi was worried, you'd seen Holly and suspected him to be his; it wouldn't be long before you told someone, he didn't trust you in the least.

Taehyung only shrugged, already too engrossed in the music playing loudly through his headphones, while Yoongi just gazed at the wall as he worked out, the chat with you earlier this week making him more worried than it should. You'd have told on him by now–it's been three days–there's no way you'd do it now. But he still had this strange feeling in his gut that wouldn't go away.

With just 15 minutes till his workout was through, Yoongi was stretching in front of the mirror when he focused his gaze on your figure; you hadn't noticed him yet, but the dread in his chest grew again. "Damn, that's her." Yoongi nudges his closest friend to get his attention, motioning toward you, your eyes now meeting his. "Shit, I think she knows hyung, what do I do? Is she here to get me? To get Holly? What if they already got him?!"Yoongi rushes up to gather his stuff, but Taehyung stops him. "Yoongi, see, she's here with Jimin, they're just going to work out, she's not here to" he raises an eyebrow, "get you," he quotes.

Looking back, he saw you on the treadmills with Jimin, exactly as Taehyung had informed him you were working out. He sighs deeply as he walks past his friend towards the showers. "I really need to get banged," he says, "I haven't had any since I cancelled on Mina." Yoongi quickly stripped naked and began showering while Taehyung reclined on one of the benches. "I'm going to take a shower at Jimin's apartment once he finishes here," Taehyung says with a knowing smirk. "You're disgusting," Yoongi complains as he washes the shampoo out of his hair, earning Tae's snicker. "What? And you telling me every aspect of your one-night stands is fine?" He pulls out his phone. "Man, you're down bad," Yoongi muttered as Taehyung smiled at the flirty messages Jimin had left for him.

The sound of droplets falling onto the ground soon stops, and Yoongi dries himself up in no time. Putting on some fresh clothes before bidding goodbye to his friend who walks over to you and Jimin with a grin on his face. He wishes Taehyung the best, sure, but the thought of him dating someone? It was weird, yeah.

"Tae!" Jimin was the first to spring up and hug his, his well.. you're not sure what they are to each other yet. You had yet to figure that out, but in the meantime, you enjoyed Jimin being happy. "Hi Taehyung" you wave at the boy while squating, you weren't about to stop your workout just to greet him. "Nice to see you Y/n" Taehyung gives you a small but meaningful smile before looking back at Jimin, who'd stopped his workout all together and was now leaning against the mirror admiring the beautiful man in front of him.

You don't really catch what they talk about, you were too busy thinking about what you were eating for dinner later. Maybe sushi? Chinese? Subway? A voice soon interrupts your thoughts "Y/n!" Jimin calls out, walking closer to you. "Taehyung invited us for dinner later, I think some of his friends are coming too" smiling, he gives you pleading eyes, hoping you'd say yes so he wouldn't have to deal with his lover's friend all by himself.

"Sure I'd love to come"

Getting Ready

"-There must be one that grabs your attention, they are all really different from one another and… sexy." You're standing in front of the mirror trying on several clothing for tonight's dinner as Jimin approaches your body. Yes, it took some bravery for you to just show up there, Jimin—at least— had Taehyung, who he was already very familiar with. But what about you? You were most certainly out of place, but as you previously stated, you couldn't just let Jimin leave by himself.

"I know, I know," you murmur, "but the only one I've ever spoken to, except Taehyung, is Yoongi," as you make a face.

Jimin's expression immediately darkens, with a tinge of worry in his features. He begins, setting down the dress he had picked for you to try on, "For the love of God, no." He shakes his head "Not him." He made a no sign with both of his hands. You furrow your brow and say, "They're all not the best of people. Why are you worried of me clicking with him?" Careless of the terrified man in your room, you grab your bra from the bed. Jimin mumbles, "I mean." Your best friend shakes his head as you show him a blue shirt and says, "He's close to Taehyung and everything, which I guess is his one green flag." He pauses. "I just don't think you're compatible; he's everything you despise,"

"How do you know him so well?" You inquired. In the midst of the talk, he hands you a dress, and you put it on while you wait and check yourself in the mirror. He rejects your response, "He came over a few times after me and Tae hooked up," and compliments your outfit choice.

When he sees you sitting at your makeup table, he says, "Use blush, suits you." Taking up the beauty product with a nod, you start you doing your make up "Okay, so how is he?" After a pause, you resume the conversation, intrigued because the few times you did speak to him, he seemed a bit withdrawn and hesitant.

Sure, you and Yoongi went to the same school since you can remember. But that doesn't mean you ever really talked to him, there's only a few times you can really remember and those weren't quite-

Jimin slumps on the bean bag next to you and moans as he drops his phone on your bed. "He's exactly how he always was: cold and not very talkative," says Jimin before reaching over to give you your lipstick. He goes on to say, "He's very confident in himself, a narcissist, and fucks around a lot. You know; still the same old Yoongi you used to beat in PE" smiling when you finish your makeup and calling it "wonderful." "Thanks Jimin,"

"I think I kinda expected that from him, the cold attitude and all," you add reaching for your bag and putting your keys, wallet, and, yes, a condom inside.

You never know.

Dinner (Forth Encounter)

The place basically screams "only rich people please!" with slow music playing in the background and the place being dark. You sigh; this is definitely not a place you'd choose. It didn't help that you weren't employed and had only about 100€ in your bank account. You should probably only get side dishes, they were undoubtedly the least expensive items on the menu.

Jimin pats your back as you both proceed to the booth Jungkook, Taehyung, and Yoongi sat in, saying, "Over there." Jimin hugged Taehyung and then sat down next to him, leaving you to be seated next to the weirdo himself; Min Yoongi. You uncomfortably look at Jimin, who is seated in front of you, and murmur, "Hello," holding your phone tightly in your hand. "What would you two like to have?" Taehyung asked "Jungkook, Yoongi and I ordered beer". Jimin was almost sitting on Taehyung's knee when he spoke, which explained his unusually upbeat tone.

Before speaking, you give your closest friend a dirty look and say, "I'll just take a water," grinning as you unlock your phone and occupy yourself. The night was going to be quite long.

Yoongi keeps a close eye on you and hasn't let up since you first arrived. This isn't because he likes you; on the contrary, he still harbors animosity toward you.

But why are you here right now, out of all the places you could be? Jungkook, who was busy texting a girl on his phone while drinking his beer, is distracted as Yoongi groans. He mutters as he continues to stare down at his phone without looking up, "If you're going to be a brat, leave. I can't deal with your childish ass right now." "I'm an adult," Yoongi says, rolling his eyes. The younger one then looks up, "Then act like one."

Yoongi slams his hand down on the table a little too forcefully, drawing your attention. "What's that supposed to mean," he asks. Jungkook and Yoongi are in your line of sight as you shriek up and inquire. "Everything alright?"

Smiling Jungkook nods towards you, indicating that you should eat up your appetizers. He then gives Yoongi a sneering look after you shrug and do exactly that.

Giving one final critical glance before returning to his phone Jungkook speaks, "See, that's exactly what I mean by 'childlike behavior'."

Jimin squeals, "Taehyungie, stop," and when you look up, you'll see the two lovebirds teasing each other. Taehyung is the one who feeds Jimin, but just as he opens his mouth to take a bite, he takes the spoon away, making Jimin whine.

You had never seen Jimin this content or this… in love? You smirk to yourself as you cast a quick glance across the room before settling your eyes on Yoongi, who had just returned from the restroom, his eyes glued to his phone as he typed away, before returning to his seat next to you.

"I say we should get more drinks; they're on me," Taehyung cheered then ordering 4 Sex on the beach. Not exactly your favorite, but free alcohol is still free alcohol.

The smell of smoke permeated the air as you stepped outside, seeing a shaky Jimin walking hand in hand with Taehyung as he escorted him to his car. You call out, attracting Taehyung's attention, "Wait—uh, Jimin and I were meant to get home together." But Taehyung simply smiles at you. "Sorry, Jimin is mine for the night."

Looking across at your best friend, you notice the typical drunk Jimin, blowing kisses your way, and drawing finger hearts. You shrug smiling, and pull out your phone to call an uber. Jungkook, who takes a last drag from his cigarette, stops you, "I'll drive you home, you live around the same area as Yoongi right?" stepping on the cigarette, he asks while exhaling smoke.

You nod; you don't really care how you got home tonight; all you really want to do is fall asleep on your bed. He says, "My cars over there, I guess Yoongi already got in." He gives you an enticing wink before saying, "I'll be right there." Jungkook walks over to assist Taehyung in getting Jimin into his car, Thankfully, they had their last drink two hours prior, as this allowed them to safely drive home.

When you first entered the car, it was completely silent. The only sound was a lonesome song playing on the radio, which helped to create a slightly more cozy environment. Yoongi sat in the front seat, smoking a cigarette out the window as he stared at the sky.

Yoongi observes as your attractive physique settles into the backseat of the vehicle. He grinned to himself as he threw the cigarette out the window and slumped back in his seat after noticing you briefly glancing at him. Watching your confused face in the rearview mirror, he said, "There's lipstick on your teeth."

"Do you frequently just stare at random girls' teeth?" You scoff while using one finger to wipe your teeth, staring irritably at the older boy. "A simple "thank you" would have been plenty," you observe him shrug, distort his face, and roll his eyes.

"Are you taking out your friends dog tonight?" You cross your arms as you ask, briefly glancing back to Jungkook who still hopelessly tried to get Jimin into Taehyungs car. You laugh a bit, taking a picture to show Jimin the next day.

"What?" Yoongi turns around to look at you in irritation, obviously confused. You tilt your head in surprise "The dog you always walk at the asscrack of dawn" you remind him "Holly I think his name was". His eyes then seem to widen, most probably knowing what you mean. "Oh yeah, yeah" he dismisses you, shaking his head and turning back to look outside the window at the night sky.

"You're so weird"

Jimin's Place

"So, how did last night go with Mr. Loverboy?" You inquire, sitting on Jimin's couch. The atmosphere was relaxed, Jimins shower playlist was playing in the background and the warmth of the heater was making it even more comfortable.

"I think I might actually like like him, y/n," as you watch your bestfriend's face form into a smile he says.

Your eyes widen as you almost choke on your tea,

What did mister 'I don't date, I just fuck around until my mother eventually forces me to settle down' just say? "Person who's in love with Kim Taehyung, say what?"

"What?" Jimin asks turning to you

"HAH!" You raise your head to face your best friend and point at him while standing up.

Jimin only laughs and shakes his head, "I'm not in love with him,"

"Yet.." you murmur.

Jimin looks you up and down, "Okay you're one to talk, you're literally undressing Yoongi with your eyes every time he walks by." "That's a lie,"

"What's a lie is that you deny that you don't actually hate the guy and have the biggest crush on him or that you at the very least want to know what's hidden inside those pants-"

"Jimin, I get it. But no, definitely not crushing on Min."

"Yet…" the older murmurs.

Help? "I need your help"

"Fuck off," you say as you close the door; Yoongi's foot stopping you.

"I'm so damn serious right now L/n," The person in front of you says, with worry written all over his face as he enters your room, you whining behind him without doing anything further to stop him.

Well fuck my sleep schedule, right? "What on earth makes you think I would help you out of all people" With your arms crossed and your sleep mask knotted in your hair, you stand there in front of him, looking quite the opposite of attractive. You take a look at your phone, the time being 1:47 a.m.. "especially at this time"

"Because," Yoongi begins, fidgeting with his fingers apprehensively while scanning your room. "Is that a Hello Kitty alarm clock?"

"Min," You call out, hoping he will get to the point so you could go back to sleep.

"Fuck, okay, damn, I-" In stark contrast to how he typically speaks, Yoongi's voice is quiet. Looking up at you with begging eyes, he pleads "Damn someone threw me under the bus and now they're checking people's dorms—Particularly the boys."

Your brow furrows "what? are you hiding drugs?" You laugh.

He couldn't be serious, there's no way you'd help him with whatever it was. You hated him, he hated you—that's how it's always been. But was there any chance that it could be altered?

You reflect on the conversation you had with Jimin yesterday and what he said; "What's a lie is that you deny that you don't actually hate the guy and have the biggest crush on him or that you at the very least want to know what's hidden inside those pants-" Shaking your head, you turn your attention back to the boy in front of you who is likely experiencing a panic attack as you speak.

"Get the fuck out."

"Ask someone else for whatever it is you need help with." As you pull on his arm to get him to get off your couch, he shakes his head and frowns.

"God damnit, forget our rivalry just one damn moment and listen to me." He yells, "The dog you see me walking at night, he's-" he starts, then stops himself to think.

"He's?" You encourage him to go on.

Inching closer to your face while whispering, Yoongi now stands up. He curses as he runs his fingers through his hair, "He's my dog and-" Yoongi breathes out.

"And if the university finds out I keep a dog in my dorm, they'll expel me." He looks up at you with imploring eyes as he completes his speech.

You shrug, unconcerned by the facts he just provided, "So ask Taehyung."

"Woman, why won't you listen? They are inspecting every boys dorm. The last time I checked, Taehyung was a guy."

"What exactly are you asking me to do?" You ask him while scanning his entire face, crossing your arms.

"I need you to let Holly stay at your dorm for a while" "Don't really wanna see you, y'know". In all honesty, Yoongi did not anticipate your support for his ridiculous proposal. Yet there you were.

"Okay, Holly, now be a good boy and stay out of trouble." From the other side of the room, you hear Yoongi talking. It was difficult to get you to agree to this idiotic idea, which involves having Yoongi's dog Holly stay at your dorm for a week or two while the university checks over the men's dorms. But you ultimately agreed when he volunteered to cover your food and snacks for an entire month.

Although it may sound silly, you truly needed to save money, therefore even though it seemed weird, it was helpful.

Like always, Yoongi wakes you up from your thoughts.

"Okay, he eats every day at 6 a.m. and 3 p.m. Give him more in the mornings, and every so often, a snack. He usually sleeps on my bed as well, however I can get why you wouldn't-"

"Yoongi" you cut him off.

"I- yeah?" Looking up from where he is kneeling and cuddling his dog, he asks. Clearing his throat, he gets to his feet, and straightens his shirt. "I mean-, what's up?"

You roll your eyes and say, "Shut the fuck up and get out, you've told me all of this about five times since yesterday—this night—I think I've got it from here," Pointing to your door you signal him to leave.

Despite being scared, he remains calm "yeah, of course, I'll make an effort to stop by every day-"

Again you interrupt him "Don't bother."

"Visit between of 6 and 8 pm. When I'm not home." Pinching between your eyes you stare at the cute dog as you continue talking. "Don't really wanna see you, y'know".

"Right.."

Handing him your spare keys, he leaves and you're finally alone—we'll, not entirely.

"You better not be like your dad" you huff, pointing accusingly the poodle who just let's out a small whine.

"We're not." Jimin sighs, combing his hair out of his face and giving you the most serious expression you've ever seen. Pausing he addresses you "MinYoongi—super asshole, captain of whatever sport our school participates—asked you-" you only nod. "To take care of his puppy," he finishes with a small chuckle. You scream, "It's not funny," flinging one of your several pillows at him. "Why didn't he ask Taehyung?" Jimin inquiries by merely shrugging his shoulders and sitting next to you.

"That's the thing," you grouse. "Taehyung is probably getting his room searched too because he's a guy. Did he not tell you in any way?"

"We're too busy fucking to talk most of the time."

Jimin laughs, turning to the door to see Yoongi casually walk in with his dog. He is wearing a black sweatshirt and slacks that disguise any aspect of him that could identify him when he enters your apartment. Naturally, Mr. Jock didn't want any rumors linking him to the Nerd. You. Jimin receives a slight nod from Yoongi when he glances up, "What's up, man?" Jimin just shrugs in response.

Turning to face you, Jimin observes your concentrated gaze as you study the other man from head to toe. Jimin couldn't read your expression for once, which was incredibly odd. Once he looks down at his phone he notices a text message from Taehyung, it was time for him to leave.

Whatever it was between you and Yoongi, he is certain it wasn't hatred. Love? No, but most certainly not hatred.

Winking he says, "Anyway I gotta leave now, have fun you two, but not too much." And he's gone.

"He is aware that we are not-" Yoongi starts, motioning his finger between the two of you.

"Jimin, of all people, knows we're not -" your repeat his same hand motion.

Confused, lonely and … "Okay, last one, let's not tell your daddy about this." You coo as you offer Holly yet another treat.

You hate to admit it but, the dog has grown on you after only three days; he was the opposite of his father—quiet, polite, and obedient.

Simply said, having a small—or fairly large—companion in your dorm made days seem better. Even though he occupied a lot of room and occasionally peed on the floor, overall things were going well—too well.

"All right, one more-"

"Will the amount of treats you're giving my dog make me have to take Holly to the vet anytime soon?" Suddenly, a voice at your front door startles you. Oh no, it was already past six. You should have been out, not wasting time at home with a dog you don't even own.

You respond, pouting at the male who is in front of you, "He was giving me puppy eyes the whole time I couldn't resist."

Yoongi was standing at your door, ready to take Holly for his daily walk. Wearing a sweaty shirt and some short gym shorts, Yoongi had most likely just finished his workout.

He had to get the poor dog into his car and drive to a park to walk him now that he almost got caught, if it wasn't for you.

But now was not the time to applaud you for your generosity.

"You're staring," Yoongi states before approaching the tiny couch in your dorm and, out of habit, caressing Holly.

"Let's go, buddy," putting him on a leash he pulls the dog towards him. But instead of moving, Holly crept up to you and sat on your lap whining.

You turn to face his owner laughing, "Well, well, well, look whose dog loves me more than you"

To the chagrin of Holly, you point at yourself and stand up. You do this by wriggling your eyebrows at your nemesis in the most irritating way possible. The elder huffs, easily lifting up the larger dog, "Fuck off, it's because you spoil him with treats."

You gape as you admire Yoongi's strength in your head, you did always have a thing for strong men. With a shake of your head, though, you groan.

This is not the time or place y/n. "W-well? Are you going to simply stand there?" You snap, reverting to your previous self who despised the man who was currently holding his dog in his arms as if he were a piece of cake.

"Calm the fuck down L/n, I need to see whether there are any people outside-"

You observe Yoongi examine the area outside your door before exiting, ultimately leaving you alone in your apartment, confused, lonely and… in need for a drink.

Or two. The Past

As he takes another drag from his cigarette, Yoongi easily let the smoke out his mouth. It was past midnight and he was by himself in his dorm. It felt like weeks even though it had only been a few days since he gave up Holly at your house. It felt lonely, for sure. Eventhough his friends and the occasional hookup made time fly by faster, it still didn't quite fill the emptiness of his apartment.

His head began to fill with much more than just thoughts about his puppy, and he soon forgot the music he had put on earlier. Perhaps it was just the heat of the moment or his weariness, but he somehow thought about you and how you agreed to help him.

You, who'd always had something against him. You who was always slightly better at PE than he was. You who—you who he had his first crush on in 2nd grade.

You who had made fun of him for expressing his feelings many years back.

Fuck it, you probably don't even remember that ever happened. "Fuck," He murmurs when he realizes he is staring out his window into yours, which is just across from his. Yes, it was quite a distance, yet he could still barely make out your silhouette—your half naked silhouette.

You chuckle, still a little tipsy from your night out with friends, "Holly come dance with me." startled by the dog's barking you worried that someone had heard.

As you make some ramen in your teeny kitchen, you swing your hips and sigh, "Okay, maybe let me do the dancing." Taylor Swift playing in the background created a fantastic environment for just doing, moving your body, and taking time for yourself. Uni had been kicking your ass lately and You'd be lying if you said you hadn't considered dropping out at least once.

The ding of the water being done boiling makes you stop your showstopping dance performance and actually go back to 'cooking'. "I'm not sure Yoongi would let me live it down if you got food poisoning from giving you ramen hun'" you pout down at the dog who was giving you the biggest puppy eyes.

It's like he understood what you were saying cause Holly just sat up and walked to his little blanket you put on the floor for him to sleep on. Surprisingly once you told him your bed was a no-go, he'd never attempted to try and sleep on it again.

You had to admit, whatever Yoongi was teaching him, it were the right things.

Speaking of who, taking a quick look outside your window to his, you saw him asleep on his chair with the lights still on.

You scoff "idiot".

Dinner for tw- three.

While you wait impatiently for your dinner to arrive, it is pouring rain outside.

A show Jimin had recommended was currently on on the TV, your thoughts, however, were elsewhere—most notably, Holly and Yoongi. He took Holly on walkies about an hour ago, so he should be returning soon. They were probably wet due to the weather, so you'd need to let Holly dry off a bit before he entered your dorm. Speaking of…

Ding dong Getting up on instinct, you grab a towel, and head to your door, opening it.

"You better dry your dog before he comes in and wets my whole fl-" Looking up you're met with a stranger holding a bag of food in one hand and an umbrella in the other.

"I'm sorry, I thought-," you start, but stop when you see Yoongi strolling down the hallway, soaking.

"One second," you exhale as you dash inside the room to retrieve some money and a new towel.

As you were returning, Yoongi had already arrived at the door examining the delivery man, who was undoubtedly much smaller than him.

You whisper, "Keep the change," taking the food and setting it next to you before making eye contact with Yoongi who just looked annoyed. Just as you wanted to say something—anything your television program was cut off by a weather report, making you and Yoongi turn your attention towards it. "We advise people to stay at home for the remainder of the night due to the storm. Please stay indoors, go to a neighboring restaurant or cafe, or any other place with a roof over your head. This was 24 News; be safe." "Well? Get me a towel or something instead of just staring." He moans and shakes his head to try to shake some of the water out of his hair.

Holly had already entered your house, acting as though it were his own—well, it sort of was.

Rolling your eyes, you say, "You can take a shower if you want or whatever," already wiping the floor after bam's earlier antics.

"Thank you, but-"

"Just take the dang shower; it won't hurt you, to get clean right?" Before he could even finish, you fight back and spin around to pull two plates out from the kitchen.

This was gonna be a long night. Once more, you're watching TV this time, the show Jimin recommended actually turned out to be good. Enjoying your long awaited sushi rolls, Hollys head rests on your lap.

You jump a little when a hand suddenly makes contact with your shoulder, jolting you back to reality.

Yoongi sighs, "Finally, damn," crossing his arms over his bare chest as he speaks. "Give me some new clothes; mine are wet," he orders, not waiting for a response before he goes to steal some of your sushi and happily munches on it. "Hey, I — you have your own!" While still chewing, you set your plate down and start looking for clothing that would fit Yoongi's large physique.

Being really honest, you must admit that as Yoongi was eating his—your—dinner, you did sneak a few wistful glances at his naked back. You wouldn't fall for his charms, ever. But man, that man was created by the gods. You smile when you notice how adorable Holly was lying on his back as Yoongi tenderly petted his belly; this was the first time you had seen this side of him, his sensitive side.

Sleepover

"Remember that crush I had on Yoongi in freshman year?"

Jimin was awakened by your call, "Y/N honey, it's 4 a.m." he just responds, placing his phone on speaker and placing his head back on his pillow. Taehyung was lying next to him, but he had a deep sleep and wouldn't be disturbed by the concerned sound of your voice.

"Listen to me," you yell, looking panicked over to Yoongi snoring on your too-small-for-him couch, the lights out in your apartment. "We need to, like— meet up."

"Like right now?" Jimin whimpered, your eyebrows furrow. "Yes, remember me having to pick you up from that club once, you idiot. just because you were too incompetent to walk? Yeah? Okay, come on over here; this is your favor for me."

"Shut the fuck up, damn who talks on the phone this damn loud!" Yoongi sits up, Holly idly licking his swollen face, his hair untidy, he groans, voice husky.

On the other end of the line, Jimin asks what's wrong when you pause, but you don't answer him, too busy examining Yoongi's bed head to listen.

You conclude the call with, "I'll call you later bye-" and turn to your left to turn on your small light, which causes Yoongi to sigh once again. You scowl at him and straighten your back as you say, "First of all. This is my home."

"And second of all" you start, but can't really find any words to say. So you just stare for a second or two, and just when Yoongi was about to speak up again you continue "you look like my grandmas ass".

That was embarrassing y/n, so so embarrassing. To your astonishment, Yoongi smiles briefly before turning his attention back to you. "Couldn't think of a better response, or what? What's got you so worked up that you were on the phone with Jimin at the crack of dawn, Nerd?" he asks, looking at his phone watch, then groaning.

"Who said I was speaking with Jimin? Maybe I was speaking to a G-"

"You only have around 4 friends, and the only one you genuinely care about is Jimin." Yoongi remarks, you become unusually silent.

Since when does he know about your friendship with Jimin so well? Sure, he's seen you largely with him, but that doesn't mean anything.

"What I talk about with Jimin doesn't concern you. Now, go back to your beauty sleep." Looking at him up and down, you continue "you need it."

You'd expected him to stop talking and just go back to sleep. After all, you two used to get into petty arguments all the time until one of you—usually Yoongi—finally got bored and either left or ignored you. Instead, he gets up, closely followed by Holly who stops at your bed while his father continues to then climb onto your bed, getting closer and closer until he whispers sensually into your ear, "You don't tell me what to do sweetie," causing goosebumps to appear on your skin and briefly stopping your breathing.

With his head tilted back and his lips still slightly puffy from sleeping, Yoongi turns to face you. His eyes, oh his eyes, were staring at you with that sharp gaze, just like he would when he was trying to hook up with a girl he met at one of the numerous frat parties he attended. But you were different; you were pure, innocent, and naive.

You mumble, seeming intimidated, "Go back to sleep," but what you really felt was shame—shame that he had such an immediate impact on you.

He doesn't protest and returns to your couch acting as though nothing just happened.

You can't sleep that night, and neither can Yoongi.

Just for me?

The following morning, Yoongis still there, lying on his back and browsing Instagram. He seems to notice when you sit up and glare at him because of the way his phone is shut and his pierced brow quirks up. After the sleepless night you two had, he groans, "They still want everyone to stay at home, class was cancelled too."

You quickly replied, "I saw," before heading to the restroom and washing your up. You took a little extra time to avoid having to face him. The thing is, you did eventually have to, and it was for breakfast. "Suit yourself, you're paying for my groceries anyway, but I haven't had an opportunity to go shopping recently, there might be nothing too exciting in there" You speak as you open the refrigerator only to discover some leftover fruit, tomatoes, and eggs from the previous week.

You hear three sets of footsteps—one, two, and three—before he pauses behind you and peeks into the refrigerator. You stutter, "I-I have ramen too," as you try to move as far away from him as you can while gazing at Holly as if he could aid in your escape from his father. Yoongi tries to lighten the mood, "Not a ramen morning kinda guy," but fails miserably because you simply shrug your shoulders and return to your bed. You just say, "Eat, I'm not hungry," as you scroll through your messages.

Jimin🐣: so what was this about? 4:10 am

Jimin🐣: I assume either you fell asleep on me and woke me up for literally nothing, orrrr😏😏😏 4:15 am

You giggle and shake your head before replying

You: nothing like that happened, he just woke up and scolded me. 8:31 am

Jimin🐣 is typing Jimin🐣: did he spank you. 8:35 am

Gasping you shut off your phone and glance over at Yoongi who was busy making himself some scrambled eggs.

You: shut up omg. 8:35 am

You: he's still here, how much longer is this weather gonna fuck with my life?🫠

Jimin🐣 is typing Jimin🐣: they say until tomorrow. 8:36 am

Jimin🐣: I'm good btw! Thanks for asking. 8:36 am

You: sorry, how are you jiminieee. 8:37 am

Jimin🐣: sucked Taehyung off in the shower this morning. 8:37 am

You: fuck off. 8:37 am

"Are Jimin and Taehyung too busy fucking or why is the dumbass not answering any of my texts." Yoongi groans speaking more to himself than at you, you still answer him regardless.

"I just texted Jimin, although I do see him as a text-and-fuck kinda guy," you joke, giggling to yourself. Yoongi laughs too surprisingly, and this time, neither of you make a nasty comment about anything

There was a silence after, none of you, not even Holly, saying a single thing until Yoongi coughs and speaks up "There's left over eggs if you want" nodding towards the pan that was still on the stove. "Yeah uh" you fidged with your phone, turning it on and off acting busy, "I'll eat some later."

"You should eat some now," He insists, telling you to simply get a plate and join him for breakfast. You were picky, and you avoided eating in bed in fear of getting it dirty. If you wanted to eat without doing just that, Yoongi knew you would have to sit next to him on the couch.

You respond, "I suppose I'm old enough to choose when I eat," with a raised eyebrow. "Fortunately, nobody pays you to think; just eat the food, I cooked more just for you."

Just for you. Just for me? You recall the reason you called Jimin last night, 'cause of situations like right now. When Yoongi acted as though he cared or that you genuinely meant something to him.

You say nothing, standing up and pacing to the small kitchen, taking the now cold pan with you to the small table in front of the couch and sitting next to Yoongi, maybe 5 or 6 inches apart.

"Thanks"

Flashbacks

You last saw Yoongi a few days ago. When the storm had passed, he promptly returned home. If it were any other day, you would genuinely say that you are pleased with his exit, but in all honesty, you missed annoying him a bit too much. "What should I do, bam-ie? When I'm bored, it's just so much fun to annoy your dad" The moment the dog approaches you and sits next to you, yawning and placing his head on your lap as usual, you smile.

It's after six, Yoongi would typically be here to pick Holly up for walkies. You suddenly experience a strange rising in your chest and a feeling of unease? No. You don't bother about guys you don't like, y/n But.. did you still hold such a strong dislike for him? You are caught off guard by the sound of your phone ringing, and sure enough, you receive a text message from the devil himself.

Yoongi🙄: Namjoon is picking up Holly for walks today, I'm busy 6:11 pm You furrow your brow as you mull about your response before simply typing, "Okay." What was going on with you, and why were you behaving like a teen messaging their crush? Ding dong You sigh as you approach your door and feel somewhat relieved that Yoongi did not send Jungkook or, god forbid, Taehyung to take Holly.

You wouldn't be able to speak if Jungkook were to stand in front of you since, in your opinion, he was just very scary.

On the other side, Taehyung you might tolerate, but you get weirded out by the fact that he's fucking Jimin and you practically received a great description of the guys dick.

Namjoon was nice and nerdy like you; you might have spoken to him once or twice. He was in your calculus class and consistently received perfect scores on his exams.

"Hello." The extraordinarily gorgeous man with dimples says, looking down at the dog seated next to you.

"H-hi! You came to pick up Holly, right?" You query.

Obviously he is y/n. Dumbass. "Yes, Yoongi told you, right-"

"He actually did! I'm sorry for the dumb question" You cut him off by giving the nearly two-meter-tall man the leash and slamming the door in his face.

Namjoon just smiles to himself, petting the dog and shaking his head.

"Yoongis got himself a feisty one huh?"

Yoongi's hands wandered all over the girls body. What was her name again? He doesn't remember and he didn't need to remember anyway. He just wants someone to relieve the stress he has been experiencing ever since he left your house.

Pushing the girl away from his neck he groans, "Just go down on me, no marks." causing her to complain in her unpleasant voice, "But Yoongiie-" "don't call me that," he interjects, slapping her behind and smirking, "take your shirt off for me?" Before allowing her to follow his instructions, he whispers into her neck and gives her tit one last squeeze.

But as he spots at her bra, it seems as though time has stopped. No way in hell. As if this day couldn't get much worse.

He had decided to ditch walking his dog, to get laid, and now that he was finally getting some, the girl was wearing the same damn bra he'd seen in your bathroom just a few nights ago.

Flashback Leaning against the restroom door he'd just shut, Yoongi mutters, "Fuck." Why, out of all the people, did he have to spend the night at your home for the storm to pass? Shaking his head, he takes off his clothes and sets them somewhere near the sink waiting outside the shower while the water warms up. He looks around a bit just to spot a flashing pink bra that was looking right back at him. He mutters, "She caht be fucking serious," and examines the underwear without touching it. He didn't pass you by someone who wears bright colored underwear. End of flashback "I can't do this" he pushes the girl away, his back straightening as he puts his earlier unbuckled belt back on.

The blonde girl approaches him on the bed, caressing his cheek, appearing perplexed. "I can help you relax-"

"Get out"

"But I-"

"get the fuck out."

After she left, Yoongi reclines on his bed while countless thoughts go through his head and you were the center of them all.

"I guess you're not to blame this time, Min,"

Yoongi isn't really sure how or when he came to your Instagram page, but once he did, he spent hours simply scrolling through your photos and stories.

There were only brief glimpses of your face in each of them. Most of your posts were about books you are currently enamored with or random little things you doodled occasionally. The fact that you sort of stuck to your artistic side seemed cute in Yoongi's eyes. He recalls that you had a habit of doodling in the middle of a lesson and covering it up as soon as the teacher passed. Yoongi couldn't help but smile. Involuntarily, automatically liking one of your older posts back from 2021.

"Fuck-" agustd liked your post.

You read the text at the top of your screen before returning to the open pasta recipe on your phone.

Wait a second-

Yoongi liked your picture?!? You didn't even follow one another! The puppy was fast asleep when the spoon you were holding fell to the ground, and when you check your page, you see that it was a drawing you posted from last year that he liked. Was Yoongi.. stalking your insta? You went on his profile out of curiosity, essentially doing the same thing that Yoongi was doing at his place.

Many images of Holly or his tattoos, with the sporadic selfie every now and then, flooded your eyesight. Yoongi was undoubtedly photogenic. Once you close the app, pick up the clean spoon that has been licked 'clean', give Holly a stern look, you take a clean spoon and carry on making dinner.

However, you were unable to stop thinking about him. Around ten in the morning, a loud banging on Yoongi's door woke him up. He groans, "Damn who the fuck is up at this hour on a Saturday," then sits up and searches for a shirt and some shorts to put on so he wouldn't stand absolutely naked in front of the stranger.

"Mister Min, do you understand why I am here?" Professor Seo sternly addressed the boy who was by this point fully dressed.

In an effort to catch the person who was maintaining a pet while it was against the rules, Professor Seo was assigned the task of searching through the dorms.

"Sure yeah," responds Yoongi as he gestures for him to enter. "Take a look around, have fun finding nothing," he scolds the professor who just frowns at the younger.

Yoongi was a rebellious student who didn't care about his education and only attended Seoul University because of the social standing of his parents and the sponsorship he received for leading the university's football team. Professor Seo has never been fond of Yoongi.

"If you don't mind," the professor says as he passes Yoongi and scans the space for any signs of a pet.

"I assume you've heard the tales about you being the criminal who created all of this trouble?" The teacher interrupts once more as he turns to face an unperturbed Yoongi who is lounging against the wall and looking through his phone.

Yoongi merely replies, drawing an eye roll from the older, "There are a lot of rumors about me, I stopped counting and listening."

"Well? Found something?"

Since Yoongi's dorm wasn't particularly large, there wasn't much of a place to look for, after about fifteen minutes.

Professor Seo shakes his head angrily.

"I guess you're not to blame this time, Min," he says before walking away. The door closing, causing Yoongi to exhale nervously.

"Fuck yeah"

You like him

Jimin shrugs and says, "You like him," before taking a shot and aiming for another, but you stop him by raising an eyebrow. You mutter, shaking your head, "I guess you've had enough with the amount of shit you're talking right now," before staring back down at your phone with Yoongi's Instagram page open. "Then why have you been looking through his posts for the past few days, huh? You send me that one picture-wait." Jimin bends down to get your phone, listening to you whine.

"Here This One." An image of Yoongi and Holly in the same frame with his nose buried in Holly's neck as he cradles the then-much smaller puppy is displayed.

You murmur, "They look so cute." You groan, "God, I wish he wasn't such an asshole," and it was your turn to take a shot.

It was nice; you were at Jimin's house where you typically watched movies and ordered takeout, but tonight was gossip night.

While Jimin joyfully told you of his now-official relationship with Taehyung, you grumbled about the absence of it in your life.

Your best friend approaches you while mixing the alcohol in his glass and looks up into your anticipating eyes. "Have you thought that maybe-" your best friend starts, mixing the booze in his glass and looking up at your expecting eyes. "That the reason he's so mean to you is cause you're also mean to him?" Just as you were about to get back at him, he stops you.

"Considering the fact that all you two do is argue with one another until one of you gives up out of exhaustion. Your freshman-year crush on him wasn't dumb; you just realized that you like bothering him because, at the time, that was the only way to talk with him. However, -" Jimin sips his drink. "Now that Holly is in your house, you see him once a day. I don't know, maybe you should invite him in and talk?" For being drunk, Jimin was currently acting very logically.

"Did I tell you he liked my Instagram post from the other day?" After a minute of silence, you speak out, your eyes watering from the alcohol and the total disarray of your emotions.

"According to Taehyung, Yoongi accidentally liked a post while stalking you on Instagram." Jimin raises a brow at you, placing his hand on your shoulder. "The worst thing he can do is reject you, so try talking to him like a normal person and see how it goes."

His eyes

"I don't know he's been lying here since last night and-"

"Last night?!" You hold the phone away from your ear while Yoongi yells into it. Biting your lip, you stare down at Holly, unsure of how to respond. "If I had known-, I just assumed that he was just particularly sleepy and needed to rest."

"You should to have called me as soon as you noticed a problem," It was 8 am and entirely too early for your poor ears to tolerate any kind of shouting when Yoongi interrupted once more, his voice draining your soul. "Listen Yoongi, I'm sorry, okay, I'll cover the vet bill and everything if you-"

Ding dong You say, "-one second," put your phone down, and open the door to find Min Yoongi already dressed and prepared to leave. "Where is he?" He asks as he walks past you and enters your dorm. He notices Holly next to your bed, his tail wagging seeing his father.

He picked up Holly saying, "I'm taking him to the vet," to which Holly initially objected but eventually consented.

"I'm coming with you,"

"Fuck off." he Spits back at you

You understand that he is angry right now and you're the only person close to him to yell at, yet you still slightly pout.

You say it again, "i said, I'm coming with you," and then seize his car keys exiting the building with Yoongi right behind you after making sure the coast was clear.

As you sit in silence and watch Yoongi drive his car at a dangerous pace, music is played in almostaudible volume. However, you just let him do, he was upset and you didn't want to make matters worse at this point.

He abruptly jolts you out of your reverie with the words "We're here," jumping up from his seat and carrying Holly's kennel into the clinic without giving it a second thought.

The doctor speaks, her voice soothing in contrast to Yoongi's agitated pacing of the room, "He's probably simply got an upset tummy, nothing to worry about, your dog just appears to be on the sensitive side." "Are you sure that's everything, hes-"

"yeah I'm sure Mr. Min, just give him these twice a day, once in the morning and one at night." She tells him, leaving the two of you alone in the room, once more in silence.

You say, for the first time since you got here, "I'm sorry. I feel like it's my fault; I should've been more cautious about the things that were lying around my dorm."

Your ramble is interrupted by Yoongi, who nods and locks eyes with you. "I should apologize for being overly dramatic, but-" he sighs "Holly is all I have here in Seoul, and I- I can't lose him, you know?" He sits down next to you and turns to face you, his eyes untroubled but his lips pouting, the piercing protruding from them. "I guess I understand you," you say in sympathy. "Besides Jimin, I don't really have anyone that keeps me here either." You shrug.

Turning to face you he hums, Yoongi's eyes searching for yours. He doesn't speak. It feels like the world pauses when you finally turn to face him too. With his eyes shining almost glowingly, it's just the two of you. Like two tiny boba balls, they are adorable but can be extremely deadly. You don't realize he's put his hand under your chin until he pulls you closer to him. Now, only centimetres separate your lips with his. As you take one last look at him and then close your eyes, he is the one to narrow the gap between you two, and in the heat of the moment kissing you.

Dating?

"-And because of this, while multiplying in equations like these, you must-" Looking down, you ignore your professor's voice as you consider the sketch you made of an eye that closely resembles Yoongi's. Now that the school had made sure to inspect every dorm, it had been precisely two days after the kiss and one since Yoongi had brought Holly back to his apartment. Since it was clear that they still hadn't found the dog, it was a little scary. But at least with Yoongi and Holly, everything was now fine.

Some could accuse you of being selfish for expressing this, but you missed having the puppy by your side when you went to sleep and woke up; in just two weeks, Holly became so close to you that it frightened you.

You don't bother putting your belongings away neatly when the bell rings; instead, you just stuff them all into your bag and head off. That was the plan, at least, until you noticed Yoongi among a group of individuals standing in front of the football court. He looked angry as he spoke to several of his teammates. You guessed that someone most likely had a poor practice performance.

When Yoongi notices your gaze, he pauses and dismisses everyone, leaving them perplexed yet compliant. Since you are not friends with Yoongi in any way, you continue walking toward the Girls Dorm Building, looking down. When a hand suddenly stops you in your tracks, you secretly hope it's him; nevertheless, when you turn around, you see that it's Minho, a classmate.

He grinned handing you a little letter, saying, "You forgot this in class."

"Oh?" You frown and look at it. "I don't believe I— oh!" When you read the inside of it, your eyes widen. In reference to the message that asked you out on a date, he says, "Well, the idea was that you read it when you're at home, but I guess now works too."

A date? Even though Minho and you were friends, you never expected that he would like like you "I'm actually-," When he noticed you, Yoongi remained where he was, silently watching you like a hawk. When he realized what was happening, his eyes grew gloomy, although it was difficult to tell from a distance whether Minho was unsettling you in any way.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he changed his mind, turned around and started marching in your direction before pausing behind Minho and crossing his arms. He seemed to be so much taller than him.

"Well, im actually-"

"What on earth do you want from my girlfriend?" As he drew nearer to you, Yoongi growled and put a guarding arm around your shoulder. He frowns while silently swearing in his brain. He clearly did not intend to say that, but it somehow managed to slip out. "Oh!" Minhos's cheeks began to blush as his eyebrow lifted.

"I-I didn't know."

"Of course you didn't. We just started dating." As he continues to lie, Yoongi mentally smacks his forehead.

As soon as Minho left, Yoongi's arm that had been around your shoulder did too. You were in a state of shock and had no idea what to do or say.

"What just happened?" You ask him in disbelief while clutching your note with tension.

"I don't know," Yoongi shrugs. "You don't know?" You furrow your brow.

"I dont"

"In other words, despite the fact that you disregarded my advice, he still kissed you? Girl, you have rizz." Jimin offers his thoughts while perched on Taehyung's lap and listening to your complaints over Yoongi's earlier behavior.

Taehyung was also present; you've grown accustomed to seeing him around. He wasn't too bad, but he was definitely high most of the time. You and Jimin's heads turned in his direction as he abruptly spoke, "That's just how Yoongi gets." You didn't think he was paying attention considering he had his headphones on and was immersed in some PlayStation game.

Jimin frowns, asking his boyfriend, "What do you mean?", who just shrugs, "I don't know, maybe Yoongi likes you," as he motions in your direction, making Jimin sit up. "Maybe?!" He shouted while clapping his hands collectively and beaming at you. "Y/n he's so into you, oh my god,"

You shake your head and cover your face with both hands while muttering under your breath. "He doesn't like me; he only noticed that I was uneasy and wanted to help."

"I have no idea how but it did, Minho left right away," you acknowledge. Jimin re-interrupts, saying, "I would too if a guy that size threatened me," after getting a beverage from Taehyung's refrigerator. "In all seriousness though, go talk to him, this time for real, no kisses or more" lifting a brow he raises a warning finger at you making you chuckle. Jimin has a superpower in making others feel better.

The football court

As you enter the expansive football field, its size intimidates you somewhat. The court was considerably bigger than you had thought, and you felt so small in contrast. "Excuse me?" A voice startles you, causing you to turn around and meet a boy who is perhaps a year or two younger than you. "Um, yeah?" You inquire while fumbling with your shirt. "No one is permitted in here besides the coach and team, when it's not playtime," he says, bowing slightly to show you that he didn't mean to offend you in any way. He receives a modest smile from you before you reply, "Oh, yes! Yes, but I'm here to speak with Min Yoongi, is he here?"

When you finish speaking, the younger person's eyes widen while you tilt your head to the side. "Well, I'm not sure whether I can let you in the locker room but-"

"I've got it from here, Soomin," Yoongi speaks, as he emerges from behind him, the poor boy is startled and flees.

Crossing his arms and furrowing his brows in your direction, Yoongi is waiting for you to say something—anything.

"Well?" Impatiently, he asks. "I-I wanted to know how Holly was feeling?" "Is he feeling any better?-"

"You came here to ask about Holly?" He interrupts you and moves closer to you so that the distance between the two of you is now barely a few feet.

"I- no." You confess while biting your lower lip and gazing to the ground. Yoongi's hand touches your chin—he was about to kiss you the last time he did that.

"Stop doing that," you mutter as you shake off his hand, your eyes brimming with rage. You two are so close together that not even a single sheet of paper could fit in between, he mumbled back, "Do what."

"Act like you care when you obviously don't," you start, brushing away a tear.

You were even more upset by what he said after.

"I care"

Your noses meet as you look up at him. "What happened to us Yoongi?" You ask, your eyes welling with tears, but he wipes them away.

"I don't know," He mutters against your lips. You chuckle cynically as you sneer. "You dont know?" You back away and shake your head at him. "And here I was believing I could-, that we could-" Shaking your head, you turn to face him again, "Nevermind, this was a dumb idea."

Taehyung you're a genius

"What's wrong with this guy?" With the extra keys he had given you at the start of the year, you enter Jimin's flat. You snarl, rolling your eyes, and slamming the door shut saying, "I mean- I go to talk to him like an adult, and he says-" slamming the pastries you impulsively bought onto the counter before continuing. "And he just tries to seduce me, or- ugh! I don't know what his plan was" you finish, chewing into a croissant.

Sighing, you turn around before glancing up with a wide-eyed expression. "Oh my god" you mutter, turning around and closing your eyes. "I am so sorry" you yell. You did not just walk in on Jimin giving Taehyung a blowjob. You just didn't.

Taehyung comforts you, "It's okay, it's okay," sipping up his pants as you hear Jimin grab a bottle of water. You hear Jimin say, "You can turn around now y/n."

You do as he says, still unsure, now seeing a considerably more PG-rated image of the two of them. Jimin gestures to the bag you brought, "Now give me one of those, and tell me what happened."

"Wow, you're telling me that he tried to kiss again?" As you nod, Jimin made a startled sound while eating his pastries. "Yes? Well, I'm not sure. I didn't let him carry out his plan, so I don't know what it was."

You groan to yourself while cradling your knees as you sit on the sofa with Taehyung nearby in the kitchen getting himself some lunch.

Then you start again, eyes alert, "Oh and." You huff, "When I asked him what happened to us. you wanna know what he said?!" Jimin nods. You replicate Yoongi's voice as you say, "I don't know."

Your closest friend exhales and covers his lips with his hand. Throwing yourself into the pillows, you complain, "God why can't my relationship be as easy as you and Taehyung's."

"Maybe because I and Jimin never hated each other," Taehyung said casually as he entered the living room while munching on some food. "The point is to make up and then start building a relationship, not the other way around" he added.

Jimin and you both glance at the person puzzled as your eyes expand simultaneously. Getting up to your feet, you grab your bag before heading over to Taehyung and grabbing both of his arms, giddily shaking him. "God Taehyung, if you weren't a stoner, you would graduate with your intellect "

Bring coffee

After navigating through the absurdly large number of bookshelves, you eventually find a comfortable workstation where you can begin writing your finals essay. Ah yes, I remember that time of the year when students went crazy and didn't sleep for nearly two months. Thank goodness you began studying as soon as the semester started since that means you have it much easier than most of these people. You're even taken aback by how empty it is. Gathering your belongings while grinning to yourself your laptop takes precedence because that is where you will be writing your final essay. You frown as you rummage unsuccessfully through your suitcase for the coffee tumbler you know you packed before you left.

Now though, it was gone. No. That's impossible. Without even a small amount of caffeine, you couldn't last even one hour.

Placing your head on the table in defeat, you mutter "Fuuuuck" into your hands.

You notice that as more and more students enter the library, your seat would be taken as soon as you returned with your coffee if you left right now. You sigh to yourself and mumble, "Okay," as you open your laptop. Let's make the most of this, will we? At this point in the day—around 8 p.m.—you were very certain that your study was complete. You were a little hesitant to leave right away, however, because of your overachieving nature. Surprisingly, the absence of caffeine wasn't nearly as severe as you anticipated. Yes, you were a little fatigued, but nothing too serious.

Ding Your phone vibrated in your pocket, pulling it out you check the message, and saw that it was from the person you needed the least right now. Yoongi

Yoongi🙄: where are you? You: doesn't concern you Yoongi🙄 is typing… Yoongi🙄: tell me where you are Yoongi🙄: I want to talk You: buzz off Yoongi🙄 is typing… Yoongi🙄 is online Yoongi🙄 is typing… It goes like this for a good minute or so before your phone vibrates again, this time it's Jimin

Jimin🐣: please tell Yoongi where the fuck you're at cause he won't stop messaging Taehyung. Jimin🐣: you're interrupting my cuddle time You: me? I don't see where this is any of my problem Jimin🙄: just tell the poor boy where you're at You: fine Switching back to Yoongis contact you start typing

You: library, 4th floor, at the back. Bring coffee, low fat milk with cream You stop and think for a second

You: actually scratch the cream, just low fat milk Read 8:15 pm Fucker You are suddenly startled out of reading an article about the topic of your essay, by the sound of a cup hitting the desk you are now working on. Looking up you see MinYoongi, of course. You did tell him where you were because you loved Jimin, not because you wanted to talk to him. You weren't quite ready to talk yet, but it looked like Yoongi was.

Because of Taehyung's recent Ted Talk—which gave all of this a fresh perspective—you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Yoongi sits down, adjusting his glasses. "Lowfat milk, no cream." Were the words that first came out his mouth.

And Stunning was the first word that came to mind when you saw him in this outfit, which included his usual baggy shirt and jeans but also messy bed hair. He appeared cozy and boyfriend-like.

You mutter, "Thanks," returning your attention to your laptop and carrying on with your study. "How long have you been sitting here?" He raises his voice once more, pleading for you to respond to him. "9? Maybe 10" you answer shortly.

Yes Yoongi be aware of my resentment. "A.m?" He yells, causing some others to turn to face him. Your own head likewise erupted in surprise. You cry, "Yes, a.m! Now be quiet! This is a library, and you haven't been here long enough to be familiar with the fundamental principles as it seems!" You spout the phrases at him. "Yeah"

"I'm here to apologize," Yoongi says, you release a relaxing "I know"

"Okay" he breathes out. It's time to use his hidden weapon. "I can show you pictures of Holly." Your focus shifts back to him at that point, leaving your laptop behind.

"I want to see," you say, raising an eyebrow telling Yoongi to continue as he shakes his head and says, "only if you listen to me."

You nod.

"I regret not making more of an effort to get along from the start, I was terrified and mad about… pretty much everything, but now i realize that there wasn't much you could have done to change that."

Was MinYoongi taking responsibility for his own actions?, you wonder as you gape in awe at him

You pause to consider.

"It was also my fault." You finally speak.

"It doesn't really go away, being terrified and angry. Yet when you're a child, it's different. I didn't stop to think about how difficult it might've been for you since I was too busy with my own thoughts."

Yoongi nods in agreement round eyes, looking at you. "I think we got off our chests what we've been meaning to tell each other from day one."

You stare, blink, and then look down. Head shaking as you disagree. "You might have, but I didnt"

While maintaining eye contact with you, Yoongi glares at you. And as you were going to say somehing- "The Seoul University Library shuts in 5 minutes, make sure to-"

"- Oh!"

You leap up, gathering your things, and almost knocking your unfinished cappuccino over.

Yoongi offered his assistance, saying, "Here let me-"

"It's all right-"

Yoongi insists on taking you home that night, snatching your bag and putting a hand on your back, he guides you out.

Old librarian Mrs. Cho glares at the two of you angrily, it's now after 9 o'clock, when the library closes, you whisper "sorry" in her direction, but she just rolls her eyes.

Yoongi gives you a close look. not knowing what to say or do.

With the help of Taehyung, who gave him clear instructions, he had gotten over 'the plan' several times and while it was unwise to follow his advice, Taehyung was in a committed relationship while Yoongi was not.

He bought you coffee, apologised, and is now walking you home. All Taehyung instructed him to do was this, so why is it- why is it that he still feels weird

"Yoongi."

You finally catch his attention by calling out his name for the eighth time

"Huh?"

"Were here" You show him your door and give him a tiny smile. He nods and waits for you to open it; but, when you don't, he turns to look at you again as if expecting something.

Think hard, Yoongi!

Flashback Jimin makes me watch a lot of Kdramas, y'know." Taehyung says while taking another drag from his joint, "When the main character walks the girl home, they have a thing for kissing at the door." End of Flashback As he remembers, Yoongi's eyes widen.

After clearing his throat, he approaches you so closely that your lips are almost touching, but you push him away. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" Leaning against the door to put some space between the two of you, you inquire apprehensively.

C'mon, Yoongi, think! "I uh-" Where is the player that can pick any woman he wants? What has changed for him suddenly? He nearly seems anxious. But you're not any woman, you're you.

"I sincerely dont understand why. My mind just goes blank when i look at you. I think i'm going a little crazy."

You smile, eyes beaming as you look up at him. He looks so cute right now all shy and blushy.

Embracing his cheek with your hand, you caress him softly.

You mutter, "I don't think you're crazy."

When you touch him, Yoongi unwinds and says, "I think I like you.," his hands encircling your waist and luring you in.

"… think?"

"Let's just assume there's a 99% possibility,"

You chuckle, burying your face in his firm but comforting chest, "I'll take it."

Yoongi stares at the starry sky for a second before looking back down at you.

He speaks out again, making you peek up at him, "Do you?"

You quirk a brow, not understanding. He licks his lips once before elaborating.

"Do you like me too, by any chance?"

You nod kissing his soft cheek.

"Yes, I think I like you as well."

He laughs at you. Mockingly saying, "think?"

You hit his arm giggling,

"Let's just say a ninety-nine percent possibility."

Epilogue

"Stop, baby! This is so embarrassing right now." As you roll off of him in bed, you complain.

Summer break had just recently started, and as a result, there were late-night movie and long snuggle sessions. As well as snacks, games and other adult activities.

Yoongi and you were enjoying it to the fullest on a nice Saturday morning.

"Why? Can't I just tell my girlfriend she's pretty?" pulling you back to him, Yoongi reaches over and grabs hold of you. He then buries his face your neck and breathes you in. You feign a whine, kissing the top of his head while gently stroking his hair. "Your hair is so soft."

When your boyfriend thinks that he's gotten enough care he gets out of bed and walks away.

"Where are you going?" you mumble

"I don't know if you remember, but we have a child to feed," Yoongi says, referring to Holly who was eagerly awaiting his breakfast in the kitchen. He then lets out an audible giggle.

Since Yoongi and you moved into your own apartment together, having a dog was no longer a major inconvenience. Overall, life was as good as it gets.

"I didn't forget," You murmur as you watch Yoongi set the food bowl down and return to your side of the bed. He whispers, "Missed you," on your lips. "missed you two."

Oh, the two of you were so ridiculously in love, but who really cares?

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it’s me. not him. | jeon jungkook

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

➣ strangers to lovers

➣ 10.7k words

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

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

“So why isn’t Hobi coming again?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You looked at the flatscreen, “What game?”

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

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

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

He was just your ideal type.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, sure.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bring me something.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jungkook!”

Oh shit. Yeonwoo.

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

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

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

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

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

Just like that, you were gone.

He had to be the luckiest person in the room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How do you know Tae?”

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

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

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

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

God, just look at him.

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

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

You want him bad.

“So how’s your girlfriend?”

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

“Yeonwoo,” you said.

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

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

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

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

“Guess I am.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He almost forgot where the two of you were.

Almost.

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

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

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

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

You went straight to the front door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He stopped.

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

Right there in red ink were the words:

BITE ME

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jungkook.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He personally didn’t care.

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

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

“I mean you’re already here…”

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

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

Then again.

Maybe a few more times after that.

Add another time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her jaw dropped, “Seriously?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just then something caught his attention.

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

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

He looked at you, “This yours?”

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

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

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

“I told you I bought it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh boy, here we go.

Jungkook was mentally prepared at least.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Namjoon shook his head, “Jungkook…”

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

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

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

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

“Really? That’s it?”

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

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

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

jimin: did u actually sleep with y/n?

jungkook: yeah

jimin: why :’) that’s fucked up

jimin: how’d it even happen

jungkook: ran into each other at a party

jungkook: idk it just happened

jimin: did it really just happen tho

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, I don’t want to go.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yoongi still didn’t know what to think.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His jaw clenched, “I’m not worried.”

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

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

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

Jungkook shrugged as he forced his glare back at Yoongi.

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

::.

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all you want | kim taehyung

summary: in the world of high society finding your future partner took a lot of preparation. kim taehyung is one of the most sought out bachelors and he’s been roped on a blind date with Y/n, a spoiled rich girl not used to being told no. what happens when the two clash?

➣ arranged dating/high society

➣ 13.1k words

➣ rich ceo!kth x rich student!reader [she/her pronouns {female anatomy}]

warnings: smut. very light dom/sub themes. jealousy. lack of communication. make out. heavy petting. oral sėx [f and m]. blowjøb. public oral[bathroom and elevator]. protection sėx. tae is basically a soft dom. reader is kinda a brat. rich kids. missionary. ass slapping lol. light dirty talk. roughish. both experienced. teasing.

song inspo: art deco — lana del rey, i wanna be yours — arctic monkeys,

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He's always considered himself a sensible man, never one to make a fuss over trivial things. He doesn't let a lot of things get to him and he likes to be in control. The only thing that had been in his control today was showing up on time which was something the person he was supposed to meet for lunch today couldn’t do. He’s already been waiting for twenty minutes.

Taehyung was mere seconds away from walking out the door and calling his grandmother to tell her what happened. If she was going to force him to see women for marriage, could they at least be realistic? Not every heiress in their twenties has to be on his radar. His grandmother seems to think he need a list of girls to potentially marry all of which stood in the same economic class as they did.

Kim Taehyung is currently head of a million dollar land development company because of his grandparents. Once they retired they passed it down to him despite being only 26. He graduated early from both high school and college and due to being a nepotism baby, he didn't have to lift much of a finger to be where he's at. Now even though coming from a rich family definitely played into his upbringing and sculpted him into who he was, he never considered himself spoiled—or greedy?

He was fine with the fact that his parents sent him to live with his grandparents since he was young. It was like an assurance that he would be the one to get it all and he did. He was grateful for the life they've given him and all its privileges. That's why when his grandmother asks him to promise that she'll see him married before her day of passing he took it seriously. He asked for her help and boom, he was going on dates with fellow rich people in order to marry.

So no, he could not say he was spoiled. He could say he was grateful and appreciative. He'll do whatever to prove his thankfulness to his family. But you? Now you, the one currently sitting in front of him? Yeah, you’re definitely spoiled.

After making him wait a total of twenty three minutes only to saunter in here in a tight little dress chewing gum without saying a single word to him. You just sat down with your arms crossed over your chest giving him nothing, no apology or explanation for being so late. No introduction, nothing.

Now, his grandparents raised him to be a gentleman so that's what he was. He used benefit of the doubt and stuck it out, he'll give it twenty minutes. He's just not sure if you’ll be doing everything that he had planned and right now you don't have the strongest first impression. Even if he wanted to snap over your rude behavior he didn't.

Instead he finally picked up his menu and began looking over the appetizers. When the waitress came around finally seeing the person he'd been waiting for she rushed over with a polite smile, "Hi! How are you doing today? What can I get you to drink?"

"Water's fine," you told her forcing a smile on your face before turning to look at him, he watched it fall immediately. It made him snicker as he mirrored your stance and crossed his arms over his chest too which told you he can play the waiting game better to see who cracks first.

Your eyes raked down what you could see of him. He wore an all black suit with the shirt buttoned all the way to the top button making him look stiff. Not stiff, but it was something in the way he carried himself that made it almost intimidating. He was attractive, extremely attractive. He was slightly older than you but being a young school girl all you ever heard were rumors about the older Kim grandson heir. And now here you were on a date with him ruining your chances all because you've had a bad day.

When the waitress came back you were both surprisingly ready to order. He didn't mutter a thing to you as he let you give her your order first and then did his. When the waitress left again it went back to complete silence.

Fine. If he wasn't going to talk then you won't either. You waited in silence for about half an hour [longer than Taehyung had wanted to stay] and finally the food got here. He could already tell what kind of person you were and he knew he could handle you so he stayed. You were only a few tiny bites into your lunch when your patience had ran thin. With a roll of your eyes and your fork clanking soft against your plate you caught his attention.

"So are you just not going to say anything at all? Because if that's the case I'll leave," you told him, the silver diamond bracelet you wore glistening under the lights. He continued cutting into his steak ignoring you for a moment before answering, "What would you like me to say?"

That made you huff in annoyance. You shrugged, "I don't know, like say hello, ask me why I was late, just talk to me? All you're doing is sitting there not saying anything like a complete prick."

He smiled a little making the anger inside you rise. He set down his knife and fork leaning forward on the table with his hands folded together, "Oh, so you want me to pay attention to you? Why’s that?”

"What do you mean why?" Your brows furrowed looking at him with irritation written all over your face. With a final roll of your eyes you reached for your handbag, "Whatever. I didn't even want to do this, I don't have to be here."

You didn't make it a step away from the table when his deep voice cut into the thick air like a sharp blade, "Sit down."

"No, I'm leaving," you told him going to take a step. His hand reached out in time to grasp your wrist suddenly making you gasp, "Y/n, sit down."

For some strange reason you did. He picked up his fork and knife again, "Now, we're going to finish our lunch and try and enjoy it, alright? I've given you a chance to talk and now it's my turn. After I say what I have to say you're welcome to leave."

Now, usually you'd throw back some rude comment over how you didn't have to do anything you didn't want to but instead you listened. He let out a deep breath as he went back to eating, chewing thoroughly before swallowing and speaking again, "You arrive twenty minutes late which is fine. I can wait twenty minutes."

"Then when you get here you don't say a single word. No apology, no explanation, not even a hello," Taehyung said as he looked up just in time to catch the roll of your eyes, "This entire time you've sat there in a bad mood refusing to talk to me as well as chewing on your gum not even looking at me. The first thing you say when you finally do decide to talk is complain about my silence? The audacity Y/n, truly."

"Well you know my name and I know yours. I didn't think we needed a formal introduction," you muttered digging into your own plate again. He didn't say anything for a moment waiting to see if you'd finally own up to the bad start of this date that had been entirely your fault but you didn't. He smiled taking his glass and drinking from it, "I'll admit this behavior is expected from someone your age."

Your eyes narrowed, "What's that supposed to mean?" You were 21, only a few years younger than the 27 year old and he was acting like it was a generational gap between you two. Clearly your father chose your current date partner due to his maturity. Your father ran a successful architect company that worked closely with the Kim's line of work so naturally this date was set up but that didn’t mean you liked it.

"It means you are a spoiled brat," he clears his throat going back to eating, "Who's immature and selfish."

"You don't know anything about me," you argued ignoring the waitress as she asked if the food was up to par. He, however, paid his attention to her, "Everything is wonderful if you don't mind bringing us the bill?"

"Let's see..." he pondered for a moment putting his attention back on you, "You're a 21 year old university student living off your parent's money and yet you want to act like you're better than everyone when you haven't worked for a single thing you own? Then you have the nerve to get mad over someone not paying you any attention on a date when you clearly didn't care enough about it to at least show up on time?"

"Wow, are you always this much of an asshole?" You asked raising room your feet, "We're done here."

He didn't say anything letting you leave and that only made you even more mad. Whatever, you rather deal with your dad's fury for walking out on the date than spend another second listening to him think he knows everything about you [news flash though, he was pretty spot on].

You do have to admit that when your parents asked you about lunch and when you told them in all honesty that it was shit they got you in trouble. It's what had you calling his work phone a couple days later despite not wanting to.

"Mr. Kim you have a call from a Y/n L/n on line 1, would you like me to tell her you're not in?" His secretary asked him one Wednesday morning when you called. He could see the surprise evident on her face at the fact that a woman was currently calling him and she looked anything but pleased.

Taehyung isn't a womanizer by any means, to be honest none of his employees have ever heard of him being with a women. Only rumors that have circulated over who his partner might be. He's heard some of course. Some say he's dating a Romanian model, others say he's dating a Japanese socialite. In truth he hasn't been in a serious relationship in a long time and he devotes too much of his time on work to deal with hook ups.

"Go ahead and put her through," Taehyung said adjusting the tightness of his neck tie as she left to connect the call. It took him a second to ready himself to answer the phone, "Hello?"

"Taehyung, hi it's Y/n," you said through the phone. You were currently sunbathing on your balcony poolside wearing a small two piece bathing suit and Chanel sunglasses. Your parents asked you to play nice so that's what you'll do.

"Yes, I know," Taehyung leaned back in his desk chair holding the phone up to his ear as he turned to face the view of Seoul sky scrapers in front of his office. You expected a little more small talk but went on nevertheless, "So listen, I wanted to apologize for how things left off on Sunday. I was wondering if you wanted to try and meet again? Maybe talk things out."

Taehyung smiled hearing you apologize. It looks like the princess does know how to own up to their actions. Though he's pretty sure you're not apologizing out of the kindness of your heart and instead most likely because you were being made to.

Still, part of him was intrigued. The previous women he's gone out with due to his grandmother have been boring. It felt like he was listening to the same story over and over again. They agreed with every little thing he said to impress him and he didn't like that. He liked a challenge. He liked someone who can bring out different sides to him and really tests his limits.

He's not saying you are that someone just yet but for some reason... your awful first impression didn't actually leave a bad taste in his mouth. On the contrary, the fuss you made had him curious. Matched with your looks, he can easily put up with your attitude. You've managed to spark some curiosity in him to pursue you further instead of the other women he's dated.

"Do you have something in mind?" He asked playing with his tie as he stared down at his reflection in the shine of his shoes. He tilted his head back biting his lip waiting to see what you had in mind.

"Well... I mean not exactly but..." you trailed off staring off at the cool water in front of you. You didn't expect him to actually be down to meet again. You listened to your parents and reached out to him with absolutely no hope that he'd still want to talk but here you were. You weren't mad about it at all, he was attractive and if he could put up with your shitty mood last time then you should give it a try.

"How about this then," he cleared his throat swiveling back around to face his desk, "I have this... banquet to go to on Saturday and I can take a plus one. Would you like to accompany me?"

You thought about it for a second. A banquet? Those were so boring. You could list a thousand other things that'd be more fun to do this weekend. Considering he'll be going to this on Saturday no matter what, you knew he wouldn't do something different with you instead. You sighed quietly, "What would the attire be?"

"Formal," Taehyung said sitting up even more, "If this is something you're alright with doing we can meet then. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good," you told him turning onto your front to tan your back, "Wouldn't it be better to give me your personal number?"

He agreed repeating the numbers for you to log and you sent a simple text saying who it was. The call ended and you went back to lounging while he went back to working.

       You ended up meeting sooner than expected on Saturday, after a long morning of stressing on what to wear you ended up calling Taehyung, "I can't go! I have nothing to wear."

There was no hello, just straight to distress.

"What do you mean?" Taehyung asked when you called having a meltdown at ten in the morning, "Why can't you go? I already RSVP'd."

He was in the middle of brunch when you called making him excuse himself from his friends to answer your call. You whined a little, "I don't have anything formal. I can't go, I have nothing to wear."

He let out a sigh, "I'm sure there's something in your closet or—"

"No! There isn't. I looked in both closets and there's absolutely nothing I can wear. Especially if there will be press there I can't be caught in the same dress I've worn before," you were visibly freaking out standing in your bedroom sized closet staring at all the dresses dresses and skirts. Your shoe collection scattered on the floor, hand bags thrown half hazard across the middle island of jewelry. You wanted to cry.

He bit into his bottom lip in thought. He checked the time on his wrist watch, "Can you be ready in an hour? I'll head over to pick you up and we'll go out and find you a dress. How does that sound?"

"Okay."

Click.

Taehyung ran his hand over his face. You just... you just played him basically. You came to him acting like a brat over not wanting to wear the same outfit twice and he just... he just gave you what you wanted so easily. He mindlessly offered to take you shopping and that satisfied you enough to stop complaining.

He had just been thinking about how spoiled you were and he was quickly enabling it just like everyone else around you. With a huff of air out his cheeks he headed back to his table of friends already struggling at explaining why he'd be leaving so suddenly.

"I, unfortunately, have to get going. Something came up," he cleared his throat hoping he could get away with just saying that. Jimin was the first to interrogate him, a smirk evident on his face, "Something or someone?"

"I'd be curious to know too," Jin piped in, "I saw the article of you and Y/n L/n having lunch together. It wasn't positive."

Taehyung shrugged rummaging through his wallet to get money for his bill. He set it on the table, "It's a work in progress." He left it at that leaving them even more curious than before and left to pick you up.

Once you were in his car he drove to luxury brand stores with high quality formal attire. He was lucky to be able to sit in the private waiting room in the middle of a circle of fitting rooms. He had a glass of champagne in hand waiting for you. You disappeared for a short moment changing into a dress he picked and came back out with a sour expression. His eyes scanned your head to toe. The dress was a soft cream and hugged your curves perfectly. It was taken in at your waist and had puffy sheer sleeves.

"This is so ugly," you said honestly turning to look at him, "I look like a peach."

"Well it's better than some of the stuff you've shown me," he argued making your eyes roll. You hoisted the dress up and left the waiting room to pick out your own dresses. You marched back into the fitting room and chose another one.

Next you sauntered out in a deep red mini silk dress, a slit on the side and a deep V. Immediately shook his head, "No."

"Why?" You asked checking yourself out in the mirror, “I look good.” The end of the dress barely reached your fingertips. Taehyung was looking at you from behind shaking his head, "You do but maybe for a night out, not for a company banquet. Let's find something else."

With a little stomp of your foot you returned to the fitting room to change.

When Taehyung picked you up later on in the evening he could already feel his patience thinning. Thankfully you managed to come to an agreement on a dress earlier but you made it so sultry.

The long black fitted dress with a long slit down your leg, back completely exposed as the dress barely covered your butt. The way it hugged your figure and sparkled of silver embroidery. The black dress looked exquisite on you especially with the way you styled your hair and chose jewelry. Anyone walking by would assume you're on the way to a red carpet instead.

The dress wasn't what made him feel impatient if not the person wearing it. He could already tell you were a handful and he was willingly involving himself with you because he liked it. All eyes had been on you the second you entered the venue and it was obvious why. Heads turned in your direction either in awe or judgement.

In his eyes, you were the most show stopping in the room. You stuck out in the best way possible and he was the one with you. Taehyung knows that he’s worth envying and when paired with you, who people also envied, it was like a perfect match. His hand on your lower bare back lead you to a group of people who all turned to look you up and down.

"Ah! It's the socialite," Jin said with a smirk on his face as you both approached. You were known for being out an any social event that met your standards. You didn't say anything hearing them all introduce themselves and Taehyung's arm wrapped around your waist, "This is Y/n L/n, my date tonight."

A server came around holding a tray of champagne and you happily took a glass as well as Taehyung. You could already tell tonight was going to be boring but Taehyung looked so good in his Givenchy suit that he was all you could focus on. You caught a few girls checking him out too but that didn't come as a surprise. In the inner circle of influential people Kim Taehyung was a well known bachelor. A lot of women had their eyes on him yet here he was with you.

A spoiled girl known to get what you want and currently that's him. They couldn't even compete and yet you still felt annoyed whenever one of them would pass and gawk at your date.

"I'll be back," you whispered to him, "I'm gonna go find a restroom to freshen up." He looked around for an idea of which direction you'd be heading to and nodded. He wasn't expecting you to lean up and plant a soft kiss on his neck but he wasn't against it at all.

Taehyung watched the sway of your hips as you walked away, the glass of champagne brushing against his bottom lip as he went to take a drink. Namjoon cleared his throat, "Y/n definitely knows how to make an entrance."

"Are you sure you'll know what to do with all of that? I heard Y/n's a lot to handle," Hoseok said still looking after you before disappearing among the crowd of people all turning to stare at you, "I mean... if you need any help I'd be happy to."

Taehyung forced a smile on his face, "I got it." Jimin cleared his throat, "She knows how to show off her best assets. How'd you let her come out in that?"

He shrugged. He didn't care for the conversation or the way they talked about you for that matter. He took a small sip before answering, "Y/n can wear what she wants.”

He learned that earlier today. Jin looked at him, "And you're okay with that? Look at all the attention she's getting." Taehyung turned to him, "I'm not worried."

"Taehyung!" He kept himself in place ignoring the call of his name. Only a second later and a hand attached itself to his bicep squeezing slightly, "Oh my, I didn't see you come in."

A woman appeared at his side, smile on her face as she clung to him. He looked down at her, "Mina."

"Oh my god, don't be so serious, haven't seen you in so long," Mina said oblivious to his glare.

Mina had been a fling he had a few years ago. He was younger, not as established, and just looking for some fun. It was never anything serious and as he grew older he learned about how little patience he had with the actress.

You applied the finishing touch of lip gloss fixing your hair in the mirror as you left the wash room. It took you a total of .5 seconds to find Taehyung and his friends again. You hadn't expected to find a woman on his arm though. Your eyes narrowed at the sight zoning in on her and making your way over. Nobody seemed to notice your arrival until you were directly in front of them.

Taehyung's breath of relief at your arrival had gone over your head as you leaned your weight on one hip flicking your hair off your shoulder. He cleared his throat using his hand to push Mina's off his bicep before wrapping his arm around your waist, "Y/n, shall we go find our seats?"

"Hello, I'm Mina," you forced a feigned polite smile even when your eyes showed something else as she introduced herself to you before you could leave to your table, "And you are?"

"Y/n..." you said giving her the same once over she was currently giving you. Mina looked you up and down, "How do you know Taehyung?"

You couldn't bite back the sour tone, "Does it matter to you?" She looked visibly taken back as Taehyung turned away from her hiding a smile behind a sip of his drink. Why did he kind of like how blunt you were? Jin and Hoseok snickered, they all knew how much Mina annoyed Taehyung.

"Oh!" Mina clapped, "I was just curious what dumb bimbo Taehyung sank his teeth into this time, at least now I know who."

Everyone seemed to stop moving, eyes wide at her words. Even if they didn’t know you personally everyone knew you and your family weren’t ones you should talk about negatively. Mina didn’t seem to get that.

Your face brightened at the hint of an insult sent your way. You always did love a good bitch fight. You smiled feeling Taehyung turn ready to tell Mina to fuck off when you spoke, "For a washed up has-been like you, you've got some nerve saying that to me. Just say you're upset he's not into you and run along before I get a little mean, alright?"

"I think it's too late for that," Namjoon whispered even as he fought off the need to laugh. Mina was a has-been who used Taehyung to gain influence and then slept with her yoga instructor. You turned to Taehyung, "I'm hungry."

It took him a second to process what had just happened and then he was nodding his head leading you to your seats to wait for the food to be served. Mina watched him leave with you with her jaw dropped. Taehyung held your chair out for you before pushing you in. He sat in his own seat and turned to you, "Let me apologize for what just happened. She came up to me while you were gone an—"

"I don't care," you brushed your fingers through your hair staring straight ahead. You didn't even bother hiding the bad mood you were in now. Throughout the dinner and speeches he tried getting your attention but you were cold toward him like it had all been his fault. It reminded him of the bad attitude you had on your lunch date and he wasn't going to put up with it for a second time.

By the end of the night you were waiting outside for the valet to bring Taehyung's car over and you stood a few feet away from him, arms crossed over your chest like a child upset they didn't get what they wanted. He scoffed watching you open the door to the back of his car and sit inside. He stopped the door from closing as he glared down at you, "What are you doing?"

"Sitting," you told him plainly looking ahead. Without thinking he reached for your hand and pulled you out of the car with little force as he cornered you against the side, "Listen, you're not going to be catching an attitude with me. Either you sit up front next to me like a big girl or you throw your little fit and I leave you here and go home. You decide."

He stood closely, his chest touching your crossed arms as neither one of you looked away, waiting for the other to stand down first. You didn't like this. You wanted to throw a fit and keep up your bad attitude but he won't let you. Or no, he will but he'll leave and you're not interested in finding a cab on your own. So, with a pout on your face and a roll of your eyes you climbed into the front seat slamming the door in his face. Looking around to make sure nobody other than the valet saw your act of defiance he fixed his suit as if to not appear disheveled. He rounded over to his side of the car and got in.

It's bad how much he liked putting you in your place as well as how much he liked seeing you act out and be a brat. Clearing his throat he put his seatbelt on and drove off.

Despite wanting to run out the car and up to your apartment Taehyung didn't let you. He locked the door before you could open and pushed the button repeatedly when you tried unlocking it. Turning to yell at him he gave you a look that read 'try me' so you didn't.

He put the car in park in front of your building, "If you're upset about something, talk to me. Don't just get mad and take it out on me because I won't be putting up with that. What happened earlier was all because of Mina so I understand being upset but I don't care about her, I care about you. If you would've given me the chance I would've told her to fuck off myself."

"I don't need you doing anything for me," you told him. He reached for the hand you had on the arm rest, "I know you don't but I want to. The same way I want to see you again but just know that if you keep giving me attitude over every little thing thing, I'm going to keep putting you in your place. The way you've treated me so far is childish and all you've shown me is how spoiled and immature you are."

He thought back to the first date and the way you acted like he was the one at fault. Or even when you called crying about the dress only to get happy when he offered to buy you a new one. The way you complained to him for five minutes about how ugly the dress he picked out for you originally was and didn't try to cooperate at all. The way you handled your business with Mina and then turned around and took it out on him. And it's a big problem because he's willingly taking it all due to his growing feelings for you. You had a six year age gap and it felt like your maturity levels were on completely different ends of the spectrum.

"If I'm so spoiled and immature then why do you want to see me again?" You scoffed looking away from him. There you go again. The hand that had been on the steering wheel moved to cup your face forcing you to look at him but your eyes still wandered in refusal to obey. He waited until your eyes did meet his, "Because I'm into you and your little attitude doesn't scare me when I know you're into me too. We wouldn't be here right now if you weren't."

For some reason that made your insides turn giddy. The way he was so mature, and his deep voice sent shivers down your spine. The way he told you it how it was from the very beginning ordering you to sit still and look pretty while he let you know you won't be having any attitude with him. You liked it a lot. You liked him a lot.

You hated how reasonable and calm he is though. You wanted to see him snap. So far you've done a lot of things that have granted someone/anyone to yell at you and he has yet to do that. The most he's done is give his reasoning for ignore you and order you to sit up front with him. You wanted him to really show you who you're messing with and you wanted to see how much you could get away with.

He's only seen bits and pieces of how bad your attitude could get—even a hint of your jealous and possessive side—but you knew you could push his buttons even further. Without another word you leaned forward until your lips pressed against his. Completely taken back it took him a moment to get to his senses and kiss you back.

His eyes fell shut as his hand held your face close to his deepening the kiss as needed. Taehyung's tongue swiped along your bottom lip before exploring the inside of your mouth. The soft muscles of your tongue and his fought for dominance as the kiss turned into a heated make out. He released a soft groan when you sucked on his tongue eagerly. You pushed forward moving to straddle his lap but he stopped you before you could.

You whined, "What now?" You tried going back to kiss him but he shook his head loosening his tie as he caught his breath. "No?" You asked feeling annoyed again, "What do you mean no?" Nobody ever tells you no.

"No, as in no, Y/n," Taehyung said sternly, "You've been in a bad mood the whole ride here—practically all night ignoring me, and now you want me to just give in to what you want? No."

"I've wanted you all night," you said honestly making his wall crumble a little bit he kept up his act. He had to put his foot down. He scoffed, "Well you could've fooled me. I'll call you when I get home, how about that?"

"Whatever," you rolled your eyes pulling the lock up and finally getting out. You slammed his car door shut and made your way up the steps to your building hearing the sound of a window rolling down. Taehyung looked through it, "Text me when you get inside, I want to make sure you make it back safely."

"Fuck you," you muttered making him smile, "I heard that."

      Throughout the last couple of weeks that Taehyung has had the chance to get to know you he's learned a few things about you and himself.

One, that you love the attention. You love the stares and the whispers. You lived for being in the spotlight and the center of attention.

Two, that you're surprisingly clingy and needy. Alright not that surprising but still clingy. You called each other every day mostly for him to listen to you rant about some injustice done against you ranging from someone taking the pair of Jimmy Choo's you wanted to classes at the University starting up soon. You listened to him tell you about his latest project and boring meetings he had to attend.

Third, he loves giving you the attention. He's learned you're very easy to confide in. You listen and seem genuinely interested in what he says. When you talk to him it doesn't seem rehearsed to cater to him. You're honest saying what's on your mind and he likes that.

Not a lot of people can put up with you, you'll admit that. You've got a very small circle of friends who you genuinely trust and confide in. You never expected Taehyung to quickly insert himself as one of the chosen few.

The only two other people in this tight knit circle were your best friends who were currently interrogating you. Jungkook couldn't hold in his laugh as you retold the events of the last couple of weeks.

Your friend Yoongi shook his head in astonishment as the three of you lounged around Jungkook's million dollar apartment gifted to him by his parents for graduating University. You were sprawled across one of his couches waiting for him to find something the three of you could do for the night telling them of the guy you've been seeing.

"I'm actually genuinely surprised it's going so well for you," Jungkook said stifling a laugh as you flipped him the bird. Yoongi shook his head, "I, for one, expected this when you told us who you'd be going on a date with."

"What do you mean?" You asked flipping for your phone around on your stomach absentmindedly. You remembered telling the two in a group call before your date. You'd just gotten home from a week long trip to Paris when your parents informed you of the date set up.

Tired beyond belief and with nothing to wear you had a meltdown in your closet. You had watched time tick on by closer to the meet up time and you hadn't cared. In that moment you were more focused on your lack of wardrobe ranting to your friends about the man you'd be going on a date with.

You remember saying, in the middle of a tantrum, how you didn't care if you were late and if he bailed. You weren't going to go until you found the perfect outfit just to spite your parents for throwing this on you just as you landed in Seoul.

Yoongi shrugged, "I just knew. I met him once at a grand opening for some art museum and he seemed like the exact type of person you needed."

Your brows furrowed in confusion looking to Jungkook who looked just as equally confused as he cleared his throat, "Feel free to explain because I'm pretty sure neither of us get what you're saying."

"I'm saying that Taehyung seems like a good fit for you," Yoongi told you, "You need someone who matches your energy when you're being bitchy. Someone who'll tell you how it is without you asking for it. Don't say you don't like when someone puts you in your place."

This, unfortunately, was a very normal conversation topic for you three. Being friends for years you'd gotten closer in your prep school years. You experienced a lot of 'first's' right after the other and the subject was easy to discuss. The amount of things you've heard about Jungkook's sex life or Yoongi's bedroom behavior with his girlfriend was unbelievable.

"I mean... it's not boring..." you answered cautiously as you thought on it further. Now that you think about it, you've been more caught up on Taehyung than any of the other guys your parents introduced you to.

He didn't cater to your every request. He didn't even try and take any advances in the car when you kissed him. He was respectful and kind. But at the same time, it was something in the way he reeled you back in. In the midst of an anger fit he is quick to let you know he won't be the one you take it out on. He'll make you own up to your actions [like arriving late on the first date] and he doesn't let you distance yourself during that time.

Before people would easily give you what you want if it meant you'd stopped being a bitch or you'd be left alone until your tantrum wore off. Taehyung was the opposite. He confronted you about your rude behavior toward him when he was at his last straw. He didn't even let you pout in his back seat after the banquet. He let you know he wasn't going to be your punching bag and instead wanted to talk about things to you.

And on the phone he was very gentle. His deep voice was calming every time you tell him about your day or anything that might've upset you. He made you laugh when you wanted to be mad. Maybe he was what you needed and Yoongi was right.

Before you could add on to your previous statement you were cut off by your phone's ringtone. The three of you shared a knowing look before you answered, "Hello?"

"I want to see you," Taehyung said softly as he paced his office staring at the sunset outside his 100th floor window view. You let out a dramatic sigh, "I don't even get a hello back?"

Your two friends scooted closer in curiosity making you try and wave them off. They stuck to you like glue. Taehyung smiled a little on his end, "Hello sweetheart, how's your day going?"

"Oh," you couldn't help to smile as your friend silently gagged at the sweetness, "Pretty boring, nothing to do."

Taehyung bit his lip in thought, "Well I can change that, how does dinner at my place sound?"

"What time?" You asked looking to your friends whose faces lit up at the proposition. They were well rounded gossips.

Taehyung checked the time, "I'll be off in about an hour or so... I'm not sure let's say 7:00?"

You groaned, feeling bored being at Jungkook's with nothing to do, dressed to impress, you needed to do something now, "But I want to see you now."

At that Yoongi rolled his eyes at your impatience but without missing a beat Taehyung offered up, "Well if you want you can come down to my office and wait with me here. We'll go back to mine and have dinner together."

"Okay," you began sitting up, "Then I'll see you in a bit?"

You said your goodbyes and Yoongi laughed. He pointed his pinky up as he mocked you with Jungkook, "Oh you both are so whipped for each other."

"Whatever, someone take me to Taehyung's office," you said already gathering your things expecting someone to drive you without saying please or asking nicely. With a huff Yoongi stood, "I'll drop you off on my way to Jina's. Let's go."

"Wait so you're both leaving me?" Jungkook asked looking back at the two as they rounded toward the door. You waved goodbye and you left with Yoongi.

To say the front desk receptionists were complete taken aback as you stormed into the lobby would be an understatement. From your kitten heels to the mini tennis skirt and fitted cropped knit sweater and the dangle gold earrings. Your hair was pinned back by a hair clip and your lips shined with gloss, you stuck out like a sore thumb in the gray lobby.

You displayed a perfect smile as you approached the front desk, "Hi I'm here to see Kim Taehyung if you don't mind letting him know Y/n L/n is here."

The woman nodded giving you one more look before dialing a number. You heard her talk on the phone, look back at you, nod her head and hang up. She forced a smile on her face, "I'm sorry but his secretary has informed me he's extremely busy today, maybe if you set an appointment you can come back."

You mimicked her smile, "Is that so? Alright, give me one moment." The woman's fake smile didn't falter as you took your phone out and called someone.

"Hey, are you almost here?" Taehyung asked staring down the empty hall where his secretary typed away on her computer.

"I'm downstairs actually," you told him looking back at the receptionist, "But apparently you're extremely busy so I should schedule an appointment to see you another day. Is this how I’m going to be treated every time I come?”

Her smile faltered. There's no way you, dressed the way you were, would be on the phone with her big bad boss who never had any women visit him in the office aside from family. Taehyung's brows furrowed, "Give me a moment I'll come down and get you."

You hung up with an innocent smile on your face as you and the receptionist had a staring contest. Only a couple minutes later did Taehyung reach the lobby and walked over to the front desk.

He pulled you into a hug as he kissed your cheek in greeting. Taehyung looked at the receptionist who looked completely taken back as he wrapped an arm around your waist, "If you don't mind putting her name down just so Y/n won't have to wait down here again."

"Yes of course sir, my apologies," the reception fumbled for a second as she rushed to do as told. Taehyung led you to the elevator and you turned sending the two front desk clerks a perfect wink before disappearing around the corner.

Once in the privacy of the elevator Taehyung pulled you into him. His mouth found yours giving you the second kiss you've had since you met. You were caught off guard but welcomed the action with arms around his neck pulling him closer. He pressed you into the mirrored wall cupping your face in both hands as his brows scrunched together in bliss.

The only thing to pull you away is the final ding of the elevator and you quickly rushed to wipe off your lip gloss from the corners of his mouth. Straight at the end of the wide hall was his office, his secretary posted just outside his door.

She looked over to you two as Taehyung led you down to his office. An idea sparking in your head as you stopped directly in front of her desk, "So, what were you so busy with that I wouldn’t even be able to see you unless I set an appointment?”

Immediately the secretary shrunk behind her computer. Taehyung stood in confusion as he tried to think about it. Turning to his secretary, "Miss Yoona, did the lobby call you a few minutes ago?”

She stood up, "Yes sir, my apologies I'd seen you on your desktop and thought you were in a video conference." You could see her lying through her teeth.

In truth everyone had been confused. You, the way you looked, did not make sense for someone to have business with Kim Taehyung. You don't even seem like his type to them. Taehyung didn't say anything for a moment before taking your hand in his, "Well next time, even if I'm in a meeting let Y/n through. She can always just wait in my office. Don't make the same mistake twice, alright?"

"Yes sir."

You smiled being dragged into his office and immediately threw your arms around him. He lifted you up a little kissing you harder than before. Your relationship had evolved since the last time you saw each other but he wasn't going to forget everything else. He set you back down, "I've just got a few emails to send and then we can head out."

It took about forty minutes for Taehyung to finish up and then the two of you were leaving for the day.

This was the first time you stepped into his apartment looking around and taking everything in. Taehyung was already in the kitchen taking out pots and pans. He rolled the sleeves of his white shirt up and was glancing up at you now and then as you wandered around, "You gonna help me cook tonight?"

"No," you said simply, "I don't know how to."

"You can always learn," Taehyung shrugged as he rinsed some vegetables, "Come here."

You whined, "Tae I'll burn your kitchen down."

"You'll just dice," Taehyung told you sliding a cutting board and nice across the island toward you, "Come on Y/n, we're doing this together."

"Then let's go out to eat, I don't want to dice."

He sent you a look as he waited patiently. Sensing his sudden authoritative behavior you crossed your arms in front of your chest, "You're the one who wanted to cook, not me."

"Yes honey, you're right, but I figured it's something we can do together and you can learn something too," he told you softly. You rolled your eyes, "I don't want to learn anything. I'm fine not knowing how to cook. And if you're going to be like this then I'll just leave."

There you go again. He's learned another thing about you though he really only notices it when you're in a room together. It was that you took the easy way out. Any sign of work or difficulty made you want to give up and he didn't appreciate that. All because he's asking you to spend some quality time cooking together [something you don't want to do] now you want to leave. Sensing his change in demeanor you tried a new tactic.

You wrapped your arms around his waist as he began to cut some steak, "Come on Taehyungie, I'm no good in the kitchen anyway."

"Well you don't even try," he said but he's not sure if he's talking in regards to the cooking or to your unlabeled relationship. You planted a soft kiss on his neck, "Then let's skip dinner and you can see me try and make it up to you in other ways."

He let out a sigh, "Not tonight."

          "I hate him."

"Sure you do," Jungkook chuckled as he dug into his lunch, "Why do you hate him this time?"

"I've never met a man who doesn't want to have sex," you said honestly. You sat with your two best friends in a private section for lunch. The restaurant sat you in a secluded booth hidden behind an aquarium wall.

You sounded desperate but you didn't care. You've never met a guy who turns down your advances and you hated that. If he could just give you what you want, that'd be great. Yoongi shrugged as he said, "Maybe he's trying to actually connect with you before having sex."

"Why?" You asked, "I'm already into him, he's into me, I don't get it. I'm not asking him to prove he likes me."

"Yes but maybe he's just not the type of guy to sleep with someone until he's sure of them," Yoongi added watching both you and Jungkook stare at him in confusion.

"Think about it, you say you had a rough start with each other because of the first date and all. Maybe he wants to prove he's genuinely interested in going out with you but he wants to make sure you know what you're getting yourself into with him too," Yoongi told you, "He's making you work for it by making you wait. I told you he's right for you, the only guy to never give in to you right away."

"He's a better man than me," Jungkook joked as he stuffed his mouth with food, "The second Y/n complains I do whatever it takes to shut her up." You hit his arm and he laughed.

You shook your head at what Yoongi was telling you, "Well I don't like it."

"When do you see him again?" Jungkook asked you.

"Tonight, we're going out for drinks with a couple of his friends but it's weird. He hasn't even asked me to be his girlfriend yet but treats me like one. I don't get him at all."

"You should make him jealous," Jungkook told you with a shrug of his shoulders as Yoongi shook his head in disapproval, "I bet that'll make him move quicker."

So, despite knowing you should listen to what Yoongi had said over lunch, you went with Jungkook's idea.

You and Taehyung were currently at the lounge bar he was meeting his friends at. You sat in a booth with his arm around you as he talked with his friends.

You were bored of their conversation about stocks. You couldn't stop thinking about what Jungkook had said. Taehyung's being super unfair to you. He makes you think he has feelings for you then does things like refuse to sleep with you all because you told him you weren't going to help him cook.

You didn't care if it made you sound desperate or easy. You knew what you wanted and that was him so what gives him the right to make you work for it?

Taehyung watched you stand up abruptly, his arm falling away from you, "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to get myself a drink," you told him not waiting for him to respond before you left.

"So how's it going in La La Land with the princess?" Jimin asked Taehyung as he watched you disappear through the crowd to the bar. Taehyung turned back to face his friends, "Can you refrain from making comments like that? We're fine."

"You know, I've always heard she's difficult," Jin added making Taehyung glare at him.

"Y/n's not difficult," he told them all, "She's just young and has some maturing to do. She's actually very sweet and easy to talk to when you get to know her."

It's true, he genuinely believes it but he also knows how hard it could be to deal with you when you're on your high horse. That's the only reason he hasn't put into words how badly he wants to make it official with you. He doesn't think you're ready for the sort of commitment he's willing to give. If he's with you he's not going to just give you whatever you want because you're acting out. He's not going to let you take the easy way out. He's going to make you communicate your needs and wants to him and help you separate them.

You might want everything in the world [and he'll give it to you] but not if you snap at him anytime he does something you don't like. The way you got irritated when he refused to skip dinner and have fun with you instead had been comical. He'd been two seconds away from ditching it all together till you snapped at him and stormed out of his apartment. When he called you later that night all you said in regards to dinner and storming off was, 'Well nobody can make me do something I don't want to do.'

"I'm gonna go check on Y/n," Taehyung muttered after checking the time. You'd been gone for a while now and he went straight to the bar to find you.

When he couldn't see you he had to walk around a bit wondering if you'd gotten lost in the thick crowd of people. He hadn't expected to find you with someone else.

Taehyung stood back watching feeling a slight tinge of something in his chest. His jaw clenched at the sight of your hand on the guy's arm. His mind did not stray elsewhere as he stormed over to where you were, not uttering out a single word.

The guy you were talking to glares up at him at the sudden change in air with his arrival. He chuckled, "Mind backing off man? I'm talking here."

You didn't say anything staring at Taehyung as he stood directly in front of the stranger you’ve been chatting with. He had stopped you on your way back to the table with your drink and he fell as your perfect victim. You were going to listen to what Jungkook said and make him jealous. Taehyung's eyes bored into the guy's, "It'd be better if you walk away."

"Oh come on Tae," you smiled feigning innocence, "We were just talking."

"Whoa are you two together?" The guy asked looking back to you. At the same time both you and Taehyung answered him.

"Yes."

"No."

The guy chuckled, "Alright so you're not?"

"Not that I know of," you shrugged knowing that Taehyung was staring at you now. You were getting under his skin and you liked it, maybe then he'll stop being so nonchalant and give you a reaction.

Taehyung smiled, "Fine Y/n, if you want to stand here and talk to him then I'll give you exactly what you want and leave you to it."

He walked away.

It took you a total of .03 seconds to chase after him in regret, "Tae wait—"

"No, you want to act like a little girl fine by me but I won't keep taking it," he didn't stop, "You want to talk to other guys and say we aren't together, whatever I won't keep trying since you clearly aren't."

"You haven't asked me to be your girlfriend."

"Because I don't have to!" Taehyung snapped at you over the loud music, "We're adults Y/n. We go on dates, we kiss and hug and talk on the phone all fucking day. We're very public too, everyone knows we're together but you."

"You want me to give in to everything you want but when I ask you for something you can't do it," Taehyung scoffed. He was annoyed now and he needed some space. He was making his way over to the empty hall where the restrooms would be, you still hot on his trail. This was the first time you’ve ever heard him snap.

"I ask you to go to an event with me and you complain you don't have the right dress so we go out and get you one," he started to list off his reasons, "I want to enjoy the night with you but because you're in a bad mood we don't talk at all through that night."

"I call and tell you I'd like to have dinner together and you say you don't cook. You say you don't want to have quality time with me," Taehyung said, "Then you storm off and tell me over the phone that nobody is going to make you do what you don't want to do."

"You're the one who's not trying to be in a relationship with me," Taehyung said, "From the very beginning. So just give me some space right now."

You didn't listen following him into the men's washroom not caring if anyone was in there. Thankfully for you, there wasn't. It was a fancy bathroom with cement walls separating each stall and when he turned to glare at you, you pushed him into one. He looked taken back as he hit the wall. You stood in front of him, "I want to be with you."

He didn't say anything. You let out a sigh before continuing, "I want to be with you Taehyung but you just make me so mad when you don't give me what I want."

"So what is that you want?" Taehyung asked slightly turned on by way you just pushed him up against the wall despite your smaller stature. The fact you were going to express to him your needs instead of just getting mad at him for not giving in right away. He liked that. He wanted to communicate.

You stomped your heeled foot softly, "I want you. I want to be with you but you're so mean."

"How?" Taehyung asked, "Because I don't let you walk all over me? Because I don't give you everything you want right away? Because I genuinely want us to work? Tell me what you want and I'll do it right now... but only if you tell me with words instead of just expecting me to know."

"I want you..." you repeated in a whisper making him sigh. Without another word, you watched him drop to his knees on the surprisingly clean floor.

"You want me?" Taehyung asked double checking, "Fine, I'll give you what you want but I don't want to hear you whine that it's too much.

His fingers ran over the waist of your dress and you nodded in excitement. Finally, finally, he was going to just give you what you've wanted since the first time you saw him even if you would never admit it. Taehyung was sliding his hand under your fitted mini dress groaning already, "Are you serious?"

"What?" You asked biting your lip as he glared up at you. He shook his head, his hand feeling your bare pussy, "You're not wearing any underwear and you wanted to talk to other guys tonight? Seriously?"

"I wanted to make you jealous," you said honestly, a gasp leaving your lips when his hand swiped between your folds, "So that you could g—give me what I wanted."

"And this is what you wanted?" He pulled your dress up scooting closer so that his face was only centimeters away from your parted legs. One of his hands held your waist while the other worked to separate your legs. He collected wetness from your entrance and used it to rub your clit, your knees twitched with the wave of warmth that came over you, "Yes, please."

You leaned back against the stall's wall and placed your hand on his head to brace yourself so you could guide him to where you needed him most. All those times he's been stern with you have done nothing but get under your skin and leave you turned on. He laughed, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder.

He laughed, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder. "You're a needy little thing, aren't you?" He chuckled, "that's fine. I'll give you what you want but don't get used to it." Your head fell back against the wall as his lips met your centre, he started off with small kitten licks keeping a tight grip on your thigh as it rested on his shoulders. He was teasing in the way he barely licked at your entrance and before you could tell at him that you wanted more he pulled your clit into his mouth. Your lips drew apart in a quiet moan as he toyed with your clit using his tongue to swirl it around. His lips sucked around it, the tip of his tongue hitting the tip of your clit as he made you grind against his face.

Your hands pushed his head closer to you, Taehyung eagerly sucking on your clit as his free hand began to swiped along your folds. He pushed the tip of his middle finger into your entrance while his mouth worked your sensitive spot. He looked up at you, his mouth never giving up, as he watched your body ripple in waves of pleasure that only he could give you. His mouth went back to your clit and his middle finger crooked upwards to rub your G-spot. A second finger quickly joined the first as you moaned, "Tae, please, I want more."

Neither one of you seemed to care about the fact that you were in the men's washroom. He let out another chuckle at your whine as he lifted his head, "you gotta be quiet baby or else I stop."

You grunted in frustration, "Then give me more." He shook his head and pulled away again, "What did I say? You aren't going to boss me around Y/n, now take what I give you and bring your voice down."

He smiled when you shied back into his touch, "Good girl," he said smacking your clit lightly in praise. He went back to his task in earnest, paying careful attention to your body as he went on. He felt you fluttered around him and it only made him work quicker. He was now fully kneeled between your legs, his mouth gliding over to your wet cunt leaving open mouth kisses against your heat. His fingers working overtime feeling you shudder and his tongue lapped up whatever slick his fingers pushed out of you.

Feeling your walls begin to crumble you pulled on his hair, "So close." And just like that, just those two words and he is pulling away despite your cries.

He stood up on his feet pulling your dress down for you as you fought against his hold, "Stop Y/n, look at me."

"Why? I was so close!" You whined kicking your foot in a fit. Taehyung opened the door looking out to make sure nobody was there. He's sure people heard you two but as long as they didn't see your faces he didn't care. He pulled you out, "Because of your little stunt you did to make me jealous. If you want me to give you what you want then I gotta know I'm getting something too."

"This isn't going to be a one sided relationship," he told you leading you out the restroom, "And I want you to be my girlfriend but I need you to know that you won't always get what you want. I want to give you the world Y/n, I really do, but only if you show me that you're willing to make sacrifices for me too."

"I will!" You said as he cut through the crowds of people making a beeline to the door, "But I was so close!"

"You think you deserved it? You think you can flirt with other guys in my face and it'll get you what you want with no consequences?" He asked turning to you for a quick moment, "I'm sorry baby but that's not how it works."

"Are we leaning?" You asked, the wetness between your legs getting uncomfortable as your orgasm had been taken from you just moments ago, "What about your friends?"

namjoon: u ditched us but I'm sure u got a good reason ;)

So evidently, he's reminded yet again of two things.

The first? That you were a huge brat who threw a big fit in the car for being left mid orgasm in the bathroom and dragged out.

Second, that you did in fact always get what you want.

"Y/N, you can't be serious..." He wanted to say but he couldn't. Not with you playfully nipping the erection through his clothes and making a whimper escape his lips in the process. "Y/N...fuck, can't you just wait? You're always so... needy."

You pulled down his pants and boxershorts, his hard cock springing upwards - only inches away from your face. You didn't care if the two of you were currently in the elevator on the way up to your floor. Luckily, you lived in a penthouse which meant there was a lot of time waiting in the elevator. Instantly, you placed your lips around his tip when he made no physical effort to stop you, making him close his eyes and breathe deeply. He didn't actually want you to stop, he liked that you took what you wanted especially if it was him.

"Baby, please..." Taehyung began to softly pet your head, before he couldn't stand the pressure anymore - he'd ball a fist in your hair, pulling your mouth closer to thrust into it. Your tongue circled around his head licking down the vein on the underside of his hard length. His head was thrown back, taking it all in, or well, having you take it all in. He can't imagine being in this situation with someone else. He can't imagine [doesn't want to] you doing this with someone else. He was the one for you the same as you were the one for him.

"Fuck..." he whispered as he heared you try to surpress your gag reflex, his cock being way too big for being shoved your throat. Looking up at the floor number making sure there was still time and also praying nobody came in. You didn't care,you'd keep on going, head moving up and down fast until he was satisfied.

You looked up as you clenched your fingers around his member, while still enthusiastically sucking him as if you wanted to milk him dry. The way you looked at him made him want to cover that pretty face of yours into his cum and let you know exactly who's in charge in the bedroom—or elevator?

That none of those other guys that have been able to handle your attitude know what to do with you. That only he will be the one to give you what you want and need.

"Wait!" he panted. "God, Y/N... wait!"

Ding.

You were on your floor. Before the doors opened you were helping him tuck himself back into his jeans and he was urging you out of the elevator. His hand on your lower back as his body walked closely behind yours. "Oh, you're such a brat," was his firm response to the whole fiasco, as he watched you swipe your key card. He began to fondle your breasts turning you in his arms to face him as you entered your apartment. He pushed you against the wall and you could feel his hard on against your stomach as he wrapped your legs around his waist hoisting you up.

"Where?" He asked pressing his lips against yours. You pointed toward your bedroom and he was taking off in that direction. The  kiss was needy, hungry and full of want from the both of you. Taehyung set you down on the bed never once taking his mouth off you as he crawled over you. He was tugging on your dress at the ends until a clear tearing sound was heard. You bit your lip helping him shake you from the confines of fabric while pulling on the buttons of his shirt until it split open.

"You couldn't wait the two minutes it took to get here?" He asks groping at your exposed chest. You'd gone without a bra or underwear so when he tore into the dress it was like opening a present. His pants are uncomfortably tight with need as he buried his face into your breasts.

"Such a fucking brat," he exhales, tugging a nipple roughly between his teeth as his hand squeezed the soft flesh, "You know it too. Always know how to get what you want."

"I know," you said, grinning in anticipation as your hands traveled along his back, "But you like it."

He doesn't say anything for a moment, his fingers find your little clit between your legs still sensitive from his earlier ministrations where he left you high and dry—or wet in this case.

"I do," he groaned loving the way your face contorts with the pleasure he's giving you, "I love it so fucking much baby. Makes me wanna out you in your place."

"Then do it... Daddy," you bit your lip as the words left your mouth. He froze for a second, the word sending a ripple of arousal down his body. You were his baby and now you were calling him that. His little brat. But you've just made a huge mistake addressing him as such. His thumb speeds up. Your hands tighten around his shoulder, your head pressed against your pillows as your mouth drew open in a moan as he draws you closer and closer to the edge. His lips pressed against yours in a hungry kiss that had you so close to the edge.

And then again, he stops. You whine out in outrage, eyes flying open as you stomped around on your bed, "Oh my god! Taehyung!"

"Nuh uh," he tsks. "Let's try it again, what's my name?"

You turned away from him in disobedience. His free hand cupped your chin forcing you to look at him, "Be a good girl and tell me what's my name."

You bit into your tongue to keep you from calling him as such since he'd just ruined your orgasm for a second time. Instead, you snuck your hand between your bodies and went to your own core only for the hand that had been playing with your pussy to stop you. He's going to fuck you, no question about it, but do you deserve it after everything you've put him through?

"I'm gonna tell you this," he gripped your wrist watching you squirm, "If you don't behave, you don't get to cum. So listen to daddy, alright?"

"No," you said defiantly and it made your cunt leak as you continued to disobey. His dark expression didn't falter, "Listen here you little brat. If you want me to give you what you want then you're going to cooperate. This isn't going to be one way."

You still refused. It wasn't until you felt him begin to retract did you claw at him, "Wait Taehyung, plea—"

"Nuh uh. Don't call me Taehyung," he warned, "Don't get shy on me now. What did you call me earlier?"

Finally giving up on the attitude you let out a sigh. "... Please, daddy. I promise I'll be good."

That makes his insides melt, tugging down his jeans and briefs he kicks them off freeing the hardened cock you'd been teasing in the elevator. He grasps your chin softly this time and leans in, kissing your nose affectionately. "Good girl."

He lines himself up with your entrance and gently, he pushed in. You both should have probably checked for protection but in the heat of the moment it slipped from your minds. You'd both been only talking to each other for weeks and you were loyal to it and so was he. He waits a moment for your walks to stop tightening around him attempting to push him back out. Once your body is used to his girth, with a hold on your hips he drags himself out and in one go thrusts forward.

"Mmm," he groans into your neck, his body pressed against roughly against his as his hips began a steady pace thrusting into you, "So tight baby, am I making you feel good?"

"S-so good daddy," you moaned hiding your face in his neck as well letting your tongue lick along his skin, "But I wanna cum. 'M gonna cu—"

It wasn't your fault. You'd been worked up since the club and considering you haven't been with anyone else and he's refused to fuck you till now you're beyond frustrated. It made you turn sweet.  "I'm sorry," you huff. "For being a brat and mouthing off and being bad... Or whatever but I wanna cum, please!"

"Not yet baby," he growled knowing that if you came now he'd have to get out and he was having too much fun fucking you right now. But the second he told you no it's like your switch flipped again. You had been sweet so he gives you what you want and he's still keeping it from you.

"You can't tell me when I can and can't cum," you said rolling your eyes and bucking your hips quicker, "I can do whatever I want."

With a deep grunt he snuck his hand under your arched back forcing you off the bed. Your legs hugged his waist as he sat you down on his thighs sitting on his haunches for support. Like that his hands gripped the roundness of your ass and lifted you up, "Oh you can? Let me hear it then. Say it again."

You tried to sink onto his cock again but his hold was tight keeping you from doing so. You were whining now as you wiggled, "Tae!"

Smack.

You jumped as he slapped your ass making sure you don't get more than just his tip, "Come on say it. Say you can do whatever you want and let's see if that's true."

"Ta—" Smack.

You groaned now close to tears as he kept you from cumming until finally, you listened.

"Please daddy," you cupped his face making him look at your rounded eyes, "Please I need you."

Mmm. He was crumbling, his cock twitched at the softness of your touch. So sweet and caring, you really were. His sweet girl.

"You need me?" He grunts, letting you slide down his length slowly. "Thought I couldn't tell you when you can and can't cum?"

"Please, please, please," you whimper, "Please, daddy, I need you." He liked that. He liked that it wasn't you wanting him like you want other things. It was you needing him.

"God, I love you," he confesses breathlessly, bouncing you on his cock letting you take control of the speed and force. He hasn't meant to say it but it slipped out and he would never take back something that was true. Especially not when it had you screaming as he held you down taking his entire length rutting into you back and forth hitting every nerve in your pussy making you see stars. You didn't even give a warning as you came undone impaled on his cock.

His eyes squeezed shut urging every muscle in his body to hold back from cumming in your tight walls feeling you tremble in his bare hug. And just when he thought you were finished, you pried his hands off you scooting out of his grip and falling into the bed. He had no time to process it as you made your way over and swallowed his hard dick in your mouth.

He grunts, low and animalistic in when he cums. A hand in your hair as you swallowed load after load of thick, creamy release in your mouth.

"Holy shit," he gasped out releasing your hair carefully as he swallowed back heaves of air panting. His hair was stuck to his face from sweating and he looked down at you breathing through his mouth. You were sliding your lips off his softening cock as his hand combed your hair back affectionately. You licked at the corners of your mouth where a little bit of cum has dribbled out and stared up at him.

Without thinking he leaned forward for a kiss dropping you back down onto your back. He fell on to your side caressing your face as his eyes locked with yours, "Do you know what this means?"

"What?" You asked looking back at him. Your eyes fluttered shut when he placed soft kisses on your neck.

"This means, I'm your boyfriend," he muttered hugging your stomach, "If you'll have me that is. If you don't think I'm too mean."

"I do think you're too mean," you told him honestly wrapping a hand around the arm thrown over your stomach, "But I like it and I like you. Does this mean we're dating?"

"We have been dating," he tells you snuggling further into you, "But this is me trying to make it official honey."

        By morning you woke up a little earlier than him. You shook him until he was rolling off you with a grunt and it took more effort to wake him.

"Baby," he whined rolling back onto you, "Sleep just a little longer."

"I'm not tired," you said sitting up shaking him, "Come on wake up."

He could hear the attitude in your voice but he refused. You leaned over to whisper in his ear, "Please daddy?"

His eyes shot open looking back to you as you feigned innocence through your eyes. You smiled, "Let's get showered and then have breakfast."

"I don't want to go out for breakfast, I just want to stay in," he sighed finally trying to wake up a little.

"Please?" You asked again, "I want you to teach me how to make pancakes."

"You want to cook?" He looked visibly taken back. This is not how your last conversation on cooking went. You nodded your head laughing a little at how clearly confused he seemed.

You see. You weren't always a brat. You were sweet and gentle after you got what you wanted. And he'll always give it to you even if he makes you work for it. He smirked pointing at his cheek, "Give me a kiss here and I'll be up."

Doing one better, you kissed him softly on the lips making his heart race. Oh god you were hot and cute at the same time. He can already tell his future with you would be exciting, and now he has someone to introduce his grandparents to.

"Okay let's go shower."

::.

this is 100% Tae in the first car scene after the banquet when he told Y/n no

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Hotel room

pairing : husband!jungkook x f.reader

genre : SMUT, fluff

warnings : slight dry humping, penetration, unprotected sex, LOVE MAKING, pet names, marking, they’re cute asf

words count : 1.5k

A/N : hello lovely people, here again I’m posting. I’m sorry if it’s annoying? 💀 well, another husband!jk fic. Please, take care of yourselves everyone. I hope you’ll like this fic. REMINDER: POOR ENGLISH. - sunny

FEEDBACKS ARE VERY VERY WELCOMED

M RATED

“wow! It’s so … fancy!” you gasped excited as you entered the luxurious hotel suite Jungkook booked for the both of you.

You took some days off to spend some time together since you’re always working and seeing each other not so often.

Often meant only when he comes home earlier than usual and eat diner with you. You couldn’t even finish a movie without one of you passing out on the couch from how exhausted you were.

So here you were in this splendid hotel room.

The floor to ceiling windows of this luxury room were one the many things you loved the most.

The idea of admiring the sunrise and sunset made you smiled, such a beautiful sight. Or watch the dark, calm and empty roads of the city at night from your hotel suite situated at the upper floors of the hotel.

The bed was huge, the walls were a pretty shade of dark beige, it made the place kind of warm and especially… romantic by how the deep red roses petals were withered on the bed and the little candles randomly disposed in the room.

Your cheeks heated up as you turned around to look at your husband “Jungkook.” you started softly playing with your fingers.

“that’s so .. beautiful. thank you”.

Your husband scratched the back of his head timidly, his ears turning red as he looked at the bed behind you.

“it’s nothing.” he said shyly.

You smiled looking down.

He cleared his voice as he approached the window.

“it’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

You walked to him looking at the sun ready to disappear behind the tall buildings.

“yes it is.” you replied happily.

“But not as beautiful as you.” he said cheekily.

“oh my god shut up.” you gasped hiding your flustered face behind your hands.

He chuckled taking your hands in his gently “i love you.” he whispered.

“I love you too.” you smiled.

Jungkook bent down slowly, his lips enveloping yours into a soft kiss. His hands found your hips pulling you closer to him.

You cupped his face gently as you smiled into the kiss.

He broke the kiss, caressing your sides.

“I’m happy we can spend time together for more than 5 hours.” he said laughing making you laugh too.

"yea, this week I’ll have the chance to wake up with my husband next to me.” you smiled softly.

He chuckled before pecking your lips. You pulled him back, wanting to kiss him more. You missed him. And so did he.

You threw your arms around his neck as he cupped your cheeks pinning you on the big window gently.

The cold glass made goosebumps raise on your skin.

“Jungkook” you moaned softly.

He hummed pushing his body on yours “baby.. I need you.” he breathed out grinding his crotch on you.

You could feel his growing erection pressed against your lower stomach.

“I need you too.” you admitted as your husband picked you up, his hands under your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his thin waist.

The sun was already saying his goodbye when Jungkook walked to the bed as you kept on kissing each other passionately.

He sat on the edge of the bed, you straddling his lap. Your hands wandered down his neck, fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt.

His hands were resting on your thighs, caressing your soft skin.

You started unbuttoning his shirt impatiently as you broke the kiss breathlessly. Jungkook’s hands were getting higher to the hem of your dress. 

He rose the delicate fabric off your body, throwing it away on the floor, where his shirt was already lying.

“you’re so pretty darling.” Jungkook said biting his bottom lip, his fingertips dancing on your lacy bra.

His lips found your neck, leaving soft kisses on the sensitive skin before sucking on it, his tongue warm against your throat.

“Jungkook” you threw your head back as you started grinding down on him feeling his boner.

You pressed yourself down harder on him trying to feel the little friction you’re looking for. Your husband groaned at the pressure. “you’re driving me crazy baby.”

He switched position, laying you on your back as as he hovered you. The rose petals around you making you look like a goddess to him, so ethereal.

He admired the little marks he left on your neck for a moment before feeling your hands on his belt trying to unbuckle it.

“impatient?” he chuckled as he helped you unbuckle the belt.

He got rid of the rest of his clothes, freeing his painful erection from his confinement. You gulped, feeling these familiar little sparkles in your lower stomach.

Jungkook spread your legs making room for him to lay in-between them.

His fingers caressed their ways up to the hem of your panties pulling of them slightly, a silent request to give him the permission to take it off.

You nodded raising your hips up a bit to help him slide the underwear down your legs. He then bent down, biting lightly on the flesh of your thigh earning a loud moan from you. 

“you sound so good baby.” he whispered as his lips reached your tummy.

“so beautiful for me.“ he hummed as he kept on leaving open mouth kisses up to your collarbones.

You grabbed his face between your hands pulling him in a sweet kiss as he aligned himself at your entrance.

He rubbed the tip of his cock teasingly on your clit making you shiver.

“babe stop teasing.“ you whined.

”may I? “ he asked playfully making you roll your eyes.

“please?” you pursed your lips making him smile.

“don’t have to ask me twice.”

Jungkook entered you slowly, making sure not to hurt you.

You groaned at the painful yet delicious stretch. He checked on you asking if you were ok as he noticed the way you furrowed your eyebrows in an uncomfortable way.

“I’m fine. Please keep going.” you looked up at him smiling at how caring he was.

Jungkook started moving in and out of you slowly, picking up the pace when he saw the way you bit your bottom lip in a way to not make a noise.

“baby let me hear you.” he said, hand cupping your cheek gently as he bent down to put his forehead on yours.

You gripped on his shoulder tightly when he snapped his hips into yours suddenly making you cry out his name. “Fuck! Jungkook!”.

He couldn’t take his eyes off your face. You looked so pretty under him, forehead covered with little beads of sweat, eyes half-open, moaning his name loudly.

He gripped one of your thigh, placing it on his hip as he thrusted into you slowly making sure to feel your warm walls contracting around him everytime he hit your g-spot.

“fuck!! don’t stop! Just right there!”

Your husband bit his bottom lip hard, the flesh turning white. Your fingernails were buried deep into the flesh of his scratched back.

“You feel so good!” He moaned loudly as he felt you tighten around him.

“so warm and f-fuck!”

You threw your head back deep into the pillow as you felt your high coming.

“I’m so near.” you moaned grabbing on his bicep tightly.

“I got you baby.” he kissed your lips, his hand travelling down between your bodies until it reached your bud of nerves.

He drew little circles on your clit with his thumb lazily making you arch your back off the mattress.

You closed your eyes shut as his name left your throat loudly.

The way your walls keep convulsing around him made your husband feel lightheaded as he dropped his head on your chest, his breathing unsteady.

You pulled on his hair as he rode your orgasm.

Jungkook didn’t take much time to come inside you, his warm cum filling you up to the brim.

He collapsed on your sweaty body, his head buried into the crook of his neck.

“wow.” he said breathless after a moment.

“that was .. awesome.” you laughed before sighing pleasantly.

Jungkook looked up at you smiling, caressing your hair gently before picking up the delicate petal tangled in your hair.

He put it on your nose still smiling“what are you doing Kook?” you laughed making the petal fall back on the bed.

“you’re so pretty.” he pecked your lips before nudging his nose with yours.

“I love you.”

”I love you too my love“.

Jungkook laid next to you, your head on his chest, his arms holding you close to him. 

The moonlight lighting up the room was enough to see his features. He was so beautiful.

The sky was adorned with stars, the full moon hidden behind a little cloud.

”this is so beautiful." you said pointing toward the large window.

Your husband hummed. “but not as-”

“ah ah shut up.” you interrupted him before he could finish his flirtatious words. 

Jungkook laughed before agreeing. “yes it’s really beautiful”.

“thank you again babe.” you whispered.

You left a soft kiss on his neck before laying back on his chest. He hugged you tightly, keeping you close to him not wanting to let you go. 

The last thing you heard were his slow heartbeats and his sweet voice telling you how much he loved you.

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A/N : gosh I love writing soft smut 😩 I’m so sorry I’m kinda romantic sometimes 😭 anyways, husband!jungkook is the best. Have a nice weekend luvs :) - sunny

Body chain

pairing : husband idol!jungkook x f.reader

genre : smut, fluff

warnings : making out, oral (f. receiving), teasing, penetration, unprotected sex, pet names, praising, marking, size kink, creampie

words count : 1.3k

A/N : honestly, I think it’s the worst thing I ever wrote 💀. BUT DAMN, my obsession with body chains ughh,, Jungkook looks so good with body chain gosh. I want him. And I really need some help for sure. OH BEFORE I FORGOT! thank you so much for 1k 😭 I LOVE Y’ALL!! -sunny

M RATED

Jungkook took his shirt off, throwing it on the carpeted floor revealing his well-built body.

Bending down to capture your lips in a loving kiss, he caressing your cheek gently before looking down at your flustered face.

“you’re so pretty like that, under me.” he whispered, a smile decorating his lips.

Jungkook just came back from his performance practice feeling a bit needy. He missed you all day and he couldn’t wait to come home to you.

He kneeled between your bare legs, about to take off the shiny body chain adorning his body as you gripped his wrist stopping him.

He looked down at you confused. “keep the chain.” you said, lust already fogging your mind.

"please?”

"If that’s what you want. ” he smirked.

The silver accessory complimented his smooth skin so damn well, he was just breathtaking.

Just something so simple could turn you on.

You grazed your fingertips over it slowly as Jungkook observed your fascinated face.

"do you want one?” he grinned wiggling his eyebrows to tease you.

“oh shut up.” you slapped his chest playfully.

He laughed before holding your hands.

“I’ll let you wear it later, I’m sure it’ll suit you so well.” he bit his lip picturing your bare body with the chain on.

You sat up, wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him closer, “c’mere.” you kissed his cheek.

His arms encircled you immediately as he laid you down hovering above you.

He caressed your sides, fingers playing with the waistband of you panties looking at you for consent.

“go on.”

His soft lips wandered on your neck, goosebumps raising as he kissed his way down your body, his hands worked on pulling your panties off your legs.

He sucked lightly on the skin of your lower stomach leaving a pretty mark there making you bite your bottom lip, the sensation down there waking butterflies up inside you.

Jungkook spread your legs, laying down on his stomach as he stared at your glistening lips.

“all of this because of me.” he left a light kiss on your core making you whimper.

“so sensitive.”

Jungkook placed one of your leg over his broad shoulder, hand gripping it tightly.

He bit on the inside of your thigh slightly leaving love bites, pecking them gently as he got closer to where you needed him the most.

He looked up at you one last time before diving in, head disappearing in between your legs.

He kitten licked your throbbing clit making you moan, his name leaving your mouth as sweet as honey.

His tongue flat on your fold as he inserted the tip inside you making you gripped the sheet as he push in deeper before pulling out to suck on your clit making you cry out his name.

“Jungkook oh my- it feels so good! Don’t stop fu-”

He did as told making you feel dizzy your climax so near.

Nibbling gently on your clit, it was the last straw as you came, moaning his name loudly chest heaving up and down.

Jungkook pulled away watching you in awe, his chin covered with your essence.

He caressed your thigh softly to soother you down a bit.

“you good baby?” you nodded before pulling on his loose chain gently to get him down on you.

“you like it that much, huh?” he looked down at your fingers still on the bright accessory.

“yes a lot.” you admitted.

Jungkook impatiently stripped off quickly, boxer discarded somewhere on the floor, making you get rid of your bra, before he positioned himself between your legs.

He teased your entrance with the tip of his cock making you whined “Jungkook please”.

He looked down at you, tilting his head to the side smirking.

“you’re ready pretty?” he rubbed his erection teasingly between your glistening fold.

Hand gripping the back of his neck, you pulled him down for an another slow kiss.

"i want you..hurry!”

Jungkook hooked your leg around his hip as he slowly entered you. The stretch painful yet pleasurable.

"can I move darling?” you nodded, your hands going up to his broad shoulders.

He started thrusting into you carefully, slowly enjoying the sensual moment.

The atmosphere was so warm, your surroundings gradually disappearing more and more as you both focus on each other.

Jungkook groaned as he felt your warm velvety walls clench around him.

“you feel so good around me love. so warm fuck.. you’re taking me so well, such a good girl.” he moaned into your ear, his voice low yet so sweet turning you on even more.

You could feel a tickling sensation, the cold silver accessory stroking the soft skin of you stomach everytime Jungkook’s hips snap into yours.

You moaned at the new sensation clenching around him involuntary.

Your body was really sensitive and reactive.

One of your hand flew to his hair, the other one travelling to his lower back, fingers fumbling with the chain.

Jungkook hummed against your throat.

You bit his earlobe a bit hard as the chain grazed over your nipple making you clench around him.

“you weren’t lying when you said you liked it huh. You give it more attention than me.” he teased, eyebrows furrowed the pleasure consuming him more and more.

"stop saying nonsense.” you sucked on his jawline softly making him groan at the warm feeling of your tongue caressing the skin.

You chuckled as he kiss his way down your chest, sucking little marks on the valley of your breasts.

You pulled at his black hair when he suddenly hit your sweet spot.

"yes right there!” you threw your head back.

Jungkook shifted himself a bit so he could hit deeper.

“shit baby you’re so- so tight.” he moaned as you tightened around him again.

He looked deeply into your eyes.

"you feel so good baby.. so fucking good.” he kissed your lips, sucking on your bottom lip making you scratched his back when you felt his hand on your stomach pressing on the bulge in your lower stomach.

"look at you.. so small we can see my cock.” he said with a deep voice, making you looked down between your bodies.

His words made goosebumps raised on your skin.

“Jungkook.. I’m so close.” you said breathless.

He gave gentle thrusts, abusing your g-spot, tears forming in your eyes.

“Me too. I’m gonna- fuck!" Jungkook cursed his face twisting into pleasure.

His nose scrunched up in pleasure, a sensual groan left his throat as he came inside you, the feeling of his hot cum filling you up to the brim pushing you to the edge of your own release.

"cum for me princess.” he said rubbing little circles on your throbbing clit making your walls convulsed around him.

You threw your head back deep into the pillows moaning his name loudly, a tear sliding down your cheek the pleasure too hard to handle, as you came around him.

Jungkook rocked his hips slowly, riding out your highs, before finally pulling out, his warm cum slowly oozing out of you.

“I love you.” Jungkook kissed your temple, laying next to you.

“I love you.” you said softly.

He pulled you closer to him and place your head on his chest.

He caressed your hair gently, your hand sliding down his stomach to the body chain toying with it.

Jungkook chuckled before sitting up.

"what is it?” you asked confused.

He took off the accessory turning you to the side so he could put it on you.

“so ..pretty.” he licked his lips, eyes twinkling.

“it suits you better tho.” you pouted.

He shook his head in disapproval before hugging you tightly.

"shh.” he put the blanket over the both of you.

“you should wear it more often.. you’re so sexy with it.” you cuddled him kissing his cheek.

“if it turns you on that much ..then I’ll wear it everyday.” he smirked making you roll your eyes.

—

A/N : i feel like this fic was weird written 💀

next door - jjk

pairing: yandere jungkook x female reader

minors dni !!

genre:smut, fluff, fluff, fluff… mostly pwp

warnings: soft yandere, dom jungkook, sub reader, voyeurism, obsession, stalking?, sex against a wall, mentions of sexual harrasment (? its very very brief), reader has a praise kink, masturbation, videos of jungkook’s dick, jungkook likes to please reader. 

word count: 4.8k

summary: Jungkook is obsessed with you. All because of some badly designed architecture and house planning, he’d do anything for you, and when he sees you struggling to orgasm, he takes matters into his own hands… or camera. 

a/n: i have more ideas for this couple and i’ll think i’ll end up writing them as a mini collection. also i think about Jungkook’s tattoos 24/7.

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Our Not So Secret Secret | JJK

Pairing: Athlete!fuckboy!Jungkook x smart ass!female!Reader

Genre: College AU, E2L, Athlete AU, smut, fluff

Word count: 20k

Synopsis:

When someone learns that Jungkook has been secretly keeping a puppy in his room despite not being allowed to, he turns to ask the only other person who knows about his secret for help. And suddenly you two—who had long been bitter enemies—get very close.

A/n: So, here it is. I really tried to make this my best fic yet, and I think it turned out to my standards. You will definitely notice that I experimented with my writing throughout the story—I divided it up into smaller chapters that will eventually make up the overall story. Anyway, enjoy this sweet story of two college students who turn from enemies to lovers. Oh, and Bam also makes a few appearances!

The Bar

"And then he pulled out a toothbrush, Y/n, a toothbrush." In response, the man in front of you took another shot while grumbling and moaning into his hands.

Your best friend Jimin was what most people referred to as the "it boy" of your college; He had the perfect physique, nice thick hair, and the temperament of an actual angel. He was, to put it mildly, flawless.

While you giggled at your best friend's hookup tales, the sweet taste of your drink lingered in your tongue. Before he revealed his sexual orientation to you, of course, Jimin had both boys and girls in the palm of his hand and even you had a brief crush on him.

"He used a toothbrush to fuck you?" You enquire of him as to the circumstances. Jimin nodded and self-consciously frowned without saying a word. He spoke up again, this time with a little more seriousness, and his lips mimicked pouting. "The dude was smoking hot, but god, he was engaged in some strange fetishism."

Putting your drink down on the bar counter after you had chugged the remainder, you started to losen up a bit.

Because it wasn't a particularly popular bar, —which was pretty plain with multicolored lighting— there weren't many people around, making it the ideal place for you and your closest friend to gossip. A terrible DJ was playing 2010 tunes that people have long since forgotten in the background. Except for the fact that it was reasonably priced, there was nothing particularly noteworthy about this pub.

You observed as some couples made out while others vanished into the restrooms to do who knows what. You and Jimin were the only ones—or so it seemed—who weren't attempting to get laid tonight.

Your focus fixed on a particular group of young men—probably around 18—who were drinking excessively, with one in particular drawing your eye. "Don't they look pitiful, though?" As Jimin was currently also observing the gathering of men, he laughed.

"How many do you think will cheat on their girls tonight?" you ask while nodding into their direction. Though you didn't intend to, you nonetheless asked the question.

Jimin grimaced and raised his eyebrows in a dejected way. His hand came up to your shoulder before he continued speaking. "Y/n, you need to forget about Kai-" You interrupt him, your gaze lowering to the ground as your thoughts wander to your ex-boyfriend, "I can't."

Kai.

If you were to sum him up in one word, it would be filthy. He not only cheated on you but also told everyone that you did it first, when you didn't.

Although your relationship with him lasted little more than four months, he was your first serious romantic relationship, the man you lost your virginity to, and the person you could rely on in addition to Jimin. With him, you had many firsts; your first kiss? Kai. Your first date? Kai. Your very first party? With Kai. Your first love?... perhaps he wasn't first in everything after all.

Kai was-

"Earth to y/n, are you listening to me?" You were jolted out of your daze by Jimin. Who—you were almost certain—was already quite drunk. His blonde hair fell into his vision lightly, as he looked at the group of guys taking their seat in a booth a few feet behind the two of you.

Pulling yourself together while furrowing your brows, you wiped the small tear, that had run down your cheeks as you traveled down memory lane. Crying in the club wasn't something you wanted to experience after all.

Gathering all your strength, you sit up straight, recheck your blue satin dress—which was way too expensive for what it barely covered—and then turn to face Jimin. "What-"

He giggled, taking a sip of his cocktail, and motioned with his head behind yours, "Bangtan is here."

Who was Bangtan?

Well, they were a group that was compelled by your College's heartthrobs; Kim Namjoon, the genius of your college, who, thanks to his charm, could get into the panties of both boys and girls.

Then there was Min Yoongi, you remember having heard a rumor that he fucked someone in the music room. Though more reserved, he was still quite the player.

Then came Kim Taehyung, maybe one of the sexiest people you have ever seen. He led a quiet life and seemed pretty mysterious. You could almost guarantee that he was high on something most of the time.

And last but not least, there was Jeon motherfucking Jungkook. He is your school's sweetheart and has slept with the whole cheerleading squad at least twice. He might deceive someone into thinking he was innocent with his doe eyes, but in reality, he was the exact opposite. In all his glory, Jungkook is what you would describe as a fuckboy, and on top of that, he was the captain of the football team.

The once-chill atmosphere was now filled with loud conversation. The voice you are most accustomed to hearing is probably Jungkooks, who is also the most obnoxious. "Don't turn around just yet; I don't believe they have spotted us. However, what do you think? Taehyung is looking filthy fine today. Should I shoot my shot and approach him?" When he quickly straightened his hair and met your gaze, Jimin prompted you.

Your lips looked a little worn out, and your mascara was a little messy. There was no way you were going to stand in front of a group of guys and have your looks judged in an instant. No thank you.

Indifferent to whose pants Jimin will be slipping into today, you give him a shrug.

First Encounter 

It wasn't really comfortable walking home. After deciding to approach Taehyung, Jimin and vanished inside his car to engage in activities that he would undoubtedly recount to you the following day. One in the morning wasn't the best time for a girl to be out on the streets by herself. It was difficult to get a look thanks to the poor lighting the street lights provided, and it was nearly hard to maintain your composure due to the rustling of the shrubs next to the path.

Even though you were a mature woman who was almost 20 years old, you still felt unsafe travelling alone at night. As you got closer, your steps got faster as you could start to see the silhouette of your dorm building.

When you drew nearer to the Dorms, you could make out a few people who, like you, were likely returning from a night of partying. The only other sounds were the slight creaking of the trees caused by how windy it had become that night. The dorm you were staying in wasn't quite in the center of the campus; it was a little bit farther to the right, making it a little more private but still close to the university. Though the weariness was overtaking you faster than you could react and the booze wasn't even in your system anymore, you slightly closed your eyes as you moved.

"Bam! Get back here!"

The voice was boyish, and you knew it was Jungkooks the moment it reached your ears.—it wasn't a big deal to run into him here—even though he only lived a few rooms away from yours, his presence made you internally snort.

But you started to feel uneasy as a shadowy figure that didn't resemble a human approached you. Despite the fact that it was now only a few feet away from you, it didn't appear to slow down its pace any time soon.

Fortunately, thanks to the streetlight next to you, you could see the outline of a... dog? Oddly, dogs weren't permitted anywhere on campus, let alone in the residence halls. Unexpectedly quickly, your butt made touch with the grass, and you felt a light drizzle on your face.

You were occupied with trying to stop the dog from licking your face, and just then noticed footsteps approaching you. It was a fairly large dog, so it made sense that he was able to tackle you over this easily.

Undoubtedly you weren't too familiar with dog races, but this one seemed to be what one might describe as aggressive. Once you managed to gather your composure, a small smile spread across your lips as you looked at it. He was the exact opposite, panting quietly and looking at you with his ears up and tongue out. "And you are..?" While gently petting the dog, still lying on the ground, you chuckle. You might've still been a little drunk, just maybe.

Sadly, you were more than tired at this time and only 100 feet from your dorm when this happened—this woke you up, definitely. As Jungkook finally arrived at the scene, his wide eyes were fixed on the picture in front of him. The dog—his dog— layed down beside you, his head resting on your lap. You, the same y/n he'd known—and hated—for years, was seated on the ground, petting his dog, looking as adorable as ever. "Bam," he called out catching the dog's attention, he stared at your lap; then, "Bam come on," Jungkook tried shooing the dog away without actually approaching.

"Is this your dog?" You speak up loudly after a little silence. As Jungkook drew closer, he sent you an enigmatic glance before gripping the dog's collar and pulling it away from you.

He was just Jungkook, after all, and if you weren't about to hook up, he wasn't going to be interested in you at all. So you didn't expect him to help you up, or answer you.

You just sat there on the ground, your dress trailed up your legs as you watched the boy and his dog. You know what they say—if he had a dog, he wouldn't cheat—, or something along the lines. You honestly had no clue, you were a little tipsy after all.

"He's not my dog"

Rivalry? 

Jeon: dude I need you to take Bam for the night, got a girl coming over

Jungkook sat on his bed, legs spread wide as he tapped on the chat with Mina, the photo she'd send him just now catching his full attention. It was simple, but it was hot enough to get Jungkook riled up; just her tits on display, no bra or anything.

Tae-hyung: can't, got Jimin over, maybe next time.

Fuck, really?

Jeon: Jimin as in Park Jimin?

Jeon: as in Y/ns friend? That Jimin?

Rolling his eyes at his friend, Jungkook hastily wrote on his phone. Yes, Taehyung was free to fuck anyone and at any time, but why Jimin specifically? He didn't have a problem with the boy, but he did with you. You and Jungkook just never got along somehow.

It happened two years ago. He blamed the eccentric teacher who probably just thought you were hot, but it may have also been the competitiveness between the two of you because you consistently outperformed him in physical education by 2%. The animosity technically should have subsided by this point. But since neither of you made an effort to communicate in a non-aggressive way, you just never talked it out.

Tae-hyung: yeah yeah, that one.

Tae-hyung: now stop texting me, I'm in the middle of getting the suck of a lifetime.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, and before locking his phone he cancelled plans with Mina.

"I guess it's just you and me today, buddy." "Taetae just didn't have time for you," Jungkook said, his voice becoming a little more adorable as he spoke to his doberman and gazed at him with disappointment. The dog begins to whine, approaching Jungkook and placing his head on his lap so that Jungkook could comfort him while he also browsed through some Netflix movies.

It was sad, really. No pets were allowed, as the landlord had made plain to everyone before they even moved in. No matter if it was a simple pet like a cat or a hamster; no pets.

Of course, Jungkook was aware of what was going on, but what was he going to do with Bam? Jungkooks family would be more than willing to take care of him and allow Jungkook as many visits as he desired, but because they lived two hours away, it wasn't convenient to just drop by. Finally, he made the decision to just take the dog with him—something he was certain would get him kicked out at some point.

Bam wasn't young either; the dog was nearly two years old. I would be easy to spot him anywhere. Thats why he only took him on walks late in the night, where there was no one around except a few drunken teens—and well—you apparently.

Exes

It wasn't until Jimin drew you back to reality that you realized you had just finished the week's final physics class. Although it appeared that many students chose physics this year, the classroom was quite quiet despite being packed.

Since he gave a pass to everyone who even attempted it, the teacher was OK; there was no need to be concerned. Your best friend only muttered, "You look awful," after giving you that "you stayed up all night didn't you" look as he checked you over. Who were you kidding? You stayed up because your 'wonderful' neighbor next door appeared to have invited three girls over in one night to have "fun".

You mutter to him, "Wow, thanks," as you collect your belongings. 

You change the subject, not really wishing to discuss your neighbor's sex life, by saying, "You don't look too good yourself." Jimin rolled his eyes at that.

You only had three classes today, but they seemed to last forever. Your first class was math, and you felt certain you would fail it. Professor Jung simply doesn't care enough about his students this term. Following that, you had literature, which was marginally better but still not your favorite subject. Physics was the last class, which was a real letdown since even though you were passing, it was still a major pain in the ass.

Jimin gave you a knowing glance as you left the class, his eyes clearly showing that he had a good time the night before. "Taehyung again huh?" You chuckle as you open your locker and put your physics books inside. Jimin grinned and held out his hands in defense, saying, "The guy is a beast in bed, I'm telling you, biggest dick ever-" "Too much information," you murmur, covering your ears, "far too much detail."

As far as you are aware, they only met up three times, they were quite close. "Do you like him?" As you sit on the university grounds, not far from the location where the incident involving Jungkook occurred a few nights earlier, you inquire while taking your lunch box out.

As he too began to eat his meal, your best friend mumbled, "He's okay." You were already familiar with Jimin and were aware of his deception. Oh, the Bangtan member was in serious trouble, Jimin could be a very fiesty lover. You, on the other hand, didn't really understand the hype surrounding them, even if they were all undeniably attractive and unique in their own right. To fall for one of the heartbreakers, though, was simply not possible in your book. Taehyung was cute, for sure, but smoking weed was a little too illegal for your liking, you wouldn't fit right in with his lifestyle. His father was a prominent politician,, the police had his ass covered in no time.

"How about you? Any guys?... or girls?" He raises an eyebrow, but you just shrug it off, you weren't exactly looking for anyone, and you were too busy with school to even have time for a date.

Around two years ago, Minho from psychology class broke down crying during sex after going on a date. His pet fish had passed away. That was the last time you went on a date with him, or in general, for sure. Maybe it wasn't meant to be. Maybe you just weren't into relationships.

You recall that the last time you had an intimate contact with someone, it took place at a party a few months after your break-up with Kai. Nothing is more stereotypical than having sex in the bathroom, but that is exactly what occurred, and you left right away.

"That is your "I'm thinking about Kai" expression, so stop now." The sound of Jimin chewing his food in front of you could be heard as he raised his voice and pointed at you with his chopsticks. "You're hurting yourself." He was correct, you had lost interest in the man, but one never forgets their first love.

"Whatever let's just eat"

Second encounter 

Jungkook is the second person you encounter after leaving the pub with Jimin at 2 a.m. He was out and about by himself, just like the last time, with a grimace on his face as he browsed aimlessly on his phone, not paying attention to the people around him. Messages from various girls crowded his screen. Jungkook was undeniably a beast in bed. Even girls who had just found his Instagram and lived in separate towns or even countries would dm him.

Jungkook, without a doubt, was one in a million.

You were walking to your dorm, music blasting, Taylor Swift's voice pleased your ears. You didn't turn off the music until that familiar dog approached you again. Your sneer is humorous. "And we meet again, friend," you smile as you give the giant dog a loving pat. The dog lets out a joyous yelp, his tail bouncing from side to side in excitement.

"You're a cute one, I wonder what your name is," you say as you examine the collar, trying in vain to find a name. "Bam," you hear a voice behind you, prompting you to turn to face the Jock "His name is Bam," he says again, dragging the dog towards him with the leash. "Is that your dog? I thought we weren't allowed bring dogs to College-" "hes- he's not my dog, I'm just walking him." "Because," he pauses, "I'm walking him for a friend." He gives a confident nod.

"You walk your friend's dog at 2 a.m.? I'm not buying it, Jk" You raise your brow before slipping the headphones into your pocket and waited for a response. "I don't think it's any of your business anyway," he says dismissively, beginning to walk in the opposite direction.

"I guess it's my business the instant I tell our principle about your little pal," you sneer, merely intending to rile him up, you plainly had no intention of actually putting him in trouble, although it would be amusing to see the heartthrob getting scolded, it just wasn't your place to talk.

Shaking his head Jungkook turns around once more, his face adorning a frown as he steps a little too close to your licking. "He's my friends dog." He tells you once more, chest out and defensive. "I'm not dumb enough to bring a dog this big into my dorm"

You scoff, the alcohol in your blood making you appear more confident than you were. "I think you're quite dumb," you say, teasingly striking his chest. He knew you were joking, but something in him snapped at the thought of anybody other than his closest friends knowing about Bam. "Listen up, 'know it all,' you better mind your own damn business-" you sneer, flipping your head, "I was just kidding, Jesus fuck, why are you so tense? Didn't get laid today?" You laugh, re-plug your earbuds, and walk away, leaving a perplexed Jungkook behind.

Jungkook was pulled back to reality as his dog tugged on the leash, most likely wanting to go home. "Fine, alright, we're leaving," Jungkook murmured to himself as he went up to his dorm, which was mercifully located in a more secure location.

When he layed down on his bed and turned out the lights, his phone was the only source of brightness he had. "You can't just wander off to strangers Bam, they'll take you away from me if they find out," his owner chuckles as Bam lays down alongside him and lets out a contented huff.

The Gym (Third Encounter)

"I swear to you, Jake got kicked out of his apartment and had to move to an apertment at the far end of town because they found him with a cat in his dorm." Taehyung informed his closest friend as they headed to practice, both of them holding their gym bags as they approached the large gym. Jungkook's heart skipped a beat; he didn't want to spend more than 1.500€ a month for a lousy apartment if someone ever found out. "Fuck," he mumbles as he fumbles with his locker keys to get his workout bag inside, only pulling out a little towel and some water. "I don't want to be that person, but someone will find out eventually, and then you're screwed." Taehyung comforts the younger man by placing his hand on his shoulder.

Jungkook sighs and shakes his head "So, where do I put him now? My parents live two hours away, and you guys are the only ones I know and trust with Bam." He sighs and steps onto the treadmill, starting slowly and running his hand through his hair. Jungkook was worried, you'd seen Bam and suspected him to be his; it wouldn't be long before you told someone, he didn't trust you in the least.

Taehyung only shrugged, already too engrossed in the music playing loudly through his headphones, while Jungkook just gazed at the wall as he worked out, the chat with you earlier this week making him more worried than it should. You'd have told on him by now–it's been three days–there's no way you'd do it now. But he still had this strange feeling in his gut that wouldn't go away.

With just 15 minutes till his workout was through, Jungkook was stretching in front of the mirror when he focused his gaze on your figure; you hadn't noticed him yet, but the dread in his chest grew again. "Damn, that's her." Jungkook nudges his closest friend to get his attention, motioning toward you, your eyes now meeting his. "Shit, I think she knows hyung, what do I do? Is she here to get me? To get Bam? What if they already got him?!"Jungkook rushes up to gather his stuff, but Taehyung stops him. "Jungkook, see, she's here with Jimin, they're just going to work out, she's not here to" he raises an eyebrow, "get you," he quotes.

Looking back, he saw you on the treadmills with Jimin, exactly as Taehyung had informed him you were working out. He sighs deeply as he walks past his friend towards the showers. "I really need to get banged," he says, "I haven't had any since I cancelled on Mina." Jungkook quickly stripped naked and began showering while Taehyung reclined on one of the benches. "I'm going to take a shower at Jimin's apartment once he finishes here," Taehyung says with a knowing smirk. "You're disgusting," Jungkook complains as he washes the shampoo out of his hair, earning Tae's snicker. "What? And you telling me every aspect of your one-night stands is fine?" He pulls out his phone. "Man, you're down bad," Jungkook muttered as Taehyung smiled at the flirty messages Jimin had left for him.

The sound of droplets falling onto the ground soon stops, and Jungkook dries himself up in no time. Putting on some fresh clothes before bidding goodbye to his friend who walks over to you and Jimin with a grin on his face. He wishes Taehyung the best, sure, but the thought of him dating someone? It was weird, yeah.

"Tae!" Jimin was the first to spring up and hug his, his well.. you're not sure what they are to each other yet. You had yet to figure that out, but in the meantime, you enjoyed Jimin being happy. "Hi Taehyung" you wave at the boy while squating, you weren't about to stop your workout just to greet him. "Nice to see you Y/n" Taehyung gives you a small but meaningful smile before looking back at Jimin, who'd stopped his workout all together and was now leaning against the mirror admiring the beautiful man in front of him.

You don't really catch what they talk about, you were too busy thinking about what you were eating for dinner later. Maybe sushi? Chinese? Subway? A voice soon interrupts your thoughts "Y/n!" Jimin calls out, walking closer to you. "Taehyung invited us for dinner later, I think some of his friends are coming too" smiling, he gives you pleading eyes, hoping you'd say yes so he wouldn't have to deal with his lover's friend all by himself.

"Sure I'd love to come"

Getting Ready

"-There must be one that grabs your attention, they are all really different from one another and... sexy." You're standing in front of the mirror trying on several clothing for tonight's dinner as Jimin approaches your body. Yes, it took some bravery for you to just show up there, Jimin—at least— had Taehyung, who he was already very familiar with. But what about you? You were most certainly out of place, but as you previously stated, you couldn't just let Jimin leave by himself. 

"I know, I know," you murmur, "but the only one I've ever spoken to, except Taehyung, is Jungkook," as you make a face.

Jimin's expression immediately darkens, with a tinge of worry in his features. He begins, setting down the dress he had picked for you to try on, "For the love of God, no." He shakes his head "Not him." He made a no sign with both of his hands. You furrow your brow and say, "They're all not the best of people. Why are you worried of me clicking with him?" Careless of the terrified man in your room, you grab your bra from the bed. Jimin mumbles, "I mean." Your best friend shakes his head as you show him a blue shirt and says, "He's close to Taehyung and everything, which I guess is his one green flag." He pauses. "I just don't think you're compatible; he's everything you despise,"

"How do you know him so well?" You inquired. In the midst of the talk, he hands you a dress, and you put it on while you wait and check yourself in the mirror. He rejects your response, "He came over a few times after me and Tae hooked up," and compliments your outfit choice. 

When he sees you sitting at your makeup table, he says, "Use blush, suits you." Taking up the beauty product with a nod, you start you doing your make up "Okay, so how is he?" After a pause, you resume the conversation, intrigued because the few times you did speak to him, he seemed a bit withdrawn and hesitant.

Sure, you and Jungkook went to the same school since you can remember. But that doesn't mean you ever really talked to him, there's only a few times you can really remember and those weren't quite-

Jimin slumps on the bean bag next to you and moans as he drops his phone on your bed. "He's exactly how he always was: cold and not very talkative," says Jimin before reaching over to give you your lipstick. He goes on to say, "He's very confident in himself, a narcissist, and fucks around a lot. You know; still the same old Jungkook you used to beat in PE" smiling when you finish your makeup and calling it "wonderful." "Thanks Jimin," 

"I think I kinda expected that from him, the cold attitude and all," you add reaching for your bag and putting your keys, wallet, and, yes, a condom inside. 

You never know.

Dinner (Forth Encounter)

The place basically screams "only rich people please!" with slow music playing in the background and the place being dark. You sigh; this is definitely not a place you'd choose. It didn't help that you weren't employed and had only about 100€ in your bank account. You should probably only get side dishes, they were undoubtedly the least expensive items on the menu. 

Jimin pats your back as you both proceed to the booth Yoongi, Taehyung, and Jungkook sat in, saying, "Over there." Jimin hugged Taehyung and then sat down next to him, leaving you to be seated next to the weirdo himself; Jeon Jungkook. You uncomfortably look at Jimin, who is seated in front of you, and murmur, "Hello," holding your phone tightly in your hand. "What would you two like to have?" Taehyung asked "Yoongi Hyung, Jungkook and I ordered beer". Jimin was almost sitting on Taehyung's knee when he spoke, which explained his unusually upbeat tone. 

Before speaking, you give your closest friend a dirty look and say, "I'll just take a water," grinning as you unlock your phone and occupy yourself. The night was going to be quite long.

Jungkook keeps a close eye on you and hasn't let up since you first arrived. This isn't because he likes you; on the contrary, he still harbors animosity toward you. 

But why are you here right now, out of all the places you could be? Yoongi, who was busy texting a girl on his phone while drinking his beer, is distracted as Jungkook groans. He mutters as he continues to stare down at his phone without looking up, "If you're going to be a brat, leave. I can't deal with your childish ass right now." "I'm an adult," Jungkook says, rolling his eyes. The older one then looks up, "Then act like one."

Jungkook slams his hand down on the table a little too forcefully, drawing your attention. "What's that supposed to mean," he asks. Yoongi and Jungkook are in your line of sight as you shriek up and inquire. "Everything alright?"

Smiling Yoongi nods towards you, indicating that you should eat up your appetizers. He then gives Jungkook a sneering look after you shrug and do exactly that. 

Giving one final critical glance before returning to his phone Yoongi speaks, "See, that's exactly what I mean by 'childlike behavior'."

Jimin squeals, "Taehyungie, stop," and when you look up, you'll see the two lovebirds teasing each other. Taehyung is the one who feeds Jimin, but just as he opens his mouth to take a bite, he takes the spoon away, making Jimin whine. 

You had never seen Jimin this content or this... in love? You smirk to yourself as you cast a quick glance across the room before settling your eyes on Jungkook, who had just returned from the restroom, his eyes glued to his phone as he typed away, before returning to his seat next to you. 

"I say we should get more drinks; they're on me," Taehyung cheered then ordering 4 Sex on the beach. Not exactly your favorite, but free alcohol is still free alcohol.

The smell of smoke permeated the air as you stepped outside, seeing a shaky Jimin walking hand in hand with Taehyung as he escorted him to his car. You call out, attracting Taehyung's attention, "Wait—uh, Jimin and I were meant to get home together." But Taehyung simply smiles at you. "Sorry, Jimin is mine for the night."

Looking across at your best friend, you notice the typical drunk Jimin, blowing kisses your way, and drawing finger hearts. You shrug smiling, and pull out your phone to call an uber. Yoongi, who takes a last drag from his cigarette, stops you, "I'll drive you home, you live around the same area as Jungkook right?" stepping on the cigarette, he asks while exhaling smoke.

You nod; you don't really care how you got home tonight; all you really want to do is fall asleep on your bed. He says, "My cars over there, I guess Jungkook already got in." He gives you an enticing wink before saying, "I'll be right there." Yoongi walks over to assist Taehyung in getting Jimin into his car, Thankfully, they had their last drink two hours prior, as this allowed them to safely drive home.

When you first entered the car, it was completely silent. The only sound was a lonesome song playing on the radio, which helped to create a slightly more cozy environment. Jungkook sat in the front seat, smoking a cigarette out the window as he stared at the sky.

Jungkook observes as your attractive physique settles into the backseat of the vehicle. He grinned to himself as he threw the cigarette out the window and slumped back in his seat after noticing you briefly glancing at him. Watching your confused face in the rearview mirror, he said, "There's lipstick on your teeth." 

"Do you frequently just stare at random girls' teeth?" You scoff while using one finger to wipe your teeth, staring irritably at the older boy. "A simple "thank you" would have been plenty," you observe him shrug, distort his face, and roll his eyes.

"Are you taking out your friends dog tonight?" You cross your arms as you ask, briefly glancing back to Yoongi who still hopelessly tried to get Jimin into Taehyungs car. You laugh a bit, taking a picture to show Jimin the next day.

"What?" Jungkook turns around to look at you in irritation, obviously confused. You tilt your head in surprise "The dog you always walk at the asscrack of dawn" you remind him "Bam I think his name was". His eyes then seem to widen, most probably knowing what you mean. "Oh yeah, yeah" he dismisses you, shaking his head and turning back to look outside the window at the night sky.

"You're so weird"

Jimin's Place 

"So, how did last night go with Mr. Loverboy?" You inquire, sitting on Jimin's couch. The atmosphere was relaxed, Jimins shower playlist was playing in the background and the warmth of the heater was making it even more comfortable.

"I think I might actually like like him, y/n," as you watch your bestfriend's face form into a smile he says.  

Your eyes widen as you almost choke on your tea,

What did mister 'I don't date, I just fuck around until my mother eventually forces me to settle down' just say?

"Person who's in love with Kim Taehyung, say what?"

"What?" Jimin asks turning to you

"HAH!" You raise your head to face your best friend and point at him while standing up.

Jimin only laughs and shakes his head, "I'm not in love with him,"

"Yet.." you murmur.

Jimin looks you up and down, "Okay you're one to talk, you're literally undressing Jungkook with your eyes every time he walks by." "That's a lie,"

"What's a lie is that you deny that you don't actually hate the guy and have the biggest crush on him or that you at the very least want to know what's hidden inside those pants-"

"Jimin, I get it. But no, definitely not crushing on Jeon."

"Yet..." the older murmurs.

Help?

"I need your help"

"Fuck off," you say as you close the door; Jungkook's foot stopping you.

"I'm so damn serious right now L/n," The person in front of you says, with worry written all over his face as he enters your room, you whining behind him without doing anything further to stop him. 

Well fuck my sleep schedule, right?

"What on earth makes you think I would help you out of all people" With your arms crossed and your sleep mask knotted in your hair, you stand there in front of him, looking quite the opposite of attractive. You take a look at your phone, the time being 1:47 a.m.. "especially at this time"

"Because," Jungkook begins, fidgeting with his fingers apprehensively while scanning your room. "Is that a Hello Kitty alarm clock?" 

"Jeon," You call out, hoping he will get to the point so you could go back to sleep.

"Fuck, okay, damn, I-" In stark contrast to how he typically speaks, Jungkook's voice is quiet. Looking up at you with begging eyes, he pleads "Damn someone threw me under the bus and now they're checking people's dorms—Particularly the boys."

Your brow furrows "what? are you hiding drugs?" You laugh. 

He couldn't be serious, there's no way you'd help him with whatever it was. You hated him, he hated you—that's how it's always been. 

But was there any chance that it could be altered?

You reflect on the conversation you had with Jimin yesterday and what he said; "What's a lie is that you deny that you don't actually hate the guy and have the biggest crush on him or that you at the very least want to know what's hidden inside those pants-"

Shaking your head, you turn your attention back to the boy in front of you who is likely experiencing a panic attack as you speak.

"Get the fuck out." 

"Ask someone else for whatever it is you need help with." As you pull on his arm to get him to get off your couch, he shakes his head and frowns. 

"God damnit, forget our rivalry just one damn moment and listen to me." He yells, "The dog you see me walking at night, he's-" he starts, then stops himself to think.

"He's?" You encourage him to go on.

Inching closer to your face while whispering, Jungkook now stands up. He curses as he runs his fingers through his hair, "He's my dog and-" Kook breathes out.

"And if the university finds out I keep a dog in my dorm, they'll expel me." He looks up at you with imploring eyes as he completes his speech.

You shrug, unconcerned by the facts he just provided, "So ask Taehyung." 

"Woman, why won't you listen? They are inspecting every boys dorm. The last time I checked, Taehyung was a guy."

"What exactly are you asking me to do?" You ask him while scanning his entire face, crossing your arms.

"I need you to let Bam stay at your dorm for a while"

"Don't really wanna see you, y'know".

In all honesty, Jungkook did not anticipate your support for his ridiculous proposal. Yet there you were.

"Okay, Bam, now be a good boy and stay out of trouble." From the other side of the room, you hear Jungkook talking. It was difficult to get you to agree to this idiotic idea, which involves having Jungkook's dog Bam stay at your dorm for a week or two while the university checks over the men's dorms. But you ultimately agreed when he volunteered to cover your food and snacks for an entire month. 

Although it may sound silly, you truly needed to save money, therefore even though it seemed weird, it was helpful. 

Like always, Jungkook wakes you up from your thoughts. 

"Okay, he eats every day at 6 a.m. and 3 p.m. Give him more in the mornings, and every so often, a snack. He usually sleeps on my bed as well, however I can get why you wouldn't-"

"Jungkook" you cut him off.

"I- yeah?" Looking up from where he is kneeling and cuddling his dog, he asks. Clearing his throat, he gets to his feet, and straightens his shirt. "I mean-, what's up?"

You roll your eyes and say, "Shut the fuck up and get out, you've told me all of this about five times since yesterday—this night—I think I've got it from here," Pointing to your door you signal him to leave.

Despite being scared, he remains calm "yeah, of course, I'll make an effort to stop by every day-"

Again you interrupt him "Don't bother." 

"Visit between of 6 and 8 pm. When I'm not home." Pinching between your eyes you stare at the cute dog as you continue talking. "Don't really wanna see you, y'know".

"Right.."

Handing him your spare keys, he leaves and you're finally alone—we'll, not entirely. 

"You better not be like your dad" you huff, pointing accusingly the doberman who just let's out a small whine.

"We're not."

Jimin sighs, combing his hair out of his face and giving you the most serious expression you've ever seen. Pausing he addresses you "Jeon Jungkook—super asshole, captain of whatever sport our school participates—asked you-" you only nod. "To take care of his puppy," he finishes with a small chuckle. You scream, "It's not funny," flinging one of your several pillows at him. "Why didn't he ask Taehyung?" Jimin inquiries by merely shrugging his shoulders and sitting next to you. 

"That's the thing," you grouse. "Taehyung is probably getting his room searched too because he's a guy. Did he not tell you in any way?"

"We're too busy fucking to talk most of the time."

Jimin laughs, turning to the door to see Jungkook casually walk in with his dog. He is wearing a black sweatshirt and slacks that disguise any aspect of him that could identify him when he enters your apartment. Naturally, Mr. Jock didn't want any rumors linking him to the Nerd. You.

Jimin receives a slight nod from Jungkook when he glances up, "What's up, man?" Jimin just shrugs in response. 

Turning to face you, Jimin observes your concentrated gaze as you study the other man from head to toe. Jimin couldn't read your expression for once, which was incredibly odd. Once he looks down at his phone he notices a text message from Taehyung, it was time for him to leave.

Whatever it was between you and Jungkook, he is certain it wasn't hatred. Love? No, but most certainly not hatred.

Winking he says, "Anyway I gotta leave now, have fun you two, but not too much." And he's gone.

"He is aware that we are not-" Jungkook starts, motioning his finger between the two of you.

"Jimin, of all people, knows we're not -" your repeat his same hand motion.

Confused, lonely and ...

"Okay, last one, let's not tell your daddy about this." You coo as you offer Bam yet another treat.

You hate to admit it but, the dog has grown on you after only three days; he was the opposite of his father—quiet, polite, and obedient. 

Simply said, having a small—or fairly large—companion in your dorm made days seem better. Even though he occupied a lot of room and occasionally peed on the floor, overall things were going well—too well.

"All right, one more-"

"Will the amount of treats you're giving my dog make me have to take Bam to the vet anytime soon?" Suddenly, a voice at your front door startles you. Oh no, it was already past six. You should have been out, not wasting time at home with a dog you don't even own. 

You respond, pouting at the male who is in front of you, "He was giving me puppy eyes the whole time I couldn't resist." 

Jungkook was standing at your door, ready to take Bam for his daily walk. Wearing a sweaty shirt and some short gym shorts, Jungkook had most likely just finished his workout. 

He had to get the poor dog into his car and drive to a park to walk him now that he almost got caught, if it wasn't for you.

But now was not the time to applaud you for your generosity.

"You're staring," Jungkook states before approaching the tiny couch in your dorm and, out of habit, caressing Bam. 

"Let's go, buddy," putting him on a leash he pulls the dog towards him. But instead of moving, Bam crept up to you and sat on your lap whining. 

You turn to face his owner laughing, "Well, well, well, look whose dog loves me more than you" 

To the chagrin of Bam, you point at yourself and stand up. You do this by wriggling your eyebrows at your nemesis in the most irritating way possible. The elder huffs, easily lifting up the larger dog, "Fuck off, it's because you spoil him with treats." 

You gape as you admire Jungkook's strength in your head, you did always have a thing for strong men. With a shake of your head, though, you groan.

This is not the time or place y/n.

"W-well? Are you going to simply stand there?" You snap, reverting to your previous self who despised the man who was currently holding his dog in his arms as if he were a piece of cake.

"Calm the fuck down L/n, I need to see whether there are any people outside-"

You observe Jungkook examine the area outside your door before exiting, ultimately leaving you alone in your apartment, confused, lonely and... in need for a drink.

Or two.

The Past

As he takes another drag from his cigarette, Jungkook easily let the smoke out his mouth. It was past midnight and he was by himself in his dorm. It felt like weeks even though it had only been a few days since he gave up Bam at your house. It felt lonely, for sure. Eventhough his friends and the occasional hookup made time fly by faster, it still didn't quite fill the emptiness of his apartment. 

His head began to fill with much more than just thoughts about his puppy, and he soon forgot the music he had put on earlier. Perhaps it was just the heat of the moment or his weariness, but he somehow thought about you and how you agreed to help him. 

You, who'd always had something against him. You who was always slightly better at PE than he was. You who—you who he had his first crush on in 2nd grade.

You who had made fun of him for expressing his feelings many years back.

Fuck it, you probably don't even remember that ever happened. 

"Fuck," He murmurs when he realizes he is staring out his window into yours, which is just across from his. Yes, it was quite a distance, yet he could still barely make out your silhouette—your half naked silhouette. 

You chuckle, still a little tipsy from your night out with friends, "Bam come dance with me." startled by the dog's barking you worried that someone had heard. 

As you make some ramen in your teeny kitchen, you swing your hips and sigh, "Okay, maybe let me do the dancing." Taylor Swift playing in the background created a fantastic environment for just doing, moving your body, and taking time for yourself. Uni had been kicking your ass lately and You'd be lying if you said you hadn't considered dropping out at least once.

The ding of the water being done boiling makes you stop your showstopping dance performance and actually go back to 'cooking'. "I'm not sure Jungkook would let me live it down if you got food poisoning from giving you ramen hun'" you pout down at the dog who was giving you the biggest puppy eyes. 

It's like he understood what you were saying cause Bam just sat up and walked to his little blanket you put on the floor for him to sleep on. Surprisingly once you told him your bed was a no-go, he'd never attempted to try and sleep on it again. 

You had to admit, whatever Jungkook was teaching him, it were the right things.

Speaking of who, taking a quick look outside your window to his, you saw him asleep on his chair with the lights still on. 

You scoff "idiot".

Dinner for tw- three.

While you wait impatiently for your dinner to arrive, it is pouring rain outside. 

A show Jimin had recommended was currently on on the TV, your thoughts, however, were elsewhere—most notably, Bam and Jungkook. He took Bam on walkies about an hour ago, so he should be returning soon. They were probably wet due to the weather, so you'd need to let Bam dry off a bit before he entered your dorm. Speaking of... 

Ding dong

Getting up on instinct, you grab a towel, and head to your door, opening it.

"You better dry your dog before he comes in and wets my whole fl-" Looking up you're met with a stranger holding a bag of food in one hand and an umbrella in the other.

"I'm sorry, I thought-," you start, but stop when you see Jungkook strolling down the hallway, soaking.

"One second," you exhale as you dash inside the room to retrieve some money and a new towel.

As you were returning, Jungkook had already arrived at the door examining the delivery man, who was undoubtedly much smaller than him. 

You whisper, "Keep the change," taking the food and setting it next to you before making eye contact with Jungkook who just looked annoyed. Just as you wanted to say something—anything your television program was cut off by a weather report, making you and Jungkook turn your attention towards it. "We advise people to stay at home for the remainder of the night due to the storm. Please stay indoors, go to a neighboring restaurant or cafe, or any other place with a roof over your head. This was 24 News; be safe."

"Well? Get me a towel or something instead of just staring." He moans and shakes his head to try to shake some of the water out of his hair. 

Bam had already entered your house, acting as though it were his own—well, it sort of was.

Rolling your eyes, you say, "You can take a shower if you want or whatever," already wiping the floor after bam's earlier antics.

"Thank you, but-"

"Just take the dang shower; it won't hurt you, to get clean right?" Before he could even finish, you fight back and spin around to pull two plates out from the kitchen. 

This was gonna be a long night.

Once more, you're watching TV this time, the show Jimin recommended actually turned out to be good. Enjoying your long awaited sushi rolls, Bams head rests on your lap. 

You jump a little when a hand suddenly makes contact with your shoulder, jolting you back to reality.

Jungkook sighs, "Finally, damn," crossing his arms over his bare chest as he speaks. "Give me some new clothes; mine are wet," he orders, not waiting for a response before he goes to steal some of your sushi and happily munches on it. "Hey, I — you have your own!" While still chewing, you set your plate down and start looking for clothing that would fit Jungkook's large physique.

Being really honest, you must admit that as Jungkook was eating his—your—dinner, you did sneak a few wistful glances at his naked back. You wouldn't fall for his charms, ever. But man, that man was created by the gods.

You smile when you notice how adorable Bam was lying on his back as Jungkook tenderly petted his belly; this was the first time you had seen this side of him, his sensitive side.

Sleepover

"Remember that crush I had on Jungkook in freshman year?"

Jimin was awakened by your call, "Y/N honey, it's 4 a.m." he just responds, placing his phone on speaker and placing his head back on his pillow. Taehyung was lying next to him, but he had a deep sleep and wouldn't be disturbed by the concerned sound of your voice. 

"Listen to me," you yell, looking panicked over to Jungkook snoring on your too-small-for-him couch, the lights out in your apartment. "We need to, like— meet up."

"Like right now?" Jimin whimpered, your eyebrows furrow. "Yes, remember me having to pick you up from that club once, you idiot. just because you were too incompetent to walk? Yeah? Okay, come on over here; this is your favor for me." 

"Shut the fuck up, damn who talks on the phone this damn loud!" Jungkook sits up, Bam idly licking his swollen face, his hair untidy, he groans, voice husky.

On the other end of the line, Jimin asks what's wrong when you pause, but you don't answer him, too busy examining Jungkook's bed head to listen.

You conclude the call with, "I'll call you later bye-" and turn to your left to turn on your small light, which causes Jungkook to sigh once again. You scowl at him and straighten your back as you say, "First of all. This is my home."

"And second of all" you start, but can't really find any words to say. So you just stare for a second or two, and just when Jungkook was about to speak up again you continue "you look like my grandmas ass". 

That was embarrassing y/n, so so embarrassing. 

To your astonishment, Jungkook smiles briefly before turning his attention back to you. "Couldn't think of a better response, or what? What's got you so worked up that you were on the phone with Jimin at the crack of dawn, Nerd?" he asks, looking at his phone watch, then groaning.

"Who said I was speaking with Jimin? Maybe I was speaking to a G-"

"You only have around 4 friends, and the only one you genuinely care about is Jimin." Jungkook remarks, you become unusually silent.

Since when does he know about your friendship with Jimin so well? Sure, he's seen you largely with him, but that doesn't mean anything.

"What I talk about with Jimin doesn't concern you. Now, go back to your beauty sleep." Looking at him up and down, you continue "you need it."

You'd expected him to stop talking and just go back to sleep. After all, you two used to get into petty arguments all the time until one of you—usually Jungkook—finally got bored and either left or ignored you.  Instead, he gets up, closely followed by Bam who stops at your bed while his father continues to then climb onto your bed, getting closer and closer until he whispers sensually into your ear, "You don't tell me what to do sweetie," causing goosebumps to appear on your skin and briefly stopping your breathing.

With his head tilted back and his lips still slightly puffy from sleeping, Jungkook turns to face you. His eyes, oh his eyes, were staring at you with that sharp gaze, just like he would when he was trying to hook up with a girl he met at one of the numerous frat parties he attended. But you were different; you were pure, innocent, and naive.

You mumble, seeming intimidated, "Go back to sleep," but what you really felt was shame—shame that he had such an immediate impact on you.

He doesn't protest and returns to your couch acting as though nothing just happened.

You can't sleep that night, and neither can Jungkook.

Just for me?

The following morning, Jungkooks still there, lying on his back and browsing Instagram. He seems to notice when you sit up and glare at him because of the way his phone is shut and his pierced brow quirks up. After the sleepless night you two had, he groans, "They still want everyone to stay at home, class was cancelled too." 

You quickly replied, "I saw," before heading to the restroom and washing your up. You took a little extra time to avoid having to face him. The thing is, you did eventually have to, and it was for breakfast. "Suit yourself, you're paying for my groceries anyway, but I haven't had an opportunity to go shopping recently, there might be nothing too exciting in there" You speak as you open the refrigerator only to discover some leftover fruit, tomatoes, and eggs from the previous week. 

You hear three sets of footsteps—one, two, and three—before he pauses behind you and peeks into the refrigerator. You stutter, "I-I have ramen too," as you try to move as far away from him as you can while gazing at Bam as if he could aid in your escape from his father. Jungkook tries to lighten the mood, "Not a ramen morning kinda guy," but fails miserably because you simply shrug your shoulders and return to your bed. You just say, "Eat, I'm not hungry," as you scroll through your messages.

Jimin🐣: so what was this about?  4:10 am

Jimin🐣: I assume either you fell asleep on me and woke me up for literally nothing, orrrr😏😏😏                                      4:15 am

You giggle and shake your head before replying

You: nothing like that happened, he just woke up and scolded me.              8:31 am

Jimin🐣 is typing

Jimin🐣: did he spank you.           8:35 am

Gasping you shut off your phone and glance over at Jungkook who was busy making himself some scrambled eggs.

You: shut up omg.                           8:35 am

You: he's still here, how much longer is this weather gonna fuck with my life?🫠

Jimin🐣 is typing

Jimin🐣: they say until tomorrow. 8:36 am

Jimin🐣: I'm good btw! Thanks for asking. 8:36 am 

You: sorry, how are you jiminieee.   8:37 am

Jimin🐣: sucked Taehyung off in the shower this morning.                         8:37 am

You: fuck off.                                       8:37 am

"Are Jimin and Taehyung too busy fucking or why is the dumbass not answering any of my texts." Jungkook groans speaking more to himself than at you, you still answer him regardless. 

"I just texted Jimin, although I do see him as a text-and-fuck kinda guy," you joke, giggling to yourself. Jungkook laughs too surprisingly, and this time, neither of you make a nasty comment about anything 

There was a silence after, none of you, not even Bam, saying a single thing until Jungkook coughs and speaks up "There's left over eggs if you want" nodding towards the pan that was still on the stove. "Yeah uh" you fidged with your phone, turning it on and off acting busy, "I'll eat some later." 

"You should eat some now," He insists, telling you to simply get a plate and join him for breakfast. You were picky, and you avoided eating in bed in fear of getting it dirty. If you wanted to eat without doing just that, Jungkook knew you would have to sit next to him on the couch. 

You respond, "I suppose I'm old enough to choose when I eat," with a raised eyebrow. "Fortunately, nobody pays you to think; just eat the food, I cooked more just for you."

Just for you. 

Just for me? 

You recall the reason you called Jimin last night, 'cause of situations like right now. When Jungkook acted as though he cared or that you genuinely meant something to him. 

You say nothing, standing up and pacing to the small kitchen, taking the now cold pan with you to the small table in front of the couch and sitting next to Jungkook, maybe 5 or 6 inches apart. 

"Thanks"

Flashbacks

You last saw Jungkook a few days ago. When the storm had passed, he promptly returned home. If it were any other day, you would genuinely say that you are pleased with his exit, but in all honesty, you missed annoying him a bit too much. "What should I do, bam-ie? When I'm bored, it's just so much fun to annoy your dad" The moment the dog approaches you and sits next to you, yawning and placing his head on your lap as usual, you smile.

It's after six, Jungkook would typically be here to pick Bam up for walkies. You suddenly experience a strange rising in your chest and a feeling of unease? No. You don't bother about guys you don't like, y/n

But.. did you still hold such a strong dislike for him?

You are caught off guard by the sound of your phone ringing, and sure enough, you receive a text message from the devil himself.

Jungkook🙄: Namjoon is picking up Bam for walks today, I'm busy                                    6:11 pm

You furrow your brow as you mull about your response before simply typing, "Okay." What was going on with you, and why were you behaving like a teen messaging their crush?

Ding dong

You sigh as you approach your door and feel somewhat relieved that Jungkook did not send Yoongi or, god forbid, Taehyung to take Bam.

You wouldn't be able to speak if Yoongi were to stand in front of you since, in your opinion, he was just very scary.

On the other side, Taehyung you might tolerate, but you get weirded out by the fact that he's fucking Jimin and you practically received a great description of the guys dick.

Namjoon was nice and nerdy like you; you might have spoken to him once or twice. He was in your calculus class and consistently received perfect scores on his exams.

"Hello." The extraordinarily gorgeous man with dimples says, looking down at the dog seated next to you.

"H-hi! You came to pick up Bam, right?" You query.

Obviously he is y/n. Dumbass.

"Yes, Jungkook told you, right-"

"He actually did! I'm sorry for the dumb question" You cut him off by giving the nearly two-meter-tall man the leash and slamming the door in his face.

Namjoon just smiles to himself, petting the dog and shaking his head.

"Jungkooks got himself a feisty one huh?"

Jungkook's hands wandered all over the girls body. What was her name again? He doesn't remember and he didn't need to remember anyway. He just wants someone to relieve the stress he has been experiencing ever since he left your house.

Pushing the girl away from his neck he groans, "Just go down on me, no marks." causing her to complain in her unpleasant voice, "But kookie-" "don't call me that," he interjects, slapping her behind and smirking, "take your shirt off for me?" Before allowing her to follow his instructions, he whispers into her neck and gives her tit one last squeeze.

But as he spots at her bra, it seems as though time has stopped. No way in hell. As if this day couldn't get much worse.

He had decided to ditch walking his dog, to get laid, and now that he was finally getting some, the girl was wearing the same damn bra he'd seen in your bathroom just a few nights ago.

Flashback

Leaning against the restroom door he'd just shut, Jungkook mutters, "Fuck." Why, out of all the people, did he have to spend the night at your home for the storm to pass?

Shaking his head, he takes off his clothes and sets them somewhere near the sink waiting outside the shower while the water warms up. He looks around a bit just to spot a flashing pink bra that was looking right back at him. He mutters, "She caht be fucking serious," and examines the underwear without touching it. He didn't pass you by someone who wears bright colored underwear.

End of flashback

"I can't do this" he pushes the girl away, his back straightening as he puts his earlier unbuckled belt back on.

The blonde girl approaches him on the bed, caressing his cheek, appearing perplexed. "I can help you relax-"

"Get out"

"But I-"

"get the fuck out."

After she left, Jungkook reclines on his bed while countless thoughts go through his head and you were the center of them all.

"I guess you're not to blame this time, Jeon,"

Jungkook isn't really sure how or when he came to your Instagram page, but once he did, he spent hours simply scrolling through your photos and stories.

There were only brief glimpses of your face in each of them. Most of your posts were about books you are currently enamored with or random little things you doodled occasionally. The fact that you sort of stuck to your artistic side seemed cute in Jungkook's eyes. He recalls that you had a habit of doodling in the middle of a lesson and covering it up as soon as the teacher passed. Jungkook couldn't help but smile. Involuntarily, automatically liking one of your older posts back from 2021.

"Fuck-"

Abcdefghi__lmaopqrstuvwxyz liked your post.

You read the text at the top of your screen before returning to the open pasta recipe on your phone.

Wait a second-

Jungkook liked your picture?!? You didn't even follow one another!

The puppy was fast asleep when the spoon you were holding fell to the ground, and when you check your page, you see that it was a drawing you posted from last year that he liked. Was Jungkook.. stalking your insta?

You went on his profile out of curiosity, essentially doing the same thing that Jungkook was doing at his place.

Many images of Bam or his tattoos, with the sporadic selfie every now and then, flooded your eyesight. Jungkook was undoubtedly photogenic. Once you close the app, pick up the clean spoon that has been licked 'clean', give Bam a stern look, you take a clean spoon and carry on making dinner.

However, you were unable to stop thinking about him.

Around ten in the morning, a loud banging on Jungkook's door woke him up. He groans, "Damn who the fuck is up at this hour on a Saturday," then sits up and searches for a shirt and some shorts to put on so he wouldn't stand absolutely naked in front of the stranger.

"Mister Jeon, do you understand why I am here?" Professor Seo sternly addressed the boy who was by this point fully dressed.

In an effort to catch the person who was maintaining a pet while it was against the rules, Professor Seo was assigned the task of searching through the dorms.

"Sure yeah," responds Jungkook as he gestures for him to enter. "Take a look around, have fun finding nothing," he scolds the professor who just frowns at the younger.

Jungkook was a rebellious student who didn't care about his education and only attended Seoul University because of the social standing of his parents and the sponsorship he received for leading the university's football team. Professor Seo has never been fond of Jungkook.

"If you don't mind," the professor says as he passes Jungkook and scans the space for any signs of a pet.

"I assume you've heard the tales about you being the criminal who created all of this trouble?" The teacher interrupts once more as he turns to face an unperturbed Jungkook who is lounging against the wall and looking through his phone.

Jungkook merely replies, drawing an eye roll from the older, "There are a lot of rumors about me, I stopped counting and listening."

"Well? Found something?"

Since Jungkook's dorm wasn't particularly large, there wasn't much of a place to look for, after about fifteen minutes.

Professor Seo shakes his head angrily.

"I guess you're not to blame this time, Jeon," he says before walking away. The door closing, causing Jungkook to exhale nervously.

"Fuck yeah"

You like him

Jimin shrugs and says, "You like him," before taking a shot and aiming for another, but you stop him by raising an eyebrow. You mutter, shaking your head, "I guess you've had enough with the amount of shit you're talking right now," before staring back down at your phone with Jungkook's Instagram page open. "Then why have you been looking through his posts for the past few days, huh? You send me that one picture-wait." Jimin bends down to get your phone, listening to you whine.

"Here This One." An image of Jungkook and Bam in the same frame with his nose buried in Bam's neck as he cradles the then-much smaller puppy is displayed.

You murmur, "They look so cute." You groan, "God, I wish he wasn't such an asshole," and it was your turn to take a shot.

It was nice; you were at Jimin's house where you typically watched movies and ordered takeout, but tonight was gossip night.

While Jimin joyfully told you of his now-official relationship with Taehyung, you grumbled about the absence of it in your life.

Your best friend approaches you while mixing the alcohol in his glass and looks up into your anticipating eyes. "Have you thought that maybe-" your best friend starts, mixing the booze in his glass and looking up at your expecting eyes. "That the reason he's so mean to you is cause you're also mean to him?" Just as you were about to get back at him, he stops you.

"Considering the fact that all you two do is argue with one another until one of you gives up out of exhaustion. Your freshman-year crush on him wasn't dumb; you just realized that you like bothering him because, at the time, that was the only way to talk with him. However, -" Jimin sips his drink. "Now that Bam is in your house, you see him once a day. I don't know, maybe you should invite him in and talk?" For being drunk, Jimin was currently acting very logically.

"Did I tell you he liked my Instagram post from the other day?" After a minute of silence, you speak out, your eyes watering from the alcohol and the total disarray of your emotions.

"According to Taehyung, Jungkook accidentally liked a post while stalking you on Instagram." Jimin raises a brow at you, placing his hand on your shoulder. "The worst thing he can do is reject you, so try talking to him like a normal person and see how it goes."

His eyes

"I don't know he's been lying here since last night and-"

"Last night?!" You hold the phone away from your ear while Jungkook yells into it. Biting your lip, you stare down at Bam, unsure of how to respond. "If I had known-, I just assumed that he was just particularly sleepy and needed to rest."

"You should to have called me as soon as you noticed a problem," It was 8 am and entirely too early for your poor ears to tolerate any kind of shouting when Jungkook interrupted once more, his voice draining your soul. "Listen Jungkook, I'm sorry, okay, I'll cover the vet bill and everything if you-"

Ding dong

You say, "-one second," put your phone down, and open the door to find Jeon Jungkook already dressed and prepared to leave. "Where is he?" He asks as he walks past you and enters your dorm. He notices Bam next to your bed, his tail wagging seeing his father.

He picked up Bam saying, "I'm taking him to the vet," to which Bam initially objected but eventually consented.

"I'm coming with you,"

"Fuck off." he Spits back at you

You understand that he is angry right now and you're the only person close to him to yell at, yet you still slightly pout.

You say it again, "i said, I'm coming with you," and then seize his car keys exiting the building with Jungkook right behind you after making sure the coast was clear.

As you sit in silence and watch Jungkook drive his car at a dangerous pace, music is played in almostaudible volume. However, you just let him do, he was upset and you didn't want to make matters worse at this point.

He abruptly jolts you out of your reverie with the words "We're here," jumping up from his seat and carrying Bam's kennel into the clinic without giving it a second thought.

The doctor speaks, her voice soothing in contrast to Jungkook's agitated pacing of the room, "He's probably simply got an upset tummy, nothing to worry about, your dog just appears to be on the sensitive side." "Are you sure that's everything, hes-"

"yeah I'm sure Mr. Jeon, just give him these twice a day, once in the morning and one at night." She tells him, leaving the two of you alone in the room, once more in silence.

You say, for the first time since you got here, "I'm sorry. I feel like it's my fault; I should've been more cautious about the things that were lying around my dorm."

Your ramble is interrupted by Jungkook, who nods and locks eyes with you. "I should apologize for being overly dramatic, but-" he sighs "Bam is all I have here in Seoul, and I- I can't lose him, you know?" He sits down next to you and turns to face you, his eyes untroubled but his lips pouting, the piercing protruding from them. "I guess I understand you," you say in sympathy. "Besides Jimin, I don't really have anyone that keeps me here either." You shrug.

Turning to face you he hums, Jungkook's eyes searching for yours. He doesn't speak. It feels like the world pauses when you finally turn to face him too. With his eyes shining almost glowingly, it's just the two of you. Like two tiny boba balls, they are adorable but can be extremely deadly. You don't realize he's put his hand under your chin until he pulls you closer to him. Now, only centimetres separate your lips with his. As you take one last look at him and then close your eyes, he is the one to narrow the gap between you two, and in the heat of the moment kissing you.

Dating?

"-And because of this, while multiplying in equations like these, you must-" Looking down, you ignore your professor's voice as you consider the sketch you made of an eye that closely resembles Jungkook's. Now that the school had made sure to inspect every dorm, it had been precisely two days after the kiss and one since Jungkook had brought Bam back to his apartment. Since it was clear that they still hadn't found the dog, it was a little scary. But at least with Jungkook and Bam, everything was now fine. 

Some could accuse you of being selfish for expressing this, but you missed having the puppy by your side when you went to sleep and woke up; in just two weeks, Bam became so close to you that it frightened you. 

You don't bother putting your belongings away neatly when the bell rings; instead, you just stuff them all into your bag and head off. That was the plan, at least, until you noticed Jungkook among a group of individuals standing in front of the football court. He looked angry as he spoke to several of his teammates. You guessed that someone most likely had a poor practice performance. 

When Jungkook notices your gaze, he pauses and dismisses everyone, leaving them perplexed yet compliant. Since you are not friends with Jungkook in any way, you continue walking toward the Girls Dorm Building, looking down. When a hand suddenly stops you in your tracks, you secretly hope it's him; nevertheless, when you turn around, you see that it's Minho, a classmate. 

He grinned handing you a little letter, saying, "You forgot this in class." 

"Oh?" You frown and look at it. "I don't believe I— oh!" When you read the inside of it, your eyes widen. In reference to the message that asked you out on a date, he says, "Well, the idea was that you read it when you're at home, but I guess now works too." 

A date? Even though Minho and you were friends, you never expected that he would like like you "I'm actually-,"

When he noticed you, Jungkook remained where he was, silently watching you like a hawk. When he realized what was happening, his eyes grew gloomy, although it was difficult to tell from a distance whether Minho was unsettling you in any way.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he changed his mind, turned around and started marching in your direction before pausing behind Minho and crossing his arms. He seemed to be so much taller than him.

"Well, im actually-"

"What on earth do you want from my girlfriend?" As he drew nearer to you, Jungkook growled and put a guarding arm around your shoulder. He frowns while silently swearing in his brain. He clearly did not intend to say that, but it somehow managed to slip out. "Oh!" Minhos's cheeks began to blush as his eyebrow lifted. 

"I-I didn't know." 

"Of course you didn't. We just started dating." As he continues to lie, Jungkook mentally smacks his forehead.

As soon as Minho left, Jungkook's arm that had been around your shoulder did too. You were in a state of shock and had no idea what to do or say.

"What just happened?" You ask him in disbelief while clutching your note with tension.

"I don't know," Jungkook shrugs. "You don't know?" You furrow your brow.

"I dont"

"In other words, despite the fact that you disregarded my advice, he still kissed you? Girl, you have rizz." Jimin offers his thoughts while perched on Taehyung's lap and listening to your complaints over Jungkook's earlier behavior. 

Taehyung was also present; you've grown accustomed to seeing him around. He wasn't too bad, but he was definitely high most of the time. You and Jimin's heads turned in his direction as he abruptly spoke, "That's just how Jungkook gets." You didn't think he was paying attention considering he had his headphones on and was immersed in some PlayStation game. 

Jimin frowns, asking his boyfriend, "What do you mean?", who just shrugs, "I don't know, maybe Jungkook likes you," as he motions in your direction, making Jimin sit up. "Maybe?!" He shouted while clapping his hands collectively and beaming at you. "Y/n he's so into you, oh my god," 

You shake your head and cover your face with both hands while muttering under your breath. "He doesn't like me; he only noticed that I was uneasy and wanted to help."

"I have no idea how but it did, Minho left right away," you acknowledge. Jimin re-interrupts, saying, "I would too if a guy that size threatened me," after getting a beverage from Taehyung's refrigerator. "In all seriousness though, go talk to him, this time for real, no kisses or more" lifting a brow he raises a warning finger at you making you chuckle. Jimin has a superpower in making others feel better.

The football court 

As you enter the expansive football field, its size intimidates you somewhat. The court was considerably bigger than you had thought, and you felt so small in contrast. "Excuse me?" A voice startles you, causing you to turn around and meet a boy who is perhaps a year or two younger than you. "Um, yeah?" You inquire while fumbling with your shirt. "No one is permitted in here besides the coach and team, when it's not playtime," he says, bowing slightly to show you that he didn't mean to offend you in any way. He receives a modest smile from you before you reply, "Oh, yes! Yes, but I'm here to speak with Jeon Jungkook, is he here?" 

When you finish speaking, the younger person's eyes widen while you tilt your head to the side. "Well, I'm not sure whether I can let you in the locker room but-"

"I've got it from here, Soomin," Jungkook speaks, as he emerges from behind him, the poor boy is startled and flees. 

Crossing his arms and furrowing his brows in your direction, Jungkook is waiting for you to say something—anything.

"Well?" Impatiently, he asks. "I-I wanted to know how Bam was feeling?" "Is he feeling any better?-" 

"You came here to ask about Bam?" He interrupts you and moves closer to you so that the distance between the two of you is now barely a few feet.

"I- no." You confess while biting your lower lip and gazing to the ground. Jungkook's hand touches your chin—he was about to kiss you the last time he did that. 

"Stop doing that," you mutter as you shake off his hand, your eyes brimming with rage. You two are so close together that not even a single sheet of paper could fit in between, he mumbled back, "Do what." 

"Act like you care when you obviously don't," you start, brushing away a tear.

You were even more upset by what he said after.

"I care"

Your noses meet as you look up at him. "What happened to us Jungkook?" You ask, your eyes welling with tears, but he wipes them away.

"I don't know," He mutters against your lips. You chuckle cynically as you sneer. "You dont know?" You back away and shake your head at him. "And here I was believing I could-, that we could-" Shaking your head, you turn to face him again, "Nevermind, this was a dumb idea."

Taehyung you're a genius

"What's wrong with this guy?" With the extra keys he had given you at the start of the year, you enter Jimin's flat. You snarl, rolling your eyes, and slamming the door shut saying, "I mean- I go to talk to him like an adult, and he says-" slamming the pastries you impulsively bought onto the counter before continuing. "And he just tries to seduce me, or- ugh! I don't know what his plan was" you finish, chewing into a croissant.

Sighing, you turn around before glancing up with a wide-eyed expression. "Oh my god" you mutter, turning around and closing your eyes. "I am so sorry" you yell. You did not just walk in on Jimin giving Taehyung a blowjob. You just didn't.

Taehyung comforts you, "It's okay, it's okay," sipping up his pants as you hear Jimin grab a bottle of water. You hear Jimin say, "You can turn around now y/n."

You do as he says, still unsure, now seeing a considerably more PG-rated image of the two of them. Jimin gestures to the bag you brought, "Now give me one of those, and tell me what happened."

"Wow, you're telling me that he tried to kiss again?" As you nod, Jimin made a startled sound while eating his pastries. "Yes? Well, I'm not sure. I didn't let him carry out his plan, so I don't know what it was."

You groan to yourself while cradling your knees as you sit on the sofa with Taehyung nearby in the kitchen getting himself some lunch.

Then you start again, eyes alert, "Oh and." You huff, "When I asked him what happened to us. you wanna know what he said?!" Jimin nods. You replicate Jungkook's voice as you say, "I don't know."

Your closest friend exhales and covers his lips with his hand. Throwing yourself into the pillows, you complain, "God why can't my relationship be as easy as you and Taehyung's."

"Maybe because I and Jimin never hated each other," Taehyung said casually as he entered the living room while munching on some food. "The point is to make up and then start building a relationship, not the other way around" he added.

Jimin and you both glance at the person puzzled as your eyes expand simultaneously. Getting up to your feet, you grab your bag before heading over to Taehyung and grabbing both of his arms, giddily shaking him. "God Taehyung, if you weren't a stoner, you would graduate with your intellect "

Bring coffee

After navigating through the absurdly large number of bookshelves, you eventually find a comfortable workstation where you can begin writing your finals essay. Ah yes, I remember that time of the year when students went crazy and didn't sleep for nearly two months.

Thank goodness you began studying as soon as the semester started since that means you have it much easier than most of these people. You're even taken aback by how empty it is. Gathering your belongings while grinning to yourself your laptop takes precedence because that is where you will be writing your final essay. You frown as you rummage unsuccessfully through your suitcase for the coffee tumbler you know you packed before you left.

Now though, it was gone. No. That's impossible. Without even a small amount of caffeine, you couldn't last even one hour.

Placing your head on the table in defeat, you mutter "Fuuuuck" into your hands.

You notice that as more and more students enter the library, your seat would be taken as soon as you returned with your coffee if you left right now. You sigh to yourself and mumble, "Okay," as you open your laptop. Let's make the most of this, will we?

At this point in the day—around 8 p.m.—you were very certain that your study was complete. You were a little hesitant to leave right away, however, because of your overachieving nature. Surprisingly, the absence of caffeine wasn't nearly as severe as you anticipated. Yes, you were a little fatigued, but nothing too serious.

Ding

Your phone vibrated in your pocket, pulling it out you check the message, and saw that it was from the person you needed the least right now. Jungkook

Jungkook🙄: where are you? 

You: doesn't concern you

Jungkook🙄 is typing...

Jungkook🙄: tell me where you are

Jungkook🙄: I want to talk

You: buzz off

Jungkook🙄 is typing...

Jungkook🙄 is online

Jungkook🙄 is typing...

It goes like this for a good minute or so before your phone vibrates again, this time it's Jimin 

Jimin🐣: please tell Jungkook where the fuck you're at cause he won't stop messaging Taehyung.

Jimin🐣: you're interrupting my cuddle time

You: me? I don't see where this is any of my problem

Jimin🙄: just tell the poor boy where you're at

You: fine

Switching back to Jungkooks contact you start typing

You: library, 4th floor, at the back. Bring coffee, low fat milk with cream

You stop and think for a second

You: actually scratch the cream, just low fat milk

Read 8:15 pm

Fucker

You are suddenly startled out of reading an article about the topic of your essay, by the sound of a cup hitting the desk you are now working on. Looking up you see Jeon Jungkook, of course. You did tell him where you were because you loved Jimin, not because you wanted to talk to him. You weren't quite ready to talk yet, but it looked like Jungkook was.

Because of Taehyung's recent Ted Talk—which gave all of this a fresh perspective—you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Jungkook sits down, adjusting his glasses. "Lowfat milk, no cream." Were the words that first came out his mouth.

And Stunning was the first word that came to mind when you saw him in this outfit, which included his usual baggy shirt and jeans but also messy bed hair. He appeared cozy and boyfriend-like.

You mutter, "Thanks," returning your attention to your laptop and carrying on with your study. "How long have you been sitting here?" He raises his voice once more, pleading for you to respond to him. "9? Maybe 10" you answer shortly.

Yes Jungkook be aware of my resentment.

"A.m?" He yells, causing some others to turn to face him. Your own head likewise erupted in surprise. You cry, "Yes, a.m! Now be quiet! This is a library, and you haven't been here long enough to be familiar with the fundamental principles as it seems!" You spout the phrases at him. "Yeah"

"I'm here to apologize," Jungkook says, you release a relaxing "I know"

"Okay" he breathes out. It's time to use his hidden weapon. "I can show you pictures of Bam." Your focus shifts back to him at that point, leaving your laptop behind.

"I want to see," you say, raising an eyebrow telling Jungkook to continue as he shakes his head and says, "only if you listen to me."

You nod.

"I regret not making more of an effort to get along from the start, I was terrified and mad about... pretty much everything, but now i realize that there wasn't much you could have done to change that."

Was Jeon Jungkook taking responsibility for his own actions?, you wonder as you gape in awe at him

You pause to consider.

"It was also my fault." You finally speak.

"It doesn't really go away, being terrified and angry. Yet when you're a child, it's different. I didn't stop to think about how difficult it might've been for you since I was too busy with my own thoughts."

Jungkook nods in agreement round eyes, looking at you. "I think we got off our chests what we've been meaning to tell each other from day one."

You stare, blink, and then look down. Head shaking as you disagree. "You might have, but I didnt"

While maintaining eye contact with you, Jungkook glares at you. And as you were going to say somehing- "The Seoul University Library shuts in 5 minutes, make sure to-"

"- Oh!"

You leap up, gathering your things, and almost knocking your unfinished cappuccino over.

Jungkook offered his assistance, saying, "Here let me-"

"It's all right-"

Jungkook insists on taking you home that night, snatching your bag and putting a hand on your back, he guides you out.

Old librarian Mrs. Cho glares at the two of you angrily, it's now after 9 o'clock, when the library closes, you whisper "sorry" in her direction, but she just rolls her eyes.

Jungkook gives you a close look. not knowing what to say or do.

With the help of Taehyung, who gave him clear instructions, he had gotten over 'the plan' several times and while it was unwise to follow his advice, Taehyung was in a committed relationship while Jungkook was not.

He bought you coffee, apologised, and is now walking you home. All Taehyung instructed him to do was this, so why is it- why is it that he still feels weird

"Jungkook."

You finally catch his attention by calling out his name for the eighth time

"Huh?"

"Were here" You show him your door and give him a tiny smile. He nods and waits for you to open it; but, when you don't, he turns to look at you again as if expecting something.

Think hard, Jungkook!

Flashback

Jimin makes me watch a lot of Kdramas, y'know." Taehyung says while taking another drag from his joint, "When the main character walks the girl home, they have a thing for kissing at the door."

End of Flashback

As he remembers, Jungkook's eyes widen.

After clearing his throat, he approaches you so closely that your lips are almost touching, but you push him away. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" Leaning against the door to put some space between the two of you, you inquire apprehensively.

C'mon, Jungkook, think! "I uh-" Where is the player that can pick any woman he wants? What has changed for him suddenly? He nearly seems anxious.

But you're not any woman, you're you.

"I sincerely dont understand why. My mind just goes blank when i look at you. I think i'm going a little crazy."

You smile, eyes beaming as you look up at him. He looks so cute right now all shy and blushy.

Embracing his cheek with your hand, you caress him softly.

You mutter, "I don't think you're crazy."

When you touch him, Jungkook unwinds and says, "I think I like you.," his hands encircling your waist and luring you in.

"... think?"

"Let's just assume there's a 99% possibility,"

You chuckle, burying your face in his firm but comforting chest, "I'll take it."

Jungkook stares at the starry sky for a second before looking back down at you.

He speaks out again, making you peek up at him, "Do you?"

You quirk a brow, not understanding. He licks his lips once before elaborating.

"Do you like me too, by any chance?"

You nod kissing his soft cheek.

"Yes, I think I like you as well."

He laughs at you. Mockingly saying, "think?"

You hit his arm giggling,

"Let's just say a ninety-nine percent possibility."

Epilogue

"Stop, baby! This is so embarrassing right now." As you roll off of him in bed, you complain.

Summer break had just recently started, and as a result, there were late-night movie and long snuggle sessions. As well as snacks, games and other adult activities.

Jungkook and you were enjoying it to the fullest on a nice Saturday morning.

"Why? Can't I just tell my girlfriend she's pretty?" pulling you back to him, Jungkook reaches over and grabs hold of you. He then buries his face your neck and breathes you in. You feign a whine, kissing the top of his head while gently stroking his hair. "Your hair is so soft."

When your boyfriend thinks that he's gotten enough care he gets out of bed and walks away.

"Where are you going?" you mumble

"I don't know if you remember, but we have a child to feed," Jungkook says, referring to Bam who was eagerly awaiting his breakfast in the kitchen. He then lets out an audible giggle.

Since Jungkook and you moved into your own apartment together, having a dog was no longer a major inconvenience. Overall, life was as good as it gets.

"I didn't forget," You murmur as you watch Jungkook set the food bowl down and return to your side of the bed. He whispers, "Missed you," on your lips. "missed you two."

Oh, the two of you were so ridiculously in love, but who really cares?

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Sex shop

pairing : bestfriend!jungkook x f.reader

genre : SMUT, fluff

warnings :masturbation, really bad description of sex shop & stuff (sorry), mention of sex toys (not used, maybe in part 2 who knows ;) hehe ), teasing, use of pet names, praising, marking, first time, love making, penetrative sex, unprotected sex ( wrap It up guys! ), creampie, slight cockwarming, THEY ARE CUTE UGH

best friends ͜͡➸ to lovers ♡

words count : 4.2k

A/N : pls I’m insane (the way I had to clean my search history) ,, sorry this is a whole mess. I don’t know what I had in mind when I started writing this. I spent ages on this fic and ngl it didn’t turn out how I wanted but I tried my best :). I wrote this there is a long time ago but I decided to edit it 💀 & sorry for my english.

FEEDBACKS ARE VERY WELCOMED

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“see you on monday!” you waved at Jungkook as he waved back driving away.

You sighed as you walk to your friend.

“so, today your boyfriend doesn’t walk you home?” she teased. 

“Jungkook is not my boyfriend“ you blushed slapping her arm playfully.

"please you guys are always together. like always! Studying, hanging out together, shopping, lunch.. Except when he’s working on the weekends. He even sleep at your house.. I’m asking myself what you guys do-”

You gasped slapping her arm lightly.

“what? Chaeyoung stop! don’t say non-sense, we’re just..best friends.” you retorted looking down.

“yea yea whatever.”

Chaeyoung and you walked to your house, eating ice creams on your way.

“so what you wanna do?” you asked unlocking the front door.

“let’s just do nothing.” you laughed nodding.

You were laying on your couch scrolling though your social networks lazily when Chaeyoung suddenly jumped on you.

“Yo look at this!” she shoved her phone to your face.

“what is it?”

“it talks about masturbation.” she explained.

“and what about it?” you asked confused.

“I read that some women masturbate with water pression.” your cheeks heated up at her sudden burst.

“w-why are you even reading this?” you handed her the phone back.

“ just saw a girl from our promo repost this article.” she shrugged.

“that’s really suprising. I mean I’ve never thought about masturbation with water pression. Like I mean, using toys are easier no?” you looked at her eyes wide open.

“oh my god stop!” you threw a pillow at her face as she caught it midway laughing.

“wait! Don’t tell me you don’t masturbate, do you?” you hesitated before answering.

“i-it’s kind of personal.” you muttered.

“ugh stooooop we’re friends.. except you rather talk about it with your "best friend.” she wiggled her eyebrows teasingly.

“Can you just stop with him?“ you groaned.

“so tell me.” she whined shaking your arm repeatedly.

“well, yea.. like every other teenagers.” you cleared your voice making her grin.

“how many toys do you have?” she asked curiously.

“ok enough! this is so embarrassing.” you whined.

“not at all.” finally letting go of your arm as she grab her soda can on the glass table in front of you both.

“i don’t own any...” you muttered.

Chaeyoung chocked in her soft drink “you don’t?!” you shook your head.

“I don’t need it so.. yea.”

She stared at you silently for awhile.

“you should buy one.”

“why?“ you laughed awkwardly.

“it’ll be a new experience, another level of pleasure. And maybe it’ll please you more than your fingers or whatever."

How can she talks so openly? you thought.

“i know a great little sex shop not so far from here!” she exclaimed.

“you should check it out!”

“I’ll think about it.” you said, wanting this conversation to end.

❁ — •*:｡✩

You furrowed your eyebrows, bottom lip caught between your teeth, the pressure on your clit making you feel frustrated.

Your legs spread wide open, fingers going in and out of you slowly to tease you a bit.

Rubbing little circles with your thumb on the throbbing nerve trying to stimulate you a bit more.

10 minutes. 10 fucking minutes that you were trying to make yourself cum.

You didn’t know if you were too tense, stressed or exhausted but these days you couldn’t make yourself reach your highs. You groaned and gave up as you sigh annoyed getting up to wash your hand.

—

Later, you smiled as you sat on the edge of your bed, noticing a message from your best friend on your phone.

[20:42] kook : just arrived home, I hope you spent a nice afternoon. You’re probably sleeping or watching something on Netflix without me :( 

[20:44] y/n : hey yes i did. How was work? nahh I’m gonna sleep. wanna wait for you next week to watch our serie :)

[20:45] kook : work was alright. ohhh that’s my girl hehe can’t wait for next week then!

[20:47] y/n : nice then. You’re working all day tomorrow ?

[20:48] kook : yea unfortunately I’m working all day :(

[20:49] y/n : ughh!! good luck for tomorrow. Go take a bath and rest idiot. 

[20:51] kook: thanks princess! Sleep well too love ya ♡ 

[20:53] y/n : hehe love you too ♡

You let your body fell back on the mattress, smiling like an idiot at the small conversation.

Jungkook could always make you smile without even trying.

Noticing a early message from Chaeyoung, you opened it.

[18:57] Chae : here the address of the sex shop I talked about earlier : <address>. I know how curious you are sometimes 👀 hehe you’ll tell me. xoxo

Your smile vanished when you thought about your little talk with Chaeyoung.

“ok” you sighed deeply.

“I’ll go to this shop tomorrow.”

❁ — •*:｡✩

Waking up with the warm sunlights caressing your body gently. You stretched out groaning at the sore muscles.

You checked your phone. 1pm.

Well damn, that was a long sleep.

You decided to take a shower, eat lunch and get ready to “visit” this little shop.

—

Not wanting to be seen at such a place, you put a cap enough to hide your face a bit. You went for a oversized hoodie, a jean and a pair of vans.

Comfy.

You didn’t know why you were so nervous to go there. Is it because you’re scared to meet someone you know there? Is it because you’re embarrassed to see all the stuffs you’ll probably discover there? What type of things you’ll find?

“C’mon that’s just a shop y/n the fuck is wrong with you." you whisper-yelled to yourself before pulling your cap lower.

You took a deep breath as you put your hand on the knob of the door.

“Let’s go.”

Entering the place hesitantly, you looked at your surroundings. Deep red velvety walls, lights keeping the shop bright enough to make it less dark, shelves full of stuff you never knew the existence of.

The cashier welcomed you and you smiled at him politely.

Walking further through the shop, you noticed shelves filled with magazines, covers of obscene pictures of naked women and men making you cover your eyes feeling like a shocked and scared kid.

You blushed as you passed by lingeries hanging on the walls. Not lying to yourself, they were so pretty.

You brushed your fingertips gently over the soft materials, some velvety ones, lacy ones and other lingeries more… revealing.

Different boxes at the back of the shop intrigued you as you approached them.

Getting closer, you gulped feeling a little lump in you throat.

“what the fuck are these oh my gosh” you whisper-yelled completely shocked.

Not only vibrators were there, but anal plugs, anal beads, dildos, strap-on dildos , bdsm toys… handcuffs, ropes , flogger , whips, open mouth gag, blindfolds, spanking paddles, cock rings (pls help me!!), fleshlights …

“nipple clamps? That sounds so painful.” you whined covering your chest.

”urethral sound? oh lord i don’t even have a penis and I can feel the pain." you held your stomach, disgust painting your face.

“the hell are these? rabbit vibrator? butterfly vibrator?… bondage hood?? h-how do people breath oh my-”

(little break, let me clean my horrible search history real quick and drink some water my head is spinning with all these new information lmao)

Looking around you noticed bondage furniture and other stuffs making you uncomfortable.

“Chaeyoung is completely insane what the hell!”

“Good afternoon, how can I help you?”

A really familiar voice could be heard behind you. You turned around only to see your best friend.

”J-Jungkook!?“ you said louder than you thought.

“y-y/n?! What are you doing here?” shock written all over his red face.

”I’m hm I.. wait! What are you doing here?” you said trying to avoid his question.

Jungkook stayed quiet, mouth opening but no words coming out.

Looking at his shirt, you noticed the logo of the shop on it. ”you work here?“

Your eyes widened as you glanced at his red ears.

”hm.. yes.” he replied, head down as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

 “Oh.. that’s why you’ve never tell me more about your job…“ you trailed out.

He nodded looking at you again.

“and you? What are you doing here huh?” he asked curiosity laced in his voice.

You chewed on your bottom lip, searching for an answer.

“so?” he smiled teasingly ears still red.

“yo stop with your weird thoughts!” you punched him on his shoulder.

“personal stuff.” you muttered.

“well, I guessed it’s for personal stuff.” he looked around you smirking.

“oh shut up.”

“so what.. are you searching for?” you looked up at him shocked.

“eh that’s my job calm down.” he laughed as you looked around searching for someone else than your best friend to help you.

“I .. hm.. I came for this!” you grabbed a random box on the shelve next to you not even looking at it.

“wow..is this for you?” Jungkook tried his best not to laugh.

“yes!”

“never knew my bestie has a dick.” you looked down at the box .. cock ring.

You closed your eyes embarrassment washing over you. He laughed softly as you put the box back at his place quickly.

Looking for a diversion, you glanced behind him “hey what’s that?!” you pointed at a random spot.

When Jungkook looked over his shoulder, you grabbed the box of a vibrator running away with it.

“what?” he turned back only to see that you weren’t here anymore.

You stopped running, putting your hand over your heart as you tried to breath slower.

Looking up, you noticed that you were at the lingerie "booth”. Your eyes stayed glued on one of them.

A black one exactly.

You touched the soft bra, fingers sliding on the lacy material. It was just so cute and sexy at the same time.

You shook your head walking at the front of the shop to the cashier.

After paying your product, the cashier told you with no shame to “have fun”.

Gosh what a day.

❁ — •*:｡✩

You groaned exasperatedly throwing your purchase on your bed, this one bouncing on the mattress and ending on the floor.

You decided to take a shower, letting the warm water caress his way down your body pleasantly, helping your muscles relax, washing the stress and shame away.

After your shower, you went downstairs opening your fridge to take a bottle of ice cold water. You needed something fresh to calm down from all the events that happened today.

You swallowed down the liquid, the cold water hitting your throat in a pleasant way.

You jumped when you suddenly heard knocks on your door startling you.

You furrowed your eyebrows checking your phone to see if Chaeyoung texted you announcing she was coming over but nothing.

Opening the door you were faced to the last person you wanted to see today. The embarrassment too “fresh” to handle.

“Hi.” Jungkook smiled shyly.

You looked down nodding acknowledging his presence.

“hm.. can I come in?” he asked after a few seconds.

“oh! yea yea of course.” you let him in, closing the door behind.

“so.. what bring you here?” you talked still avoiding his eyes.

“can’t I come visit my favorite best friend?” he tilted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow up playfully.

“your one and only best friend.” you huffed.

“yep! my only one. mine.” he grinned cutely.

“yes. yours.” you smiled back this time looking at him, this one still smiling.

The atmosphere changed. You didn’t know how, why but it changed.

Something in Jungkook’s gaze changed for a second before he cleared his throat.

The word ‘yours’ affecting him a bit too much.

He couldn’t think like that, no , you’re his best friend.

But he wanted you more than that. He wanted you to be his.

A pleasant silence settled as you stared at each other, his eyes on your lips time to time.

“Can I kiss you?” he breathed out.

It was so sudden yet so tempting.

“yes.” you whispered as he approached you taking your face in his hands gently before connecting his lips with yours.

He kissed you softly, his hand sliding down your side to rest on your hip.

Kissing him felt so magical. It felt so unreal.

Jungkook pulled away, resting his forehead on yours before chuckling.

“i’ve never thought I’d kiss my pretty best friend one day.”

You chuckled hiding your face on his chest. He pulled you closer, hugging you.

This hug wasn’t like the others you shared before. This one was different. You could feel his heart beating faster when you wrapped your arms around him.

“y/n.” he spoke again.

You looked up at him waiting for him to continue.

“i.. i think.. I’m in love with you.” his cheeks red from the confession.

“think?” you teased.

He rolled his eyes smilling widely “I’m in love with you.”

“i’m in love with you too.” you said shyly before kissing his cheek.

He smiled before capturing your lips for another kiss, a sweet and loving one.

This time the kiss was longer, his hands creeping behind your back by your waist and tugging you closer onto his body.

The way your bodies were against each other’s made you feel some type of way.

A feeling you’ve never felt before. An unfamiliar feeling deep down in your stomach making you moan into the kiss as Jungkook’s hand went on your lower back pushing you harder on him.

He groaned feeling blood rushing down there. His growing boner pressed on your lower stomach.

You pulled away breathing heavily.

“I want you.” Jungkook whispered, his hands playing with the strings of your -his- hoodie.

“I want you too.”

You looked toward the stairs. Jungkook got the hint and took your hand in his walking upstairs.

It wasn’t the first time he came into your bedroom but this time, it wasn’t for studying, watching movies on your sleepovers or take naps… no this time was different.

Jungkook closed the door before walking to you, taking your chin between his thumb and index.

He leaned down, his lips envelopping yours into a loving and slow kiss again.

He started leaving little pecks, his lips trailing down to your jawline, to your neck sucking gently on the soft skin.

You walked backward to your bed letting your body fall on it pulling Jungkook in the process on top of you. He giggled softly as you caressed his cheek softly.

Your fingers went down, playing with the buttons of his shirt before unbuttoning them slowly one by one while looking into his eyes. He helped you taking it off completely throwing it away.

He bent down, lips on the side of your neck pressing light kisses, his hands sliding under your hoodie.

“can I?” he said gently pulling at the hem of the garment.

You nodded before sitting and raising your arms up. Jungkook chuckled pulling it off your beautiful body.

You suddenly froze, realizing that you were half-naked in front of him.

Your hands flew directly to your bra-covered breasts. If you felt exposed with your underwear on, you wondered how you’ll feel naked.

“don’t be shy.” Jungkook said softly.

“Easy to say when you don’t have breasts.” you muttered.

“i do have breats! But they’re super flat..it’s like they’re non-existent.” he said playfully palming his pecs.

“oh gosh stop.” you laughed slapping his arm.

Jungkook laughed too before taking your hands in his.

“look at me.” he started “your body is so beautiful. You are so beautiful. Don’t be shy around me. You know you can trust me and be yourself with me. So don’t hide from me.” you locked eyes with him, his words making your heart skip a beat.

No one ever talked like that with you.. about you.

You nodded with a smile decorating your lips.

“That’s my girl” he said as he peck your forehead.

He laid you down again gently, hands wandering on the bare skin, so soft as his fingertips caress their way up and down, goosebumps raising after their journeys. 

Jungkook lowered his head, his soft lips on your collarbone starting leaving open mouth kisses and little love bites there and then.

His mouth cascaded down on your chest, sucking on the sensitive skin to leave little reddish and purplish flowers.

He continued his way down, kissing every part he could, not forgetting to leave little marks proving that he has worshipped your beautiful body as it should.

He stopped when he reached your panties, looking up at you, a silent request to have your permission to take it off.

You hesitated for awhile, rethinking about his words. You did trust him. A lot. More than yourself perhaps? But being this exposed was really difficult for you.

Were you ready for this step?

“If you’re not ready or if you’re uncomfortable it’s ok princess, we can stop.” you heard him speak again pushing you out of your thoughts.

“take it off.” you answered.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes.” you lifted your hips a little bit as he dragged the soft material off your legs.

“so pretty.” Jungkook murmured as he caressed your thighs.

He took his time adorning them with love bites and hickeys, making them look even prettier at his eyes.

His face got higher, just above your most sensitive part.

He kissed your clit gently making you hiss. The new sensation so good making it throb, anticipation growing more and more.

The need to close your legs really tempting. And that’s exactly what you did.

Jungkook got off the bed to get rid of his pant.

You immediately looked away when he glanced at you, hands on the waistband of his boxer ready to push it down.

He blushed thinking about the fact that it was also his first time being naked in front of someone.

He still chuckled at your shyness murmuring a quiet “cute.”

Jungkook hissed as he finally freed his cock from his confinement, the sensitive tip hitting the air before slapping against his stomach.

You breath hitched when you felt the bed dip again signaling that Jungkook was back.

He made sure you were confortable, pillows behind your head, blanket over your bodies as you suggested for more ‘intimacy’.

Jungkook hovered you before talking again “are you nervous?”.

You gulped before letting a small yes escape from your mouth.

“Are you?” Jungkook nodded.

Both of you knew it was both your first time.

“If you’re not ready we can stop.” you said softly.

He smiled shyly nodding “y/n we can stop at any moment. Understood?”

You nodded hand cupping his cheek, thumb caressing the cheekbone.

Jungkook positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock rubbing teasingly on your folds making you moan.

“´k are you sure?” he asked one last time.

You nodded before he stopped you, shaking his head.

“I need a verbal approval y/n.”

“I’m sure and I want you to be sure too.” you said softly making him hummed.

“oh wait wait!” Jungkook exclaimed.

“what is it?” you asked confused many scenarios creating in your head ready to make you panick.

“be my girlfriend. no! I mean, w-would you like to be my girlfriend?” you chuckled at how cute he was.

“I’d love to Kook” you pecked his lips making him smile widely, eyes turning into little crescents.

Jungkook started entering you slowly and carefully making sure not to hurt you, checking up on your facial expressions time to time.

You gripped on his bicep hard as it started to burn. The unfamiliar intrusion uncomfortable.

You hissed, the pain making his presence more and more.

“are you ok? Do you want me to stop? Pull out? I can st-”

“i’m good don’t worry, keep going slowly please.” you whispered.

Jungkook peppered kisses on your cheek and neck, to distract you from the pain of the stretch as he pushed in deeper until he completely bottomed.

You groaned, tears forming in your eyes “shh, you’re doing so well darling.”

He caressed your cheeks a bit concerned “Tell me when I can move yea?”

On the other side, Jungkook suffered in his own way.

He scrunched his nose, bottom lip trapped between his teeth at the warm tightness around him so foreign, his mind going wild.

You took a deep breath, trying to surpass the burn down there.

You nodded gesturing him to move again. This one, thrusted in and out slowly, taking his time not to hurt you and enjoy the new sensation around him.

He groaned as he started feeling this exciting and pleasuring feeling making his cock twitched inside you.

You moaned softly, the pain fading away and the pleasure coming gradually.

The burn was still there but it was bearable, it felt good as Jungkook continued his slow moves.

“J-Jungkook” you breathed out hand gripping his bicep tightly nails digging into the flesh.

“you ok princess?” he whispered against your lips.

“It f-feels good.. you feel so good” your eyelids getting heavy, trying your best to keep your eyes on him.

He looked so handsome. On top of you, lips swollen with all the kisses exchanged, a light blush decorating his cheeks, his ears red, chest gleaming with sweat, little droplets formed on his forehead….. so ethereal.

As Jungkook continued moving in and out of you, the pleasure took over, the painful burn long forgotten.

Your hands travelled to his back, fingernails were buried into the soft flesh of his muscular back drawing little crescents.

“you’re doing so good baby. so good for me.” he caressed your cheek.

Jungkook took his time making love to you, nibbling on your earlobe lightly as he whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

You scratched his back as he gripped your thigh lifting it a bit getting deeper inside you.

“fuck please don’t stop.” you whimpered voice cracking, his length rubbing deliciously against your warm velvelty walls.

The wet and warm feeling around him made him feel lightheaded. You felt too good to be true.

He pressed butterfly kisses on your jawline, his lips travelling down leaving beautiful dark red flowers on your neck, continuing his path to your collarbone biting it lightly enough to form a little mark. “so pretty.” he whispered more to himself.

He let out a low groan as you clenched around him “fuck!” he rolled his hips sensually grazing over your sweet spot making you whined out loudly.

You ran your fingers through his soft locks. You squeezed your eyes shut, letting your head fall back into the pillows as Jungkook hit deeper.

Art. Just art. You looked like a masterpiece.

All covered up with hickeys, the red and purple marks on your skin making his eyes sparkling with lust, admiration and love.

“you’re so beautiful. so beautiful all marked up.” he said fingers running over the little bruises he left. “mine. you’re mine.”

The vein of his neck was prominent as he moaned when you tightened around him, the pressure making him weak to a point “baby d-don’t stop clenching p-please.” 

“Jungkook I think I’m- fuck.” you moaned feeling the knot in your lower stomach tighter, your heart beating faster as the pleasure propagated inside you.

Jungkook placed your calve over his waist, he cupped your jawline, his lips barely touching yours as he whispered “cum for me love.”

He furrowed his eyebrows at the way your walls convulse around him. “fuck! I’m so near!”

Jungkook slid his veiny hands up your arms until they reached your hands, pinning them at each side of your head as he tangled your fingers together.

The sweet little gesture making your heart stop.

He bent down to press kisses on the sensitive marked-skin of your neck. His touches overwhelming you.

Butterflies finally blooming into your lower stomach as you came around him.

The sudden wave of pleasure forming tears in your eyes as they slid down your cheeks. His name leaving your throat in a high pitched moan.

Your soft moans pushed him over the edge of his own release, he moaned deeply as he came inside you, filling you up to the brim.

The warm cum made you sigh as you let your body relax against the soft sheet.

“i love you.” he pushed stands of hair out of your face.

Heat rushed to your cheeks, the three words making your heart melt.

“i love you.” you whispered softly, caressing the back of his head gently.

Jungkook buried his face into the crook of your neck, his breath tickling you.

You chuckled, hand stroking up and down his back to soother the scratched skin. He looked up at you before pecking the tip of your nose.

“’m tired.” you mumbled yawning.

“let’s get you clean up first cutie.”

He was about to pull out when you groaned pulling him down on you. “let’s stay like this please?” shyness showing up again.

“as you wish princess.”

He laid a kiss on your temple before turning around on his back, pulling you on top of him. His slow heartbeats and an last I love you were the last thing you heard before drifting off in his warm embrace.

a beautiful relationship started and probably a wild one …

—

a/n : not a frequent f2l fic right? I hope i did good - a part 2? I love writing fluffy smut since I’m a romantic person 😭 sorry sorry. Anyways, thanks for reading luvs. Take care of yourselves :)

+ I forgot to add that jk and reader are both college students and it’s a part job for Jungkook.

Goodbye to Hello | jjk

Pairing: badboy!jeongguk x female!reader

Word Count: 25,102

Genre: fluff, lots of smut oops, mega-angst, strangers to lovers!au, fuckboy/fuckgirl!au

Warning(s): profanity, infidelity, mega-angst (im sorry), mention of alcohol, smoking, smut, unprotected sex, oral (m + f receiving), slight m!dom, nipple play, hand job, dirty talk, ice play, ass grabbing, mention of a sex toy, squirting, hobi is a bad boy in this too, multiple orgasms, smutty kissing, reader may or may not have accidentally become a fuckgirl in this story sorry not sorry; Rated: 18+

Credit to: @yoonoclock for making such an incredible cover for this story that has taken me two long years to write. It’s finally where I need it to be and thank you so much Monnie for using your talent to create a banner that truly embodies the story.

Taglist: thank you so much for your patience with me! @ggukkieland @thisartemisnevermisses @moonchild1 @familiarlikemymirror3 @gukniverse​

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In The Seom: Love For Dummies | JJK

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader

Genre: Camping AU, FwB To Lovers, College AU, smut, fluff, angst

Word count: 21k

Warnings: Shower sex, casual hookups, alcohol consumption, smoking, Jungkook hits a guy like once, toxic Jungkook if you squint

Synopsis:

Always the friend, never the girlfriend.

Jeon Jungkook doesn't date. At least that's what he thought until he met you, a chemistry student who seemed to have it all—except for love. Meeting at a mutual friends frat party, you hit it off right away. However, due to both of your stubbornness, it has never progressed beyond being friends with benefits.

The annual camping trip with your friend group was supposed to be the turning point in your relationship with Jungkook. But what happens when your best friend of 18 years unexpectedly comes back from Busan and confesses to you, further complicating matters?

A/n: Not gonna lie I've had the idea for this fic for sooo long now and I finally decided to sit down and write it. I think it turned out great with just the right amount of comedy, Angst and smut. Enjoy!

"Oh my god, Jungkook!" You moan as he forced you down onto his dick while you ride him.

With the way he pounds you, his dick leaves you whining. One of his big tattooed hands fondled with your tit as the other manages to sneak around your belly to push you against him even more. The mirror in front of you did wonders to showcase the unholy position you two were in right now; you riding Jungkooks cock, your back facing him as he watched your tits bounce up and down.

"Fuck yeah, like this princess?" He moans, making sure to rub your clit a few times. Nodding you throw your head back against his broad chest—He'd been working out more lately, having taken on extra boxing classes.

"I wanna cum" you whine, pushing against him in an attempt to get him closer too. "Me too-fuck" he swears when you reach down to fondle his balls. "Baby- princess I'm gonna-"

"Me too, baby, me too," you whine and soon find yourself coming all over his dick as he fills the condom.

"That was great," Jungkook comments as he walks out of your bathroom in only his boxershorts.

You smile at him and motion for him to join you in bed, the ungodly hour—2 am.— making you extra tired. "Next time you're horny wait 'till the next day, please," you whimper against his chest as he draws circles on your back. "You and me both know that's not gonna happen." Jungkook laughs, and that's the last thing you hear before falling asleep on his chest.

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You and Jungkook weren't exactly dating by any means—It was more of a situationship at most.

You'd met him 4 months ago at a frat party—very original I know—due to your mutual friend Taehyung. The two of you just clicked and became friends almost immediately.

Kook majored in photography, whereas you studied chemistry. With the exception of Taehyung, who majored in art and spent the majority of his free time painting in the studio, your schedules were quite similar. You were all always available at the same time.

Jungkook and you simply happened to be lonely and drawn to one another, and soon enough, the two of you started hanging out and fooling around.

This 'situationship' as you liked to call it, has been going on for the fast 2 months; you were invited to a party? Jungkook was your plus one. Bored out of your mind on a Friday afternoon? Jungkook was the first you'd call. Hungry but too lazy to make food? Jungkook always had leftovers.

Naturally, someone will always start developing feelings when spending a lot of time with another person. In this instance, it was Jungkook who'd—while high and talking to his best friend Taehyung—had oddly confessed how he felt;

"I don't know, man, usually I'm not the type to buy flowers and shit y'know? I like to keep it lowkey—invite the girl for lunch every other week or so after fucking. But with Y/n, I just feel like I need to give her presents the whole time, like, last week when we were hanging out, she brought me muffins dude— muffins." Jungkook moaned in frustration. "I don't eat sugary shit like that. My trainer says it's bad for building muscle and all. But damn, when I tell you, I ate all of them in one sitting just cause they reminded me of her."

"So you like Y/n?" Taehyung just asks, laying on the ground, not really paying attention to his friend who was for the first time ever, confessing that he had feelings for a girl.

Rolling his eyes Jungkook shakes his head "didn't you fucking listen to- ugh fuck it yeah I probably do"

"Well, then you should tell her" Tae shrugs, taking another drag and turning off his phone finally paying attention to his friend.

"I'm not gonna fucking tell her, she's gonna reject me, we said from the beginning that it's just sex" Kook throws his head back in frustration "and it was me who proposed that too"

"You're an idiot for that, Y/n is kind, smart and fuck, she's hot. Honestly, if I weren't dating Jihyo, I would've made a move ages ago".

Raising a brow, Jungkook finishes his joint and throws it away, sitting up. "Don't we have our annual camping trip in 2 weeks? Maybe I'll pull some romantic shit like a picnic or something and ask her out? you think she'd be into that?" Jungkook wonders out loud.

"Go for it"

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

"Morning, sweatpea," Jennie chuckles as she ruffles your hair, waking you up from your wonderful slumber. "What time is it?" You groan, trying to locate your phone without opening your eyes. You struggle for a second before finding it. 8:30. You groan. "Why are you waking me up at this hour? We're supposed to be on break," sitting up, you whine, and try to fix your hair.

Jennie shakes her head disapprovingly, "Girl, we have to pack! We're leaving tomorrow already." Taking your hand, she makes you stand up. You groan again, accepting your faith. "Right, I forgot," your belly grumbles right after you say that, making you move out of your room with your best friend right behind you. "I need a coffee first, then we can start packing."

The time of year had finally arrived when you and your group of friends—Jennie, Taehyung, Jihyo, Namjoon, and You—would rent a cabin in the woods and spend a full month there. The tradition started almost 4 years ago when you guys got drunk as hell and randomly booked the trip one night.

Taehyung suggested that Jungkook join you guys this time, and he did so for the first time. Because she is studying abroad for this semester, Namjoon wasn't bringing his girlfriend this year, so you invited your other best friend Jisung to attend for the first time as well instead.

"Is Jisung coming with us in the car, or is he driving himself?" Jennie asks as the both of you sit in front of your luggage and pack. You shrug. "I think he's coming 1 day later than the rest of us," you state, remembering him telling you a few days ago when you were on the phone.

Jisung and you have known each other for at least 18 years now. He was 1 year older than you, making him 22. Sadly, he visited another university, meaning that the two of you didn't get to hang out as much as you wanted to anymore.

"Can't wait to finally meet my competitor," Jennie chuckles. She's being on and on about having to compete for spot number one best friend with him. And even though you know it's a joke, she still seems pretty serious about it at times.

You shake your head laughing "I hope you guys don't actually start a competition when we're at the cabin"

"It would be kinda funny though, just imagine us doing races and shit." Jennie laughs out loud.

"It would be"

Even though you two had only just met when you moved to Seoul two years prior, you two had already developed a stronger bond than two magnets. And ultimately moving in together.

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Pookie🩶: Can't sleep. Send me a pic of your boobies?

With a silent ping, your phone lights up, showing a message from Jungkook.

You: 🫣

You: can't, I'm already in bed, nervy for tomorrow

Sighing, you turn around onto your back in your bed, rubbing one eye as tiredness takes over your body. It was almost midnight.

Pookie🩶: how come? Nervous to see me?😎

You: in your dreams koo

Pookie🩶: what's up then? You scared of bears?

Laughing, you shake your head at Jungkooks attempts to distract you.

You: I'm seeing Jisung again for the first time since he left for Uni

Pookie🩶: Jisung?

You: Yeah, my best friend, I vividly remember telling you last week

Pookie🩶: Oh, you mean that childhood best friend of yours

You:🤨

You: are you jealous Kook?🙃

Read

Asshole.

When it came to texting back Jungkook was the worst, he'd always pull excuses like; "oh I fell asleep" or "I had class"

You're sorta thankful anyway, since it was late and you really needed to catch some sleep before waking up at 5 am. Tomorrow morning to start the 2 hour road trip to the cabin.

"Y/n did you see my hair dryer?" Jennie yells from her bedroom as you pack the last few things like your hairbrush and toothbrush into your etui. "No, but you can use mine if you end up not finding it fast enough" you yell back, standing up and brushing your clothes clean before grabbing the handle of your luggage and bringing it outside to where the car was already waiting for you.

Namjoon—gotta love him for this— had managed to rent a minivan that fit all of you plus your suitcases inside.

"Hey guys," you greet Namjoon and Taehyung, who were waiting outside the car for you and Jennie. "Where's Jungkook?" Turning, you look around for the boy only to be met with anything but him.

"He slept in, should be coming in a few minutes though," Taehyung informs you, making you shake your head. Of course, Jungkook, out of all people, had slept in. This was not surprising at all.

"Looking for me?" You feel two strong arms hug you from behind as Jungkook kisses your cheek. "You're late, sailor," you joke, returning his hug and ruffling his hair much to his dislike. "You're lucky you're cute" he frowns making sure his hair is back to normal after ruffling through it a few times.

"You're lucky I even let you come on this trip after sleeping in." You cross your arms.

Jungkook was about to respond when he was interrupted by your best friend.

"Ready to go?" Jennie asks as she walks out to the parking lot with not 1 or 2 but 3 suitcases. "You've got to be kidding me?" You laugh out loud at your roommate. "What?" Jennie asks. "One is for my shirts, one if for my pants and one is for my shoes," she reasons, telling Namjoon to help her get the luggage inside the car.

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"-Oh my, oh my God 예상했어 나 I was really hoping that he will come through Oh my, oh my God 단 너뿐이야 Asking all the time about what I should do-" the car is filled with joy as you all sing along to New Jeans' new song.

Soon enough, one hour had already passed, and you were halfway to your destination. When Jennie suddenly turns off the music making all of you whine in union.

"Jennie, what the -" Taehyung complains, but Jennie interrupts him. "I have to pee, let's stop somewhere"

"Can't you wait another hour?" Namjoon rolls his eyes, squeezing the steering wheel in annoyance.

Jennie had been trying to catch up on sleep for the first 20 minutes of the ride, only to be disturbed by you guys' singing. And she'd been complaining ever since. For you, it's funny how dramatic she can get at times.

"Guys I have to go too" you speak up, "and we ran out of snacks 30 minutes ago,".

"Fine let's make a stop at the next Gas Station, but don't take too long, I really fucking hate driving with an entire choir of people in the backseat, I want to get there already" Namjoon says as he eyes You, Taehyung and Jungkook who just laugh.

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"I can't decide between these two," you pout, pointing at the skittles and kitkats and sighing. "Just get them both," Jennie shrugs as she herself gets some chocolate cookies. "No, they're always so expensive at gas stations." You continue whining until eventually Jungkook comes up behind you and grabs both packs of candy and your hand walking to the cashier and paying. Blushing, you thank him and intertwine your hand in his as the both of you walk to the car and have a little moment to yourselves before everyone comes back.

"How are you liking it so far?" You quietly ask Jungkook as you nibble at your chocolate bar. He let's out a chuckle, placing your hair behind your ear as he looks at your with endearment. "You mean the 1 hour we've been singing karaoke in the car?"

Hitting his chest, you huff. "You know what I mean!"

"Just wait until Taehyung puts on Celine Dion" you joke

Jungkook just nods and keeps you close to him as he seemingly stops to think about your question.

"I like spending time with you," he speaks up eventually, closing the little distance between you two and pecking your lips shortly after. His hand reaching to stroke your blushing cheek.

Every day, it felt like you and Jungkook were getting closer. You did things that couples do, such as kissing casually or spending time together without it having to end in sex. However, the fact that he hasn't asked you out yet has left you perplexed; if you two liked each other so much, why didn't he take the next step and ask you to be his girlfriend?

You talked about this with Jennie plenty of times already. You really wanted to have your cinderella moment and have Jungkook do the talking while you listened and eventually agreed to be his.

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"Were here, children," Namjoon sighs as he walks out the minivan and immediately goes to his phone, calling his girlfriend—They were a cute couple, having been dating for almost 2 years now, the two of them were inseparable until she moved to Australia for 6 months. It took Joon some time to get used to not seeing Sana every day, but eventually, with facetime and the occasional visit, everything seemed to work out just fine between the two.

You were envious of just how effortlessly they carried their relationship. There was no pressure to get married yet, eventhough both of them were already in their mid 20's.

"I'm getting the bigger room cause I organised the trip." Taehyung speaks up suddenly, bringing you out of your thoughts as you help Jungkook take the luggage out of the car.

"What? No! Jennie and me were the ones that booked the cabin!" You protest crossing your arms.

Hearing Jungkook laugh beside should you send him a glare.

"Wait -" Namjoon crosses his arms as he walks closer to you guys.

"I was the one to rent the minivan that even caused all of us to be here in the first place"

"Good point" Taehyung agrees making you even more confused.

"That's a stupid point." Looking at Jennie, she nods. "So stupid." she agrees, rolling her eyes but not really caring anyway.

"Taehyung, you're one person. The ones who deserve the big room are me and Jungkook," you argue

Taehyung seemed to think of a way to argue back, but when he realizes that yes, you were right, he dismisses you with a simple "fine" making you jump up and down happily

You get a call from Jisung shortly after putting your belongings in the closet, somewhat embarrassed by how much you'd actually taken with you on this trip, leaving Jungkook with almost no space at all.

But he'd assured you that everything was fine and that he'd figure out a way to deal with it. After all, you were no better than Jennie.

"Hi, Jisung!" You almost squeak seeing your best friend, even though over the phone, for the first time in weeks. "How are things going, Y/n-ie? Did you arrive safely?" Jisung inquires from the other end of the phone. Nodding, you take a sip of water and settle into your bed as you watch Jungkook exit the bathroom that was connected to the room. With a small wave of your hand at him, you return to your phone. "Everything went off without a hitch! You should've been there! We sang the entire ride here; you would have loved it!"

"I'm sure of it, sorry again, but uni has been kicking my ass," he says, but you dismiss him almost immediately. "It's okay, it's only one day! I think we'll just have an early dinner and then go to bed because today was pretty stressful - "As you speak, you look at Jungkook. "Someone, I won't name names, slept in, and forced us to leave later than planned."

Jungkook crosses his arms at that, raising a brow. "Who are you talking to?" He asks, even though he knew it was Jisung he wanted to make sure. "Jisung" you prove him right by answering, looking back at your phone you laugh at something he said.

Jungkook simply rolls his eyes and settles beside you, having changed into more comfortable and clean clothing. He then pulls you onto his lap and rests his head on your shoulder, just to set some boundaries for your best friend. "Oh, see-" You raise your phone to Jungkook, "this is Jungkook."

Jungkook just nods his head towards Jisung completely ignoring his friendly "Hello" and how are you?".

It was safe to say that Jungkook was already pissed off at the fact that another guy had your full attention.

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You decided to take a small nap after you were done talking to Jisung, placing the covers over your body you inched even closer to Jungkook and closed your eyes.

"Tired? Mh?" He asks as he turn off his phone and plays with your hair as you just hum. "It's so cold here compared to Seoul" you whine, hugging the cover closer to your body.

"I know a way to warm you up that's always worked." Jungkooks voice was quiet but malicious, a smirk forming on his face. "Oh yeah? What's that?" You tease him, sitting up a bit and looking up at him with your cute puppy eyes. Taking your chin in his hand, he places a small kiss on your lips before answering, "I think you know".

His hand wanders to your ass, giving it a small squeeze as you moan in return. "Kook.."

"What do you want, huh?" He asks teasingly, playing with the hem of your shorts, tugging for you to take them off. "Want me to make you feel good?"

"I always want you to make me feel good, Kook," you say, kissing his neck and leaving a bruise here and there. He enjoys when you do that, he loves showing off that he's—although not officially—taken.

His hands roamed your body, and before you know it, the both of you are lying next to each other, naked.

His fingers pump in and out of you at a nice slow pace, just how he learned you like it. "You look so good like this," he moans, referring to your body that lays on top of his with your legs spread wide open for him. Anyone could walk in on you guys and see your pussy in all its glory at any moment. But you didn't care. It just felt so good.

"Take these off." Referring to his pants, you tug them down as much as you can, pulling them down just under his balls and taking hold of his hard dick. "You're so big, Jungkook," you breathe out, licking his tip down to his shaft. "Fuck, just how you like it huh?" He continues the dirty talk, loving the way your tongue makes hin feel like he's in heaven. "Suck on it, princess"

You don't hesitate to do as he says as you make an effort to choke on it a little. So much to taking a small nap before dinner.

"Fuck, damn-" Jungkook mutters under his breath, his hand guiding you up and down in nice swift motions. The sounds of your gagging almost make him nut just then.

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Jisung😼: I'm 30 minutes away

You: omggg okay wait I'll prepare you some food for when you arrive

Placing down your phone, you run over to the kitchen and start preparing some lunch for Jisung to enjoy later when he arrives. To say you were excited to see your best friend after nearly a year was an understatement. You talked almost every day, sure, but it didn't compare to actually seeing each other.

Jisung😼: you're a Saint. I love you

I love you

Jungkook grimaces as he reads the message, he didn't necessarily mean to peak, but the message had just appeared when he sat down for lunch as well.

"What are ya making?" He asks as he watches you scramble around the kitchen

"Just some sandwiches for when Jisung arrives, he's had a pretty horrible taxi drive here" you start

"You want some too?" You ask as you turn around to a pouting Jungkook who just nods.

"Fine, I'll make you some, you big baby." You tease him, earning a slap on your butt when he was suddenly standing behind you.

"Can you believe they charged him 150$ for a 30-minute drive?" You say shaking your head as you cut some lettuce. Jungkook didn't care how much Jisung paid to get here, and to be completely honest, he'd probably pay 150$ for him to just leave.

Somehow, the feeling of having a guy close to you made him.. jealous. He felt as if your attention was not going to be on him 24/7 like he's used to.

Namjoon and Taehyung were eating their lunch outside at the lake, while Jennie was still fast asleep in her room, most likely from talking to her sister all night.

"Put extra cheese on mine, please," Jungkook mumbles as his strong arms encircle your waist, placing his head on your shoulder like he always did, watching you prepare the food.

Humming a random tune to yourself, you finish up the food and place Jisungs into the fridge, giving Jungkook his right away.

"Are you not gonna eat?" He asks when he notices your lack of food. You shake your head. "I'm too nervous," you say, shaking your hands showing just how excited you really were.

Jungkook rolls his eyes internally, grabbing one half of his food and handing it to you "Eat, I don't like when you miss meals"

"Jungkook don't worry, I'll eat when-"

Ding dong

"Oh my god," you jump up, running to the door, opening it almost immediately as you're met with your best friend.

"He-"

"Jisung!" You yell, jumping into his arms, making him drop his bags and hug you back laughing. "What's up Y/n, missed you"

"Are you kidding me? I missed you even more!" You say this while looking at him excitedly. "You look great; have you started going to the gym? You've definitely gotten buffer ". That's when Jungkook had enough as he stood up and left to your room; no one else was allowed to be complimented on their muscles by you except for him.

"Wait until I tell you the shit I had to go through until I finally got here" Jisung groans annoyed as he finally let's go of your waist, walking into the house a bit more, looking around. "Damn, this place is huge. When you said cabin, I pictured a small cute house in the woods," he laughs. Hitting his chest, you cover your mouth giggling. "Well, it has to fit 6 people in it." Shrugging, you hush him over to the table where you thought Jungkook was still sitting.

"Im so excited for you two to finally meet I-" turning you see-.. no one?

"I could swear Jungkook was here like 5 minutes ago," you mumble under your breath, not letting the thought hinder you from enjoying the fact that your childhood best friend was standing in front of you.

"It's fine, I guess you two can meet each other later. Let me get your food. You can go set your luggage in the first room to the right!" You smile as you walk into the kitchen and open the fridge.

"Oh Jungkook, there you are." You jump in surprise when you turn to see him sitting at the small table inside the kitchen eating his food. "I thought you disappeared on me for a second." Laughing, you lean over him and kiss his cheek after setting the plate with Jisungs food down next to him.

"Nope, I'm right here, didn't wanna interrupt your little moment" he huffs, taking the last bite of his sandwich and taking a sip of water as he leans back into your touch, not being able to stay 'mad' at you for too long.

"Don't be ridiculous, I want you guys to meet!" You grin happily about to give him a small peck on the lips when someone clears their throat at the entrance of the kitchen.

With a small wave, Jisung makes his presence clear. "What's up, dude? I'm Jisung. It's nice to finally meet the guy who makes my best friend ignore me for says straight. " he obviously jokes, not earning a single laugh from Jungkook, though. Hitting his shoulder, you glare at him before laughing. "He's shy,".

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"And this is mine and Jungkook's room, we haven't really been able to do more than just put our clothes in the closet, but at least that means that it's not messy just yet" leaning against your doorframe you giggle. "Well that's it, it's honestly not that big when you think about it"

"It's pretty big y/n. You and Jennie did a great job," Jisung compliments.

"So you and Jungkook.." Jisung speaks up after a second, "are you two together?" He awkwardly asks, making you bite your lip nervously. "Um.. Well, we're not together, but.." You start, sitting down on your bed. "I really like him, you know?" Looking up at him, you wait for his response.

Completely disregarding what you'd just told him, his brows rise when he realizes something, "I actually brought you a present from back in Busan." he blushes a bit, but you fail to notice. "You did?" Placing your hands behind your back, you raise your brows. "Well...? What is it?"

"Right-!" Jisung jumps into action as you follow him close behind to his room.

"I don't know it just made me think of you." He scratches the back of his head after he hands you a cute blue bracelet. Looking down, you grin. "It's so nice, I love it." You thank him, hugging him tightly. "I really missed you"

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"Bitch this is so real" Jennie comments as the both of you are chilling on the couch, watching a random 2000's movie, eating some popcorn. "I'm not even paying attention anymore at this point," you chuckle, earning a loving hit from her. Looking down on your phone at the picture Jungkook had just sent you, you smile. All of the guys were currently down at the lake, drinking a few bottles of beer and swimming. While the thought of going for a swim in the lake sounded very much appealing to you, you preferred staying in the warm cabin with Jennie, binge-watching all of Netflix.

Pookie🩶: *attached picture*

Pookie🩶: are you girls coming down here anytime soon? we still have a few beers left.

You: 🥶

Pookie🩶: Get one of my sweaters and come down here, we made a bonfire, and everything

You stop to think for a second, wearing one of Jungkooks sweaters—that smelled like heaven by the way—and cuddling with him by a bonfire? You're sold.

Looking over at Jennie, she's already giving you a look. "Fine, you wanna go and hang out with your man instead of spending quality time with your best friend? Go for it." The sarcasm in her voice was clear, and after just looking at one another for a second, you two burst out laughing. "I'm just kidding, I think I'm gonna call it a night. You have fun, though." Blowing loving kisses at her, you make your way upstairs to your room, grabbing Jungkooks Balenciaga hoodie that he wore earlier and making your way down to the lake with a smile on your face.

"Hey boys," you wave as you walk towards them, hugging your arms around yourself. Even though Jungkooks sweater was helping with the cold, it was still freezing outside. "Princess," Jungkook calls, waving you over to him. "You look cute"

"So what did you guys do all alone?" Taehyung asks, taking a drag of his cig and blowing the smoke out with ease. You shrug. "Nothing illegal," you joke, leaning against Jungkook and closing your eyes for a second. "Just watched some movies, ate popcorn that was probably expired"

The whole round laughs as the music they put on faded to the background.

"You should watch the new show that just came out, what's it called..." Jisung speaks up, thinking for a second before continuing. "The Glory."

Your eyes light up at the mention of the show, turning to Jungkook, you smile. "Yeah, Jungkook and I started watching it like last week. It's so good." You nod, playing with Jungkook's larger hand as you discuss the show with Jisung.

Jungkook was filled with pride when you mentioned watching the show with him; something about the memory from last week—you cuddling up to him in only his shirt as you began watching the first few episodes—made his heart skip a beat.

"...yeah I really do hope they make a season 2" your voice breaks him out of his daydream, his hand wandering to your stomach and pulling you closer to him, noticing that you in fact are very cold.

"We should call it a night," he whispered into your ear, patting your hip to get up. Yawning, you nod, agreeing with him and standing up.

"Night, see ya tomorrow, I heard it's supposed to get pretty hot" Jisungs calls after you guys, making you yell out in excitement.

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"Good morningggg" you singsong, walking into the kitchen the next morning. Jennie and Jisung sat at the counter, talking about whatever. "Morning," Jennie greets you, sliding a bowl of yoghurt with fruit towards you. Thanking her, you sit down next to Jisung, stealing one of his blueberries and poking your tongue at him in amusement. "So where are the others?" You query, getting up again after eating a few spoonfuls, and making yourself a coffee.

"I think Namjoon and Jungkook are in the gym downstairs, and Taehyungs still asleep. He facetimed Jihyo all night doing god knows what" Jennie rolls her eyes, already regretting choosing the room beside him.

"So Jisung, be honest." Jennie starts, and looking back at her, you can see she's about to ask something dramatic. "How do you like the guys? Cause I can totally understand if you hate either Taehyung or Jungkook, those two stoners -" "Jennie," you stop her from finishing her sentence as you give her a look of disapproval.

Shrugging, she just takes another mouthful of her food. "I know what I'm talking about, Are you blind or do you not see the way Jungkook literally bores daggers into Jisungs back every time he gets remotely close to you"

Sighing, you take a sip of your freshly brewed coffee. "First of all," you look at Jisung, "that's just how Jungkook looks at literally everyone." You smile, really not wanting your best friend to get the wrong impression of your boyf- of Jungkook. "wrong," Jennie interrups you. "He looks at me or Namjoon just fine when we're with you"

"That's cause..." You want to argue but can't find a reason as to why Jungkook looks at Jisung the way he does. "It's cause he doesn't know him. He doesn't trust easily," you brush her comment of by saying. Jennie just rolls her eyes and winks at Jisung, who visibly blushes, ugh Jennie and her charms.

"What's up? What's up?" Taehyungs voice fills the silent kitchen, drawing a smile to your face. "You want breakfast? I think I'm gonna make some protein pancakes for Jungkook," you smile "a-and Namjoon." You correct yourself. "Jungkook and Namjoon."

Taehyung raises a brow at you but nods, grabbing your mug of coffee and sipping from it "hey-"

"Helloooo" Namjoon is the next to enter the kitchen, making you wonder where Jungkook went off to.

"Hey Joon," Jennie and Taehyung say at the same time. "God, are you making pancakes? Can I have some, too?" Namjoon makes his way over to you, looking over your shoulder at the pancake batter almost salivating. "I'm making them for you guys, actually! You gym rats need the calories, right? Oh, and Taehyung also wanted some. " You shrug, laughing when Taehyung sends a frown your way. "If you must know, I am very comfortable in my body" ,"and that's great, sweetie." Jennie sarcastically comforts the older.

The whole kitchen laughs out loud, already starting the day with such a good vibe.

"Y/n," Jisung comes up behind you leaning against the counter so he could talk to you one on one as the others ate their—beforehand your—breakfast.

"Shoot," you answer him, flipping over pancakes. "So since the weather is nice today, I was thinking we could go out and swim while the sun is still hitting the lake?" Jisung proposes making you gasp excitedly. "Yes, we should all have lunch by the lake today and swim!" You agree with him earning a small cheer by the peers behind you.

Jisung clears his throat, though, seemingly something was wrong. Raising a brow, you look at him questionably "what wrong? You don't want to anymore?"

He shakes his head though, "No, but I was thinking we could just go as the two of us, you know? Like old times when we used to go to the outdoor pools?"

"Oh," you let out a surprised comment. "I mean,-"

"Morning," says a low, raspy voice, and when you turn around, you see Jungkook entering the kitchen area, his eyes searching for you.

"Good Morning" you respond amongs the others

Jungkooks face lights up when he sees you. His hair was wet, so he must have taken a shower after the gym, which explains why Joon arrived before him.

You return your attention to your friend and resume your conversation with him. "So you were saying?". "Right," Jisung clears his throat and prepares to speak to you when Jungkook interrupts him once more. "Good morning, princess," his arms circle around you as if it were second nature, his head resting on top of yours. Before turning to see what you were making, he gave Jisung, who was much smaller, a glare.

"Jisung?" You ask again only to receive a "nevermind" as he leaves.

"Kook," you whine, knowing the reason your friend left was because of him.

Jungkook just ignores your complaints, though, as he leans down to peck your lips. "What ya makin'?" He wonders out loud,

"Protein pancakes for the big boys" you joke, referring to him and Namjoon.

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Later that day, you all find yourselves at the lake, the sun was shining, and there were no clouds appearing anytime soon. In comparison to yesterday, this was literal heaven.

"Y/n-ie, go stand by the water. I wanna take a picture," Jennie yells from behind, making you groan. "This is the last time. You've asked me like 15 times already."

"It's cause you're hot," she says, winking, quickly snapping a picture of you.

"She's not wrong" Jisung says from besides you, teasingly pocking your side. "Underwater breathing contest?" He asks in a challenging tone. "On the count of three" you agree.

"1...2...3!" And with a quick motion, you're underwater, eyes open and making funny faces at one another. About 20 seconds later you both go up for air "that was so" you start, stopping to catch your breath "that was so unfair of you" you whine, getting out the water and dringend yourself off. "I would've totally won if you didn't pull that face"

"Look at them." Jungkook nods towards you and Jisung, crossing his arms, his muscles appearing more toned than ever. "What? They seem to be having a good time." Namjoon just shrugs, pulling out the meat for the bbq later. "You should be having a good time as well. What's the point of pursuing Y/n if you're not even spending time with her? ". Jungkook cracks his knuckles as he looks at Namjoon. "I hate that guy." Namjoon comes to a halt for a split second, looking annoyed at Jungkook. "Do you even care what I have to say?"

"I do hyung, but just- fuck, look at them, they're acting all couple-like and shit" pressing his tongue against his cheek he finally looks away and helps his friend.

"Well, you're not her boyfriend, so she is perfectly capable of doing whatever she wants." Hearing Namjoon say this makes Jungkooks blood boil. It was his fault that you guys weren't dating yet. He knew that. When you first started hooking up, he'd set clear boundaries. Ones that he's now slowly breaking.

"My plan is to ask her out on the trip, I just haven't found the right moment yet," the younger shrugs as he places a piece of meat on the grill. "What do I even say?, I mean technically we act as if we're dating; we kiss, we fuck, we hang out, we talk about our feelings." Jungkook sighs, "I shouldn't even have to ask her out In the first place, were not 14, were adults. But Y/n is into all that romance shit and I want to make her happy"

"I asked Sana to be my girlfriend, and that was only 2 years ago, we weren't teens either." Namjoon starts speaking again, trying to speak some sense into Jungkook. "What I'm saying is that asking people to be their boyfriend/girlfriend is totally normal. Just because you think it's cringe doesn't mean that everyone else does."

"Jungkook, Joonie! There you are!" You say approaching the two boys as they prepare the barbecue. The only thing covering you was the skimpy baby blue bikini Jennie had convinced you to wear. In her words, it would make Jungkook ask you out even sooner. Sure, what she said made no sense at all, but the bikini is cute, so might as well.

"Jennie, Jisung, and I wanted to play some music, Taehyung said you had the loudspeaker?," you ask, looking at Namjoon with big expecting eyes. "Sure, I think it's in my room. Just go in and get it, " Namjoon tells you, placing another piece of meat on the grill. "Okay!" Walking into the cabin, you notice Jungkook follow you, turning you smile at him."You don't wanna go swim?"

"Might go later, I promised to help Joon with the food," you hum in acknowledgement before grabbing the speaker and turning to him. "We should all play some volleyball later, Jisung Brough a ball and net," you propose to him, grabbing his hand to head back to the others. "Whatever you want, princess." Jungkook laughs, shaking his head when you jokingly hit his chest and pout. "It'll be fun!"

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"Kids, foods ready!" Namjoon yells from the picnic table outside, placing the different kinds of food down on it. "Looks great, Joon," you compliment, sitting down beside Jungkook and already putting food on his plate. "Thanks, jagi." The nickname just kind of slipped out of him, the situation just feeling way too domestic.

"Y/n, pass me the salad, please," Jennie yells from other side of the table, your hand immediately reaching for the food and passing it to her. "The foods great Namjoon," Taehyung compliments, immediately digging into his meat, making everyone laugh.

"We should all definitely play some volleyball tomorrow. We should make use of the great weather," Jisung suggests, making everyone nod in agreement, even Jungkook.

Later that evening, Taehyung and Namjoon decided to go back into their rooms and call their girlfriends. While Jennie had already taken a shower and was now watching a movie on the big TV in the living room, you had just finished up doing the dishes with Jungkook. "I should take a shower too, I feel like I have sand everywhere." You laugh as you dry your hands. "I'll join you," he winks, grabbing you by the waist and leaning in for a kiss, but you teasingly lean away, running upstairs.

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"Fuck Jungkook" you moan, his dick sliding in and out of you with ease as he holds you up against the shower wall. "Fuck you feel so good princess". His hands held you by the ass, head leaning down to your neck leaving hickeys and love bites all over it.

"Look at how pretty you are." Although Jungkook's words are adorable, you couldn't manage to mumble a thank you. The way his hips were rutting against you made you dumb. One could say you're cute, sure. But You were never one that tried to be overly sexy.

"Aren't you so good at this, baby?" You hum in acknowledgement, trying your best to fuck him back in this position. gaining self-confidence, you manage to change the position from getting fucked against the shower wall with your legs around his waist to your tits touching the cold wall and Jungkook taking you from behind. His tattooed hand holding you hip still while the other landed a few slaps on your ass.

"You like this?" He asks, laughing, flashing one of his toothy smiles.

You could swear this man is a demon of some sort, by the way his dick is jackhammering into you right now.

Mumbling a small "I'm gonna cum" you turn to see him form a small smirk at corner of his mouth. The small metal ring around his lips stands out to you as he licks his lips, his hips somehow managing to fuck you harder.

"Oh- fuck," he grunts, hips losing any kind of rhythm, as he himself gets closer to his release. His hips are practically right against your ass, giving him no more space to push in further.

The filthy words that come put of your mouth as you reach your orgasm seemed to make him go crazy by the way he was now holding you right up against his ripped chest and playing with your tits.

Jungkook locks eyes with you, parted lips letting out moans as he cums in you.

Brushing your hair back, you smile at Jungkook through the bathroom mirror, blushing cheeks, turning even redder when he walks up behind you, pecking the side of your lip. "What's that?" he suddenly asks, referring to the bracelet that adorned your left wrist. "Oh, this?" Looking down at the bracelet Jisung gave you 2 days ago, you smile. "Jisung gave it to me when he arrived, said it reminded him of me," you tell him, not really making a big deal of it.

Poking the inside of his cheek, Jungkook looks irritated, his hand on your waist tightening out of reflex. "Did he now?" cocking his head making eyecontact with you in the mirror. "Pretty little thing," he mumbles mindlessly playing with it.

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"Jungkook, it's just a bracelet," Taehyung groans, rolling his eyes, his head hitting the pillow on his bed.

Jungkook had gone to complain to Taehyung after you two finished your shower. "I'll be right back," he'd told you. Now, it had already been 30 minutes since he left, and you were starting to get a bit confused. You initially thought that he was getting some water or just forgot something downstairs.

"Are you blind or are you acting stupid on purpose, hyung?" Jungkook moans and puts his head in his hands. "It's obvious that Jisung likes her."

"I don't trust the guy" Jungkook speaks up right after, "he keeps wanting to be alone with her"

"Of course he does. They haven't seen each other in ages." Taehyung tries to reason. "Why are you even jealous? You know how easy it would be if you just asked y/n out?" With an annoyed sigh, Taehyung sits up again, grabbing his phone and tapping the screen. "It's late. Get out. Jihyo is supposed to call me right about now"

"What? How would it make it any simpler? He would continue to make an effort to be close to her," Jungkook adds as he gets up and moves toward the door. "But at least you'd have a good reason for behaving like a total dick toward him."

"Fuck off" Jungkook mumbles before leaving Taehyungs room

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You put on your headphones and begin listening to your favourite music as you go onto the treadmill. It was precisely 7 a.m., which was early, given that you were on vacation. Somehow, you couldn't fall back asleep after waking up at around 6, so you decided to be productive and work out a bit before starting to prepare breakfast for everyone because. Why not? You had the time to do so.

You supposed everyone was still asleep given that the lights were still turned off when you walked downstairs. The small gym being situated in the basement of the house, meaning that you had to walk down a flight of stairs that seemed like it needed some renovation.

"...oh say it ditto..." You singsong as you walk at a normal speed on the treadmill. Jungkook, being the gym bunny that he was, had taught you to always start your workouts lighty, so that's what you were doing. It was honestly a blessing to have Jungkook in your life. Besides the obvious, he was a great gym partner. Sure, you weren't much of a gym rat, but every once in a while, Jungkook managed to convince you to do a few workouts with him.

Due to the loud music playing in your headphones, you didn't notice someone walking into the gym, but when you suddenly look up and see Jisung smile at you, you wave at him turning off your music.

"Morning" you smile, slowing down on the treadmill as you talk over to him. "How'd you sleep?" He asks you, looking at himself in the mirror as he fixes his hair. "I didn't really expect anyone to be here this early"

You laugh "well here I am," shrugging and getting off the treadmill completely to do some stretching. "You're done already?" Jisung laughs, making you blush embarrassed. "You know I quickly I run out of breath"

"I remember." he nods, sitting down beside you to stretch as well. "How are you liking it here so far? Are you getting along with the guys?" You start the conversation again, stretching your legs and groaning in pain, mentally noting to work out a little more in the coming weeks.

"It's great here, I mean, the view is amazing" he answers and you nod agreeing with him "I know, when me and Jennie saw that the house was up for rent we immediately went for it, it's more on the pricier side though"

"Understandable" your friend agrees with you, watching you get up to grab your water and take a few sips. You looked hot in your black leggings and blue sports bra, your boobs looking amazing. Jisung turns his head away before you catch him glaring, clearing his throat.

"So what's on the agenda toda-" Jisung is cut off by the door opening once more, revealing Jungkook. Much to his despair.

"Kook," you run up to him excitedly, hugging a surprised looking Jungkook. "What are you doing here?" He laughs, squeezing your side as he places his small towel and water bottle down on the ground. Scowling, you hit his chest. "Hey! I work out too at times" you whine. Jungkook smiles before his gaze meets Jisung, his smirk immediately dropping.

"I guess we could do a whole workout sesh now," you joke, referring to the three of you. "Jisung, did I ever tell you that Jungkook sometimes gives me free workout lessons?" You brag, wiggling your eyebrows

"Really?" Jisung laughs along with you, "Yeah those are the perks of being friends with someone like him," you joke,

Friends

There it was again, Jungkook thought, that stupid label.

"You wanna work out with me, princess?" Jungkooks asks you teasingly, adding the nickname just to annoy Jisung a tad bit. Smiling, you nod in excitement, already grabbing his hand and leading him closer to the top to bottom mirror. "I already did 30 minutes on the treadmill," you proudly state, earning a smile from Jungkook. "Did you now?"

Nodding, you sit down on the yoga mat, waiting for Jungkook to instruct you.

Meanwhile, Jisung starts on the weights, feeling a judging gaze from the older male as he works out.

"Jungkook, I can't anymore. I'm exhausted," you whine as you hold your form, planking on the ground, sweat dripping off your forehead.

Jungkook taps your shoulder lightly 10 seconds later and you let yourself fall to the ground almost immediately, an exhausted grunt leaving your mouth.

"I hate this," you moan, closing your eyes. "I thought you wanted to work out, huh?" Jungkook keeps teasing you, tickling your side. "Alright then, rest a bit. I'll go get started on the weights." And with that, he stands up and walks over to where Jisung is, grabbing a weight that was double the weight the younger was currently lifting.

"Jisung! Pass me my water, please. " You call out for him, referring to the water that was right besides him. "Go get it yourself lazy" he teases you, earning a warning glare from Jungkook. "Shut up, I can barely move right now" you complain.

Placing down his weights, Jungkook walks over and grabs your water, handing it to you as you thank him.

"I would've brought it to her, you know." Jisung rolls his eyes at the older, only to be met with Jungkooks piercing eyes as he pokes the inside of his cheek. "But you didn't when she asked you to-"

"Okay, boys, let's calm down." You nervously laugh, standing up and heading towards the two of them, "I get that you don't like one another very much, but let's not fight every 2 seconds, yeah?" You sweetly ask them, more for the sake of Taehyung, Jennie, and Namjoon. You knew they wouldn't like the bickering between these two.

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"Anyone who's up to go to the grocery store raise your hand." Namjoon exclaims as he walks into the living room where everyone else was. The silence indicated that nobody really wanted to leave this idyllic home and take a 30-minute journey to the grocery store. Yet it had to be done, there was no other choice, and the supply of food was running low.

"I'll go" Jisung and Jungkook say at the same time, making everyone else stare between the two of them.

"Well?" Namjoon crosses his arms, waiting for one to tap out. "I'll go" Jungkook repeats, already standing up and not even giving Jisung a chance to complain.

Things have been weird between the 3 of you since this morning. Ever since you said that the two of you were just friends, Jungkook has sort of been ignoring you. You know why, of course you do. The two of you liked each other but didn't want to admit to it.

"Damn, way to kill a mood," Jennie mumbles next to you as she mindlessly scrolls on her phone. "I'm sure Jungkook just wants to leave and not have to face you for a while." Taehyung chimes in next to you, making you raise your knees to your chest, hugging them. "I dont know what to do, guys," you mumble, leaning against Jennie. Turning off her phone, she pats your hair. "Admit that you like him." Looking up, you raise a brow at her. "I do like him"

Rolling his eyes, Taehyung speaks, "Not to us, you idiot, tell Jungkook"

Pouting you answer him "Jungkook knows I like him".

"How? Have you told him?" Jennie teases, knowing exactly that you, in fact, didn't.

"It doesn't take much of a brain to notice, I mean-" you scoff "we kiss, we tell each other what's on our mind, we-" you swallow, looking around in case someone was eavesdropping. "-we have sex"

"Y/n, Jungkooks as smart as a rock, if you don't tell him, he won't know" Taehyung shakes his head as he stands up, walking out of the room.

"Hate to admit It, but stoner has a point," Jennie shrugs, making you whine as you walk upstairs into your room and throw yourself on the bed, hugging a pillow in distress.

Is it sad? Sad, that you thought Jungkook was going to use this trip as a way to get even closer to you. To finally gather the courage to ask you out?

Another whine left your lips, the pressure of it all, being too much for your body and mind to handle. Thank god Jungkook was leaving for at least 2 or 3 hours, giving you time to think about your relationship, or lack thereof, and maybe even take a nice long bath.

Jisung😼: You okay? You've been in your room for quite some time now

You: I'm fine, just taking a really long bath 😴

Jisung😼: do you mind if we speak after you're done? I have to tell you something

You stop and stare at the screen for a second.

Taking a screenshot, you send it to Jennie, waiting for her to give her 5 cents.

You: *insert photo*

Jennie👩‍❤️‍👩: girl

Jennie👩‍❤️‍👩: he wants you so bad

Jennie👩‍❤️‍👩: Whatever it is that you took for men to want you like this, give it to me

You: Jennie.

Jennie👩‍❤️‍👩: okay what do you want me to say?

Jennie👩‍❤️‍👩; the man's head over heels for you

You: but I'm not, for him at least

Jennie👩‍❤️‍👩: time for you and Jungkook to have the talk then 🤩

You sigh, turning off your phone, re-starting your music, and eventually closing your eyes slightly. You can't help but unwind when you hear lo-fi music and smell the lavender scent of your bath salt. That is, at least, until you hear someone enter your room and disrupt your me-time. Confounded, you turn to check the time, gasping as you realize you've been in the bath for nearly an hour and a half.

It's none other than Jungkook himself, of course. He doesn't come into the bath, but he does knock on the bathroom door lightly, informing you that he's back.

You make an effort to get dry and dressed as quickly as possible to avoid being seen ankes by him. On other occasions you wouldn't mind, you be happy about it to be honest, but right now it's what you needed the least.

"Hey," you mumble as you enter your bedroom and place your phone to charge. You don't dare to make eye contact with him, and as you put on some house shoes to leave the room as fast as you came in, your heart pounds.

"Jisung" you call his name, making him turn around from where he stands on the front porch, probably wanting some time alone.

"You.. wanted to speak to me?" You initiate the conversating, watching as he tenses and clears his throat.

"I- well, yes. Sit down, please?" He asks you, motioning to the empty spot on the couch next to him.

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"...honestly I don't know what I want at this point, I don't know what she wants at this point." Jungkooks voice fills Namjoons ears once again as they both walk down the aisles of the grocery store in the small town.

Cracking his fingers, Namjoon sighs out loud, letting Jungkook know that he's being annoying. "Do you want me to repeat my speech that I give you every time you bring up Y/n?"

Jungkook stops in his tracks as he looks at Namjoon with wide eyes, offended.

"Actually yes, go on"

"Y/n and you like each other, yes or no?"

"Yes." Jungkook states with confidence

"Then why is it," Namjoon rubs his temples with his fingers, casually placing some tomatoes in the cart. "That whenever one of us-" he points at himself but also refers to Jennie and Taehyung. "-Tells you to just get into a relationship"

"You just completely ignore us and go back to just being friends with benefits or whatever shit you've got going on"

"Cause-" Jungkook interrups, crossing his arms and playing with his lip-piercing with his tongue, annoyed.

"I'm not done yet" Namjoon warns the younger, pointing a finger at him

"You're 23 for God's sake, and Y/n-ie is 21, you're not kids anymore"

Namjoons voice is deep, his face showing anything but joy. "What. Do. You. Want.?"

"I don't know what the fuck I want! I want her!" Jungkooks' voice startles the other customers around him, but he doesn't care.

"She's told me before; she wants the guy to ask her out cause she thinks it's romantic and shit. And I get that okay? But whenever I'm about to ask her, you know, let her know she's the one for me." Jungkook grabs a coke and places it in the cart. "I chicken out, it's like- I want to date her, so bad, but I also don't want to commit to a relationship. What if I fuck up?"

"Do you even remotely know how many times I've fucked up with Sana?" Namjoon keeps talking as he helps Jungkook place the items on the checkout conveyor belt.

Jungkook shakes his head, nodding for the older to continue with his pep talk

"Exactly, I fuck up every 2 to 3 work days, but then we talk thing's out, get shit we think off our chests and then everything's back to normal" paying for the groceries Namjoon sighs as they walk out. "What I'm trying to say is; if you're scared to fuck up, don't be, it's normal to argue as a couple"

"Let me ask you this; how many times have you two argued since you started your..." he motions with his hands,"...whatever it is that you've got going on"

Shrugging Jungkook places the grocery bags in the car, "I don't know, maybe 2 or 3 times"

"See, you two obviously like each other, and you obviously make a good fit." Namjoon ends his speech. "You're young, just fucking go for it."

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Walking into your shared room, Jungkook notices the music coming from the bathroom, he recognises that it's your 'Lo-Fi Bath' playlist almost immediately, smiling to himself happy that you're taking time to relax. After the talk with Namjoon earlier, he's pretty sure of what he wants now, and what he wants is you.

With a small knock on the bathroom door, he lets you know he's back from the store. When Jungkook doesn't hear an answer, he assumes you either didn't hear or are purposely ignoring him like he did to you all morning and afternoon. Fair enough

Taking off his clothes, Jungkook changes from his jeans and sweater to something more comfortable, sitting on the bed and going on his phone, checking his messages.

Soon after, he watches you walk out the bathroom, fully clothed and with a frown on your face. He wants to say something, anything

But as soon as he gathers his courage, you're already leaving the room.

He spends around 10 minutes considering whether or not he should go after you. Everything always seemed so much easier in the movies you made him watch, but this was real life, and he was going to lose you if he didn't act out on his feelings and finally asked you to be his girlfriend.

Just as he was going to get up anyway, a text from Taehyung interrups his plan.

Taehyung: dude

Taehyung: Not to make you anxious or anything, but I'm pretty sure Jisung is asking Y/n out

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"Does he not know that we're together?" Jungkook growls as he watches you and Jisung talk outside at the porch. It was cold. Why weren't you wearing a sweater at least? You'd be sick by the next morning if you stayed out there any longer.

Placing a hand on his shoulder, Taehyung holds a smirk away "You're not"

"Fuck off hyung, if you're just gonna stand here and piss me off you better leave" shrugging Taehyung's hand off Jungkook crosses his arms, muscles bulking out.

He watches as Jisung places a hand on your arm, smiling. And when you return it, Jungkook nearly loses it.

With quick steps, he does what he promised Taehyung not to do not even 5 minutes ago, walk out.

"Maybe you should back off a little." You hear Jungkook speak from behind you, startling you. "Jesus, Jungkook," you breathe out in surprise, hand on your chest as you stand up just like Jisung. "What's wrong?" Seeing Jungkooks stressed expression you ask him, trying to calm him down by placing a hand on his arm just like Jisung did to you earlier.

"He's so obvious. It's embarrassing." Jungkook argues, making you raise a brow in confusion. "Wait- what do you mean?" Looking back at Jisung he just shrugs, placing both his hands in his pockets as he watches the scene unfold before his eyes.

"He-" Jungkook starts, stopping himself to breathe out. "You're stupid if you think he just wants to be your friend"

You're shocked, with everything you'd expected him to say this wasn't even close. "Excuse me?" You ask him offended, raising your voice just a little bit. "Jeon Jungkook what the fuck did you just call me?" It seems as if he'd hit a nerve with the way you were reacting so suddenly, your aura completely changed. "What the fuck is your problem dude?" Jisung intervenes, stepping in front of you and that way separating you from Jungkook.

"None of your fucking business" watching Jungkook push Jisung away just a little too harsh you look back at Taehyung and Namjoon who were watching the scene unfold from inside the house. Namjoon seemed to have noticed your worried expression as he hurried out and separated the two men before a fight could break out. By now, a few tears of stress and disappointment were running down your face.

"It's okay, come here," Jennie speaks as she grabs your shoulders and hurries you inside, walking you to her room so you can calm down.

"What the fuck is going on here" Namjoon is the first to speak up out of the 4, his brows furrowed and arms crossed. Taehyung just shrugs, and so does Jisung. "I don't know, I was talking to Y/n, and then suddenly this dude."

"Don't call me dude," Jungkook interrups him, walking towards Jisung, Taehyung stopping him once more.

"He suddenly goes fucking crazy and insults Y/n"

"The fuck?!" Jungkook grows even more furious at the mention of him hurting you in any kind of way. Struggling in Taehyungs grasp, unfortunately stronger than his hyung, he manages to get out, landing a hit against Jisungs cheek.

"For fucks sake!" Namjoon yells, face shocked as he grabs the younger and pulls him away, forcing him inside the cabin and away from Jisung. "The fuck is that guy talking about? I didn't just randomly insult Y/n! He was clearly flirting with her!"

You hear Jungkook yell from outside the door, anxiety taking over as you inch closer to Jennie, who just hugs you tighter. "What is going on- I don't understand." You silently cried, wishing this was all just a dream.

"Jungkook calm the fuck down before I'm the next to land a hit on your face" Namjoon threatened, not really meaning it. "Tell me what the fuck happened just now"

Poking the inside of his cheek, Jungkook looks away, clearly not proud of his actions.

"Taehyung texted me that Jisung was asking Y/n out." Jungkook explains, hearing Namjoon sigh, he stops him from speaking, "But I didn't want to do anything at first! I trust her, I know she wouldn't just - I don't know - agree to be with him, I guess"

Namjoon nods, waiting for him to continue.

"But then that fucking basta-"

"Jungkook."

"Sorry. Then he got all touchy with her and I fucking lost it okay?" Burrying his head in his hand Jungkook groans "I shouldn't have let my emotions get the better of me"

"I called y/n stupid..." he admits seconds later.

Joon lets his hand brush over his face as he sighs out loud "why" he just asks. "Cause- how can she be so oblivious about it?! It's so obvious he has a thing for her, everyone can tell, come on!"

"Dude, come on, let's get that checked," Taehyung says as he walks Jisung to the bathroom to take care of the bloody wound Jungkook gave him.

"Fuck" he groans, pulling away from the wet towel as he curses. "Well suit yourself," Taehyung speaks as he hands Jisung the towel and leans against the counter, observing him.

"The fuck did you do to deserve that anyway?" Taehyung can't help but laugh dryly. Jisung looks up at him through the mirror his eyebrow raised. "Doesn't concern you or anyone else but me and Y/n"

After a small silence, Taehyung speaks up

"You like her." He shrugs as he states the obvious, making Jisungs eyes widen in shock.

Was it really that noticeable?

Taehyungs phone vibrates in his pocket, Namjoons chat appearing as he unlocks the phone.

Namjoon: make sure that Y/n sleeps in Jennies room tonight, Jungkooks fucked up man. He won't stop beating himself up over what happened

Namjoon: he's crying

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The next morning you can't help but feel horrible for your friends. Obviously, it wasn't your fault. Everything that happened yesterday only had one person to blame.

You'd slept in Jennies room last night. She told you that it would be best if you didn't have to face Jungkook or Jisung for the rest of the night.

It was morning now, though, and you had to speak to either of them at some point. But firstly, you needed to apologise to Namjoon and Taehyung. They shouldn't have to spend their vacation taking care of you three just because you were too immature to do it yourselves.

So you got up around 6 a.m., knowing that everyone was still sleeping, and went into the kitchen to make some bomb ass breakfast for the boys. You've always been good at cooking, so you might as well use that skill to apologize.

With blueberry pancakes in one hand and a bowl of fresh fruit in the other, you knock on Namjoons door first. It was now a bit later, maybe 7 or even 7.30. You seemed ti have woken him up since, when he opened the door, his hair was messy and eyes barely open.

"Sorry," you apologise for waking him up, smiling when you hold up the tray of food. "What's all this?" Joon asks, looking down and almost salivating at the way too good-looking food. "My apology for what happened yesterday," You sigh as you walk into Namjoon's room and place the tray on his table. "I'm truly sorry; you and Taehyung shouldn't have to worry about me and Jungkook all the time, and I understand how inconvenient that can be." Namjoon only nods and shakes his head. "I spoke with Jungkook before shit went down."

"I don't want to intervene in your relationship, I know it's been an up and down, but Jungkook seriously likes you, he's just scared"

"I know" you sigh, walking towards the door to let him enjoy his early breakfast.

"Namjoon?" you speak up before closing the door, making him look up. "Yeah?"

"Thank you for telling me"

Next was Taehyung, he'd be a lot easier to apologise to; give him a fancy flavoured juul and the guy was sold.

Either way you walked towards his bedroom, which was right besides Jisungs. Swallowing hard you knock on Taehyungs door, hoping Jisung wouldn't walk out, out of the blue.

Thank goodness that didn't happen; instead, a fairly awake Taehyung smiled as he opened the door and saw the tray of food. "For you," you say as you move closer to him. "Thank you, woah," he says, cheerfully setting it on his bedside table. "I suppose you understand why I'm apologizing?" You cross your arms and lean against the doorframe once more. "It's fine, you know how Jungkook can get, I've gotten him out of worse shit," Tae says, taking one of the strawberries and placing it in his mouth.

You nod a little, laughing, "Either way, I already told Namjoon this, but you shouldn't have to spend your vacation looking after us like little kids." Tae shakes his head. "It's fun to put Big Bad Boy Jungkook in his place sometimes," he jokes.

"Well! I hope I'm forgiven," You speak while clasping your hands together, leaving the room.

Well, now that that was out of the way it felt like a huge weight was lifted off your chest. You could barely sleep at night just because of how bad you felt.

Just as you were about to return to the kitchen to eat some of your leftover pancakes, you noticed Jungkook doing just that. Coming to a halt and lightly gasping, you duck behind the wall. However, it appeared that it was useless because Jungkook spoke up only seconds later.

"I saw you"

Shit, should you run into Jennies room? Or maybe speak to him like an adult would?

Taking a deep breath in and out, you comb your hands through your hair and make sure your shirt isn't wrinkled.

"I wasn't hiding" crossing your arms you lean against the doorframe, trying to act cool.

"I didn't say you were," Jungkook mumbles, raising a brow at you, looking you up and down. "Is that my shirt?"

Looking down at yourself, you blush, it was.

"Don't change the topic! Why did you punch Jisung?" You suddenly speak up, getting to the point. Body tense as you two just stare at each other. "Don't even try to deny it! Taehyung told me"

All Jungkook could do was shrug, not even able to look into your eyes.

"What? You had the balls to punch my friend, but now that I'm confronting you about it, you -" You scoff "- you should be embarrassed."

You watch him bite his lips before walking a little closer to you, not fully in front of you but definitely close enough to hear his breathing.

"I'm really sorry, okay?"

You scoff "I'm not the one you should be apologising to"

"Asshole," you mutter under your breath before eventually leaving, but not before brushing past him to fetch yourself the last pancake.

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Later that day, you find yourself using the opportunity that Jungkook was in the gym downstairs to pack some of your things. You'd talked to Jennie, and both of you agreed that it was best if you stayed in her room for the rest of the two weeks you were staying at the cabin.

"This and that," you mumble as you place random things into your suitcase, not really acting whether or not they were packed neatly.

"Oh," you gasp, looking down at the bracelet Jisung had gotten you. You must've forgotten to put it back on after your bath yesterday. Further inspecting the jewelry, you just now notice the small engraving of both your names initials.

Now, it would've been cute if it weren't for the event that went on yesterday;

"You wanted to talk to me?" You ask, sitting down besides Jisung on the small couch at the porch outside. He nods. "Yes. I-" he starts, seemingly looking for the right words. "You...?" Smiling at him, you encourage him to keep talking.

Looking up, he locks eyes with you for a second before turning away, looking anywhere but you. "There's a reason that I came here on this trip with you all the way from Busan"

You nod, waiting for him to continue. Placing a hand on your arm, he inches closer to you, making you back up just a little. This felt weird. What was he getting at?

"The truth is," he sighs, now fully locking his eyes on you. The cold air of the night makes you shiver. "I've had a crush on you ever since we met, and -" he stops to link his lips, stating right at yours. "-I'd like for us to be more than just best friends"

You didn't know what to say. It's like your heart sipped a beat at his words. This wasn't happening right now. Please, god, let this be a dream.

"Jisung I-"

"Maybe you should back off a little"

You shake your head when your thoughts wander back to yesterday, the thought of having to talk to Jisung later, messing with your head.

Placing the bracelet in a drawer, you turn to your small suitcase to close it up. Having placed most of your shirts, pants, and undergarments in it, you should be good to go to live off it for the next few days, and you also had Jennies wardrobe to choose from anyway.

"I wouldn't talk to her just yet" Namjoon tells Jungkook as they both sit at the lake, enjoying the last few rays of sun before it got dark. "I want to fix things as soon as possible" Jungkook argues, throwing a rock into the water and watching it flip a few times before eventually drowning.

"Sometimes it's better to wait, Kook, everyone is still pretty upset about what happened, especially Y/n" he makes sure to let Jungkook know.

"I talked to her this morning, by the way," taking another sip of his beer. Namjoon starts to speak again after a small silence. "You did?" Jungkook turns to him in curiosity. The older nods, "she made me and Taehyung breakfast as an apology, 10/10, by the way," he laughs.

So that's why there were pancakes in the kitchen earlier.

"...well, what did she say?" Jungkook asks, leaning back and observing the sunset.

"Not much, just that she's upset that me and Taehyung have to take care of you like little kids." Jungkook laughs at that, yup definitely something you'd say.

"Have you apologised to Jisung yet?" Namjoon brings up the guy who's—in Jungkooks opinion—fault it was.

Shaking his head, Jungkook groans. "No."

.

Knocking on his door, you wait for Jisung to open it. Millions of thoughts ran through your mind at the moment. How would he take your rejection? Would he ever forgive you? Would he still want to be friends?. You honestly didn't know how or where to start, but when he opened the door for you, cheek bruised and hair messy, you knew you'd probably woken him up from a nap.

"Can I come in?" You carefully ask him, not really wanting to come off as too demanding. Nodding he steps aside and let's you walk in, turning on the lights as he did so.

"So?" He makes sure to let you know he's upset. You knew, of course. You'd known him for over 18 years. It was impossible not to read the others' facial expressions by perfection.

"I came here to firstly; apologise." You start sitting down on the little chair he had by his desk. When he doesn't say much, you continue. "I'm also here to tell you that" damn this was going to be difficult "Jisung I don't feel the same way, I'm sorry"

It felt like you'd just torn off a band-aid off an open wound.

"I should've known," Jisungs says, shaking his head, "I should've declined Busan University's scholarship and gone to Seoul with you," he admits angrily, his head falling into his hands. You make a shaky motion with your head. "That wouldn't have changed my feelings, Jisung," you say softly, not wanting to irritate him further.

"Yes, it would've, you wouldn't have met him!" He yells out in frustration, "every time we talked, every time we texted, you always mentioned him. Damn, do you even remotely know how fucking awful that felt?"

You sigh, standing up and walking over to him, placing a loving hand on his shoulder "Jisung, you should've told me-"

"Would it have changed your feelings, though? Huh? Would it have made you change your mind? Would I have made you love me?" He asks, one small tears falling from his eyes. You bite your lip. It wouldn't.

Grabbing a tissue from his bedside table, you give it to him, lightly patting his shoulder. "Jisung, I- I don't know what to tell you," you say honestly.

"I need you to tell me you love Jungkook enough to reject me like this. Tell me you have no feelings for me," he scoffs, his teeth clenched in annoyance.

There's an uncomfortable silence for a minute or two. We're Jisung just crying into your arms. "Jisung, I can't love you," you finally admit. "I love Jungkook"

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The next day, things definitely seemed a little bit more normal, Jungkook had apologised to Jisung, and although it was a short one, you'd appreciate that he had at least done it.

You were preparing lunch with Namjoon in the kitchen when Jennie walked in, phone in hand as she grabbed a slice of your cut-up paprika and snacked on it.

"Hey," you laugh, "we still need that!". Shrugging, she smiled up at you and poked her tongue out, making you laugh. "So..." she raises her brows in anticipation. "So... what?" You ask her, placing the ingredients in the pan and letting Namjoon do the rest as you sat down beside your best friend and took a sip of water. "Have you talked to Jungkook yet?" She asks making you choke on your water.

Shaking your head, you scrunch your nose. "I don't even know if I should be the one to approach him? Shouldn't he be the one to apologise?"

"Ah, there you go acting like a kid again," Namjoon speaks from beside you, placing the veggies down on the plates and grabbing a can of soda for himself, sitting besides you two.

Offended you pout.

"It's not about who's fault it was and whose it wasn't." Namjoon once again starts with his pep talk, making you and Jennie roll your eyes. "She's right. He should be the one to approach her!" Jennie defends you. Fistbumping her, you smile. "Exactly"

"You, out of all people, should know how much effort it took for Jungkook to even apologise to Jisung in the first place" Namjoon lets you know.

You nod, he was right, Jungkook wasn't one to ever apologise for anything, so the fact that he went up to Jisung was crazy.

"Even if I were to come up to him..." You start. "I wouldn't even know how to start, let alone know what to say"

When Jisung suddenly enters the kitchen, you all go quiet, looking at the boy I'm shocked. Of course, he was entitled to walk anywhere in the house, but you genuinely thought he stayed in his room for a few days. At least, that's how you knew him.

"Hey," he waves, giving you guys a tight, forced smile.

"Jisung," you say in surprise, standing up and walking over to him. Jennie gives you an awkward look but puts her thumbs up. "Should we... go outside a bit?" You ask him, already grabbing his hand and walking out.

It seemed to be the worst timing ever cause just as you were leaving the house, you walked into Taehyung and Jungkook, who were cleaning the picnic table from yesterday day nights dinner. You give them both a tight smile as you walk past, pulling your hand away from Jisung as you pass Jungkook.

Jungkook turns around to look after you two, his fist clenching in anger seeing the two of you so close together after what happened.

"She already rejected the guy, chill," Taehyung says, hitting Jungkook shoulder and forcing him inside the house.

"So how are you?" You casually ask as the two of you walk by the lake, the sun shining, making the weather nice and warm. "To be honest..." Jisung starts, kicking some rocks. "I expected your rejection to feel worse than it actually did"

You cringe at his words, eventually nodding and humming.

"So does that mean that you don't hate me?" You ask him unsure of what his answer would be.

Laughing Jisung shakes his head, "Of course not, you idiot. How could I ever hate someone like you?"

Now you're laughing, too. "Well, I did reject you and told you that I loved Jungkook." Shrugging, you come to a halt. "No need to rub it in," Jisung warns. "Sorry"

"So..." he raises his brows at you "Do you?"

"Do you love him?" He asks in all seriousness.

The question hits you harder than it should, making you bite your lip and look out at the lake. "Me and Jungkook have a complicated relationship." You begin, unsure of how to continue. "You know, if you would have asked me 2 months ago I would've laughed in your face"

"And now?" Jisung asks

"Now..." you wonder, "now I wouldn't hesitate to say yes"

"I love Jungkook"

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It's around 1 am. when you come to the brilliant idea to stargaze outside. You'd yet to talk to Jungkook, but what would you even tell him? I'm sorry for giving Jisung the wrong idea? I'm sorry for inviting Jisung in the first place?

God, everything was a mess. Your head was spinning with a million, thoughts that all led to Jungkook.

"Seeing you this upset over something I did makes me feel even worse," the voice of the man you were currently thinking about catches you off guard.

What the- did you just manifest Jungkook to come comfort you?

"Does it now?" You wonder out loud, not looking back to where he stood.

Humming Jungkook takes a seat beside you at the shore, his eyes set on you. You bite your lip for a second before turning to the guy you've been seeing for the best few months, the guy who stole your heart without even realising.

"I'm sorry for hurting you." He confesses, playing with his lip ring. Jungkook throws his head back. "Ah, it was so stupid of me"

"What was? The part where you called me stupid or the part where you hit Jisung across the face?" You ask sarcastically. The quiet sounds of the forest are the only other things that could be heard besides the two of you. The scenery was too pretty to be ruined by the two of you fighting.

Jungkook stopped to think for a second. He didn't come out here knowing you'd be there, too. He wanted to apologise the next morning, prepare a nice picnic for the two of you to talk over. But it seemed like destiny had other plans, as he saw you sitting at the lake all alone. It took him a minute to gather all of his courage to speak up again.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you. I'm sorry I made you cry, and I'm sorry that we fought." There's a second of silence before Jungkook continues. "And I'm sorry I got so fucking jealous," Jungkook says under his breath.

You nod, understanding but still not looking at him. "I know you're sorry, Jungkook." Shrugging you sigh, "it's been 2 days since the incident, and everyone's pretty much moved on. People who needed to apologise, apologised."

Somehow, you grow agitated, your brows furrowing in confusion to your own feelings.

Scoffing, you turn to him, locking eyes you watch him nibble at his piercing nervously. "Everyone had the guts to admit to their wrong doings but you!" Your voice grows louder, scaring away a few lizards that were brave enough to come closer.

"I'm-"

"I just don't get how you can be confident enough to hit someone but not to apologise," you interrupt him. Standing up, you're about to leave when his hand grabs your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

"Y/n, please," he begs, his voice quiet. You bite your lip, not fighting him as you two just stand there in the middle of the woods, alone.

"Please, don't do this to me. I can't live without you." Jungkooks voice was soft, sort of like an angel. When you turn and see the desperate look of regret in his eyes, your heart swells. You were never one to stay mad for too long, let alone argue.

"Jungkook," you whisper, staring into his big doe eyes, waiting for him to say something that would make you stay.

"I've never done this before. I'm probably not going to be great at it." Jungkook whispers, walking closer to you so that he was now only inches away. "I don't know how relationships work, I've never been in one"

You nod, understanding.

"Neither have I. But we could figure it out together." You whisper against his lips as they were now touching yours.

"You think I'm gonna be a good boyfriend?" He anxiously asks, his hand finding its way to your waist pulling you closer to him, bodies now fully touching. You're cold. He could feel it. But he'd take his time later to scold you for not wearing a proper jacket.

Chuckling against his lips, you peck him lightly, barely closing the distance "we've been in a pretty good situationship until now"

"Situationship, huh?" Jungkook laughs lightly, his tattooed hand tugging a hair strand behind your hear, stocking your red cheeks moments after. "You're a creative one"

"Always been" you agree.

"This would probably be the perfect moment for a kiss.." You initiate, and Jungkook hums in agreement, Your hand pulls his face closer to yours kissing him.

Who would have thought that at the end of the day, you'd be the one to make the first move after all.

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"Y/n would you like to be my girlfriend?" Jungkook chuckles, face buried in your neck as you make him ask you the same question for the tenth time that morning.

"Yes," you answer him sheepishly, smiling to yourself.

You'd moved your things back to his room. After your conversation at the lake, agreeing to be more cautious about each others feelings and properly talking things out, the two of you were now official.

"Ah, there they come, the married couple." Jennie rolls her eyes as she watches you two walk into the kitchen hand in hand, giggling to yourselves. "Well, what did Mr. Loverboy do to win you over?" Namjoon asks, taking a bite of his food as he observes how incredibly whiped Jungkook looked next to you. "I used my magic," he answers for you, making you frown. "I was the one to kiss him first!"

"Yeah well I was the one to actually ask you to be my grifriend so technically-"

"God, you two are already insufferable," Taehyung groans, making Jennie nod beside him. "You're just lonely," Namjoon tells Jennie, making her scoff and widen her eyes offended. "I don't need a man"

Shrugging off Jungkook, you walk over to her and first-bump her, nodding "me neither"

"Babe," Jungkook whines from behind you, making you and Jennie laugh in Union. "I was just kidding"

"Take care of her man," Jisung speaks up from behind Jungkook, suitcase in hand as he looks at everyone else. "You really have to leave already?" You pout, walking over to him and giving him a big hug.

Jisungs University had called earlier this morning informing him that a big company was interested in him to work for them. This was unmistakably an opportunity he couldn't miss.

"Yeah, it's a long drive home, I'll let you know when I'm back home"

"Okay" you whisper sadly, looking over at Jungkook who pulls you towards him, comforting you.

"Drive safely," Namjoon waves.

"Don't drink and drive," Taehyung adds

"Y/n still likes me better." Jennie shrugs, going back to looking at her nails.

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❦ strawberries & cigarettes ❦ J.J.K

PAIRING: Jungkook x Reader

SUMMARY: Jungkook treats you to a sweet & short resort.

WARNINGS: just a bunch of cuteness, very soft sex, unprotected sex (just don’t), kissing .

WC: 1.1k

Just felt very cuddly ok?

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WITH THE blindfold over your eyes you relied heavily upon Jungkook, his hands over your eyes as he lead you to wherever his heart of course desired. The room, is what you’re guessing it as if the click of the door is anything to go by, smells of cinnamon and apple pies, and you can just feel Jungkook smile behind you, he dragged you out of bed at 7am, blindfolding you because he didn’t want you to have any clue as to where he was bringing you, and surely, he could murder you, but youd still follow because he’s Jungkook, and you are madly in love with him.

“Okay are you ready?” He asked, voice giddy and sweet.

“Yes babe” you chuckled at his excitement.

Untying your eyes, you blink, adjusting to the sunlight soaring into the warm room. You gasp. Your eyes met with the floor to ceiling view of the bluest and clearest ocean you had ever seen. The people walking around and bustling streets attracting your rather large eyes. You looked behind you, Jungkook in all his glory, with a white button up and black slacks, his hands in his pockets as he smiles at you, nose scrunching up as you jump into a big hug.

“You’re too cute you know” you mutter voice cracking.

“Look at the bed baby”

Following his wishes, your sight lands on the golden bouquet of flowers, placed very carefully in the same shade circular box, a gold ribbon tied around it with a picture of you two on your wedding day exactly three years ago. Your ears tear up slightly as you walk towards the bed, grabbing the picture in your hand as you looked at him, he walks towards you, arms wrapping around your waist as he kisses you sweetly.

The sunlight pooling into the warm toned room. You felt content, heart absolutely soaring at his sweet thought of you. Disconnecting from his lips, you rest your forehead against his as the small speaker plays love is not easy by chase Atlantic, your favourite band. He was so beautiful in this moment, chocolate brown eyes melting into your own.

“Care for a drink with me?” He asks softly, pecking the corner of your mouth, but your mouth caught his in time, latching your lips back into his.

“I think it can wait baby” you clasped your hands around his button up.

“Oh yeah?” He teases.

You hummed back, nibble fingers slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He smiled swaying you gently to the rhythm of the song in the background. God he was so perfect. You have never and don’t you will ever, love someone as much as you love him. Slipping the shirt of his shoulders, you sweetly peck his neck, hugging his slim waist tighter as you continue glueing your self to his body.

He reaches behind you, pulling the zipper of your floral dress down, sleeping it past your shoulder as your breasts smush against his chest, your ass covered by the lamest excuse of a thong, red and lacy barely doing anything to cover you. God he loves you so much it’s insane.

Your hands are quick to follow down his body and land onto his belt, untying it as well as unbuttoning his pants and letting him step out of them.

“I love you baby,” he pecks your head, “I love you so so much”

You hum, nails softly dragging along his back, “I was thinking,” you kiss his jaw “we expand our family?”.

He chuckles, wrapping his lips around your own, reaching for the bouquet and gently setting it down beside the golden tray holding two glasses of pink rose, “I was hoping you’d say that”.

Slipping under the cozy and crispy blankets of the bed, he hovers above you, pecking every inch of your face and gazing at you like you still hold all of the stars in the universe, even though it’s been almost ten years since you’re together, dating for six, married for three. His pecks following a trail down to your breasts, lightly sucking them into his mouth as he leaves a pretty purple bruise on them.

“I want you kook, now”. You whisper softly, hand around his neck as he licks his lips.

He was gentle easing in, letting you adjust for a minute before you clenched around him, both of you gasping in each others mouths as he bottomed out. His hand trailing yours down to your lower stomach, letting you feel the bulge in your stomach as he thrusted in and out. Fucking hell.

“I was made for you as you were for me baby” he says, voice breathy.

You giggle, mouths hovering around each other, “you’re so cheesy, I love it”.

He chuckles with you, you hugged his body to yours, practically melting into one as he continued his soft and gentle thrusts, embracing each other, moaning breathily in each others ears as one or the other would murmur sweet nothings to each other.

Within a few more thrusts you unravel around him, as does he for the first time, inside you. And it drives you insane. He plops beside you for a second, “hold it in baby, it betters our chance of pregnancy, especially if your raise your legs in the air.”

Before you know it he’s above you again, wrapping your legs around his shoulders as you yelp, you laugh, hair a mess on the pillows as he laughs with you, the only thing floating around in his head is how beautiful you are the only feeling in his chest is still that exact overwhelming love that has been there since the first day he met you.

“Should be shower hm?” He asks after a minute.

“Mhm, we smell of sex babe”

“I love that smell on us” he says dramatically, earning a snort from you.

He carries you to the shower, kissing and hugging you as you try your best to wash yourself. Following you around like a lost puppy before you end up on the bed again, handing him the glass of rose.

“To us baby,” he says clinking your glasses together, wrapped in the satin robes as you sat criss cross across from him.

“To us” you say, before jumping into ranting about all the gossip in the company you run, the one both of you built from nothing to something huge.

“Oh Mrs shin?” His eyes widen.

You nod dramatically, smirking as you realise how content you are in this moment.

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A/N: call me sappy idc I want this irl and I want it now 🥲