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⇢ summary ; When your best friend’s brother, your first-ever crush, offers to help you explore your sexual desires, you just can’t refuse. Especially when it’s someone as irresistible as Jeon Jungkook.

⇢ pairing ; tattoo artist / biker!jk x reader  [ ongoing ]

⇢ cross-posted ; wattpad ao3

⇢ status ; ongoing

⇢ genre ; best friend’s brother au, fwb (they’re not rlly friends tho), 4 years age gap, smut, angst, fluff, slow burn

⇢ warnings ; explicit sexual content, explicit language / swearing, alcohol consumption, each warning is stated in the beginning of each chapter !

⇢ word count ; 9.5k [ updating ]

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⇝ one : the offer [ 9.5k ] 

When your best friend’s brother, your first-ever crush, offers to help with your sexual fantasies with a trade of nights of lust, you can’t say no—especially to someone as irresistible as Jeon Jungkook.

⇝ two : habits [ coming next week ] 

⇝ three : after hours [ coming soon ]

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nip it in the bud (m) – kth

➻ female reader x taehyung

➻ going to get a piercing au/completing bucket list au + my brother’s best friend au + tattoo artist!taehyung

➻ genres: smut, romance

➻ length & status: 10k words; complete

➻ rating & warnings: 18+; taehyung has tattoos and piercings, he and his big hands are illegal, tae’s oral fixation is entirely out of control, nipple sucking/breast play, semi-public sex (? idk tbh), the pussy eating he does is sloppy and gross, squirting, nasty/messy sex, unprotected sex (wear a condom and be safe kids OR ELSE), riding, creampie, pussy stuffing cuz tae has a big dick (I don’t think you understand it’s GIGANTIC), multiple orgasms

➻ summary: You’re not sure how you ended up here, but maybe a shitty ex and a horrible breakup had a hand in what placed you in front of the tattoo parlor. It was already a nerve-wracking experience, but what you never expected was seeing that the owner and artist giving you nipple piercings was your older brother’s best friend you hadn’t seen in ages. to make things even worse, he got fucking hotter.

➻ a/n: this was born out of a TikTok where I learned that tattoo artists have to make sure your nipples are hard before piercing them and then I yelled at @jamaisjoons, having an existential crisis about how hot that was. She is the one who told me to write about it 😌 and the reason the fic exists. The last time I got piercings was idk 16 years ago (yes I was 7 🥴). I also have zero tattoos so my knowledge of this is minimal I just wanted to write hot Taehyung sex. Hope y’all enjoy this mess regardless. beta-read by @taegularities @hantaev & @chateautae​ (she helped with the summary too🤩) my favorite tae accounts who have encouraged me so much during this arduous writing process! beta-read and banner made by @softestmuse! You all were there for me for so much during this whole thing and helped so much 🥺

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break the ice; part 1.

jeon jungkook x fem!reader x park jimin

genre. hockey au, friends to lovers, smut, comedy, fluff

There are three rules to become an official Puck Bunny:

1. You have to love hockey. No exceptions. 2. You have to had slept with at least three hockey players. Starters, no benchwarmers. 3. And most importantly, have fun!

warnings. thigh riding, sexting/phone sex, dirty talk, pillow riding 01 | 02 | 03

[5:45 PM] Jungkook —u r still cumming to the game tonight right?

[5:47 PM] You —cumming?? 🤔

[5:47 PM] Jungkook —i knew he was doing something shifty to my phone earlier…

[5:48 PM] You —who?!?!

[5:48 PM] Jungkook —that asshole taehyung is so sexy —wtf… taehyung is so sexy

[5:48 PM] You —oh i see…

[5:48 PM] Jungkook —TAEHYUNG IS NOT SEXY WTF

[5:51 PM] You —i already know the truth now, no need to deny it anymore

[5:52 PM] Jungkook  —shut up

[5:52 PM] You —and im cumming tonight!! —i would never miss my best friend win his first tournament trophy!!

[5:55 PM] Jungkook  —do u know anything bout hockey??? —if we win this game we have to win 3 more to win the cup…

[6:03 PM] You —I KNOW THAT YOU ASSHOLE!! —I’M JUST BEING OPTIMISTIC YOU PIECE OF SHIT

[6:05 PM] Jungkook —cool —can you pass by my dorm before you come here? —I left my mouthguard and helmet in my room

[6:07 PM] You —😒

[6:07 PM] Jungkook  —thanks Y/N!! —I love you!!!!! 💘💖💗💏

Monday - Game One

There were many, many times when you ask yourself why Jeon Jungkook had the title of Y/N’s Best Friend ™, and this was one of them. You were perfectly fine with going to his dorm to get the equipment he had forgotten even though it’s out the way, the opposite direction from where you needed to be – your University’s hockey rink – after your long, busy, and not to mention draining shift at work was done. It was no inconvenience, not at all.

But now, there you are, standing outside the home team’s changing room, hearing the rambunctious voices and laughter coming from the other side of the door, as you looked down on your phone with a frustrated expression. You had texted Jungkook that you were there and that he should meet you outside so you could give him his stuff, but he had a different suggestion.

[7:37 PM] Jungkook —just come in

Gritting your teeth together, you send him a few angry texts telling him that you couldn’t do that and why. They go unanswered, and you contemplate on just leaving his stuff in front of the door and just text him that it’s there. But then you remember that Jungkook was probably freaking out about the upcoming match, the first of the final games that could name Yonsei University as the Champion of the National Korean University Hockey Cup – the first time in 10 years, and against Yonsei University’s fiercest rival, Korea University, as well. The whole school is counting on the Yonsei’s men’s hockey team to win so they can rub it into the faces of the Korea University students who have been on their high horses for far too long, thinking that they’re so much better than the students at your school.

So you’re going to give Jungkook a break – just this once.

With a deep breath – and boy you need it, because the youngest player was still in his high school AXE spray phase – you turn the knob of the door and open it, taking your first step into the loud and musky-smelling changing room. As you walk through the room to find your best friend, whistles and catcalls can be heard from every direction.

“Y/N, baby, smile for us!” You hear Kim Jonghyun (Jong3) call out, probably because of the unamused expression on your face. You don’t do as he says, choosing to stick your tongue out instead and that makes him laugh, smacking the arm of the poor, unsuspecting rookie, Lee Donghyuck, beside him.

In just under a minute, you hear every sickly pet name a guy could say to a girl – baby, sweetie, honey, sugar, angel, my little broccoli (Yugyeom is a weird one), baby doll, baby girl, babyface, babe, bae, and did you already mention, baby? - and if it were any other guys but the Yonsei’s men’s hockey team, you would have been putty in their hands. But alas…

Okay, sure, they were all good looking and they all have incredible bodies, but you knew them all too well. They were like 18 brothers from 17 other mothers.

“Y/N! You naughty girl! I knew you couldn’t get enough of me!” a fully nude man by the name of Kim Taehyung says, blocking your path with his legs spread far apart and his hands on his hips. He wiggles his brows up and down, smirking, and it takes a lot of effort to not look at the thing dangling between his legs. Okay, you can’t call this one your brother because the two of you kind of did the ol’ roll in the hay, like two bunnies in heat, once before.

“If we win today, you’ll make my night again, right? Like you had many times before,” he whispers in your ears, occupying your space.

“It was only two times!” You whisper back harshly, looking around to see if anyone had heard.

Fine, it was twice. But never again.

You heave a sigh of relief when you see that no one overheard, they were all too busy in their own conversations (but let’s be real, the other boys probably already know).

“You had fun though, don’t lie,” Taehyung says with a giggle. You ponder it for a moment, and yeah… You guess he was right. But you shrug, not wanting his ego to inflate even more.  Winking, he adds, “I had fun too…”

The dark chuckle that falls out your mouth as you shake your head while looking down, hair falling to your face, had Taehyung shivering in fear – or was it arousal? He concludes that it was definitely a mix of both.

“Taehyung, sweetie…” You begin, bending down to pick up a skate close to you, still avoiding looking at his little friend. When you’re up again, you begin to slide off the skate’s guard seductively and Taehyung follows the way your hand grips on it tight, his Adam’s apple bobs with a hard swallow. “If you don’t move out of my way right now –“ Your eyes finally flick down to his length, involuntarily biting your bottom lip at the sight of it. You clear your throat after realizing what you had done, gaze quickly flicking up to see Taehyung licking his lips seductively.

“I will cut your dick off,” you finish, making his eyes widen in shock.

The captain of the team,Kim Jonghyun (Jong1, or JR), hurries over when he hears this, snatching the skate out your hands. “Hey, hey, hey… I don’t think Jooheon wants the blood of Taehyung’s dick all over his skates-“

“Definitely not!” Jooheon calls from across the room, grooming his hair up in front of the mirror (what for? You had no clue, it’ll be covered with a helmet anyway…).

Jong1 chuckles, then slaps a hand down on Taehyung’s shoulder, squeezing hard so the boy finally snaps out of his shock daze to look at him, “- and we still need this one to win the championship, unfortunately,” he gives you a wide smile, “- but when the games are over, feel free to cut his dick away!”

“Hey!” Taehyung pouts. “So you think that’s all I’m good for?”

Jong1 ignores him to continue, “The Golden Boy is in the shower, that’s who you’re looking for right?”

As some of the boys snicker at the words ‘golden’ and ‘shower’ being used so closely to each other, you shake your head, looking at the backpack hanging on your shoulder. “I just need to drop off some of his stuff and I’ll be off on my merry way.”

“Oh, in that case, you already know which locker is his,” Jong1 says as he pushes Taehyung and himself out of the way so you can walk by. You say your thanks to the captain, then headed for Jungkook’s locker at the back of the room, hearing Taehyung ask no one in particular behind you, “Is it weird that what she said turned me on?”

You set down your backpack down on Jungkook’s designated locker/stall when you get there, his jersey - #19 – hanging on the hook in front of you. Sitting in the stall beside Jungkook’s was the team’s left defence, Hong Jonghyun (Jong2), and the only one who is almost ready to step into the rink, already tightening up his skates.

“Hey Y/N, how are you?” He asks, grinning.

“Good, tired, excited,” you reply, grinning back as you unzip your backpack to take out Jungkook’s helmet and mouthguard case. “How about you?”

“Excited, tired, good,” he says, chuckling. “Hey, you’ll be sitting with Yura, right?”

You smile wide, nodding while you place Jungkook’s things on the bench. “Yeah, of course!”

He nods slowly, lips pursing as he starts to reach into his left pocket.

“In that case, can you give her this…” He asks. With another nod, you wait for him to give you whatever it is he wanted Yura to have. He finally fishes it out of his pocket and holds it out for you. Your mouth drops, eyes wide at the black lacy thong that’s dangling in front of you. Jong2 realizes his mistake, stuffing it back in his pocket. “Shit, sorry!”

You laugh awkwardly. “I was going to sa—”

And then he was dangling another pair of panties in front of you, this time bright red and silky. “This is clean, don’t worry. The other one is the… lucky one.”

Letting out a disgusted ‘eugh’, you quickly snatch the underwear from him. You didn’t want the other boys to see your friend’s undergarment. Stuffing it into the front pockets of your backpack, you narrow your eyes at Jong2 as you say, “You mean it’s the used, dirty one.”

“Tomato, tomato.”

You hear an amused laugh from behind you. “You’re disgusting, hyung.”

Turning to face your best friend, you were greeted with the sight of him with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist – his well-defined chest glistening and his still slightly damp hair dripping droplets of water on the ground. Your eyes trail over him from chest to toe for just a quick second, before your looking into his big brown eyes.

“Your things are over there,” You tell Jungkook as you flick your gaze to the bench then back on him. “You owe me one.”

Then without warning, you reached your hand over to him, pinching and twisting his left nipple as you beam up at him, “Good luck, Jungkookie!”

He yelps just as you let go, cackling and already walking away.

“Hey! What the hell, Y/N?!” Jungkook screeches, but there’s a way too amused grin on his face for anyone to believe that he was seriously mad. One of his hands cups his chest, rubbing at the tingling and sensitive area that you had just touched while he bites his bottom lip, a faint pink coloring his complexion as he watches you give words of encouragement and inside jokes to his teammates before finally leaving the room. He giggles, shaking his head, only to catch Jong2’s eyeing him, the latter’s gaze going from his eyes to the bottom half of him.

“What?” Jungkook asks a little too defensively, turning his body away from the left defence’s sight, but he knows he has already been caught.

Jong2 laughs, standing up to clap a hand on Jungkook’s back. “You should go take care of that, Jeon.”

Jungkook grumbles incoherent curses under his breath, but turns around to head back into the shower room. Being hard while on the ice is uncomfortable as fuck.

The stadium stands were already quite full when you arrive, but you knew that there is a seat saved for you so you weren’t worried. You make a beeline to the front, passing by a few of your classmates that say their hello. It seems like every student at your school was there, wanting to be a part of history – to say that they were there at the first game that Yonsei University had finally beat Korea University. Of course, there were a few Korea University students in the stands as well, wearing their school colors of crimson and beige. Although small in numbers, they looked so smug. Like they knew that their team was definitely going to win tonight’s game. It makes you frown deeply, giving the stink eye to anyone adorning the opposing team’s color.

“Y/N! Over here!”

Stink eye and scowl dissolving into a cheerful smile, your eyes find the girl who called your name. She waves excitedly, her yellow-blonde shoulder length hair bounces as she does so. With a wave, you make your way to Hyoyeon and the other girls sitting in the front row, right beside the boards of the rink, the best seats in the house.

The spot they saved for you was in between Hyoyeon and Solji and the middle of all four girls, and when you sat down, the former was already offering the bag of her favorite sour cherry candy towards you, so you take one to pop it in your mouth. As you chew, you discreetly take the piece of clothing that Jong2 gave you earlier before setting your backpack down beside your feet. You reach across Solji so you can give it to Yura. You tried to do it discreetly but the girl just grabs it, holding it up in front of her just like Jong2 did, so shamelessly.

“That motherfucker! I was looking for this one!” Yura shrieks. She then leans to get closer to you, asking, “And he has another one doesn’t he?”

You nod. “Yeah, a black lacy one.”

She gasps, scandalized by the information. “Then that asshole has two! He asked for my frilly baby blue ones on Sunday!”

Solji takes the red thong from Yura. “These are so cute! Where’d you get them?”

Already on her phone to text Jong2 some angry messages, Yura answers absentmindedly, “I think those are from Chuu.”

Hyoyeon frowns at that. “Ugh, I hate their underwear. So uncomfortable.”

“Right?” Yuri, who was beside Hyoyeon, agrees. She holds her nose up high, humming. “And I would never give the boys my underwear. All of mine are from La Perla.”

“All of mine are from La Perla,” Solji mocks teasingly, the high pitch of her usually low voice and the funny face she pulled makes you giggle. “Come on, Yul, everyone here already knows you don’t wear underwear.”

Yuri rolls her eyes. “I never said I wore them, did I? They’re just in my drawers as an aesthetic thing.”

You sigh, green with jealousy. “Man, I wish I could own $500 underwear just for aesthetic reasons.”

“Bitch, you could!” Hyoyeon exclaims, arm jerking back causing the sour candies to hit the couple sitting behind her. They glare at her, but Hyoyeon is too focused on you to care. “Remember Kim Joonmyeon, the left wing forward for Kyung Hee University? He is loaded and he wanted to take you out! But nooooooo, our little Y/N didn’t want to go out with one of the hottest players in the league!”

“What about the captain of Konkuk University’s team? Min…” Yura trails off, forgetting the name.

“YOONGI!” Solji provides for her, remembering the sexy, broody captain whose team played against Yonsei a couple months ago at a practice match.

“Yes, Min Yoongi!” Yura exclaims, looking from Solji then to you. “He wanted you too, didn’t he? How did you have the heart to reject him? HE IS SO HOT!”

“And you can’t forget Lee Taemin! Didn’t he and Yoongi fight for your attention- like, literally?” Hyoyeon ask. Ah… The infamous Yoongi and Taemin brawl on the ice – when in the middle of the game, the two boys - who are on the same team - fought each other until they were pulled apart with purple bruises and bleeding cuts on their pretty faces. Needless to say, you never called either of them after that.

“Or what about —“

“Okay, guys! I get it! I’m irresistible!” you say over Yura, earning the giggles from the other girls.

“Y/N… You could have been an Official Puck Bunny girl months ago,” Yuri says with a sad sigh.

“A year ago, even!” Solji states.

“Hey! I like my unofficial title!” You say, grinning.

Hyoyeon pouts, grabbing your arm with both her hands. “But it would be so fun if you were official! We could all…”

As Hyoyeon lists out the reasons why you should be an Official Puck Bunny girl, you reminisce the days you started becoming friend with these weird but amazing group of girls. It was two years ago when Jungkook got into the hockey team. Being his best friend, you started going to almost every practice and games that you were able to attend – and the four girls were always there (before there was 5 of them – but the lovely Kim Yujin had graduated last year). For the first few times you saw them, you never had the nerve (or the care) to approach them, and vice versa. But their curiosity got the better of them, they had seen you many times with the rookie at the time, the one the other’s called ‘The Golden Boy’, that they wanted to know more about you – and him, of course. Yuri – being the most straightforward – sat down beside you two months after the first time they saw you, asking your name. And that was the start.

After that initial introduction, they started calling you over to join them more often. Soon enough, they realized they weren’t too interested in Jungkook (“Oh my god! He’s a baby!” Solji had cried with a shudder when you told them a story about Jungkook not knowing who the Spice Girls are) but they were more keen in getting to know you. So they let you in as an unofficial member of their little club. They called themselves ‘The Ice Bunny Hoppers’, a group dedicated to sleeping with the men from the ice hockey league. They said that every University had a group like theirs.

There were rules that they abide by, rules that they share with the other girls (and boys) from other schools. Rules that were meant to be followed to a T:

1.     You have to love hockey. No exceptions.

2.     You have to had slept with at least three hockey players. Starters, no benchwarmers.

3.     And most importantly, have fun!

For you to become an official Puck Bunny, you had to fulfill rule number 2, only needing one more notch on your belt. You had slept with Taehyung, of course, and during high school, you were going out with Im Jaebum, the captain of your high school’s hockey team. If it weren’t your connection with Jaebum, you would have never been friends with Jungkook – seeing as your best friend was two years younger than you and the only thing you had in common with him at the time was that he was on the hockey team with your boyfriend.

So those were the two hockey players you’ve slept with, but you had no intentions of sleeping with any other. Both those boys were too much for you to handle – personality and ego-wise. The sex was amazing though.

So you know you’re never going to be an official Puck Bunny girl, never ever.

But you hold no judgment against the girls because all the boys in every hockey team you’ve seen playing in the University League tournament are so damn gorgeous

Although, if you were to pick a sports team at your school to ‘ho around’ for, it would be the swim team. The men’s relay team consisted of Nam Joohyuk, Kim Jisoo, Seo Kangjoon and Kim Seokjin. For those four, you’ll be the #1 water bunny – if that term even exists.

Your fleeting daydream about getting simultaneously gangbanged by the four hot swimmers was rudely disturbed when Yuri’s shrill shrieks fill your ears. With the palm of your hands pressed to your ears, you look around and see the everyone was doing the same, so you turn your attention towards the rink. While you were too busy daydreaming, the light display of your school’s emblem had already started flashing on the ice – the introductions were about to begin.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your home team – The Yonsei Eagles!” The announcer calls.

One by one, each member of the Yonsei University’s men’s hockey team steps into the rink. They skate around leisurely, waving to the boisterous cheering attendees that were there to support them.

“On goal tonight is #30 – Kim Taehyung!”

When his name was called, Taehyung goes to the centre of the rink and slides across the ice on his knees. When he stops, he smiles his rectangle smile with his eyes squeezed shut and a peace sign held close to his face, the audience laugh and cheer him on loudly.

“On left defence, #2 Hong Jonghyun, and on right defence, #10 Lee Jooheon!”

The two defencemen meet in the middle, high-fiving each other and then they join Taehyung at the left side of the rink.

“And our left wing forward is #3 Kim Jonghyun!”

Jong3 skates to the middle, bowing and blowing a kiss to the audience, and even the girls cheering for the rival team swoon at the sight of him.

“And now give it up for the center forward, #19 Jeon Jungkook!”

The crowd goes wild for Jungkook – he is the Golden Boy after all. He skates a full lap around the rink so dangerously fast that if you didn’t know him any better you would have been concerned that he will wipe out and break his back. Of course, his speed still worries you, but you’ve seen him do it so many times that you don’t hold your breath over it anymore. He zips past you, waving with a huge smile on his face, before skidding to a halt at the centre. Jungkook loves the attention, and he truly basks in it, nodding and smiling as the crowd kept on cheering him on. You roll your eyes as you clap, and when he looks your way, you couldn’t stop yourself from shouting, “Jeon Jungkook, your conceited ass better score some goals!”

Jungkook laughs when hears, giving you a thumbs up before joining the others.

“And finally, last but not least, right wing and team captain, #1 – Kim Jonghyun, otherwise known as JR!”

The handsome captain skates to the middle, waving to the crowd. Solji was screaming the loudest; and when he finds her eyes and winks, her screams resound a treble higher - if that was even humanly possible. He then skates to the side so he can be with the rest of his team, completing the lineup.

And as soon as he joins them, the Korea University players step into the rink to do their own introduction. The crowd was at a 50/50, half cheering and half jeering. The girls you were with cheer them on, they don’t discriminate against rival teams – that would make their player pool quite low if they did that. You choose to just clap languidly.

You weren’t paying much attention to their lineup, the most you listened to was that their goalie was named Park Chanlee – or was it Chanyeol? Honestly, you didn’t really care… That is until a blond haired beautiful Adonis-like man skates past you, staring right into your eyes with a casual and flirty smirk on his beautiful face. Wait, did you already say beautiful? Because that’s what he is, so freaking beautiful.

After that, your gaze never strays from him, and you watch him skate around and around – more like a figure skater than a hockey player, so graceful and beautiful (there’s that word again) - until finally, his name was called.

“And left wing, #7 – Park Jimin!”

Wait a second… that name sounded so familiar.

“Holy shit?! That’s Park Jimin?!” You say out loud, in pure disbelief. Shy, brown-haired and cute Park Jimin? No, no, it can’t be.

“It’s funny how a couple coats of bleach in your hair can change your whole persona, huh?” Solji mumbles, agreeing with you. She shifts her eyes to Hyoyeon. “Hyoyeon’s another example of that.”

“Hey! I was always a sex goddess!” Hyoyeon argues back.

“I have pictures that say otherwise,” Yuri sing-songs, holding up her phone that probably contains 19 years’ worth of blackmail material.

As the two girls argue amongst each other, you hold onto Solji’s arm, looking away from Jimin, who was now at the lineup on the other side of the rink, to peer up at your friend, “How is that possible? When they were here for practice game just 7 months ago, he couldn’t even look at any girl because he was so shy! He couldn’t even look at his team manager!”

Solji shrugs. “I don’t know. Why are you so curious?” She raises her eyebrows, at the faint rosy blush across your complexion. “Oh, I see! You think he’s a hottie!”

Yura leans over, smiling deviously, “I think you’re finally going to earn your official title, Y/N!”

“No, no I’m not!” You say quickly, and then you address Solji’s statement next, “And no I don’t…”

“Oh, really? Not even when Park Jimin can’t stop staring at you?” Yura asks, batting her eyelashes innocently, then both your line of sight goes the golden haired boy across the rink.

And she was right, he was staring at you. Quite intensely as well.

When he sees your eyes were also on him, he bites down on his plush bottom lip before flashing you a panty-dropping lopsided smirk.

The audible swallow you take doesn’t go unnoticed by the mama of your group.

“Sploosh,” Solji jokes, nudging your arm with her elbow. “How wet are you right now, Y/N?”

“Wet?! What?! How does he look?! I’m not wearing my contacts!” Hyoyeon cries in disappointment.

Scoffing, you don’t answer. But when you sat down when they start setting up for the game and getting into their starting position, you realize that with just that look alone, you were very wet indeed. And because of that, you had a hard time taking your eyes off of Jimin the entire game. Even when your best friend scores the winning goal of the night, your eyes stayed on Jimin and the disappointed, defeated look on his gorgeous features.

The thought of bending down on your knees in front of him to make him feel better crossing your mind.

It was chilly outside after the game, and as you wait for Jungkook beside a pillar close to the front entrance of the sports center, shivering and teeth gritting together, you wonder what was taking him so long when almost all of his teammates were already outside talking with the girls or had gone home. The only other one missing was Jong1, and since Solji was missing as well you had an inkling that the captain was getting a victory blowjob somewhere nearby.

For some odd reason, the other girls had told you to stand alone by yourself, and whenever someone would try to approach you to start a conversation (like Taehyung and the two brothers, Doyoung and Gongmyung) they would instantly call them over to talk to them instead. It was very strange; you wonder what they were planni—

“Hey, it looks like you need this.”

In the middle of texting Jungkook ‘HURRY THE FUCK UP’, you peer away from glaring at your phone to the hot pack being held out for you to take. Your gaze travels up, only to find yourself staring eye to eye with Mr. Beautiful himself, Park Jimin. The crease between your eyebrows softens in an instant and you swiftly nod because it’s true, your hands were freezing. Jimin’s face breaks into a cute grin as he shakes the hot pack again and you take it from him, a small ‘thank you’ slipping from your lips.

“You’re Y/N, right?” He asks, but you’re sure he already knows the answer.

“Yes, I am…” Brows drawn together, you drawl out, “And you’re… Park Jimin? Right?”

“Yeah,” nodding, Jimin’s grin widens. “I’m surprised you know my name.”

You managed to bite your tongue and not say ‘well they did announce it before the game started’, the image of Hyoyeon in your head scolding you to ‘not be such a bitch all the time – especially when talking to a hot guy’. Then Yura’s face pops up beside Hyoyeon’s – like two shedevils on your shoulder - screaming for you to stroke his ego. “Yeah, well…You were one of the best players on your team.” You feign shyness, biting down on your bottom lip before saying, “It was hard to take my eyes off of you.”

The visible bob of Jimin’s Adam’s apple at the hard swallow that he takes makes you giggle internally. Boys are way too easy to please and easy to tease.

Nervously, Jimin licks his lips as fumbles to get his phone from his pocket, stammering as he chokes out, “Can I h-have your number?!”

You wanted to make him sweat a bit, pretending to contemplate as you stare hard at the phone in his hand – but you already know that you wanted to give it to him. How can you resist?

Once you actually see him start to perspire slightly on his forehead, that’s when you hold out your hand with a tilt of your head and Jimin’s eyes lights up as he places his phone on top of your open palm. Chuckling, you enter your contact information, adding your favorite emoji beside your name before you hand it back to him.

Jimin stuffs the phone back into his pockets, the pleased smile on his face rounding his rosy cheeks. Then he takes you by surprise by taking both your hands in his, leaning his head down as his eyes peers up into yours through pretty, long eyelashes. You were flabbergasted, particularly when his lovely, plump mouth gapes open slightly to start blowing out his hot breath onto your freezing fingers, warming them up. It wasn’t only your hands that felt the effect, your face also starts to heat up, and more so, the heat between your legs. Discreetly, you rub your thighs together, and a soft moan accidentally leaves you when his soft lips come in contact with the side of your thumb.

Jimin stops what he was doing to smirk when he hears you, straightening up as he gently lets go of your hands. They fall uselessly to your side, the left one still holding onto the heat pack he gave you, but it felt more like a stress ball by the way you were gripping so tightly onto it – aroused and frustrated beyond belief.

“You have to keep warm, okay Y/N? I would hate for you to get sick,” Jimin says with an exaggerated frown. He then closes the space between you, hot breath once again on you but this time on the shell of your ear. You deeply breathe him in and he smelled absolutely divine, like dark chocolate and patchouli; and you hear him groan because he can smell you as well – bergamot, vanilla, and the scent of the wetness pooling underneath your jeans. He pushes his thigh in between your legs, rubbing against the fabric of jeans. He doesn’t stop moving his leg back and forth, the friction now being felt completely by your sensitive core. You whimper keenly as your hands come up to hold onto his muscular shoulders, all the while in his raspy Busan dialect, Jimin whispers in your ears, “Maybe when you get home, you can warm yourself up by touching yourself. I can already feel how hot and wet you are. I bet that your fingers will warm right up when you put them in that pretty spot in between your legs, hmm?”

You nod, eyes squeezing shut.

“I want to hear you, baby girl…”

Not wanting him to stop, especially not after hearing him call you that baby girl, you answer raggedly, “Y-yes.”

But Jimin backs away just when you start to try to grind into him, and you quickly open your eyes, disappointment evident in your features. Ignoring your obvious need, Jimin just smiles so wide that his eyes turn to crescents, and in a cheerful tone – like he hadn’t just whispered dirty things into your ears, like he hadn’t just given you metaphorical blue balls - he says, “It was nice meeting you, Y/N!”

You swallow hard as you stare at him unblinking, still heavily breathing and still slightly dazed as you nod your head. “Y-yeah, you too.”

It’s only when he jogs away that you realized that you weren’t even pissed off that he left you hanging, you were just more turned on. And you also realized that in just a matter of seconds, Jimin had managed to turn the situation around – you became the flustered, stuttering mess while he became the confident one in control. And your final realization was that you were willing to ride his thigh out in the open with so many people around.

Now all of that was surprising.

Once you got your head together, you look towards to the spot where your friends were before Jimin had arrived, and sure enough, the girls were still there, all staring at you with parted mouths and eager rounded eyes. The only upside was that the boys they were with didn’t seem to have witnessed your interaction with the opposing team’s left winger, all too busy horsing around with each other.

But oh god, the girls are never going to let you live this down.

And with a beckon of Yuri’s perfectly manicured hand, you make your way towards them, feet dragging on the ground. There’s no way of getting out of this…

Your walk of shame was interrupted when an arm wraps around loosely on the back of your shoulders, and you peer to the side to see the bunny grin of your best friend. Before you can say anything, you see a girl walking by his side, clearly walking with him. She takes a couple steps ahead and turns around to face the two of you, and you all stop in your tracks.

“I’ll see tomorrow, Jungkook!” the pretty short-haired girl says to your best friend, fluttering her eyelashes prettily. Then her gaze pierces you for a second before it softens to look at Jungkook again. “I had a nice time getting to know you!”

“Yeah, it was great getting to know you as well, Eunha!” Jungkook says happily, flashing her a wide, beautiful smile that exposed all his pearly whites. You look between them, feeling a bit awkward, and even more when she walks away, looking back one more time to do a telephone signal with her fingers, and she mouths with a wink, “Call me.”

Jungkook whistles loudly, staring brazenly at the swaying backside of the girl walking away, then he turns towards you, smirking with a single eyebrow raised, “She’s cute, huh?”

You shake your head in utter disbelief – not because of the girl, but because he kept you waiting to do god knows what with that girl. “Yeah, she’s cute. But didn’t we have a deal that if you were ever to stick around after the game, that you had to text me to LET ME KNOW, instead of me waiting out here in the freezing cold for your horny ass?!”

“We didn’t do anything! We just talked!” Jungkook insists, and you roll your eyes. Sure…

“Okay, whatever, just text me nex—“

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!” You were interrupted by Yura, coming up to jab her index finger on Jungkook’s chest. “WHAT WERE YOU DOING WITH HER?!”

The rest of the girls and the members of the hockey that were still around all surround the two of you as well. The other girls looked as pissed off as Yura, and the boys were giving Jungkook sympathetic looks.

As Jungkook tries to give them the same implausible explanation he just told you, you knew that your indiscretion with Jimin was now old news. Because if there’s one thing that your friends can’t shut up about, it would have to be the girls who wore the ‘lone bunny’ badge proudly, without a care or shame.

And that’s exactly who Jung Eunha is - a lone bunny.

And even worse… A lone bunny from Korea University.

“Can you believe them? How is it even any of their business who the hell I talk to?” Jungkook whines, hands gripping firmly onto the steering wheel of his car out of irritation.

“I mean… if you felt that strongly about it, why didn’t you defend yourself?” you ask absentmindedly, your attention more focused on your phone that still hasn’t received any messages from a certain blond-haired Sex God than Jungkook’s dilemma. It’s not like you to be like this, but Jimin has you obsessively checking your phone every second like lovestruck idiot – scratch that, luststruck idiot.

“I tried!”

You shoot him a look as you put your phone back in your pocket, and Jungkook feels your piercing gaze on him, knowing you well enough to know exactly which of your many ‘looks’ you were throwing him even though his eyes were on the road. It was the ‘Cut the Bullshit’ look. “Alright, alright… maybe I didn’t, but why do I even need to defend myself? Eunha’s harmless…”

You agree with him; the girls were a being a little too much. But since you’re not really an official member of the puck bunny club, problems such as ‘the lone bunny’ girls didn’t really matter to you.

Hold on… Weren’t you basically like Eunha if you go after Jimin?

You quickly take out your phone (still no text from Jimin…) and sent a message to the groupchat with the girls.

[11:46 PM] Hyoyeon —nope, you’re good! —No one has dibs on him ^^

[11:47 PM] You —okay… good —wait who has dibs on jungkook??????

[11:48 PM] Yura —you…

[11:48 PM] You —hardy har har, very funny… —no seriously, someone has dibs on JK?!?

[11:49 PM] Solji —jennie kim from snu —and also…you

[11:49 PM] You —JENNIE KIM THE BEAUTY QUEEN?? —WANTS JUNGKOOK!? —I’M SHOOKED —*SHOCKED —AND SHOOK —I DON’T HAVE DIBS ON JUNGKOOK, STOP THAT!

[11:50 PM] Yuri —yeah you do —has jimin txted yet?

[11:51 PM] You —no :’(

Disappointingly even two hours later after Jungkook drops you off at home and after you do your usual nightly routine, your phone was still absent from any message from Jimin. You were starting to lose hope that he was going to contact you at all. You were getting tons of messages from other people though; the girls were blowing up your phone, asking for updates you couldn’t give them, and Kim Taehyung was drunk texting you again - nothing naughty, he was just sending you videos of kittens again.

But it was when you were comfortably in bed and ready to go to sleep when your phone buzzed with a new text. You were expecting to see another link to another cat video or another one of Yura’s many selfie with Jong2 but no it wasn’t. It was a text from Jimin.

It jolts you wide awake, and your heart beat accelerates when you read the message:

[1:32 AM] Jimin —hey Y/N :)

Tuesday - Game Two

The next day around noon, Jungkook picks you up in front of your apartment to carpool to the game together. He was a bit more relaxed today, the win still pulsing adrenaline through his veins, and he was eager to talk to you more about it. You were too tired to celebrate with him and some of his teammates last night, the girls had ordered him to take you straight home before going to the bar and you insist that you were fine to come along but they weren’t having it. Jungkook has always been a bit terrified of his noonas, and especially more after the earful they gave him about talking to Eunha, so Jungkook did what he was told. But you did give him a long tight hug and a kiss on his cheek to congratulate him before you left and that was honestly better than any other congratulations that he received yesterday.

He was still smiling just thinking about - a stupid, love-stricken smile.

From the corner of his eyes, he sees you coming out of the front doors of the apartment building, and so he looks into the rear view mirror to fix his hair, parting his bangs a bit to the side.

He should have detected your foul mood as soon as you entered his car, slamming the door closed and tugging the seat belt with such force that maybe any harder, it would have torn right off the car. But he didn’t, and instead gleefully bids you a good morning.

“Morning…” You reply brusquely.

Finally, he notices the bags under your eyes and irritation laced in your tone. Frowning, he asks, “What up with you?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you grunt, turning on the radio to stop him from prying any further.

But Jungkook shuts off the radio, causing you to glare at him. “Just tell me.”

“Seriously, Jungkook… Just leave it.”

Jungkook’s frown deepens. Shit, you seemed angry with him. He knew he shouldn’t have listened to Taehyung… That asshole was probably trying to sabotage any chance that Jungkook has with you – if he had any in the first place.

“Please don’t tell me you’re also pissed off at me for talking to Eunha last night…” He says with a lick of his lips. Grinning playfully your way, he adds, “You don’t have to be jealous! I told you nothing happened!”

Jealous?! You shake your head, now even more annoyed than before. “Jungkook, I really couldn’t care less about who the fuck you talk to, or screw, or whatever… Not everything that’s happening in my life is about you.”

Startled at the way you snapped at him, Jungkook’s mouth gapes open slightly, staring at you while his eyebrows knit closer together. When you refused to look at him, Jungkook scoffs, starting his car and starting to get pissed off himself. “Geez, sorry for asking! I just wanted to make sure everything was cool between us. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Is that so fucking terrible of me?”

Silent tension fills the air between the two of you as Jungkook drives towards the sports centre, the game once again on home ice. Neither of you even bothered to turn the radio back on, both seething quietly to yourselves.

It takes ten minutes for you to break the silence, feeling cruel for taking out your bad mood on Jungkook. He has so many things that he is probably worried about, you didn’t want to be another one of them. You turn to him, expression remorseful, “Look Kook… I’m just having a really bad day. I’m really sorry that I took it out on you… Please forgive me?”

From the corner of his eyes, Jungkook sees that you were giving him your signature adorable puppy-like eyes that he could never ever say no to. He has tried many times, believe him, but his effort always futile.

“Fine…” Jungkook relents. “But only if you tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m just frustrated.”

“Frustrated?”

Nodding, you answer nonchalantly, “Yeah, I really need to get laid. Masturbating isn’t cutting it anymore…”

The car comes to a screeching halt, and you both lunge forward, getting whiplashed. You groan, massaging the back of your neck before you turn to Jungkook to ask him if he was okay, but he beats you to it.

“Fuck, sorry!” Jungkook apologizes, eyes widening with worry. He reaches over to clasp a hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay?! Fuck, I’m really, really sorry.”

“Yeah,” you say with a nod. You were panic stricken, causing you to take short, fast breaths that makes your chest heave in a way that makes Jungkook focus on them. “What about you?! What the hell happened?”

Snapping out of it, Jungkook snatches his hand away from you and place them back on the wheel, feeling his face heat up. How can he explain that the reason for the sudden break was because he was picturing you, in your bed, naked, touching yourself, and begging for him? No, he can’t tell you that! “I… I saw a chipmunk on the road.”

“A chipmunk?” You repeat, looking around to see any sight of a small furry creature, feeling uneasy. “Did you… Did you hit it?!”

“No! I stopped just in time!” Jungkook exclaims, and you sigh with relief with a hand over your heart.

As Jungkook starts driving again, you’re back to your happy and talkative self, changing the subject completely away from the chipmunk and about you being sexually frustrated, which Jungkook was glad for.

Because like he mentioned before, being hard while on the ice is uncomfortable as fuck.

You meet up with the girls at a table by one of the many food stands inside the building. They excitedly bombard you with a million questions about what happened last night, all of them about Jimin and if he had texted you.

In a clearly disappointed voice, you answer, “Yeah… He did.”

Looking at each other, the girls start to worry at the sight of your slumped shoulders and obvious dejection. Before they can ask, you hand them your phone to let them see for themselves the conversation that occurred last night – or more accurately, very early this morning, that has left you feeling exasperated.

“What the hell is this?” Hyoyeon grimaces as she squints at your phone. You shrug, not really knowing how to answer her. Yura peers over Hyoyeon’s shoulder to read the texts you received from Jimin at one in the morning.

“’What kind of music do you like?’!? ‘Haha, I like Arctic Monkeys too!’?! ‘Have you heard— Okay, I can’t read this anymore!” Yura says as she throws her hands up, completely appalled with what she had just read. “He’s so… boring. How can someone so hot be so boring?!”

“’How can someone text you at that time of day just to ask such pedestrian things?’ is a better question,” Yuri throws in. She sighs as she pats your back to comfort you. “This is so disappointing… Here we thought he turned into a Sex God but I guess we were wrong.”

“No one – and I mean no one - can turn into a Sex God overnight,” Solji tells her four deflated and disillusioned friends, her voice so sure. “By looks, maybe… but at the very core where it matters the most? Not likely!”

“But you didn’t see him last night Solji!” Yura cries, shaking Solji by her shoulders. “He was practically fucking Y/N with his glorious thighs out in the open!”

“SHHH! Yura, not so loud!” you beg, pressing a finger on her baby pink coated mouth and she darts her tongue out, licking you. With a glare and a grimace, you wipe your finger on a paper napkin as Yura giggles to herself. After scrubbing your hands clean with the bottle of overly lemon-scented hand sanitizer that Solji had quickly handed you (which Yura was highly offended by but the oldest just shrugs, replying, “We all know where that tongue has been!”), you sigh, “But… yeah… I was really looking forward to… I don’t know…” You’re at a loss for words. After the whole exchange after the game last night, you were hoping for something more… Sexual with Jimin. It’s cute that he is trying to get to know you better, but…

“Come on, forget about him,” Solji says as she hands you the hot dog that you had ordered. You stare at the phallic shaped food, sulking, and she continues, “There are plenty of other guys. Don’t get hung up on this one.”

“Mhm… Oh! Wendy told me that their centre is really good in bed,” Yura relays the knowledge she obtained from a puck bunny from Korea University. “I think his name is Jung Hoseok? You should ask her to introduce him to you.”

Shaking your head no, you take an angry bite off your hot dog. Sure, Jung Hoseok is very good looking, but he’s not Jimin.

“Speaking of… Did you get deets on that girl Jungkook was with yesterday?” Yuri asks Yura, and the latter nods, motioning for the rest of you to lean in closer.

“Oh, have I got a story to tell you all, Tiffany told me…”

The puck bunny community was surprisingly very adoring and friendly. During in-seasons, they would cheer for their respective team but whoever wins, the puck bunnies would still be cordial to each other. They would also share information, like who to avoid (“That guy only cares about getting himself off, don’t bother…”) and who they think would get on well (“Hyoyeon! You would totally love Yeo Changgu!” “The cute goalie?”  “Yeah! Here, let me give you his number.”). And then, during off-seasons, puck bunny groups from different Universities would even hang out with each other, forming bonds stronger than their love for hockey (and the players).

And astonishingly enough, the puck bunny group that you and your friends were very close to was the Korea University group – consisting of Kim Kibum, Tiffany Hwang, Wendy Son, and Nam Jihyun.

Even though your two schools are bitter rivals, you have respect and love for one another.

And that’s the reason why lone puck bunnies were so loathed in the puck bunny community because they don’t respect others and they don’t honor The Code. The code that if one of your puck bunny sister or brother has their eyes on a certain player, you back off.

“So, yeah… She might look all cute and innocent but she’s a SNAKE!” Yura finishes her story, jutting a piece of fry at Solji’s face as she hisses out ‘ssss, ssss’.

Solji waves her off then turns you. “You need tell Jungkook about her.”

“Ew, why me?” You say, face scrunching up. You’d rather not, Jungkook’s love life – or sex life - is none of your business.

“Because he’ll only listen to you!” Yuri states like it’s a matter of fact.

“Oh, nonono… This morning, he already had the audacity to state that I was jealous of her…” you tell them. “If I say anything, his tiny pea brain will definitely be convinced that I was.”

After all of you laugh at the joke at Jungkook’s expense, Hyoyeon asks, “Were you though… you know, jealous of her?”

You stare at her like she had gone crazy. How could she ask you that?

Sure, you felt something when you saw Jungkook and Eunha together last night, but it was more awkwardness for feeling like you were caught in the middle of their flirtatious exchange. It wasn’t jealousy… Right?

Right?

“O-of course I wasn’t! What… I… Why would you even? Me… Jealous of girls flirting with Jeon Jungkook?” You scoff, rolling your eyes. “How could you even say that!?”

Yuri snorts. “Mmm… That’s quite convincing, Y/N.” And the other girls giggle.

“Guess you’re not really over that little crush you got on him last year…” Yura sing-songs, and the rest states their agreement.

“Guys, I’m seriously over it! The crush was so tiny, an ant could have squashed it!” You insist, but they didn’t look convinced, all of them giving you sly smirks. Ugh, stupid drunk Jeon Jungkook…If he hadn’t said what he said that night last year during Kim Jonghyun’s 24th birthday, you wouldn’t have ever gotten that stupid crush on him. That stupid crush that you are most definitely over.

“Has he called you ‘noona’ recently, Y/N?” Yuri asks teasingly.

You shake your head no because he hasn’t. Thank goodness.

“Awww, that sucks… What did you tell us before? That hearing him call you ‘noona’ was enough to—“

You cover your ears as you repeat over and over again, “Shut up!”

That’s it, you hate your friends. You told them never to bring that up ever again. You confessed it during a moment of weakness and when you had 4 glasses of red wine running through your veins. It was never meant to be heard.

“I’m going to find a seat now,” You say standing up. You look around at your friends with a glower. “Away from all of you.”

But once in the stadium, you take your seat beside them anyways – with all the girls wrapping their arms tightly around you in a big group hug. You love your girls way too much to stay mad at them.

Yonsei beats Korea U once again, and this time, Jungkook comes out early and drags you along to another celebratory after party at a bar on campus. You and Jungkook spend the whole night by each other’s side, but by his fourth drink, touchy-feely Taehyung comes out in full force and forces his way in between the two of you.

Jungkook doesn’t understand Taehyung. There are many times when his older friend would urge Jungkook to take a leap of faith and ask you out, but then he does a full 180 and tries to get into your pants himself.

Which is exactly what he was doing right now, when yesterday, Taehyung had convinced Jungkook to use Eunha to make you jealous. Fuck… Maybe he was really just trying to sabotage Jungkook’s chances…  

“So, Y/N… Did you see that amazing block I did during the 2nd period? Shit, that Park Jimin guy might be tiny, but his slapshots are no joke!” Taehyung slurs, his arm around your shoulder and his mouth dangerously close to your mouth.

“Mhm…” you hum, smiling at him, although you could see his line of sight is nowhere near your face, but instead on your cleavage. “It was quite impressive.” From over Taehyung’s slightly bowed head, you give Jungkook a look, and he nods. Standing up, Jungkook pulls Taehyung away from you.

“Okay hyung, I’m taking Y/N home now…” Jungkook says, while Taehyung squirms in his arms and calls your name.

“Sorry, Tae. I’m taking a long and early morning shift tomorrow so I can go to your game on Thursday,” you tell him, and he nods sadly, accepting your answer. You and Jungkook take Taehyung to Yugyeom first, one of the designated drivers, before heading out. As your legs were a little bit wobbly from the alcohol, you grab onto Jungkook’s hand to keep yourself balanced. He looks back at you with a grin and squeezes tightly onto it, and you flash him a bright smile back.

“Thanks!”

Jungkook chuckles, pulling you closer to him. “No problem… You know I’m always there for you.”

As he winks your way, you roll your eyes before you tell him, sounding sarcastically yet completely genuine, “And I’ll always be there for you as well.”

“Promise?” Jungkook asks, his pretty eyes sparkling.

With no doubt in your mind, you bob your head in affirmation, laughing a bit with a small smile on your face. “Promise.”

Since he had only less than half a bottle to drink, Jungkook drives you home with no problem. He doesn’t drink much anymore… Especially not after an incident that happened last year at Jong3’s 24th birthday party. Actually, he wasn’t sure if it really happened or not.

It seemed like a hazy, terrible nightmare. One where he told you all his deepest desires of what he wanted to do to you – or more like, what he wanted you to do to him. And then he called you ‘noona’, something that he had never called you in all the years of knowing you. Then he remembers you being flustered and how you told him to sleep it off before leaving him all alone in Jong3’s guest room. Then you both proceeded to act like it never happened which he was glad for because as much as he wants something more to happen between the two of you, Jungkook would rather have your friendship than nothing at all.

“Well see you tomorrow, and congrats again,” you say when Jungkook parks his car near your apartment. You lean in to kiss him on the cheek just as he turns his head, and – SMACK – your lips are on his.

Although slightly chapped, Jungkook’s lips still feel delightful against your own. In fact, you thought it felt perfect.

Cupping his face, you intensify the kiss by pressing yourself harder against him as your thumb caress over the scar on his cheek that he got during his sophomore year and your senior year in high school. It’s the scar that signifies the reason why the two of you were best friends in the first place. After a horrifying 3 men collision during one of their practice, Jungkook came out of the pileup with a gushing, deep wound caused by one of the other players’ skates cutting his face. The ice was a bloody mess from what you could remember, and even more so, Jungkook. You felt guilty, thinking it was your fault because you were the one who had distracted Jaebum and that was the reason for the crash, and so you would visit Jungkook every day for the entire week he was in the hospital.  During that time, you got to know the shy, talented kid that you never really paid much attention to; and you found out that the two of you had so much in common and how much you enjoyed his company. The two of you became inseparable; and soon enough, he became the one person that you knew you couldn’t live without.

So as you grasp what you were doing – practically shoving your tongue down your best friend’s throat and most probably damaging your friendship - you quickly jump away, feeling beyond mortified. “I’m so sorry…” Blushing deeply, you try to explain what had just happened – although quite awfully.  “Um… That was for scoring 4 goals tonight?” You groan, hand over your mouth, it was like you were blocking it from doing or saying something more stupid. “Please just forget that happened!”

Flabbergasted, Jungkook just nods, his mouth hanging slightly open, while you chuckle awkwardly, already opening the door to make your escape. As he wets his lips nervously, he still has the taste of you on his mouth, on his tongue, and now forever locked into his memories. You tasted like the apple cider that you drank earlier at the bar, and more so, heaven – whatever heaven tastes like, Jungkook thinks your lips were definitely it.

“Alright… I’ll see you tomorrow?” you ask when you step out of the car. You sounded so unsure and Jungkook wanted to tell you that the kiss was perfectly okay. And as he looks up at you while you wait for him to answer back, gnawing at your bottom lip and standing dumbly outside his car as you hold on tightly to the edge of his car’s passenger door, he wanted even more to unbuckle his seat belt and crawl over and kiss your beautiful, swollen lips one more time to show you just how perfectly okay it was.

But, “Yeah, of course,” was all Jungkook could manage to say.

Smiling tightly, you nod, bidding him a good night.

“Sleep well noona,” Jungkook says softly as you close the door. To think that if you had just slammed the door a second quicker than you might not have heard it.

But you did hear it, and it has you feeling more frustrated than you were that morning.

Shit, you really needed to get laid. And soon.

The moment you shut and lock your front door was the exact moment your phone vibrates with a new text. You fall on your coach before you fish your phone out of your purse, kicking off your boots as you read the text.

You really hadn’t expected Jimin to ever message you again, especially not after you left him on read; but surprisingly, the new text was from him.

[1:35 AM] Jimin —this is goign to be a weird request

Intrigued and still tipsy, you answer back:

[1:37 AM] You —i’m listening…                                                             

You collapse on your couch, trying to calm down the dizzy feeling of the alcohol in your system. You’re pulling off your tights as you wait for Jimin’s answer. You didn’t have to wait very long.

[1:37 AM] Jimin —but i’m drunk nd i can’t get you out of my mind

You let out an amused giggle now that you know he is drunk as well. But that wasn’t his only message.

[1:37 AM] Jimin —and i need some cheering up after the last two games —can you that for me?

Cheering up? With an eyebrow quirked up and smirk playing on your lips, you type out:

[1:38 AM] You —do you want to talk about our favorite tv shows again??

[1:38 AM] Jimin —NO! —FUCK NO!

[1:39 AM] Jimin —sorry but no

Now you’re laughing out loud. Good, you thought.

[1:41 AM] You —I’m just messing with you Jimin ;P                                                             

After you sent the text, you switch out of the messaging app for the camera. Maybe if you weren’t slightly drunk, you wouldn’t be slowly lifting up your skirt, spreading your legs so the recording can get an eyeful of you running two fingers up and down your laced-covered slit, and teasingly ending the video with you pushing up your light pink fuzzy sweater just until your underboobs were shown. But you were slightly drunk, so that’s exactly what you did.

[1:43 AM] You —sending IMG_5253.MOV                                                             

[1:43 AM] You —does this cheer you up enough?                                                             

As you’re waiting for Jimin’s reaction, you push your sweater up some more to fondle one of your breasts. Your eyes flutter shut, remembering the boy from last night with the wicked smirk and muscular thighs. At first, you were picturing unfamiliar hands with rings cold against your body, but then he’s morphing to… something more familiar… Calloused and veiny hands, shy bunny grin asking does it feels okay? as he pinches your nipples between his fingers, his other hand sliding underneath your underwear to feel the heat between your legs.

Then your eyes snap open, realizing that five minutes’ passed without any word from Jimin. Maybe you were being too presumptuous by sending the video. Stricken with self-consciousness and embarrassment, you take your hand out of your underwear and tug your sweater back down. Good thing you didn’t show your face in the video. Bad thing you know that sleep won’t help you forget what you just did.

You were about to stand up from the couch and call it a night when your phone vibrates with a new message.

A video message.

From Jimin.

You run your hand through your hair, realizing you’ve pretty much sobered up already. Maybe you’re not drunk enough for this anymore, you thought as your thumb hovers over the play button.

Then you thought, screw it. Drunk or sober, if there’s even a tiny chance of seeing Park Jimin’s dick in that video, you’re up for it.

As you wait for the video to download, you bite the nail of your other thumb in anticipation.

What if he has an ugly penis?! That’s like your number one fear! What if it’s not even a dick vid?! What if he is just scolding you for sending him such a  lewd video?! Highly unlikely but…

Oh! It’s downloaded, all you have to do is press the play button again…

So you press play.

You take an involuntary intake of air when the video starts. If you hadn’t, you might have already been drooling over the sight before you.

There was absolutely no point in worrying about all the things you were worried about a couple minutes ago, because holy shit, he has a beautiful cock. It’s a nice size, not too big and not too small, great girth, and so, so hard and perfect looking with his hand wrapped around it.

You watch the 17 seconds video, completely breathless and rubbing your thighs together for a bit of friction. The way Jimin was pulling at his dick languidly was euphoric torture. He zooms out, and you can see him wetting then biting his lower lip before letting out a low groan. There was so much happening in the video that you had to play it over again, now focusing on his gorgeous body; the way his grey sweatpants were pulled down (giving you an eyeful of his thick thighs), his well-define abs and light hair trailing down from under his belly button to his cock. The carpet obviously doesn’t match the drapes but for some reason, that’s so sexy to you.

While you replayed the video, Jimin had sent you several texts in succession.  

[1:49 AM] Jimin —fuckufckuck baby girl fuck —why didn’t I ask you this yesterday?? —hold on, i’m gonna call you —pick up

And right as you finished reading the last text, your phone starts to ring.

Jimin is calling…

“Hello?” You answer, heart racing.

A breathy ‘hey’ was the only answer you receive. As you press your phone harder against your ear, you could hear Jimin’s deep breathing more clearly. You could only guess that he was still doing what he was doing on video he sent you. The image was still clear in your mind, and you groan thinking about it, once again slipping your hand underneath your underwear.

“Jimin?” You call out his name as you press your finger against your opening, waiting for Jimin to say something – anything – for you to get off on.

“Sorry,” he begins, sounding embarrassed and adorable. “I’m just thinking about the video you sent, I’m still a bit speechless… Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” You feel yourself heating up more because of his words. Then his tone changes, just like last night, voice raspy and sexy, “Are you touching yourself right now?”

You slip a finger inside you as you answer, “Mhm.”

“Good. How are you doing it?”

“I have a finger inside me.”

Jimin groans. “Fuck, I bet you’re really wet, aren’t you?”

“Mhm.”

“Do you still have your underwear on?”

“Yeah.”

“Take them off.”

After quickly slipping your underwear down and letting it fall to the floor, you let him know, “It’s off.”

“Now use two fingers, can you do that for me, baby girl?”

“Y-yeah,” you answer, easing two fingers in yourself. You curse under your breath because even though you were sopping wet, two fingers were still a tight fit.

“You okay?” Jimin asks.

“I’m okay, it’s just a little too much, but it’ll be fine in a second,” you tell him honestly and he hisses, cursing how you’ll be the death of him.

The two of you then listen to each other’s breaths, moans, and gasps of pleasure; fantasizing how the other looks like with the help of the video that you sent each other earlier. You were both trying to help each other reach your high with words of encouragement. You thought you were able to come soon but realized that you were going to hit a wall.

“Jimin, it’s not enough,” you tell him, irritated. It’s been like this for a long a time now. You’re always so, so close, but never get there.

“First it was too much, now it’s not enough?” Jimin laughs, “What are we going to do with, baby girl?”

“I’m s-serious, Jimin.” You’re panting desperately now, letting out little whiny noises. Jimin was quiet for a second, though you hear him breathing heavily and other noises that you could only assume is him pulling and tugging on his hard cock.

“God, fuck, you sound so fucking needy. I wish I could actually be fucking you right now… Hearing you make those filthy noises that you’re making right now while you’re underneath me… Ah, fuck…” You let out a wanton moan, painting the picture he had laid out for you in your mind. It was helping, definitely, but still not enough. “Do you have a vibrator?” Jimin asks and you tell him that you do. He orders you to get it but you look across the room at your closed bedroom door and whine in his ear.

“It’s too far for me to get, Jimin. I need to come now.” You know you sounded so whiny, but you couldn’t even be bothered because you were so close.

“Alright, alright, baby, we’ll think of something else, don’t worry,” Jimin reassures, and you nod wordlessly, forgetting he couldn’t see you. As you kept pumping your fingers inside you, Jimin says, “Use a pillow.”

“Pillow?” you ask, stopping what you were doing to look back at the couch cushion beside you.

“Yeah. Fold it in half and sit with it between your legs.” It was a command, not a suggestion.

“Okay, hold on,” you tell him as you place the phone down. You scramble around on the couch, trying to do as he says. You sit up on your knees, placing the folded cushion between your legs, slowly sitting down until the edge is pressed against your core. You gasp at the contact with the cold fabric, and you hear the faint sound of Jimin chuckling. Instead of picking up the phone again, you just put Jimin on speaker. “Okay, I… I’m on the pillow now.”

“Now ride it…” As soon as he says it, your hips start to move, causing friction between the pillow and your heat. The pressure against your clit felt so good, you didn’t know that riding a fucking pillow can feel like this. “Ride it like the way you were grinding on my thigh last night. You know it took so much of me to leave you there, right? I wanted to make you come in front of everyone, screaming my name for all of them to hear.”

You buck forward, swiveling your hips faster now, one hand on the couch to keep you steady and the other underneath your sweater, twisting at your hardened nipple.

“I bet you’re soaking that pillow the way you did my jeans…”

You hum, letting him know that it was indeed the case.

“You know what I just realized?” Jimin asks, voice so low that it causes you to shiver. “In the video you sent… You were already pretty wet. Now as much as I hate to say it, I’m pretty sure that wasn’t because of me… So tell me, baby girl, who else were you getting that wet for?”

Jungkook’s face flashed in your mind, the way his mouth felt against your own, and you could have sworn you were about to come right then and there. “W-what? I- I don’t know what y-you’re talking abou—“

“Don’t lie to me, baby girl,” Jimin growls.

You gasp, slowing down a bit, admitting the truth with your silence. Then as if he was a psychic, Jimin commands, “Don’t you dare stop or slow down, but don’t you dare come either.”

You nod, only making an unintelligible noise to show your obedience, before picking up the pace again and trying to stave off your orgasm.

“I know you’re close, baby girl, but I can’t allow you to come just yet,” Jimin says with a sigh. You know if you wanted to, you could just come anyway and he will never know, but something about the way Jimin was talking to you made you want to please him.

Biting your lip, you kept up the rhythm. It’s getting harder and harder to deny yourself from coming that you find yourself incoherently begging Jimin, “Please, Jimin – I – fuck, oh my god – please, let me… pleasepleaseplease…”

“You want to come, baby girl? Maybe if you hadn’t gotten so wet thinking about another guy, I’d let you come,” was his response. It’s torture, but in the most pleasurable way. You know you have to do something or say something that will make him allow you to finally come.

“J-Jimin, please let me come,” you’re whining now, falling forward, lying against your cold leather couch, while still circling against the pillow. Your cheek is also pressed against the couch, your cellphone just a few centimeters beside your face. “I want to come just for you, I’ll only come for you from now on!”

“Yeah? Your pussy mine now, right?” Jimin says, and now that you’re closer to your phone you can hear his grunting and panting better. Like you, he sounded like he was close to finishing.

“Yes, Jimin, my pussy’s yours! L-let my pussy come for you, that’s all I want to do! Come f-for you, please, Jimin! Let me – hungh – come for you!”

“Then come for me, baby, let me hear you.”

You let go on his command. Body trembling, back arching, and eyes rolling back as the most out of body sound rips from your throat. You couldn’t even stop yourself from grinding against the pillow, allowing another wave of mind-blowing pleasure to ripple through you. A mantra of Jimin’s name falls out your mouth during the second orgasm, along with other obscene nonsense that you would have never thought in a million years that you would say out loud. But here you are, saying – no, screaming them for a complete stranger.

When you start to come to and calm down, you could hear Jimin mumbling his praises for you. You were slightly disappointed that your orgasms seem to have deafened you to hear his. Only slightly.

You both stay on the line, listening to each other catch your breaths. It takes minutes before you speak up.

“Jimin?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you,” you mumble through a yawn, eyes dropping from exhaustion.

“No problem… You tired?”

“Mhm.”

“I should let you get some rest.”

“Okay… Goodnight, Jimin,” you say, yawning again.

Jimin chuckles, pauses, then says, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

The softness in his voice awakens the fluttering in your stomach.

“Night,” you say, just as softly, and you listen to Jimin’s husky laugh and last goodnight before finally hanging up.

Too tired to move to your bed, the only thing you do was strip off your sweater and skirt before flopping back on the couch. Though before you do all that, you send one last picture to Jimin: a picture of you sitting up slightly away from the pillow, so he can see the mess you made on it.

[2:26 AM] Jimin —WOW!!

You laugh, realizing that Jimin is probably really just an awkward texter which explains last night. A college boy through and through.

A minute later, Jimin sends you a picture back. You grin, liking the way that he always gives back what he receives. And he doesn’t disappoint. The picture he sent you is the cherry on top of this night. Jimin had his hand still wrapped around his flaccid cock, the tip still coated with sheen, and there are ropes of cum splattered all over his abs where he had ejaculated. You’re satisfied knowing you had a hand in that.

[2:28 AM] Jimin —thank you btw —also remember —your pussy’s mine now ;)

Laughing tiredly, you text back:

[2:29 AM] You —dw I won’t forget —gn                                                           

[2:30 AM] Jimin —better not… —goodnight Y/N

You fall asleep drenched in your sweat, a mess between your thighs, and a pleased smile on your face.

Thursday - Game 3

The next two games are on Korea University’s ice, so you booked an Airbnb apartment on their side of the city for an overnight stay. You got to the place around one in the afternoon after your morning class. It was a small one room apartment, but it’s not like you were going to spend much time in there so it was perfectly fine. Meanwhile, the Yonsei team and some of the girls are staying at a nice hotel close by Korea U. Yuri had sent you snaps from earlier this morning of all of them inside a large Jacuzzi.

This place might not have a hot tub or free courtesy snacks but at least the bed is somewhat comfy, you thought as you fall into it.

Once your head was on the pillow, you close your eyes. For the first time in weeks, you felt good. Like, really good.

It’s probably because of last night, or more accurately, early this morning. God, that must have been the best orgasm you’ve had in months. All thanks to Jimin.

You giggle at the memory, opening your eyes so you could take your phone out of your pocket to watch a video and picture that you’ve been obsessively looking at over and over again since you received it. But before you could press play on the video, a cluster of knocks on the door stops you.

With a sigh, you hop out of bed and walk towards the door, opening it with a playful hard glare at people on the other side.

“Yes? Can I help you?”

Without a greeting, Taehyung smirks at you before barging into the apartment. Your mouth drops at his rudeness, showing the appalled look on your face to Yugyeom and Jungkook. Yugyeom shrugs, pulling you into a quick hug.

“Hey noona!” Yugyeom greets happily. When he parts from you, he asks, “You ready for lunch?”

“Yeah, almost, I just need to touch up my makeup,” you tell him, and he nods, joining Taehyung inside. When you turn away from Yugyeom, you focus your attention on Jungkook, who was on his phone, texting rapidly with a grin on his face. All of the sudden you remembered what had occurred last night. Shit, the kiss. You’ve been thinking about Jimin so much that you completely forgot about it.

“Hey Jungkook, you coming in or…?” You ask nervously, and he looks up, still grinning.

“Oh, right. Sorry,” he says as he steps inside, ruffling the top of your head. “Hey, Y/N.” Then his phone buzzes again and his attention goes back to it. You frown as you close the door, running your hand through your hair to fix the mess Jungkook has made. Maybe he forgot about it like you had… So you guess everything is back to normal? That’s good… Right?

“Is everyone already at the restaurant?” you ask while you grab your cushion foundation out of your purse that you placed on the counter earlier.

“Nah, I think Jooheon and Hyoyeon just got there and they’re the first one,” Taehyung answers. He was laying on the bed with Yugyeom sitting beside him, both of them already acting like they owned the place. “Y/N, can I stay with you tonight? I’m rooming with Jungkook, but he’s been on his phone all day, so I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t want to be in our room tonight.”

“Shut up,” Jungkook says while his face reddens, finally looking up from his phone and quickly stuffing it in his pocket. Turning to you, Jungkook adds, “Don’t let him stay here.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” you tell him as you put away your makeup, done with getting ready. You hear Jungkook’s phone vibrate again, and he takes it out of his pocket again. You’re a bit curious on who was texting him so much. “Is everything okay, Kook?”

Yugyeom giggles. “Yeah, Kookie, who are you sexting - I mean texting - so much anyways?”

Sexting? Jungkook was sexting someone?

“Uh, it’s Eunha,” Jungkook answers, and you feel your stomach dip at the sound of her name. You miss the way he looks over at you for a quick second because you find yourself staring blankly at your purse. “And we’re not sexting. She just wants to give me a tour of their campus.”

“Tour of their campus or tour of her campus?” Taehyung jokes, snickering. Yugyeom laughs along, but you stay quiet, not finding the joke very funny.

“What the fuck does that even mean?” Jungkook asks, face pinched in confusion.

“You should invite her for lunch!” Yugyeom suggests, then he looks towards you. “Right noona? Isn’t Tiffany and her friends also coming?”

“Huh?” You snap your head towards Yugyeom, you hadn’t caught what he said because you were in your head.

“He wants Jungkook to invite his new girlfriend to lunch,” Taehyung says, a teasing smirk on his face.

“She’s not my gi-“

“You should invite her,” You interrupt Jungkook with a forced smile on your face. You had no ill intentions, if Jungkook likes Eunha, you’ll support it. The weird, slightly jealous feeling you’re having was unnerving you anyway. You wanted it to stop. With a shrug, you add, “It would be fun.”

“Fun?” “Fun?!” “FUN!” All three boys say in unison with different inflections and reactions.

“Did you forget that Yuri pretty much wanted to skin Jungkook alive for even talking to Eunha?” Taehyung asks, looking at you like you’re crazy.

“So? If he likes her then it shouldn’t matter what they think, right?” As you say this, a small part of you wanted him to protest that no, he didn’t like her. But Jungkook doesn’t, and you felt a bit disappointed. What the fuck is wrong with you? You turn to Jungkook to ask him more directly, it’s like you needed a confirmation, “You do like her, right?”

Jungkook mouth parts slightly. The weight of your stare causing goosebumps all over his body. His gaze catches Yugyeom’s and Taehyung’s for a second and it seems like they were holding their breath as well, watching the scene in front of them like a damn romantic drama. They know about the kiss, and Taehyung said it happened because of his brilliant plan of using Eunha to make you jealous. Yugyeom and Taehyung also crafted a Phase 2 of the plan on the drive over to your Airbnb, which is pretty much the same as Phase 1 – flirt with Eunha while you’re around. Jungkook just didn’t know that they were planning on making him date her in front of you.

When he looks back at you, you were still waiting for his answer, your brows were raised slightly and it looked like you were biting the inside of your cheek.

“Would you care if I like her?”

Jungkook almost groans out loud at how fucking lame he sounded. From behind you, he sees the way Yugyeom and Taehyung face palm at his stupidity as well.

“What?” You ask, coming out in a whisper. Oh god, did he really detect your childish jealousy? After clearing your throat, you add, “W-why would I care? I’ve already told you, it doesn’t matter to me. I… I think it’s great you like someone, actually. Eunha seems… nice, and she’s pretty. So yeah… Ask her out to lunch, it would be great!” You grab your purse, wanting to change the subject. “We should really get going or we’ll be late.”  

Jungkook frowns, reaching for your arm when you start to head for the door. “Wait, Y/N…”

When you feel his touch, you whip around to look at him. “What?”

Jungkook’s looking deep in your eyes, wanting desperately to tell you that it’s you that he likes, not some girl he just met a few days ago. But like always, he chickens out, letting the hand that was touching you to drop to his side.

“Lemme just invite her…” Jungkook mumbles, taking out his phone to send the invite. His phone buzzes a second later and it lights up with a notification of the new text from Eunha. It’s hard to read what it said because you’re seeing the screen upside down, but the abundance of heart emojis in the text was pretty clear.

“So she’s coming?”

He nods at your question, and you thought he would be more excited but he just looks a bit apathetic about it.

“That’s great… I’ll… I’ll tell the girls to put away their fangs. I’m sure they can be civil for at least an hour or so,” you tell him, trying to keep a joking tone to make it seem like everything is a-okay with you. You avoid his eyes by leaning to the side to look at the boys still laying on your bed. They’re pretending that they’re not that interested in the scene that you and Jungkook are providing for them – but really, they’re loving it. “Let’s go, boys! Chop, chop!”

Then you’re out the door before anyone else can say another word.

The girls are keeping their fangs and claws in check during lunch - at least from where you’re sitting, you think they are. You wouldn’t know for sure because you decided to sit at a different booth – with Taehyung, Donghyuck, Jong3, the Kim brothers Doyoung and Gongmyung, and the only male member of the Korea U Puck Bunny Club, Kim Kibum – instead of the table where the other girls (+ the Korea U Puck Bunny girls: Tiffany, Wendy, and Jihyun) were surrounding Eunha and Jungkook, probably intimidating and interrogating the poor girl.

The food on your plate turns cold, half uneaten, because your mind was more preoccupied in wondering about what their table was talking about, always glancing their way every five seconds. From where you’re sat, you have a perfect view of Jungkook and Eunha sitting beside each other.

You have to admit they look really good together. If they were celebrities, people would definitely want them to be together.

You see Eunha open her mouth, everyone’s attention was on her. Squinting, you to read her lips but you couldn’t decipher anything she was saying. Though you didn’t have to wait very long to figure out what she said because their whole table erupts into laughter. She must have said something really funny.

You felt sick. Really sick. Seeing the way your friends getting along so well with Eunha might be the cause of the stirring in your stomach. On one hand, you’re glad they’re all getting along. Really, truly, from the bottom of your heart, you are. But on the other hand… It’s stupid. Seeing the way Jungkook laughs so hard that he’s squeezing his eyes shut and clapping and slapping his knee makes you feel awful because there are only a few people that could make Jungkook laugh that hard – you, his mom, and the cast of Brooklyn Nine-Nine. That’s all. You didn’t feel like Eunha deserves to be a part of that list… Which makes you feel even more terrible because why are you feeling so possessive over Jungkook? It isn’t like you. Sure, you’ve liked him before, but you were never like this. Never. During that very small time period that you had a crush on Jungkook, there were a handful of times that girls had shown interest in Jungkook and he had shown interest back, and you were totally cool with it. So why are you being like this now? Was it because of the kiss or have you gone completely insane?

As if to take you shake you out of your crisis, your phone shakes against the tabletop. You quickly check the new text message.

[2:52 PM] Jimin —are you coming to the game?

Stop being jealous over Jungkook when there’s a perfectly hot guy that’s interested in you, you chastise yourself as you read the text. Nodding to yourself, you’re determined to get over whatever these feelings you’re having towards Jungkook are. You’ve done it before it, you can definitely do it again.

[2:54 PM] You —yes, I am : )                                                            

2:55 PM] Jimin —good, I’ll score some goals just for you —hehe

As you were about to send your response, a chorus of ‘ooooh’ being howled tears your gaze away from your screen. What you see when you look up causes your stomach to drop. It was Jungkook and Eunha, standing up together and her arm around his, her hand gripping his upper arm.

“Guys, I’m just going to show him around campus, nothing else,” Eunha says with a giggle. You see the way Jungkook smiles down at her. God damn… They look so pretty together.

There’s a bitter taste in your mouth. Maybe getting over this feeling for Jungkook is going to be harder than you thought.

Jimin skates past your section and smirks your way after the first goal he scores that night. You’re a giggling mess and the girls demand to know what the heck just happened.

He winks at you after the second. The girls’ mouths collectively drop and your metaphorical panty drops also.

The third, he slowly licks his juicy lips, and with two fingertips pressed upon them, he shoots a flying kiss right at you. You’re so turned on by his power play that not even Yura and Solji shaking you as hard as they can could snap you out of your lovesick daze.

But after that, every goal Jimin scores had you sinking further and further down your seat. Especially when halfway the third period, he scores his 8th one, making the goal count 10-7 - with Korea University in the lead.

It might be a bit bigheaded of you - since Jimin has always been a great hockey player - but you had a feeling that the mutual masturbation session had ignited something in him. You felt guilty, even more so when you saw the look of frustration on your best friend’s face when his shot after shot after shots were blocked by the opposing team.

It would take a lot of hard work for Yonsei to catch up in the last 10 minutes, but it’s possible.

Though ultimately, in the end, they couldn’t.

Unsurprisingly, the first thing the girls do after the game is to take you to a secluded corner and demand an answer for Jimin’s Lothario behaviour on the ice. With the guilt still eating away at you, you word vomit out the whole story and your worries that you’re the reason the Yonsei team lost.

“Our little girl is finally growing up,” Yuri coos while she grabs you to lay your head upon her chest, stroking your hair soothingly. She sniffs jokingly, turning to the other girls, “She’ll be one of us soon.”

As Hyoyeon and Yura chants ‘ONE OF US! ONE OF US!’, Solji frowns and cuts them off by reassuring you, “We’ve all been there, Y/N. It’s not your fault that they lost. If anything, it’s Taehyung’s fault for not blocking the shots.”

“Or the rest of the team for not defending properly,” Yuri adds when you pull away from her.

“Exactly,” Hyoyeon says. “It’s not like you gave Jimin steroids, all you gave him was an orgasm - which is totally fair game!”

“Really? Are you guys sure?” You ask, feeling a bit better already.

“Yeah! It’s not your fault!” Yura insists. “I gave Jonghyun a handjob before the game and he should have used that orgasm like Popeye’s spinach like Jimin had. Instead, he only scored one goal!” Yura crosses her arms and shakes her head in disappointment. “What an idiot…”

“I think that says more about your handjob skills more than anything…” Yuri sing-songs playfully, and the group bursts out laughing – except Yura, of course.

“I’ll have you know my handjob skills are quite extraordinary, thank you very much,” Yura defends herself, glaring intensely at her friend.

“Okay, ladies, simmer down,” Solji placates before things get heated. “Tiffany and others are waiting for us outside, so let’s get going!”

When you meet up with the Korea University Puck Bunnies outside, Eunha was with them as well. Your friends had told you earlier that they actually really like Eunha, and they’re willing to put behind the gossip they heard about her, a clean slate. You agree with them as you fight your inner green-eyed goblin. It would be stupid of you to dislike someone because of guy, you were better than that.

“Hi Y/N!” Eunha greets you, smiling radiantly. You say hello back, not as enthusiastically but as friendly. You’re not perfect, but at least you’re trying.

After greeting the others and complaining about how cold it is outside, the conversation eventually returns back to the game.

“I’m glad our team finally won but… Jungkook looks so sad,” Eunha states, pouting cutely.

“Guess you’ll have to cheer him up,” Tiffany teases with a wink. You had to swallow the lump in your throat before you could laugh along with your friends.

“Oh!” Eunha gasps, and you all turn to see what she was looking at. It was Jungkook, looking as sullen as you predicted he would look, walking towards your group with Yugyeom at his side.

You try to call out his name or wave or anything, but for some reason, you couldn’t.

All you could do was watch as Eunha runs to him, say something that puts a slight smile on his face, and pulls at his hand, both of them waving goodbye to Yugyeom.

As Jungkook walks away with Eunha without even bothering to look for you, it feels as though he is leaving you behind forever.

Friday – Game 4

On the morning of the 4th game, you wake up early to take Jungkook out for breakfast. You’ve decided to put all your wallowing and self-pity behind. Jungkook is your best friend first and foremost, and that’s the most important thing. As his best friend, it’s your duty to cheer him up, and cheer him up you will.

“Order anything you want, however much you want,” you tell him with a smile when the two of you were finally sat at a table at the restaurant of your choosing.

Jungkook’s doe-eyes goes wide. “You sure?”

“Mhm,” you hum, still smiling. Your paycheck came in this morning so you had the funds to treat him.

Jungkook didn’t need to be told twice, ordering as many dishes as he liked and once the plates were licked clean, he orders dessert.

“I’ll get it,” you tell him, standing up when the waitress calls your number.

“Okay, I’ll be here,” Jungkook beams, his smile lighting up the whole room. You were giddy, congratulating yourself for a job well done. When you had picked him up early this morning, he looked like shit – eyes red and reeking of alcohol. You didn’t even want to know what went down last night, not at all. It’s not your business. But you could tell whatever happened didn’t really help him with the loss. During the car ride to the restaurant, he was moody as well. Now, he was laughing, joking around, and just generally happier. It makes you feel good that you could make him feel good.

Though he will feel way better with this strawberry shortcake in his stomach.

“Doesn’t it look so cute?” You ask when you sit back down, transferring the plate with the cake from the tray to the table. “I kind of don’t want to eat it.” You look around for your phone to take a picture but couldn’t find it. “Kook, have you seen my…” Looking up to your best friend, your voice dies in your throat.  

In your best friend’s hand was definitely your phone. There was a dark look in his eyes as he stares at the screen that gave you a pause. To make even more clear that he was not amused at what he was looking at, he cocks his head to the side while his tongue rolling against the inside of his cheek.

“Phone?” you finish, softly.

Jungkook finally looks up at you, scrutinizing you with an intense glare that has you squirming in your seat. Before you can say anything, he chuckles, though it’s devoid of amusement, as he turns the phone for you to see the screen.

“Why the hell did Park Jimin send you a picture of his dick?”

The game was tied, 2-2, with only the third period left.

It was intermission time and the Yonsei team is back inside the away team’s locker room. Jong1 is in the middle of the room, giving them a very uplifting speech to get their heads in the game. The members watch their captain, nodding and agreeing with everything he was saying. They’re all ready to get back on the ice to dominate and win another game… Except Jungkook.

Jungkook’s head was not in the game. Not at all.

It was hard to focus when every time he sees Park Jimin, he just wants to crash that asshole onto the boards, tackle him into the ground, or do whatever else that will wipe that stupid smirk off his stupid face.

What kind of freak sends a fucking dick pic at 9 in the morning?

Jungkook sneers, remembering the text that went along with the picture…

‘morning angel, thinking of u’

Gross… Is he serious with that douchey pick-up artist line? Does Y/N actually like that?

The real question here is why was Y/N even in contact with Jimin? When the hell did that happen? Has she… slept with him?

With that thought in his mind, the urge to purge was even more pronounced than before.

He knew he shouldn’t have looked at the text but her phone was right there! On the table! Lighting up because of a text from a guy that he’s competing with! How could he not look?

The thoughts in his mind kept him so distracted that Jungkook doesn’t even realize that the rest of his teammates are already leaving the room until Taehyung slaps him on the back.

“Earth to Jungkookie~! It’s game time!” Taehyung sing-songs, patting Jungkook’s back once more when the latter stands up. As they follow the rest of their team, the smile on Taehyung’s face dissolves to a concerned frown, “But bro, you okay? You’ve been kind of… distracted.”

Jungkook shakes his head, smirking to appease his hyung. “Don’t worry about it, hyung. It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

The gloves came off as soon as the goal horn resounds throughout the stadium.

This is not the way Jungkook should be handling it, but it’s the only way his one-track mind wanted to handle it.

It was like he was seeing everything through a pinhole, the only thing his rage-infused thoughts can do was focus on was the man whose back is turned towards him, # 7 Park. In a blink of an eye, Jungkook skates to him, pushing the man with all the strength he has. He watches as Jimin stumble forward then to the ground. The crowd has to be reacting by now – screaming, cheering, jeering - but he is deafened to the sound as he jumps on top of the confused boy.

Jungkook couldn’t stop himself. He saw red the moment Jimin got the goal and tipped his head over at her direction with that irritating grin on his face…

Well, now it’s off… It’s hard to keep a smile on your face when there’s a fist colliding against it – multiple times.

Jungkook gets three punches in – his knuckles, Jimin’s nose and upper lip, and the ice beneath them a bloody mess - before he gets pulled off and the ref calls for his penalty.

On his way to the penalty box, Jungkook shrugs off his teammates who try to ask him why he did that, ignores the reaction from the audience, and most of all, he kept his eyes trained to the ground when he passes you and hears you call out his name. Why did the penalty box had to be right beside the section you’re sitting at? You were just meters away. He knows you’re watching at him, probably with an expression that a mix between disappointment and repulsion.

For the whole 5 minutes Jungkook served in the box, he didn’t dare look at you. Instead, he used the time to try and calm himself down. It didn’t help because while Jungkook was on penalty, Korea U had the power play. They used it well to their advantage, scoring 2 more goals.

With the Yonsei’s team morale so low, it pretty much guaranteed another Korea U win. 

Once the game was over, Jungkook rushed into the locker room to quickly pack his things. He just wanted to go home, lay in his own bed instead of the one in the hotel room he was sharing with Taehyung, and just shut out the world for the weekend. When he was done saying his sorry’s to his teammates and getting the ‘it’s okay’ and the ‘just rest up’ from them, he was out of there.

Weaving his way through the crowd, he makes it to the parking lot without anyone stopping him, the hat he was wearing doing a fantastic job of concealing his identity. If the people around him who were celebrating for the winning team had known who he was, his escape home might have been delayed because of confrontation. Not that he was scared of anything… He just didn’t want to talk to anyone, especially not you.

But he should have known it wouldn’t last long.

“Jungkook!” He hears someone call from behind him but he keeps walking.

A hand grips onto his upper arm, pulling him back to stop, right in the middle of the parking lot. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Jungkook sighs and he allows to be turned around.

When he opens his eyes again, it’s you in front of him, looking so beautiful and so, so unbelievably angry.  

“Really, Jungkook? What the hell is wrong with you? You’re acting like such a child!” You shout at him.

“Are you seriously mad at me? ME?” Jungkook asks, laughing in disbelief. With both hands towards you, he cries, “You’re the one sleeping with the enemy!”

“Enemy?!” you screech. “Jimin is your enemy now?!”

“What the fuck do you think he is? He’s a player on the opposing team that our team is against! Did the picture of his cock make you stupid all of the sudden? ‘Cause last time I checked, you go to Yonsei and not Korea U… Does loyalty mean anything to you?”

Why is he being like this? He has probably done worse… Like, hello, last night with Eunha?! Isn’t that a bit hypocritical? Pot calling the kettle black, much? Oh, and you remember how he left you at the restaurant this morning. Your anger towards Jungkook keeps piling on and on.

“All I did was send a few flirty… and yeah, sexual, messages to him –“ Jungkook groans, face towards the sky as he stomps his foot. Yes, he wanted to hear the truth, but he hated hearing it. “- How is that different from you sleeping with Eunha? So it’s okay to fuck someone that goes to Korea U as long as they’re not on the hockey team? Okay, yeah, I get it now…”

“Oh my god…” Jungkook’s laughing now, still looking at the sky.  

Changing your stance and crossing your arms, you challenge him, “Well?”

“It’s different because I didn’t fucking sleep with her!” Jungkook yells back, gaze off the sky and back on you. Your eyes widen – surprised, shocked, and disbelieving. Yet it only takes you a second to realize, with a quick study of his face, that Jungkook wasn’t lying at all. But… Last night… They… Didn’t they?

“I didn’t even kiss her because I – I…” Jungkook trails off, still staring at you. He looks broken and tired, using his arm to wipe away the tears that have fallen. You’re so confused that you couldn’t say anything. Angrily, he shakes his head. “It doesn’t even fucking matter… I hope it was –Just – fuck!” He was so mad that he stumbling his words. With a deep breath and an exhale, he tries again, “Don’t even bother coming to the games next week.”

Then he walks away and you don’t try to stop him. It breaks your heart but it’s obvious that’s the last thing he wants. So you let him go, watching miserably as he gets into his car and drives away.

You must look so pathetic… Standing in the middle of the parking lot, tears falling from your eyes, snot dripping out your nose that you couldn’t be bothered to wipe it off… Absolutely pathetic.  

How long have you been standing there? Probably a while since the parking lot was emptying every passing second, the crowd dispersing to celebrate for the night or sleep through the weekend. Now that you’re sniffling, crying, and just being a big old mess, doing the latter sounds perfect to –

“Achooo!”

Great, now I’m sick too, you thought to yourself. The night just keeps getting better and better.

“I told you to take care of yourself…”

Before you could turn to see who it was – though from the voice, you already knew – you feel something being draped over your shoulders, warming you up instantly. Looking down, you see the Korea University’s hockey team patch on the  breast of the jacket. Maybe you should take it off, isn’t this the reason for your problem?

Under the light of the lamp post, you can barely make out the bruising on Jimin’s face, and that’s probably for the best. Even the slight purple you could see makes you want to go into hiding and never come out. You feel like you’re responsible for why his face is all bruised up.

“Thank you,” you say, tugging off his letterman jacket and holding it up for him to take back. “But, I don’t think…” You pause, biting your bottom lip.

He doesn’t take his jacket, instead just asks softly, “You don’t think what?”

“You got pommeled in the face because of me,” you mumble quietly.

Much to your surprise, the prettiest airy laugh flows through your eardrums a moment later. It gets even stranger when Jimin squats to the ground because of how hard he was laughing.

“J-Jimin?” You try to get his attention. When you don’t get it because he is still laughing, you join him on the ground. “Why are you laughing?!”

Through fits of laughter, Jimin manages to say, “I did get pommeled, huh?”

“Yeah, you did!”

The two of you are both laughing now, even though it was no joking matter.

“Ah, fuck, it really hurts to laugh,” Jimin whines a minute later, but all the while, still laughing.

“Then stop!” You tell him, your hand coming up to touch his face. Realizing what you were about to do, you try to snatch your hand back but Jimin catches your hand with his and guides you to the tender spot on his cheekbone.

“Mmm… Your hand is really warm, Y/N,” Jimin says, eyes fluttering shut, humming and smiling in content. He’s so lovely, you think to yourself. Slowly and slowly, you’re forgetting the events of the night because of the beautiful boy in front of you. You’re feeling lightheaded, yet blissful.

That’s when you feel it melt against the tip of your nose, cold and wet.

Looking up in wonder, you smile widely as you see the flakes of white falling down from the sky.

The first snowfall of the season.

When you take a peek at Jimin, he’s gaze was to the sky as well, smile as big as yours. With the snow falling around him, he looked even more radiant. How is that even possible?

The moment is ruined when you sneeze again.

“Oh!” Jimin’s hand parts from yours to feel against your forehead. It was hot, really hot. “Shit, you really are sick!”

“What?” You question blearily, still recovering from the sneeze. Jimin stands up, pulling you up with him. He takes the jacket that you were still holding onto and wraps it around you again.

“Keep it on, I mean it…”

Nodding, you hug his jacket tighter around you.

“Do you have a ride home?” Jimin asks as his places the beanie that was just on his head on yours.

“I…” you sigh deeply, “I was supposed to get a ride home with Jungkook, but… He already left.”

“Shit…”

“Yeah.”

On your phone, you check if you could hitch a ride with your other friends. From what you could see, they’re all already gone, either out partying or driving back to the Yonsei campus. Jimin then suggests that he could take you home. You try to tell him that it’s too far for him to drive there and back, but he insists that it’s no problem, that he wouldn’t have offered if he wasn’t up for it.

In the end, you take his offer.

You arrive back home an hour later. With a couple of stops on the way there, Jimin made sure that you had food and medicine in your belly before you even stepped foot through your front door so you won’t get even more sick.

“You should stay the night,” you tell Jimin when the two of you enter your apartment. “The roads are already too slippery.”

“You sure?” Jimin asks, dropping the plastic bags filled with the things you bought for your incoming cold (medicine and lots and lots of snacks) on your counter. “I don’t want to impose…”

“Hey, I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t sure,” you tell him, repeating the words he had said to you earlier.

Jimin laughs, nodding, “Alright. I’m guessing… couch or…?”

“Yes, couch. Unless you want to get sick…”

With a shrug, Jimin smirks, “I wouldn’t mind.”

Letting his comment go with a roll of your eyes, you ask him to follow you. From the small storage closet near your kitchen, you take out an extra blanket and pillow for him to have, dumping it on his arms. Then you lead him to the couch and the two of you begin to make his bed. Jimin was talking throughout all this, but then stops so abruptly that you wonder what was up. He was staring at something, and you follow his line of sight to see… Oh… OH!

“Stop thinking about it, Park Jimin,” you warn him playfully, embarrassment warming up your body even more as you snatch the pillow that had caught Jimin’s attention and hide it behind your back. Jimin chuckles, rose blooming his already rosy cheeks while he rubs the back of his neck.

“Okay, I’ll try not to think about it…” Jimin says, though he thinks that might be a hard promise to keep. Getting his mind out of the gutter for at least a few more minutes, Jimin points to one of the closed doors. “Sleep, now!”

“That’s my bathroom,” you tell him, laughing.

Jimin chuckles and tries again, pointing to another door. “Sleep, now, Y/N!”

This time you nod, walking towards that door backwards, as you still have the pillow behind your back. “Much better… Goodnight, Jimin… and thanks, for everything.”

“No problem… Goodnight, Y/N. I hope you feel better in the morning…” He mumbles sleepily, already tucked inside the blanket and ready to sleep. Smiling, you let yourself admire him for few more seconds before you turn in.

Even though the night turned out better than you had expected it to, you’re still laying on your bed, wide awake and thinking solely about your best friend. Through your other friends, you know that he is at least safe at home, so you’re glad for that. You should leave it at that for now, you really should. But you couldn’t help yourself…

[12:42 AM] You —i’m sorry —i miss you

A second later, you receive the read receipt.

Then he’s typing…

Typing..

You feel your heart beating in your throat.

Typing…

Your eyes are starting to burn from how hard you’re staring at the screen.

Typing…

Typing…

Then, nothing.

Heartbroken, you shove your phone underneath your pillow, away from sight. You fall asleep, face tear-stained, hoping and praying that you and Jungkook could make up soon.

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Warning! Sexual content ahead! Minors pleas dni! pairing: jeon jungkook x fem! reader genre: established relationship, rich!idol! boyfriend jungkook, heavy smut word count: 4.3k warnings: manual stimulation, oral sex (both giving and receiving), unprotected sex, overstimulation, back scratching, face riding, slight hair pulling, creampie. a/n: i'm down bad in my jungkook phase rn...........he is so hot i feel like crying istg. anyway this is one of my favorite fics because of the jet ski bit which might or might not be inspired by a true story *laughs awkwardly*👀👀👀👀👀 anyways, hope u guys enjoy and make sure to leave some feedback! i love to read it! xoxo

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serendipity.

maybe (only maybe) it was a stretch to think that something so simple would make you feel this way. bathing in the morning sunlight, opening your eyes from time to time to stare at the blue sky or follow the flight of occasional seagulls that would enter your field of vision. any other day and the sun would've felt too hot, but today it was crisping you up just enough. stationed somewhere in the ocean, laying on the deck of your boyfriend's unnecessarily expensive yacht, glass of equally expensive and fancy champagne next to your head. what a life to live, huh? these little escapades were a rare occurrence in your life as a couple. you were a busy woman and jungkook was triple the amount. living life as an international star had its pro's seeing how both of you were now lavishly vacationing on a big yacht, but it had even more con's. everything in between you was a secret, something you had to learn to live with. something that didn't make you disappointed anymore when you would plan a week ahead and get your plans cancelled the night before. all because he couldn't prioritize you. but you knew all that was for the better and with time, you learned that the things you thought were detrimental to your relationship were actually the things that would make it work, at least for the time being. if it ever got out it would've been done and over with.

the last thing you wanted was for you and jungkook to break up. if you had to admit, the bond in between you was like nothing you ever had with anyone before. and that includes any type of relationship, be it friends or lovers. you found it peculiar at the beginning, how easily he would say the things you were thinking or how you discovered him to have most of the same principles you had. strange how to people so different from one another are still so much alike, needing only a glance to understand what thoughts gather in the other's head.

you were endlessly challenging each other in different ways. be it how jungkook (the adrenaline eater on toast for breakfast) would make you do bungee jumping off a bridge or how you would show him what you do in a yoga class and make him sit mostly still for an hour so he can relax, each of you were helping the other grow in different ways and you were thankful for that. even more thankful for him. for you were not only connected with jungkook's mind, but his body as well. him being by far the best lover that dared join you to bed.

the feeling of his fingers grazing your soft skin would linger on your body and especially on your mind for weeks on end, until they would find themselves in the same place all over again. his wild personality was mirrored in his unique style of making love, being rough yet passionate, intense yet comfortable. it was familiarity that you would always encounter when any of your love scenes took place, no matter the odd locations where they did. seeing how he lived a turbulent life, you had to adapt to it. but you were not complaining, both of you had become accustomed to quick sex in restaurant bathrooms when he gets an unexpected call during dinner. or steamy sex in the shower to get two things done at the same time when he would have to prepare for a concert. as for the latter, one of the tasks would be successfully failed seeing how you would need another shower in itself after the deed was done.

jungkook made you feel things no other has. his love was heating you up just like the sun did, sun which you felt was stolen away from you.

you open your eyes, coming in contact with a jungkook that wears a smile too excited for your own good. he's sat on his heels, slightly leaned over you as his broad shoulders cast a shadow over your skin. you frown, trying to figure out whatever mischief his pretty head might've came up with this time.

"you're blocking the sun." you slowly mutter out, dragging your eyes over his body, admiring his faintly golden skin under his tattoos and his toned abs, slowly dragging your gaze down to the waistband of his shorts and his muscular thighs. you can't help yourself and drape your hand over his torso, resting it on waist as you rub it slowly. you sigh heavily as you look over to him again. all for you.

"i think the sun has stared at you enough," the man says as he cups your cheek, lowering himself enough so his face rests right in front of yours. "my turn now." he adds before capturing your lips in a slow, soft kiss. one that arises a certain heat inside you, feeling his tongue shyly swirl inside your mouth as yours tastes him with hunger. you feel him groan into your mouth as you pinch his side jokingly. he chuckles as he breaks the kiss, staring at you for a few seconds. looking into his shiny eyes, you realize that whatever he would ask of you right now, you won't be able to give him a no as an answer.

"wanna take a ride on the jet ski?" the question comes, reading your mind like always.

"i don't know how to ride the jet ski."

"yeah, but your boyfriend knows how to do everything, doesn't he?" jungkook adds as he displays a smug smile. you chuckle upon hearing his words, looking in the opposite direction at the ocean stretching far, far away.

"what if i fall?" you ask genuinely concerned.

"if you fall then i'll jump after you before the sharks get to eat you alive." he answers, starting to laugh when he sees your face distorting as fear overwhelms you. "but that won't happen!" he comforts through giggles as he takes your face in both of his palms, kissing you once again.

"i'll show you how to ride it, c'mon." he says as he gets up to his feet, extending his hand towards you. you gladly take it and let him yank your weight up, helping you in a standing position as well.

"okay, you're doing good baby." manner of praise that you're used to hear in a completely different context resounds in your ears from behind.

after securing the life vest tightly around you, jungkook wasted no time in getting you on the jet ski, quickly telling you how to maneuver it with his strong arms on top of yours showing you the acceleration and the brake, thoroughly explaining how everything works.

"you can go faster, you know." he chuckles as he presses your hand resting on the accelerator. you laughed in terror, intending to resist the way his hand was hugging yours tightly, trying to reach the full speed of the watercraft. as much as you enjoyed the adrenaline, you couldn't look past at how the ocean stretched as much as you could see, even his boat being a little further away than what you'd be comfortable with. you closed your eyes, letting the droplets of water splash your face in a refreshing manner as the air breezed through your hair.

you could get lost in the feeling, the one of freedom, if you wouldn't feel your boyfriend's palms resting on your bare thighs, massaging them slowly as his breath, hot in comparison with the ocean breeze, fans over the soft skin of your neck. you open your eyes and look in the right mirror, his doe-like eyes begging more of you once again. something that you'd be happy to endorse as always. you slow down your hold on the accelerator, the bumps that you felt every time the jet ski came in contact with a wave growing less aggressive as the watercraft went smoothly on the surface of the water. you raised your brows curiously when his hands climbed towards your heat, that was barely covered by the bikini you chose to wear. jungkook only smiled before starting to kiss your neck, slowly making his way up to your jaw, his hands keeping up pace, reaching your clothed pussy at the same time his lips sucked the sweet spot where your jaw and earlobe joined.

"is this part of teaching me how to ride a jet ski?" you ask, already turned on by the sight of his plush lips feasting on your skin in the mirror. his lip piercing brushed over your jaw as he looked at you, fingers pulling your bikini to the side as swiftly as the jet ski moved through the clear water.

"nah," he answers rubbing slow circles onto your awaiting clit. you couldn't help but get comfortable under his touch, leaning your back on his chest as your legs spread wider apart instinctively, letting him caress your sensitive bud just the way he knew perfectly well by now. "just a little reward for being such a quick study."

your fingers weaken their hold on the lever as jungkook's own start building a pace, the freshness of the situation toying with your head in a different way altogether, thinking of how easy it would be to just fuck right there and then. he clicked his tongue three times before stopping his movements the same time as the jet ski did.

"you gotta take us back to the boat if you wanna cum, babe." his voice deep as he whispered into your ear, eyes not leaving yours even for a second, pierced eyebrow rising expectantly as he finished his phrase. you huff as you roll your eyes with a smile on your face.

your hand grips the lever tight, making the jet ski rush through the water, jungkook's tattooed fingers mimicking the action as his pads trace circles over your clit faster. you let out a moan into the cold air as he latches his lips back to your neck when his other hand grips tightly on your thigh. your concentration fades, your mind dizzying itself up even more as you speed up the jet ski to its limit, jumping over each wave that comes your way. your ass smacks itself down on the seat violently with every impact and you are wondering if jungkook's body is being thrown into the air the same as yours but you draw a negative conclusion when you feel his hand pinning you down on the leather seat.

"rushing somewhere?" he sneers into your ear and you finally come back to your senses, only capable to give him a whimper as answer while slowing your grip on the lever as you realize the boat is getting closer to you, or you to the boat. you couldn't tell the difference anymore, not with how your high was building up rapidly, your legs shaking uncontrollably around the saddle seat of the jet ski. you struggled to keep your eyes opened and to maneuver the watercraft to the side of the boat as the waves of orgasm washed over you the same way the ones of the ocean washed over the hull of the white yacht. you threw your head back against jungkook's shoulder as loud moans were being ripped from you, his hand carrying you to overstimulation as his other one was digging crescents into the meat of your thigh.

"holy fuck!" you mutter out as you grab a hold of his knees, trying to pull yourself out of his touch as you arch your back but to no avail. because you didn't really wanted him to stop. every second passing by was sweet torture, jungkook's ministrations being able to bring you on the brink of exhaustion in only few moments.

his fingers stop slowly, your body still jolting under his touch as he dives for your hole, coating his fingers in your release before pulling them away from you. you make eye contact in the mirror again, his hand precisely making it's way to your lips, fingers waiting excitedly for you to open your mouth. you obey to the silent command and take his fingers inside you, swirling your tongue over and in between them as you look at jungkook. his eyes are filled with lust, his prey-like gaze from before long gone, being replaced by one of a predator.

"good girl." he whispers into your ear as he gently slaps the outsides of your thighs. removing his fingers from your mouth, he gives you a one sided smirk as he places his hands on the handlebar of the jet ski, maneuvering it closer to the boat so you two can get out of one floating thing and onto the other.

"oh my god!" you screamed loud enough for people to hear you on each side of the ocean. "i think that's a shark." words that come out way too pitched at the sight of what was most definitely a shark. shock takes sudden control of your mind and your body as you remain petrified, watching as the big animal swims right next to the hull of the yacht.

terrifying, you think to yourself, just as you always thought them to be. and suddenly all the times that you were met with a dismissive response of "yeah, but you'll never actually see any sharks" when you told people your greatest fear, turned out to be untrue.

"really?" you hear from behind you, the only thing keeping you connected to the current reality being the sweet voice of your boyfriend.

sweet voice matched along with mischievous actions as you feel strong hands pushing you forward into the water and pulling you back just before your torso made contact with the edge of the boat. you scream once again, now a sound that seems ripped from a horror movie. your eyes keep wide as your heart starts beating uncontrollably whilst your tensed back is being pressed tight against jungkook's firm chest. his hands keep their place on your shoulders, rubbing slowly as you hear his croaked laugh from behind you.

"i-i'm breaking up with you." you mutter out slowly and he only laughs harder to your comment, turning you to face him.

"you said that when i made you paraglide and here we are." he says through a pout, gesturing down with his eyes when enunciating the last three words.

"not for long if you're gonna feed me to the shark." you reply and he throws his head back in laughter again, long black strands of hair flowing as he moves. this time you join him too, heart still beating fast. you knew it was because of him, but you weren't sure if it was him fake pushing you into the water or just him.

yeah, you got scared, but in reality you knew he would rather throw himself in the water than risk losing you. if you thought about it, a heart attack would've been worth it just to see him laugh the way he does now, smile brighter than the sun in the mid-day, the mole under his lower lip ever present and ever stealing the show as his naked chest heaved for air upon his last chuckles.

"let me make it up to you." he whispers close to your ear as his hands find purchase on your hips, pulling you closer to him.

"well, you could make it up to me by not trying to feed me to the shark." you whisper back, pressing your hands on his chest not only to feel him but also to put some distance in between the two of you so you can look into his eyes again. he hums as his lips twitch in a wicked smile, looking to the side as if considering the option you just gave him, eyes laying back on yours with a far more dangerous gaze than whatever swam in the water beneath your feet.

"or i could feed on your pussy on the deck of our very expensive yacht." he suggests, latching his soft lips on your neck, the metal of his piercing stroking your skin again. you don't know what gets your heat pooling most: the sudden erotic statement or the mutual attribution of his possession and how he chose to say our instead of my, when in reality it was his yacht. you hum in return, interlocking the fingers of both of your hands at the back of your boyfriend's neck as you let yourself swayed by him in the place aforementioned.

he's quick to lay you down on your back, taking his rightful place in between your parted legs as he kneels on the white shiny surface. jungkook leans over you, smashing his hungry lips onto yours, making sure to reach beyond any point his tongue has reached before. his fingers tickle your nape as they untie the string of the top of your swimsuit, leaving your breasts naked under his sight, nipples all hardened up for him. he moans as he takes one of them into his mouth, licking it painfully hard while he massages your other breast. you whimper, arching your back as your right hand finds a hold of his head, pulling him closer. you feel the vibrations of his moan down to each and every end of your nerves when your other hand scratches his back a little too harshly, letting your nipple out with a loud pop, he rises to his knees again, eyeing each part of you closely whilst untying the strings of the bikini bottom as well.

"fuck, your body..." he whispers as he slightly palms his growing length. you could say the same about him, all sweaty from the heat, golden skin highlighting your favorite parts of his body even more- his collarbones, the defined line in between his muscular pecs, his toned abs and oh, so beautiful v line. maybe gods really did walk on earth.

"i know i said i'd eat you out," jungkook articulates as he sits beside you, giving you an all knowing look. "but i changed my mind." he adds, helping you get up and over him, laying down on his back right as your thighs hug each side of him. he hooks his strong hands under your thighs and pulls you as close to his face as he can, letting you do the rest of the job as you quickly realize what it is that he wants. still a manner of eating someone out, you think, but you understand what he meant to say: i won't feed on you, you'll be feeding me yourself.

you rise off of him a bit, so you can place yourself better on top him, wet pussy hovering right above his mouth. your thighs straddling each side of his face as he pulls your weight down, wasting not a second more as his eager tongue licked a smooth path from your clit to your hole, collecting all your nectar in his mouth. he groaned into your core, devouring the sweet flesh of your pussy as his tongue delved deeper inside you. you began slow motions of your hips, thanking whatever gods forged jungkook for making his nose the way it was, for it was now brushing perfectly against your clit as you grinded on his face. his smooth palms place themselves on your ass cheeks, encouraging you even further to make a mess out of him as his veiny arms moved in tandem with the rolls of your hips, pushing you further down his mouth.

the sun was the only witness to the erotic scene the two of you were displaying, hot rays grazing your back as you were desperately chasing your high. jungkook was sending vibrations into your core as he murmured in satisfaction upon hearing your high pitched moans, working harder in the process of tongue fucking you with each second passing by. your hips move frantically when the ticklish sensation in your lower abdomen starts to make it's appearance and you find hold of the metal railing in front of you, squeezing it as tight as jungkook is squeezing your ass. you let go with a breathy moan, tilting your body forward as your boyfriend laps up every drop of your hot release with hunger. you feel yourself jolt, not being aware of any other part of your body except where jungkook's tongue is, teasing your contracting hole. he takes it out slowly and licks his way up to your clit again, gasping quietly for air as his face gets itself out of the entrapment of your thighs. you look down at him, taking in his glistening jaw and wide smile as you give him one in return.

"if you ever decide to kill me, please do it this way." he says motioning his eyes down to your still pulsating core and back to you. you chuckle tiredly, slowly removing your body from his.

getting up to your feet requires more control from your thighs than you've ever needed, burning soreness making it's presence felt in between them. you extend your hand to him and he takes it, making no effort in rising to his feet. you walk down into the cockpit, pushing his chest slowly when you reach the cushioned bench on one side of it. he sits down, legs spread apart, giving you better vision to the bulge in the thin material of his black shorts. you vigorously collapse to your knees, taking less than two seconds to yank the only material covering him down to his ankles. you place your hands on his knees, slowly rising them to the erect member resting it's tip on his torso, head glistening in pre-cum as you get your hands to the base of it, rubbing it in slow up and down motion as you feel the skin shift underneath your tight hold.

he releases a moan through his bitten lower lip and you smirk up at him just before your mouth comes in contact with his shaft, engulfing it as you try to venture yourself deeper down. his length reaches the back of your throat, making you gag around it as you cover the part of his dick that just wouldn't fit in your mouth with your soft hands, jerking it slowly as you start bobbing your head.

"fuck..." he groans, taking a fistful of your hair, guiding your head smoothly down his cock, soaking it with your spit. you moan around him, tightening your grip of both his cock and thigh as the rhythm increases in pace. tears form at the outer corners of your eyes every time his tip brushes pleasantly against the back of your throat. you look up to him only to find his sight already upon you, eyes studying the pretty image of your soft lips around his cock through heavy lids and a grunt filled with tension. you bop your head faster, sloppily taking in whatever inch you can reach and he moans again, abruptly stopping your movements by yanking your head away. he leans in to kiss you, pinching his tip in between his thumb and index finger as he groans into your mouth.

"you almost had me there." he chuckles as he breaks the kiss, rising you by your armpits and anchoring you on his lap. you laugh as you place your knees on the surface he was sat on, his hands on your waist as he helps you up. you quickly align his wet tip with your even wetter entrance and slowly slide down with a quiet whimper, throwing your head back when the feeling of him finally stretching you out is given to your craving body. he grabs a hold of your ass cheeks again, creating space in between the both of you so he can thrust into you, at first slowly but increasing pace rapidly as you buried your nails in his muscular back, leaving long red trails when you slid them towards his shoulders.

you thought to yourself that your screams definitely traveled to the shores, reaching the ears of people as jungkook was drilling his hips into you at an ungodly speed, making sure to fill you up to the brim every time his hips went up. it was fast and passionate all together and every time you closed your eyes you seemed to forget where you were. nothing bore importance anymore other than jungkook and his sweet voice into your ear as he moaned louder than ever before, music to your ears. he seemed to take advantage of the fact that the two of you were stranded alone even more than you did. his movements grew messy as his groans grew deeper and in no longer than seven more strides, jungkook stilled his hips, pressing them upwards so his cock was as deep as it could be inside of you. hot ropes of white liquid were painting your velvety walls, the feeling making your head dizzy.

jungkook was breathing hardly, head buried in the crook of your neck as your hand was in his hair, brushing through his luscious, black strands. although you didn't cum again, your pussy was convulsing around his softening member, clit still aching from the two orgasms you had before. the feeling was as sweet as honey and you delighted in it, wishing for time to never pass. to leave you and jungkook in this moment as you looked at the ocean and the sun slowly starting to set down, painting it a pretty shade of pink. you remained hugged for some time, not muttering even a word out as your boyfriend traced lazy circles on your back with his soft fingers, you still massaging his head softly as your own started to pulsate shyly.

"i think i got a sunstroke." you say as you pull away from his embrace, only to place your hands on his chest and kiss his lips softly. he giggles quietly into your mouth, taking a hold of your nape with his tattooed hand and deepening the kiss.

"don't worry baby," he whispered close to your face, mouth traveling down to your jaw, neck, chest, slowly planting wet kisses along it's way. "i'm gonna fuck it away for you."

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Angrily in Love

two mafia families, two heirs. they should’ve stay away from one another, they usually do. but a new threat forces them to work together. and you know what they say; the line between hate and love can be blurry

enemies to lovers, mafia member!jungkook, mafia tech! reader, bickering, pining, angst, little fluff, strong female lead, SARCASM. light smut. tw: MENTIONS OF death/murder. brief mention of prostitution (no character does this it’s only mentioned)

wc: 20.2k she’s a long one

12 months ago

London, England

You stand deathly still, spine straight and eyes forward. The cold metal of the gun strapped to your thigh makes your skin itch but you don’t move, not one inch. No one can see you, you were certain of that but then again you didn’t dare do anything that could even possibly garner any attention. No, you kept close to the tree who’s shadow was helping keeping you hidden. Not too far in front of you, but far enough to not be seen, a coffin is slowly moved six feet below. There was no sounds of anyone crying, not even a sniffle was made from any of the small group of people attending the funeral. They simply just watched, straight unwavering faves as two men began to shovel dirt on top of the coffin and as soon as the first load of dirt fell upon the casket- everyone in attendance turned and left without looking back. You waited, longer then you needed to, before walking over once the two men had finished their job of burying the coffin. Now you stood at the end of the freshly done grave, staring down at the headstone, blinking a couple times you bent down on your knees. A small smile graced your lips slowly.

“bye father, rot in hell”

Present

New York, United States

Y/N

It was silent, except for the occasional scrapes of metal cutlery against the plates, as you and your Grandfather ate dinner. Although no words were being exchanged, it was comfortable. This man had raised you his entire life and he doted on your every move since the day you were born, he was the reason you carried on in this trauma filled existence. Being involved in the underground dealings of the world should’ve been terrifying, you should’ve screamed and begged to not be inflicted in mafia business. But you didn’t, in fact, you thrived on this lifestyle. You were smart, more so then most men in this type of business and most of them knew that. The things you could find out with a simple laptop could crumble someone’s entire life with one click.

“y/n, dear, i have a job for you” This immediately peaked your interest, dropping your cutlery you looked to your Grandfather at the end of a rather large dining table. Well, it had to be big to fill the space- it was a mansion you were in after all. High ceilings, glamorous decor and extravagant windows.

“what do you need me to do?” There wasn’t a lot you wouldn’t do for him, all he had to do was give you the word and you were on it. He reached into his suit pocket, pulling out a white envelope before standing and walking the distance between the two of you. He placed the envelope in front of you before giving you a pat on the shoulder

“you’re not going to like this love, but it needs to be done” You furrow your eyebrows at this but remain silent and open the envelope

- Codes to a locked spreadsheet your father kept hidden: break into it.

- New group started, your father knew it would happen he has information.

- You’re partner for this: Jeon Jungkook

Your jaw tightens, the last person on this earth you’d want to work with was Jeon Jungkook. The rivals families heir? The cocky, insufferable bastard?

“get it done” Is all your Grandfather says before walking out of the dining room and off onto his wing of the mansion. Letting out a sigh you flip the sheet in front of you. On the back of the paper were several computer codes and you gave a little nod to yourself before sliding the paper back into the envelope and standing before retreating to your wing of the mansion. If this is what needed to be done, then you’d just have to suck it up and do the job.

London, England

Jungkook

He sat with a straight face, looking at the cards between his fingers before casually drifting his gaze to the men sat around the table. Smoke from cigarettes filled the air and the smell mixed with the scent of scotch.

“stop looking so serious Jungkook, this is a friendly game” Taehyung, one of his closest men, smirked as Jungkook’s remained unmoving. He always took poker so seriously, always the competitive type.

“i wouldn’t call ten grand at risk a friendly game” Yoongi quipped before the men around the table chuckled, they knew that amount of money meant nothing to them. It was pocket change if anything. “i fold” He sighed before placing his cards face down and taking a swig of his scotch before rising from the table and walking off.

“what will it be Jungkook?” Namjoon asked from across the table, just the two of them left in the game and it was up to Jungkook whether he folded or risked it and raised. Of course, he raised before showing his deck and leaning back in his chair with a raised eyebrow “you’re such a cocky bastard you know that?” Namjoon let out before showing his cards and standing from the table, leaving Jungkook to collect his winnings. Smirking he left the money on the table, he’d come back for it.

“Jeon, duty calls!” One of his fathers men shouting down into his den got his attention and he sighs before standing

“funs over, don’t take my winnings” He says before going up the stairs to the exit of his sanctuary before heading straight to his fathers office. Not that it was a quick journey, the mansion was not lack in size. The Jeon estate was one to be marvelled at, Jungkook’s wing alone was enough to be classed as a mansion in its own right. But once he did make it, he walked straight in not bothering to knock as he did so. His father didn’t flinch, used to his son barging in as he pleased.

“son, take a seat” He did so, eyeing the two men that stood behind his father, it almost made him chuckle. His own father felt the need to protect himself from him, although he’d be a fool not to. Jungkook had skills that any would dream to have mastered, he was undeniably strong with a quick brain. If he wanted to, he’d have both guards dead aswell as his father within minutes. “we have a problem” Jungkook quirked a brow, not saying anything, so the older man continued “theirs a new alliance brewing, we got wind of it last week but didn’t feel it was that worrying. But it’s important this gets squished now”

“stop talking around the topic and get to the specifics” Jungkook had no time for riddles, if there was a job to be done all information needed to be given to him now so he could do what he needed to

“before you were born there was a family that were said to be the most dangerous in the world. we thought every single one of them were dead, turns out we were wrong. and when i say we son, i don’t mean just our family” Staying quiet, Jungkook eyed his father urging him to continue his little story. “the y/l/n’s” He concluded and Jungkook’s muscles tighten. Their rivals, the bane of his existence and the worst of the lot? You. He met you a handful of times, all memory of them made him uncontrollably angry. You were a sarcastic little woman and every word that came out of your month made him want to cut your tongue off. The worst thing about it was how attractive you were, he always left the small altercations you two had extremely mad and half hard. But no matter what, they’d always be bad blood between the two of you- especially after last year.

“where do i come into this?” His father took a deep breath before leaning back into his chair, fingers interlocking with one another.

“i need you to take out that last family member. we just don’t know where they’re hiding, but someone can find out and they’re grandfather already agreed to a temporary alliance” Anger arose within him, fearing he already knew who exactly his father was talking about “you’re heading to new york”

New York, United States

Y/N

You took a deep breath as you stood at the back exit of the airport, waiting on a secret runway. In a few short minutes your worst nightmare would be landing and coming out of his private jet. Why you had to come and meet him was beyond you, but your Grandfather asked and hell would freeze over before you said no to him. Although, it just might actually freeze over now it’s leader was about to land in front of your very eyes. The devil himself; Jeon Jungkook. You heard the jet above your head, you were quite a distance from the runway of course but it was still deafening. Tilting your head up, you scoffed as you looked at his jet

Jeon Air

It was all back with white writing, making it extremely obvious who owned the jet. Once it finally came to a halt, you didn’t make a move to walk over. choosing to stay by the door that led to the secret tunnels leading out. The door opened and you spot him coming out the entrance, deep black suit covered his muscles and shades hid his eyes. He spots you and you know he did because he tenses, it makes you chuckle. Walking down the steps he stops at the bottom of them as someone comes over with his suitcase, handing it over to him. Taking it, he extends the handle and begins to walk in your direction. Once he’s close, you turn and open the door and begin the walk out not even bothering to greet him. You simply didn’t want to.

“what a lovely warm welcome” He mumbled behind you and you roll your eyes and continued walking ahead, not wanting to get involved in his little game. The noise of his suitcase wheels grinding against the floor was echoing in the long tunnels. You felt him shuffle with something and you just knew exactly what he was doing, how predictable he was. Smoothly, you reach to your thigh pulling the gun from your strap and turning to point it straight between his eyes. You met the sight of the barrel of his own gun, pointing down at you as he stopped walking. Then it was a stare off, you felt ridiculous but he pulled his on you first and he did it while your back was turned- how pathetic.

“you’re not subtle at all, i heard the shuffling. you should work on that” His lip twitched, making your smirk. He was so easy to annoy and it bought you joy to do so.

“you think you’re so smart”

“i don’t think, i know” In one quick motion your leg raise, your ankle hitting his wrist making the gun slip from his grasp and you could see the shock on his face. Keeping your gun pointed at his direction you stepped towards him, hand coming up to grip his tie. “are you sure you’re a mafia bosses son? because disarming you was way too quick” Then you were pushing him, he was strong but you were quick. Now against the wall, he stared down at you breathing hard as your grip tightened upon his tie. “don’t underestimate me Jeon” The pair of you held your eye contact in silence, he could’ve pushed you away, in one quick motion he could’ve had your arms behind your back and face against the wall. But he remained still and you knew you had won this time. Finally, you released his tie and stepped backwards until your feet met his fallen weapon. You kick it and it makes a loud noise as it slides over to him on the concrete floor. Without a word you take off and continue walking, you hear him collect his gun and the noise of wheels on his suitcase fills the silence once again. Once you reach the end you push open the door and the sun beats down onto your skin and makes you squint slightly as you slip your gun back into the strap on your thigh. You were enjoying the warming of your skin from the summer heat before you felt him standing behind you, instantly spoiling the moment.

“if you’ve finished whatever you’re doing, i’d like to leave” Closing your eyes momentarily, you mentally count to five to calm yourself before walking to your car and he followed. It stood out like a sore thumb, a cyan tinted Bugatti Divo, your little baby. You unlock it before popping the boot to let Jungkook put his luggage in.

“put your shit in the boot, then get in and don’t touch a fucking thing inside” You gave your simple instructions before getting into the drivers seat, waiting for him. Looking in the mirror you see him rounding the back and heading for the door so you close the boot with a simple button as he opens the door and slides in. Wincing as he shuts the door a little too hard for your liking you side eye him. “don’t slam my doors you fucking imbecile” He gives you a look before reaching for the door, holding your stare he opens it and proceeds to slam it shut. Your jaw clenches, he smirks. “you’re lucky my grandfather wants you alive Jeon” With that, you turn the engine on and without warning speed out of your parking spot making Jungkook fly back in his seat, the idiot didn’t put his belt on.

The y/l/n Estate

Jungkook

His eyes explored the place as the grand gates opened to your estate, it felt strange. He was basically crossing enemy lines with no protection other then the gun tucked into waist. Flashes of you kicking it from his grip comes to his mind and then to you having him up against the wall. God why didn’t he push you back, teach you a lesson for putting your hands on him? Shaking himself from his thoughts he took note of his surroundings, your land seems to be slightly bigger than his own, a lavish little fountain was placed at the end of the long drive up to the mansion. Of course, the y/l/n family knew how to show off. You parked the car beside the estate, not uttering a word as you open the boot and get out of the car. Rolling his eyes, he opens the door and steps out

“slam that door and i’ll pin you against it” Your voice calls as you walk away, not even turning to his direction but you wait for him to get his stuff as you face the entrance to the home. Taking a breath he closes the door, softly, before grabbing his suitcase from the boot. As soon as it hits the ground you press your button to close the boot before locking the car and walking inside, leaving Jungkook to follow along. He argued about this, staying at your family’s mansion. All he wanted was to stay at a hotel and see you only when necessary but his father declined, stressing that your Grandfather had extended his hospitality and it would be much easier to work together under one roof. Huffing, he enters and takes a look around the place. If he were honest with himself he’d say he preferred this place to his own home, it was more welcoming. Photos of you and your grandfather hung all over the place, just the two of you. Well that was expected, he knew your father was dead and buried back in England.

“Mr Jeon!” A loud, booming voice almost echoed against the walls and his gaze turns away from the pictures to see your grandfather walking towards him from the top of the stairs. He was on edge to say the least, he was the head of his rivals and here he stood watching him come down the stairs, smile on his face until he stood in front of him. His age was evident, the full head of grey hair and greying beard. But you’d think he was your father then grandfather, he still looked young. “welcome to our home Jungkook” He waved a hand in the air and a guy, clearly a worker came over and took his suitcase from his grip and began retreating into the mansion “He’s taking it to y/n’s wing, you’ll stay there” He had to hold in the eye roll he wanted to let out, of course he was being put there. “We have a wing for guests but i think you’ll be more comfortable in her wing and it will be easier to work together” Jungkook gave a nod, not bothering to speak, he didn’t truly trust this man. There was no way he ever would, he knew what he was capable of. “Come, i’ll get you settled in, seems as y/n has disappeared” He begins walking in the same direction as the worker had and Jungkook followed, eyeing his surroundings as he did so. They reached an elevator and it was a huge one, your grandfather pressed the button and the pair entered together. It was silent as the doors closed and the lift began moving.

“i know you’re probably on edge, crossing enemy lines” Your grandfather broke the silence and Jungkook raised an eyebrow, keeping his eyes in front of him “but i promise you, while you’re under my roof no harm will come to you. i admire you actually” This took Jungkook by surprise, not even his own father said any sort of praise to him but here was the head of his rivals doing just that “you’re a strong kid, your head is screwed on right. iam happy to have this alliance, even if it’s temporary” With that the doors opened and your grandfather walked away and left Jungkook a little stunned. He took a moment before exiting the lift, his eyes widen slightly. It was like entering a completely different mansion. The walls were black, halloween-like decor filled the space, strangely close to what his wing looked like back home. “this is your room, y/n’s is down the corridor to the right. kitchen is to the left and there’s a staircase at the back leading to the land out back. there’s also a gym down the corridor opposite y/n’s room, iam sure you’ll want to take advantage of that” The man finishes by giving Jungkook a pat on his bicep, before leaving back in the direction he came from, he could hear the faint ding of the lift. Opening the door he takes it in, large king bed in the middle with black silk sheets. The walls matched while the units were bright white. Damn, he actually liked it better then his own place and he decorated that place himself. His suitcase was left at the end of the bed and he stepped in to unpack before loud music filled the wing. Turning in the direction it came from, his curiosity got the better of it and he followed it. The closer he got to the gym, the louder it got. He stopped outside, the the door made of glass meaning he can see right inside and he noticed you. In your exercise gear, leggings and sports bra, your back faced him as you punched into a bag hung from the ceiling. With music covering his sounds, he opens the door and stalks over to you- it was time to teach you a lesson. It was payback for the airport, he wasn’t just going to let anyone get away with disrespecting him. He wasn’t going to doing anything bad, trip your foot and pin you to the floor just enough to embarrass you. Inching closer, his hand raised you grip the back of your neck but it all happened so fast. Your right hand reaches behind your head, gripping his wrist as you swipe your leg into his while simultaneously pulling his arm forward. He flips over your back, onto the mat in front of you. In an instant your on top of him, blade pinned to his neck making him gasp lightly.

“you’re testing my patience Jeon” He looks up at you, eyes narrowed as you hold the blade flush against his neck. “keep it up Jungkook, see how long you last” With that you stand off him and walk over to smack a button, turning the music off before you stomp out of the gym. His eyes followed you until his head hit the mat, breathing hard as he stares at the ceiling.

The y/l/n’s Estate

Y/n

You sat in the main living room floor, beside your grandfather’s legs as he sits on the sofa behind you. The pair of you working on a puzzle that was scattered on the table. This was an activity the pair of you did often, ever since you were a teenager you’d do puzzles with him. It was nice to do this, it had been a couple days since Jungkook arrived and all you had done was ignore each other.

“i hope you’re making our new house guest feel welcome” Your jaw clenches at the mention of him under your roof, not wanting to be reminded he was now settling into your wing instead of the guest wing.

“sure am” You get out through clenched teeth, not wanting to upset him. He chuckles as he fishes through the pieces trying to find the last corner piece.

“look, you may not like this y/n but this new group are bad news. they’re a great threat to us, it needs to be dealt with and the best way to do so is with this alliance.” Sighing you nod, understanding that he was right. You and Jungkook were the sole heirs to two massive empires, you both have the training and knowledge to deal with this problem. Although you knew this, you certainly wasn’t going to be happy about it.

“sir, Mr Jeon says he has some information he needs to share” A voice makes you look up and it’s Anna, your grandfather’s wing housekeeper. She basically raised you alongside him, been with you for as long as you can remember.

“tell him to meet me in my office please Anna, i’ll wait there” You ask, standing before giving a smile to your grandfather before heading off to your work quarters. It was a floor above your wing, the top floor of the mansion, anything business related got dealt with on that floor. Sitting down at your desk, it was large and deep black, you open your laptop and jump slightly when the door opens harshly.

“it’s polite to knock” You grumble as he swings the door closed and sits nonchalantly in the chair opposite

“it’s also polite to not be a raging bitch maybe you should stop doing that” Glaring at him from across the desk, he simply stares back.

“what’s this important information you’ve found?” Leaning back in your chair he clears his throat lightly before speaking

“my father said he found out a location they could be working from, we need to chase it up” Nodding you begin going through your laptops security camera programme

“address” You state simply and you hear him huff, probably in annoyance at your tone but you couldn’t care less, you had no time to be nice to him neither did you want to.

“here” He mumbles, throwing a piece of paper on the desk, you lean your hand out with even looking up and slide it over to you. Quickly typing the address into your laptop you pull up the information and find six cameras in the area. It only takes you a couple of minutes before you hack into them and pull up the feeds. It was a place holding shipment containers with a few warehouses near by.

“ok got it” Leaning back once again you begin flipping through the different cameras trying to find anything interesting

“got what exactly?” You don’t say anything, just lift you hand telling him to come over before moving you hand back to the laptop. Jungkook huffs again but stands and rounds the desk, leaning down he raises an eyebrow “the security cams for the address?”

“yep” For a moment you think you can see a look cross his face that seems he’s impressed but it disappeared before you could really tell.

“car pulling in, camera four” This has you pulling yourself into further into the desk and double click on said camera. A blacked out van stops just inside the entrance gates, you and Jungkook lean closer to the laptop as you watch in silence. A few moments pass before four guys hope out, all holding familiar looking guns making your eyes widen

“m2 smg’s, only military should be in possession of them” Jungkook’s turns to you at the information, this was a much bigger problem then he originally thought

“how could you tell what guns they were so quickly? the image is so grainy” He sounded genuinely curious, he was quite well educated when it came to guns but even he couldn’t tell that fast. You simply shrug

“found my fathers armoury at twelve, became obsessed with finding out what it all was” At the mention of your father he tenses, so do you. You regret it even coming out of your mouth so you quickly move on “if these guys are getting military grade equipment they must have killer connections”

“yeah, or they’re stealing. both are as bad as each other” He states, leaning away from the table shoving his hands in his suit pockets. You think for a moment, right now there wasn’t much that could be done. Rounding up people and storming down there would just end up in a blood bath, reporting them to police was out of the window- when it came to police that option was always out the window with your families. With a new thought suddenly coming to mind, you move your hands to your laptop and minimise the cameras before moving onto to something else. “what you doing?” Jungkook leans down to get a good look, again he sounds genuinely interested which makes a change for his normal asshole way of speaking

“serial numbers, all of those guns should have serial numbers. if i can track all the shipments the military have been sent of those smg’s, i could see whether they were stolen they have to report that. that should answer our question if they have connections or not”With that, you tapping at your keys while Jungkook watches over your shoulder- did he not know the term personal space? Nonetheless you said nothing, just worked on finding the information you needed. You had to block your IP Address, and make sure you were leaving no trace of you ever entering these programmes. This was going to take some time, so once everything was set and loading you stand making your shoulder brush Jungkook’s arm making him stand with you.

“what can’t do it? not as gifted as you thought?” His head tilts to the side to aide his snarky tone as his hands slide right back into his pockets

“it’s loading, i have to wait. what have no idea how these things work? too stupid?” You match his previous tone, tilting your head to the side aswell. He narrows his eyes at you but you bare it no mind and shoulder check him as you walk past him and out your office. Sure you could’ve walked the other way, but you were too petty for that. You stand in the hallway before turning back to face him “get out” He raises an eyebrow at your demand “like iam gonna trust you in there, you’re a Jeon after all” He lets out a breathy single chuckle before he finally moves his feet and then shoulder checks you at the door, before walking in the direction of the lift

“bitch” You hear him faintly mumble, you run your tongue over your top teeth before you slam the door behind you and let out a smirk when you notice his body jump slightly at the sudden noise.

The y/l/n Estate

Jungkook

He stares at the ceiling, not sure what the time was but he new it was late. or really early. Huffing he tossed and turned, he couldn’t fucking sleep ever since he was jolted awake from the stupid nightmare. The loud bang of the gun, the screaming, the blood- Yeah he definitely wasn’t going back to sleep anytime soon. It was pathetic really, he took many lives and he didn’t have an ounce of shame or regret about any of them. But that first kill- it kept coming back to haunt him. Sighing he flings the covers back, getting on his feet he leaves the room and heads straight to the kitchen. It was eerily quiet and dark, not a single sound was even coming from outside. The perks of living in a mansion in the middle of nowhere, he knew about that too well. He keeps his eyes downwards as he reaches the kitchen, hoping to find some sort of alcohol in there. Strolling in he jumps at the sound of a glass hitting a marble surface. His head jumps up, you’re standing at the marble island- scotch in your grip as you stare at him in the entrance way. It was a kind of scary sight, you standing there in the dark drinking with a gun resting next to the glass. Without any words you turn, grab an empty glass from the cupboard before placing it down and sliding it onto the surface towards him. An invitation to drink he supposed. Walking into the kitchen now he grips the glass as you now slide the bottle of scotch in his direction. He begins to pour himself a healthy amount as you drown the rest of your drink before walking around the island, just sporting a long t-shirt and socks.

“don’t drink all my shit, i will have to kill you in your sleep” With that, you’re gone and he lets out a chuckle with no humour in it. He didn’t doubt you actually would, you’ve been dying to put a bullet in his head for the last year, probably longer then that. Jungkook sipped on his drink as he stared out the window opposite him, the moonlight seeping in making it not total pitch black. He didn’t even know why you didn’t fight against having him here, you couldn’t stand him, you wanted him dead. Yet here you were, letting him sleep under your roof and drink your scotch. It annoyed him, infuriated him that you were showing an ounce of sympathy towards him, he didn’t need you to feel sorry for him. He was already feeling sorry for himself enough for everyone. Sighing, he refilled his glass a little but downed it all straight away. He needed to solve this new crew nonsense as fast as possible, he needed to go home, needed to get away from you.

When the sun rose the next morning the faint sound of music filled his ears. His eyes fluttered open and it took him a second to remember where he was and when he did, he groaned. Stretching, he sat up and focused on the music he could hear slightly. It sounded like jazz, he could hear the occasional trumpet mixed with other instruments. He stands and slips on a plain white shirt before leaving the room, the music gets clearer as he does so. It’s coming from your gym, he furrows his brows as he stands in the hallway. why would you listen to jazz to work out? Moving his feet, he doesn’t know why but he walks to the gym- his curiosity got the better of him. The music gets louder and Jungkook turns the corner and he sees the glass door to your gym, he gets closer and peeks through. His eyes meet you and your Grandfather happily dancing to the music playing through the gym. He thinks it’s the first time he’s seen a genuine smile on your lips as your Grandfathers spins you by your arm making you let out a laugh. A pain struck his heart, so this is what a happy home could look like? He wouldn’t know, his mother left when he was a kid and his dad only wanted him to do work. God he hated this feeling, that empty gnawing pit at his stomach that let him know he was jealous, jealous at the fact you and your Grandfather were so close when the only true meaning of family he knew were his friends. Deciding he had seen enough he spun on his heel and went back to his room, feeling even more sorry for himself. As he was getting his outfit ready the music stopped and it was quiet before he heard steps coming in his direction. He stopped moving and waited before two knocks on the door echoed throughout the room.

“got a new lead Jeon, come to my office” With that, your footsteps retreated back from the door and he heard the faint ding of the lift. Sighing, he got dressed and smoothed down his blazer before doing up the buttons and leaving the room to make his way to your office. It’s silent as he rides the lift to your office and all he can bring himself to feel is annoyed. He hated that he had to be here and he hated having to work with you.

The y/l/n Estate

y/n

You’re tapping on you’re laptop, finally being able to search the military reports you had left loading the previous day. Not only did you have those reports now, you also had the information from beyond the grave. Aka: your father. Of course he withheld important information and kept it all locked up for himself. Sometimes, you felt guilty for being relieved he was dead- then you’d remember who he was and what he did. You don’t feel so bad then. Someone clearing their throat alerts you to their presence and you look up from your screen and see Jungkook standing in the doorway. You left the door open, not wanting him to burst in and have to teach him about basic manners. Lifting your hand you indicate to the chair in front of, telling him to sit and if you weren’t already drained from having him in your space- you would’ve told him to not only sit but to shut the fuck up for good measure. However, you were fed up and tired, so you chose to say nothing.

“what’s the lead?” He breaks the silence, and you look back to your screen momentarily to finish what you were doing before looking back up.

“military reported a shipment of m2 smg’s missing four months ago, i found out that a boat carrying those guns was raided by an unknown group.” Jungkook appears to think about the information, although you don’t care if he has anything to say so you continue “we have a confirmed location that the group likes to frequent” He seems shocked by this, but that expression is wiped away in a second.

“the location we saw them at yesterday?” You shake you head to say no before speaking, you didn’t want to mention that this was your fathers leads so you chose to leave that little bit out

“my grandfather gave me some codes to break into this whole load of information. before you came i started up up the programme and it’s finally done. on the list was a club the head of this group has been confirmed to frequent. we now have a name, face and location.” With that, you open your top desk drawer and pull out a packet you put together of the information you found. You didn’t really want to sit and explain everything to him, so this was the best option “read through that, memorise the leaders face, height, weight, name all of the above. later, we’ll go to the club” He stops flipping through the pages to look up at you as you stand

“we’re going to go? on our own? isn’t that something you should’ve consulted with me on?” Rolling your eyes you close your laptop, the sound echoing in your office

“iam consulting with you now” You pick up your laptop and walk around the desk to leave, he scoffs and stands up to block you from the door

“no, you’ve already decided the plan. we’re meant to work together stop being so fucking bossy and involve me in the decision making!” His voice started to raise, you sigh and sit on the edge of your desk gripping your laptop in front of you

“okay, what time do you want to go to the club ten or eleven?” He glares at you and you shrug “you wanted to be involved, we can go at whichever time you like sweetheart” You stand then, watching as his tongue pokes against his cheek clearly annoyed. God, you hated him but he was hot when he was angry. He steps forward, making your head tilt up slightly to look at him. You could feel his breathe on your face but you weren’t about to back down, he didn’t scare you.

“you’re intolerable” He gets out through gritted teeth and you smile up at him, it wasn’t sincere and you both knew that. Jungkook keeps his eyes on yours and you hold the stare, smile still planted on your lips.

“good, you’re the last person i want to make feel comfortable. i hope you hate every day you’re working with me” His jaw tightens, he leans his head down nose bumping against yours momentarily almost making you falter but you stay put “we leave at ten, be ready” You get out before stepping to the side and leaving your office, you’re about to rush off to your room but turn to stare at him still stood in your office. You’d never leave him in there, not one ounce of trust in your body for him.

“iam leaving, don’t wont to snoop around your office anyway. i have better things to do” He finishes his sentence with his back to you before he turns and begins to walk in your direction. Giving you one final look, he bumps your shoulder and walks away.

Albany, New York

11:24pm

Your heels click on the pavement and a tight red dress clings to your thighs and you walk beside Jungkook in the busy streets on New York. The dress didn’t allow for you to wear your gun on your thigh, it would clearly be seen, you opted for a blade tucked into your bra. You knew Jungkook had a gun tucked in the back on his belt, he always did and in some way that made you feel a little more relaxed. Turning a corner you spot the neon sign you’ve been keeping an eye out for, and stop your movement while placing your hand on Jungkook’s arm to get him to stop walking too.

“we’re here. remember the all information?” He gives you an exasperated look as you keep your eyes on the club and everyone going in and out

“not a rookie” Is all he says making you roll your eyes, he couldn’t just give you a simple yes or no?

“whatever, let’s go through the back entrance. front is too dangerous they could check for weapons” You don’t wait for a reply, just walk towards the alley behind the club and you hear his footsteps following you. The closer you get you notice a worker push open the door, you push yourself against the wall before the alleyway. Jungkook stands directly behind you, you can feel him as he pushes up against you to hide himself. Letting out a breathe you quickly jump into action when the worker goes back through the door. You run up and hold the door open, slipping through it and Jungkook comes right in after you. Silently, you both make your way down an empty hallway towards the music that continues to grow louder. At the end of the hallway was the back of the club, opposite through a small crowd of people was the bar

“ok, let’s head straight for the bar. get a drink and find a good view point” Jungkook simply nods, you knew he hated when you boss him around- so you made sure to always do it. The pair of you give each other a look before turning and entering into the crowd and walking over to the bar. You look around as Jungkook gets the bartenders attention, you were surprised that there wasn’t many people.

“what do you want?” You turn your attention to Jungkook as he waits for your order

“white wine” He nods and turns back to the bar tender, in a couple minutes he hands you your glass and pays for the drinks. Suddenly, the music turns down it doesn’t stop but it was too quiet for a club

“what’s happening?” Jungkook whispers to you and you shrug, maybe it was technical difficulties? You’re about to suggest that when people all around you start kissing, not softly either. Your eyes widen as some people get on floor to make out while some make use of the booths. Both you and Jungkook whip your heads around in shock but then it hits you.

“fucking hell, it’s a sex club!” You get out as you look to Jungkook, his hands in fists as he tries not to look around him. “we look so out of place, come on” You use your free hand to tug him to an empty booth, planting your wine on the table you turn and take his drink from him and putting it next to yours.

“what’s your genius plan now? we’re gonna get fucking caught!” Ignoring him, you’re pushing him down to sit in the booth. His eyes widen as you stand in front of him.

“just shut the fuck up and listen” You pull the hem of your dress up and little before sitting yourself down on his lap. He looks up at you, pupils shaking as you settle yourself onto his lap “keep a look out over my shoulder, try to find our guy. this is the only way we don’t get caught” Taking an inhale you move you lips to his neck, his hand slam onto the seat either side of him. “am only kissing your neck okay? we won’t stick out and you can still see everyone around” You get out your reason, it really was life or death if you were caught out, who knows what could happen? So, you suck up your pride and gently place a kiss beneath his ear. You hear him suck on a breath, most likely surprised but you continue. Placing another kiss in the spot you then move more towards his throat, sucking at a certain spot this time. His hands fly to your waist making you jump but you carry on. You move back up to below his ear, getting a little carried away lick a little strip up his skin ending at his ear. Another sigh escapes his lips and you grip his shoulders as you focus back onto the base of his throat. You can feel him swallow over your lips and you change between gentle kisses and sucking.

“fuck y/n stop” You detach your lips from him but don’t move to lean up

“what did you spot him?” His grip tightens on your waist as he shakes his head no “don’t tell me stop then we’re gonna look suspicious” Most of the club goers were mostly undressed now, if you were just sat here talking you really were about to get caught. You move your head back down but Jungkook moves his head away from your reach making you huff “i know this isn’t ideal but it’s for the mission! do you want us dead? why the fuck-”

“iam fucking hard y/n” He grits out as his head whips back in your direction, his breathing hard as he pushes you tighter against his lap and then you feel it. He is hard. “iam hard okay, that’s why i told you to fucking stop” He whispers under his breath before he leans his head back against the booth. You’re stunned, hands gripping his shoulders tightly. You should’ve probably got off his lap, ended the mission and gone home. But you stayed put, why? It turned you on, it ashamed you to admit it to yourself but god were you so turned on. All you did was suck on his neck and he was hard, were you that touch starved that you’d happily sit here and tease Jungkook- your enemy, rival even? Yes, you were. Slowly, one of your hands moved from his shoulder to his chest. His head flings up from the booth to look up at you on his lap “what are you doing?”

“staying in character” You whisper before sliding your hand from his chest to his stomach. He inhales hard as he watches you, his own hands sliding from your waist to smooth along your exposed thighs. It was like you were in a trance, everything about the man beneath you annoyed every bone in your body. But as he looks up at you, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he grips your thighs? You have no hate, just lust. With your fingers resting above his belt, you lean forward making Jungkook release his bottom lip from his teeth. You edge closer, your bottom lip grazing his top lip

“party’s over!” A loud voice makes the pair of you jump, you stand from his lap breathing heavy as you notice everyone putting their clothing back on in a haste and running out of the club. You hear a distance siren of a cop car making you and Jungkook share a look before he stands and grips your wrist pulling you off towards the back entrance.

The y/l/n Estate

Jungkook

You stand quietly beside him as the pair of you ride the lift to your wing of the mansion. Your red lip stick smudged, most of it over his neck, as you keep your eyes looking in front of you. Jungkook’s head is filled with the feeling of you sucking on his neck, specifically the spot under his ear. He can still feel it making his jaw tighten, the doors of the lift open and you rush out and walk ahead not looking back. He follows shortly after, making his way to his room but he stops at the door and turns his head in your direction. His eyes travel down and stares at your legs as the sound of your heels clicking on the hardwood floor fill his ears. Once you round the corner he finally tears his gaze from your direction and he roughly opens the door and slams it behind him. He leans against, closing his eyes as he sighs. Images of you on his lap, hand moving down his chest flash into his mind and his eyes snap open. Pushing himself of the door, he grips his tie loosening the knot before pulling it off over his head. Undoing the top button of his shirt, he walks into the en-suite and turns the light on. He turns to the mirror, he sees your lipstick smudged on his neck and as he leans forward he spots a more deeper mark below his ear. a hickey. A low chuckle escapes him

“you sure had fun” He mumbles to himself, aimed at you, before turning on the tap and grabbing a wash cloth. Running it under the tap he lifts it to his neck before stopping. His hand hovers over the lipstick marks with the cloth but he just stares at them through the mirror. He dick grows hard underneath his trousers and he scoffs at himself before throwing the cloth into the sink and turning off the tap. Jungkook grips the sides of the marble sink as his head flops and he looks down. Great, the mere sight of your lipstick on him gets him hard and he couldn’t even bring himself to wipe the shit off. Shaking his head he walks off and turns the light off before going back into the bedroom to get changed. Undoing the buttons of his shirt he rips it off his shoulders before throwing it on the floor before undoing his belt and taking off his trousers and chucking the clothing next to his shirt. He slides under the sheets, resting his head against the pillows as he stares at the ceiling. Jungkook couldn’t comprehend the mixed feelings roaming around his body, you’re the heir to his rival family and one of the people he should hate the most but the simple feeling of you sucking on his neck got him the hardest he’s ever been in probably the quickest time too. It was sick really, to feel that way knowing what he’s done- what he did. He shouldn’t feel regret or guilt, he did what he had to for his job. But he did, fuck he really did. As he lay there, under your roof, staring mindlessly at the ceiling he came to terms with it. He didn’t exactly hate you, no he just acted as he should towards the rival families heir. He acted that way because he hated what he did, hated that you could know. You could know exactly what he did but you never tried to get back at him, never tried to get revenge like any other mafia member would after knowing what he did. He’s lived on the edge, waiting for that revenge but you never did anything… So he assumed you didn’t know, but surely you did? It was confusing, no one hid what he did yet you never confronted him. He loathed not knowing. His thoughts halt when he hears feet padding against the floor, right past his door and in the direction of the kitchen. It was you, of course it was this was your wing it was only you and him here. Huffing he rips the covers off himself and before he knows what he’s doing, he’s grabbing a pair of joggers and slipping them on before opening the door and heading in your direction. His expression is fierce as he stalks to the kitchen, the door is open and the lights off but he knows you’re in there, he can hear a drink being poured into a glass. You hear him before you see him, he knows it because your body tenses as he looks at your back. Wordlessly, you slide a glass of scotch from in front of you to your side on the counter before you walk around the counter and grab another glass, pouring another before sipping at it. You still haven’t looked at him, but he keeps his eyes on you as he walks forward and sips from the glass you offered out to him. It takes a couple of minutes before you look up at him, his eyes meet yours and he notices your gaze slip to his neck. Clearing your throat, you turn away and bend to a low cabinet. Jungkook’s jaw locks when the baggy shirt you’re wearing rides up and he notices a lack of shorts underneath the top. You stand, fresh cloth in your hand you run it under the tap quickly before turning back in his direction. Raising your hand over the counter you offer him the cloth but he refused to move, choosing to stand still. Sighing, you move around the counter standing directly in front of him raising the cloth up to his neck you gasp when he catches your wrist in his hand.

“don’t” He mumbles out as he stares down at you, his gaze drifts down to your lips before pulling back up to your eyes. You stay frozen as he silently looks at you, his adams apple bobbling as he swallows nothing. In one swift movement he pulls you into him with the wrist he’s gripping, you stumble forward dropping the cloth. It hits the floor as his other hand lifts your hold the side of your face.

“what the fuck are you doing?” You finally speak, through gritted teeth but he doesn’t move nor does he release his grip on you

“would you have carried on?” He tilts his head, questioning you, he notices your breath catch in your throat “how far would you have gone? if the police didn’t show?” Jungkook adds onto the end, not really expecting you to answer “what did you call it?” He whispers, lowering his head to your ear as his hand on your cheek moves to grip the side of your neck “staying in character?” His breath fans over your ear and he takes not how you shiver slightly “let’s see how good of an actress you really are” With that he pulls back and let’s go of you only to grip the back of your thighs as he lifts you up. Your hands fly to his shoulders to keep balance as he moves you on top of the kitchen top. His lips attaches to your neck, sucking beneath your ear making a gasp leave your lips. Jungkook smiles when he feels your head move to the side, giving him better access to your skin.

“i really fucking hate you” You grumble out making him chuckle against you

“feelings mutual sweetheart” A deep moan escapes him when your fingers attach to the waist of his joggers, pulling him tighter between your legs. His lips go back to attack you neck, sucking little marks wherever he could making you sigh

“you better not be leaving any marks Jeon” He leans away, looking at the trail he’s left from the top of your collarbone to near your ear

“don’t look in any mirrors” You grumble but he doesn’t care, he moves his hands up your thighs and underneath your shirt, playing with the fabric of your underwear

“you really piss me off” He smirks before pulling at the fabric before letting it go to fling back onto your skin making you jolt

“good” Is all he says before sliding his hands into your underwear, his middle finger brushing over your clit making your head lean back as you let out a moan. “got anything else to say?” He offers, running a finger over your entrance before running it back over you clit. “no?” Jungkook asks again but you just whine as he circles his finger over you “didn’t think so” He grumbles before using his middle finger to push into you making you moan and grip onto his shoulders.

He breathes heavily as he pulls out of you, head resting in the crook of your neck as he comes down from his high. Jungkook goes to plant a final kiss on your neck but is stopped when you push yourself of the counter and plant your feet on the floor. He starts redressing himself but as he does so, you take off and rush out of the kitchen. He turns to call for you but he stops himself. Mumbling a fuck under his breath he ties the string on his joggers before leaving the kitchen and stomping back to his room. With the door closed he flops onto the bed, thoughts filled with you. He lost control and that alone feels him with dread. It takes a a good hour of tossing and turning to finally get him to sleep.

He was wide awake as soon as sunlight hit the room in the morning. Groaning, he sat up before his phone ringing made him jump, leaning over he checks the caller id before answering it

“what do you want?” He huffs down the line

“well that isn’t a very nice greeting” Namjoon mumbles down the line, a small smile appearing on Jungkook’s lips. “how’s new york?”

“it’s” He searches for a word “fine” Not exactly an accurate description but he goes with it

“so life across the enemy lines is going good?” Jungkook didn’t necessarily want to be reminded at he was indeed rooming with his enemies, especially after what he did with a certain one of them last night

“it’s bliss namjoon, what do you want me to say?” He hears his friend laughs down the line

“alright snappy. just wanted to know how it was going? found that new group?” Jungkook gets out of the bed, moving over to the window. He peaks from behind the curtain and halts when he spots you “hello? you there?” Namjoon’s voice speaks down the line but Jungkook keeps his eyes trained on you. You’re seemingly doing yoga, in tight shorts and a sports bra

“uh yeah” He clears his throat “we have a confirmed name and some information on him” Jungkook leans closely to the window as you lean forward, your ass in his direction

“great work, shouldn’t be long until you squash this” Jungkook hums in response, not entirely listening as you lay on your stomach. “y/n annoying the shit out of you?” The mention of your name draws his attention back to the conversation as he watches you push against the floor bending your back from your led position

“more than you know” Jungkook grumbles before closing the curtain and moving away from the window. He hears Namjoon chuckle down the phone

“yeah thought so. Look, i’ll pick you up from the airport when you get back. Just let me know when you’re on your way yeah?”

“sure, see you then man” Namjoon mumbles out a goodbye and hang ups. Jungkook throws his phone onto the bed as he gets a suit together to put on.

The y/l/n Estate

Y/n

You were up earlier then normal this morning, thoughts jumbled about having sex with your sole enemy. It kept you up for ages, you should’ve regretted it and never thought of it again. But, stupidly, it was the greatest sex you’d ever had and it was him: Jeon Jungkook. The most annoying, irritating man you ever had the unfortunate opportunity of knowing. For god sake he was the heir to your rival fucking family and all you could think about was the feeling of his hands roaming over you in the darkness of your kitchen. So, with those thoughts still swirling around your mind at the ass cracked of dawn you got out of bed to try and exercise the vivid memory away. It didn’t work. So, you stride back into the mansion- an angry expression painting your face.

“you’re looking more angry then usual this morning” You look over to your Grandfather, walking out of his wing with a smile on his face.

“hm, not angry” He looked to you, not believing a word that came from your lips. Well, he always saw through you he basically raised you how could he not? “just, didn’t sleep well last night” It wasn’t exactly a lie, just wasn’t the whole truth either

“sleep is important darling.” You nod to agree as he indicates for you to follow him as he walks through the mansion “how’s the job going?”

“good. we have a name and some information. but our last mission failed, we didn’t get a confirmed sighting” He nods as the pair of you walk in the main living area, he takes a seat on the cream sofa and you join him

“well, you and Jungkook are the best. you’ll get it done” You smile at his encouragement, for a feared mafia boss he sure was soft. Sighing, you lean down and plant your head on his leg.

“just want to make you proud” Your Grandfather chuckles above you before smoothing his hand over your head.

“you’ve already made me so proud y/n” Your eyes flutter closed, suddenly emotional at the sudden heart to heart. “Mr Jeon” The sudden greeting makes your eyes snap open, you see him stood in the entrance of the living room. His hands tucked into his pockets as he looks over. Sitting up you watch as he walks a little bit closer to the both of you

“sorry to intrude, i just needed a word with y/n” Your Grandfather smiles over at you, you offer a small one back before standing and leaving the main living area. You hear Jungkook’s footsteps behind you and you stop in the foyer of the mansion, turning to his direction.

“what do you need?” He raised an eyebrow at you as he shifts his weight between on his legs

“last night”

“iam on the implant if that’s what you’re worried about” You cut him off, one of the thoughts that kept coming back to your mind was the fact no protection was used. It wasn’t hard to assume that a guy like him would be worrying about the risks

“good to know, that wasn’t what i was about to say. you’d know that if you didn’t interrupt me” You glare at him, staying quiet. Honestly, you didn’t want to talk about last night ever again. “wanna talk about it?”

“no” With that you turn on your heels and begin to walk away, you don’t get very far before you feel his hand grip your upper arm. You huff as he stops your movement and comes to stand in front of you once again.

“you’re testing my patience”

“you’re also testing your luck, get out of my way” You go to move but his grip tightens on your arm

“that smart little mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble” Letting out a dry chuckle you look up at him

“i know something little of yours too, don’t think it’s gonna get you into much trouble though” You glance downwards to his crotch before looking back up, smirk etched onto your face

“didn’t hear you complaining about size last night” It was quiet then, silence engulfing the pair of you as you stare at each other his grip on your arm tightening a little

“let go of me Jeon” You mumble through your teeth

“stop being a bitch and i will” Huffing you push on his chest, catching him by surprise, you tear your arm from him and stumble back.

“i want to forget it ever happened. let’s get rid of this fucking new group and get back to our lives” Jungkook’s breathing grows heavy as he stares at you, his teeth clenched together.

“fine” He grumbles before pushing past you and heads out of the main doors of the mansion leaving you alone in the foyer. You hand no idea where he was going, you didn’t even know if he knew his way around New York but you refused to have an ounce of care about him. Turning, you’re about to go to the lift to retreat to your room but your feet don’t make it far before they stop. Closing your eyes you take a deep breath before turning on your heels and storming over to the doors. You pull them open and stomp out you see nothing in front of you but spot him leant against the wall of the mansion out the corner of your eye, cigarette hanging from his lips. “awh, caring enough to see where iam sweetheart?” Rolling your eyes your turn to face

“just making sure you don’t get yourself killed, don’t wanna start a war over your stupid ass” He chuckles before taking a long drag and blowing out the smoke. There’s a moment of silence as you move to stand next to him, you’re not sure why you do it but for some reason there’s just a strong pull between you and him. It was unexplainable, at this point you didn’t even try and justify your actions. Jungkook lifts the cigarette in your direction, you glance at him before taking and placing it between your lips to have a drag “my Grandfather might kill me if he sees me smoking” You admit, blowing out the smoke before taking another drag

“hm, doubtful. he adores you” Raising an eyebrow at him, you hand the cigarette back to him. “dont pretend he doesn’t” You look down at your feet, smile on your lips

“yeah, guess he does”

“count yourself lucky” He mutters, taking a final drag before flicking the end away onto the ground. Your curiosity peaks at his words

“you saying your father doesn’t adore you?” An empty laugh makes its way out of his throat, you can’t help it, you feel sorry for him

“don’t feel sorry for me” Your eyes snap to him, his own already looking at you. “i can see it, your sympathy is very evident”

“would never feel sorry for you. i relate to your father” It wasn’t true, which is why he smirked at your comment. Clearly you felt sorry for him, the look of pity so evident on your face. This atmosphere was foreign for you too, it was almost peaceful as the two of you stood in silence gazing out into the long driveway of your estate. It was confusing for you, comfortably stood next the person you supposedly hate the most yet the same person you had sex with last night. Sighing, you push off the wall making Jungkook look at you. He startles you as he lift his hand up to you, brushing your hair over your shoulder before tilting his head. Just the way he did last night before he hoisted you onto your kitchen counter.

“lucky you have long hair sweetheart, wouldn’t want your Grandfather to see what the son of his rival did to you” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion before they widen in realisation. A hand flies up to your own neck, remembering what he left there last night.

“asshole” You mumble before storming back into the mansion, hearing him chuckle behind you. moving your hair over your neck as you rush to the lift and press the button to your wing.

For the entire rest of the day you lock yourself up in your office, furiously tapping on your laptop. The last mission was a failure and you were more determined then ever to put an end to this ‘new group’ that seemed to have your Grandfather and Jungkook’s dad so edge they decided to team up. The more you searched into the name you had, the more confused you grew. There were no confirmed sightings of him for over four months, it was like he completely disappeared. His real name nor aliases weren’t on any rent agreements in the United States or Europe. No bank cards in his name has been used anywhere, neither had any new accounts been set up. Everything you looked into had turned up empty, it was infuriating. A set of knocks on the door draws your attention away and before you can say come in, Jungkook bursts through the door. Crossing your arms you watch as he casually closes the door and strolls in before sitting on the seat opposite you

“why knock if you’re just gonna walk in?” He shrugs, nonchalantly before leaning back in the chair.

“found anything interesting?” You sigh, leaning back in your own chair

“this man is fully incognito, no bank cards being used, no houses under his name.” Jungkook takes a moment to think, it was incredibly unusual.

“what’s the most recent activity from him?”

“a card under his name was used at that sex club four months ago. that’s it” He leans forward, a certain look on his face

“check death records” You narrows your eyes, this man couldn’t possibly be dead. The pair of you have been sent on a mission to find him, your Grandfather and is Father would definitely know if he died. “just check” He seemed to have sensed your confusion, sighing you open your laptop and begin to search. First, you look at New York’s records- setting up a program to automatically scan through each areas records, looking for his name. You wait in silence, not expecting a lot but in a few moments your laptop makes a noise and your eyes widen. “what?” Jungkook rushes out before getting on his feet and hovering behind you to look at your screen

“he’s dead, apparently ” You get out, looking up at him at the same time he looks down at you. This was impossible, did he fake his death? was he really dead and did your Grandfather know already that? “i need a drink” You grumble before standing and immediately walking to the kitchen, not even stopping to tell Jungkook to get out of your office. Not that it mattered, he followed you anyway. You rip the top off your now half empty scotch, getting two glasses out of the cupboard before pouring the drink into both glasses. Jungkook is suddenly beside you and you lift the glass to him, he takes it. Tipping the glass to your mouth, you gulp a generous amount before leaning against the side.

“i think we drink too much” Jungkook suggests making you chuckle a little as he sips on his own drink. “what do you think, fake death or we were sent on a dead mission?” You inhale a deep breath before shrugging

“don’t even want to think about it” He nods and you finish of your glass, in the quiet Jungkook surprises you when he lifts his hand up and moves your hair over your shoulder just as he did earlier. Glancing at him, you watch as he eyes the marks on your neck. “you’re getting a good kick out of these hickeys ain’t you” He smiles, tucking some stray hairs behind your ear. It’s strangely intimate. Without any words his hand fingers smooth over the marks, running down your neck. Placing his glass on the side he moves to stand in front you, hands gripping either side of the counter behind you.

“does this kitchen turn you into a raging sex maniac?” He lightly laughs, leaning into you a bit more.

“it’s not the kitchen, it’s the annoying bitch stood in it” You should’ve been offended, but you were far from it as you meet his dark gaze. This was wrong in so many ways, but right now you didn’t have time to think about it. As you stare up at him, you realise his lips never actually met yours during your escapade the previous night. He seems to be have the same train of thought as his eyes dip to your lips

“no ones ever annoyed me more then you” You let out through a sigh as his lowers his head, his lips just grazing over your own

“good, then iam doing my job” He mumbles, then his lips press into yours groaning as he does so. It’s softer then you thought it was going to be, you expected fast and furious but it was gentle and slow. His hands move from the counter to your waist and pulls you flush against him making you whimper. His tongue moves between your lips, meeting with your own as he deepens the kiss. Your hands fly up to his neck, you feel him sigh against you. This was bad, before now your night could be left at a crazy one time thing but now his lips danced with you’re own, something deeper grew. You’ve never felt like this, heart beat going crazy as he towered over you. Feelings of hatred dissolve into something you couldn’t really pin point. He breaks the kiss and moves down to your neck, planting kisses on the marks he made on you. You moan as he sucks over them, probably deepening them as he does so.

“who knew you were into such childish things like hickeys?” You feel his lips smile against before planting a kiss over his work

“want everyone to know what you’re letting your rival do to you behind closed doors” Rolling your eyes you turn back to look up at him, heavy breaths being exchanged between you both.

“we’re playing a dangerous game” You couldn’t help but mumble out your concerns, if any of your families knew what you were up to it was done for. Jungkook seemed to halt at your words, realising something you couldn’t tell but it was enough to make him pull away.

“you’re right” Your left in shock as he walks backwards before retreating out of the kitchen, you don’t think as you follow him. You finally came to terms with the fact you felt something other then hatred for him, he kissed you and now he was running away.

“what just happened?!” You huff out as you trail behind him down your hallway, he turns to face you and you don’t stop until you’re right in front of him

“i agree, it’s too dangerous” He shrugs and you look at him, confused. You had just opened your eyes to the fact you wanted him, needed to feel him against you again and he runs away over a little comment?

“it was a passing comment!” Jungkook says nothing and you grow frustrated, the look on his face was unreadable. “i don’t just kiss anyone Jeon. you can’t just do what you did and run away from me!”

“well iam!” He’s suddenly shouting and it makes you jump “just forget it y/n, iam not doing this!”

“doing what?!” You raise you’re own voice now, too many emotions build up in you and it’s hard to hold them down

“we hate each other” His voice is now low and calm, almost giving you whiplash “that’s how it stays” He turns then and marches straight into his room, slamming the door behind him. You stare at the door, you were enraged but all you could think about was how- you don’t hate him, not anymore. You really wanted to, wanted to turn back to just a couple of days ago when you didn’t feel this way. But you couldn’t, so you simply walk past the door and straight to your room.

The y/l/n Estate

Jungkook

He hadn’t slept for more then a few hours each day for the past week, his last conversation with you swirled around his mind tormenting him. What made it worse was that he kept thinking about the kiss, that fucking kiss. Your lips moulded against his perfectly, almost like you were made for him. The irony. In reality, you weren’t made for him you were made to be his rival and with everything he’s done he couldn’t bring himself to carry on. Your comment last night clearly wasn’t about anything serious but it made his brain jump into gear. How could he possibly carry on with whatever the two of you were doing? He seemed to have forgotten all the bad blood he created not too long ago. The worst part was he wanted to carry on, it was like you had a magnet inside you personally for him. But he couldn’t suppress his suspicion of you’re motives. Sure, you seemed to want him as much as he did you but why? Did you have ulterior means? Bottom line was that he couldn’t trust you, it was still possible you knew everything he’s done and this was all some ruse to catch him off guard. Then his brain would remind him he actually came onto you first and his whole mental debate would start again. Although now he’s already been with you, it would be hard to let you go now he knew how it felt. He slipped out of the bed, heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Silently he cleaned his teeth, brain still filled with the thought of having to work with you, having to see you, talk to you. Finishing up he moves back to his bedroom, jumping in fright when he spots you stood in the room. It was the first time he’s seen you since he ran away, middle of making out

“y/n what the fu-”

“just shut up Jeon” Your tone was ice cold, opposite from the playful one you sported since having that smoke with him last week. “that guy is really dead. gone, buried, six feet under” Clearly you were angry, arms crossed over your chest. He allows himself to glance over your body, you’re wearing your usual large shirt and he found himself wondering if you were wearing shorts this time. He breaks away from that thought

“how are you so sure?” You scoff at this and stomp to his bed, sitting on the edge of it, right leg bounce rapidly

“i saw his fucking autopsy! little picture of the body was attached and all, killed four months ago. wanna know the best part?” He had to admit right now, he was a little scared of you. Your eyes were dark with fury and he worried for anyone who’d step in you way today “he died out at sea, with a shipment of stolen guns. the way he supposedly died? strangulation” The realisation hits him, that was his fathers famous method of killing. He connects the dots quickly, there was a new group rising- four months where his father took care of the problem. Not a threat anymore.

“my father sent me on a dead mission.” He mumbles, rage slowly filling him as thinks about his smug father back at home probably laughing at his son trying to solve an already finished job.

“no, not just your father my grandfather did too. it was his coroner that signed off the autopsy” That shocked him more then his father, your grandfather actually loved you. He couldn’t say the same about his father.

“but you hacked the cams, we saw that group with the smgs?” You shrug at this before flipping back onto his bed, he spotted black fabric. Shorts. Although he was seething, he was revealed you had something on underneath the shirt this time

“it was recorded footage Jeon. Planted in the codes my Grandfather gave me. we’ve been hustled” Sighing he sits next to you on the bed, mainly because he couldn’t stand staring at your bare thighs. At least from beside you his gaze wasn’t naturally towards you.

“but why? what’s the fucking reason for sending us on a pointless job?” You don’t answer, sitting up suddenly. Jungkook stares at you as you abruptly stand, he turns his head upwards trying to ignore your ass that was now eye level with him.

“well, at least you can go home now.” You move to leave but Jungkook’s quicker, he leaps in front of you making you stop

“am not leaving” Giving him a blank stare you try to step around him, but he steps in front of you again.

“get out of my way and go home” You grit out before stepping to the other side but once Jungkook plants himself in front of you. “move” He doesn’t, just looks down at you as you seethe up at him. Jungkook doesn’t know why he’s being stubborn, this was what he wanted right? To leave whatever you two did behind and fly back home as soon as he could? But with that now being an actual option, he didn’t want to. “what the fuck is your problem huh? you don’t have to work with me anymore, don’t have to live with me anymore. can go home knowing you screwed the enemy in her own kitchen, bet that one will get you a couple of pats on the back from your mates!” Hearing enough here bends and quickly lifts you over his shoulders, you gasp and try to wiggle your way out but his grip his tight as he throws you onto the bed. You go to sit up but he pushes you back down, holding your wrists above your head as he hovers over you

“i can assure my mates will never know any details of what we did in that kitchen. that’s only for me to know, i’ll fucking kill anyone who even thinks about you in that way!” He breathes heavily as he stares down at you, the shirt you have on had ridden up your legs making your shorts poke out.

“spoken real possessively for someone who hates me!”

“i don’t hate you!” His grip tightens on your wrist and you stare up at him with wide eyes

“then why did you run?! why did you say you did?!”

“because i killed your fucking father!” Silence. Just the sound of both your breathing filled it. You seemed confused, to say the least.

“i know” You whisper, his stare is intense as he lets go of your wrists hands moving to sit upright on the bed once again. He was surprised, finally he had confirmation that you knew exactly what he did last year. Yet, you did nothing to avenge your father.

“i killed your father and you do nothing? what i did should’ve started another war between our families” He grew quiet, he felt vulnerable but he’s held this in long enough. “why? what are you planning y/n?” Jungkook hated how his voice faltered, the only reason he dreaded the thought of this job was because he assumed as soon as he was here he’d be dead. He killed your father, in cold blood and your family hadn’t even tried to get back at him

“revenge?” You finally get out “i would’ve thanked you if you gave me the chance” Jungkooks pupils shake as he looks down at you, sighing you move to sit up. “my father was an awful, awful man. sure what mafia leader isn’t but, he went above and beyond. he lead prostitution rings, beat anyone who he deemed worthy of it. men, women, children. i hated him, never even spoke to him since the day i turned eighteen, the day he tried to sell me to the ring” He tenses, he would throw his own daughter into a prostitution ring? “my grandfather stopped him, took me and i’ve been with him ever since. we stayed in London because my father would just track us down anyway, the day i found out he was dead? happiest day of my life” Jungkook noticed the small smile on your lips as you speak, you genuinely were glad he was dead. His body felt light, the entire year he waited to see you appear and take him out. Only for you to be happy he killed your father?

“he was my first kill” You seemed shocked at his confession, you’d assume he had killed others being an heir to his fathers business “it’s why my father doesn’t engage with me, probably thinks iam soft. had nightmares for a while afterwards” You place a hand on his back, attempting to comfort him but you remove it too quickly for his liking

“don’t lose anymore sleep over him, not worth it. it’s good he’s gone” Jungkook leans back on his hands as he eyes you

“what the fuck happened to us?” You laugh, a proper genuine laugh and he thinks it’s the first time he’s ever heard it.

“i don’t know but you still piss me off more then anyone” He smirks at this, still eyeing you. “stop looking at me Jeon, giving me the fucking creeps” Barking out a laugh he suddenly grips your leg and hoists you onto his lap. You fumble and grip his shoulders as he looks up at you.

“why don’t you just shut up and use that pretty mouth for something other then shouting profanities at me?”

“profanities? that’s a long word for you Jeon” He grumbles before leaning up to press his lips to yours but you lean away. “don’t” Is all you say before standing off him and he hates the way his body yearns to pull you back “you have sex with me, try to again but run out because you killed my father and thought i might be planning some sort of revenge? you can’t trust me and honestly, i can’t trust you either” His tongue pokes against his cheek, getting annoyed. Sure everything you said was correct, but he couldn’t help himself. It wasn’t going to lie to himself, not anymore, there was a clear attraction. He felt a pull to you like no one else, that much was obvious with how easily you got him hard

“you don’t trust me but you opened your legs for me?” He regretted it as soon as he said it, your face contorted and he felt so fucking stupid for uttering those words “no i-”

“fuck you” You cut him off and storm out the room but he’s quick on his feet to follow you, slipping on the hard floor when he tumbles out the door and rushes to stand in front of you.

“wait”

“no!” He flinches “you need to go back to London and never even think about showing your face in New York again” You side step him but he grips your arms and you start to try and wriggle out of his grip.

“iam not going anywhere y/n!” He gets out while struggling to keep you in his hands “i’ll stay here for forever if i have to!” You stop moving then, looking at him as if he was mad and right now he felt like he was.

“are you crazy?!” Jungkook shrugged, more or less confirming to both you and himself that he probably has gone crazy.

“maybe, but i need you to understand me when i say- i can’t go back like nothings happened” You stumbled back a little bit he kept his hold of your arms. “yeah, maybe i’ve gone mad. but no one makes me feel the way you do. i normally have perfect control of myself but suddenly i don’t have control of shit because of you!” He felt so stupid, you probably more then just hated him right now and he was teetering along the edge of a love confession.

“what the fuck are you on about?!” You get out through gritted teeth and his upper lip twitched in annoyance.

“iam not going anywhere until you get your head out of your ass and realise we have something between us!” Your eyes widen, and mock chuckle escaping your lips

“you’re full of shit Jeon” A low rumble comes out of his throat before his grip on your arm to push your back against the wall beside you.

“i’ve had enough of this y/n” His voice is calm and low “we will find out why we’ve been sent on a dead job and then we will talk like grown ups about what’s going on between us” With that, he drops his grip on your arms and steps back. Giving a final look he turns and begins to retreat to his room, his heart heavy as he does so.

Albany, New York

Y/n

The bartender slid another wine in your direction, you nod your head as a thank you, not really wanting to speak right now. You had left the mansion as soon as you got dressed after the heated conversation with Jungkook. It had been hours since you left, not wanting to be under the same roof as him. Most of the day was spent at the movies, you watched about three movies before the staff began to look at you weird so you retreated off and ate dinner before stalking off to any bar that was open. You were on your third wine, deciding to nurse this one you only take a small sip before placing it back on top the bar. Not only did the whole ordeal with him stick on your mind, you were also thinking about your grandfather and that stupid dead fucking mission he made you attend to. You wanted answers, wanted to storm up to your grandfather demanding answers. But right now, you couldn’t. Jungkook had filled your thoughts, his stupid idea that there was something between you two. No, you were the stupid one because deep down you foolishly agreed. Of course there was, you weren’t blind to your emotions, you happily slept with him as soon as his lips touched your neck. Even before then, during the night of the pointless mission you went to go further after he admitted he was hard. There was something deeply wrong with you, you concluded. You were sat here, sulking over your attraction to your enemy, the very person you hated not that long ago. Sighing, you gulp down the whole glass of wine before shoving some money on the bar and leaving. The cold air of the night bit your skin making you shiver slightly before you walked off. You knew you couldn’t go home, not with Jungkook and your Grandfather there. Both the conversations you needed to have with them could wait, you walked to a nearby hotel glad to have entered and be out of the chilly night. The receptionist smiled when she noticed you coming and you mustered up the best one you could for her

“do you have any rooms? just for tonight” You ask, folding your arms across your chest

“i’ll just double check for you, it might be a bit pricey seems as it’s not pre booked” She warns and you nod, indicating it was okay. You’d pay any price to just be out of the mansion. Your phone vibrates in your pocket, not the first time today, you ignore it knowing who it was. “ok, i have a room available it’s-” You simply hand your card to her, making her stop her sentence. She gives another smile before putting it through the system and handing you it back with a room key “enjoy your stay”

“thank you” Checking the room number you head straight to it, looking around finally you took note that this was quite a fancy place which probably did cost a fortune. But, that was just a plus of being the granddaughter of a mafia boss. Jamming the key in the door it gives a little beep telling you it’s open and you walk in. A nice double bed and pretty view greet you, but you didn’t care about the look of the room. You just wanted to sleep a forget everything so you take of your clothes leaving your underwear and slip under the covers.

It couldn’t have been more then three hours later when a commotion outside your door jolted you awake. Loud voices and a banging against your door made your heart rate pick up, you were still a little drowsy from sleep but you jumped up and yanked the gun from your handbag.

“sir! you can’t go in!” You assumed that voice was a security guard, and you quickly slipped on the complimentary robe keeping your gun tight in your grip. This could be anyone, enemy of your fathers or grandfather and without the protection of your mansion- this could have been their perfect opportunity to pounce. Another bang against your door made you aim your gun directly at the door as your etched closer. “hey! i said you can’t-”

“i don’t give a fuck!” Your head tilted, was that Jungkook? “open this fucking door you imbecile i know her!” Yeah, it was definitely him alright. Sighing you drop the gun onto the bed and stomp over to the door.

“i told you i can’t do that, i’ll call the police!” You gave mental props to the security, Jungkook was a scary guy but he wasn’t letting up

“call them then! but iam not leaving until-” Swinging the door open you’re met with a furious Jungkook who stops arguing when you open the door.

“iam sure the other people staying don’t appreciate the yelling” That only seemed to piss Jungkook off even more as he storms pass you and into the room. The security makes a move to go after him but you raise your hand. “it’s fine thank you for keeping him out but, unfortunately, i know him” You hear him scoff behind you as he paces the room “sorry for the disturbance” The guard looks at Jungkook over your shoulder one more time before looking back and offering a smile before he walks off, you sigh and shut the door. “have you lost your mind?” Your turn and walk over and he stops pacing to look at you

“have you?! you disappear all fucking day without a word and don’t come back! anything could’ve happened, do you remember who you are? who your grandfather is? anyone could be out for your neck and you’re here without protection!” Oh he was seething, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him so angry. He’s visibly shaking, veiny hands waving around with each word he shouts

“well, you couldn’t get in so would say iam relatively safe” That was probably the wrong thing to say, no it definitely was- his jaw locks and he stares at you with an indescribable emotion.

“i’ve been looking for you, all fucking day. at one point me and your grandfather had to discuss the fact that you might be dead!” You say nothing, you couldn’t. “when you are who you are, you don’t disappear without contact y/n!” He flings his hand in the air and you flinch, you weren’t scared of him but the sudden action made you do it. You notice his face soften and be sighs before sitting on the bed, momentarily looking down as your gun slides to his thigh. He chuckles “at least you have some brains on you to bring this”

“i bring it everywhere” You mumble, taking it from him and sliding it back into your purse before turning back to him. There was a moment of silence, you realise your mistake and that he was actually right- which pained you to admit. “iam sorry” You start and he looks up at you “my grandfather properly sent you through hell looking for me”

“you think he sent me? i was searching before he realised you were gone” This took you by surprise, why on earth would he break his neck looking for you if it wasn’t for your grandfather? You must look confused because he sighs and stands up. “i was looking because i was worried you dumbass” His sudden insult made you roll your eyes “i told you this morning that i thought there might be something between us and your first thought was to disappear, iam a bit offended to be honest” You try to suppress a smile that wants to appear, not wanting to find the man in front of you funny when he’s just tracked you down and tried to break into your room.

“stop trying to be funny” You grumble before sitting yourself in the chair in the corner of the room, he sits himself back on the bed “i just needed sometime to myself” You don’t know why you were explaining yourself, normally you wouldn’t but Jungkook did actually seem concerned

“you could’ve told me where you were, or your grandfather. with the lives we have, that’s important” You agree with him, you really do. But you’re human after all and just needed some time away.

“a lot was happening, all i did was go to the movies and then the bar” His head snapped in your direction make your jump a little

“you went to a bar?” You nod, confused “bring a man back here?” There was a beat of silence before you laugh while he glares at you

“you’re ridiculous”

“so you didn’t?”

“no!” He looked relieved and you couldn’t even fathom how you got into this situation with him. “would it matter if i did?” Jungkook’s stare was icy cold as he looked over at you.

“he would’ve been dead by sunrise” He seemed sincere and you didn’t know whether to swoon or be angry

“what’s gotten into you?” Your voice was calm, filled with pure confusion

“you. you have y/n. i realised something while i bent over backwards looking for you, i was scared.” This shocked you, him being so open with his emotions. You’d never seen him like this “look i don’t know what’s happening here, i dont understand myself but there’s something here. i feel something so deep for you and it’s so consuming” His voice is hoarse and your heart thumps against your chest. You understand him, you really do because ever since you slept with him you knew. Knew that even though you thought you still hated him, you don’t. It was different, it was weird and scary. But, nonetheless, it was there- whether it a sick attraction or some sort of love you didn’t know. But it would be stupid to deny it, when you so obviously felt it. You took a deep breath before standing, his eyes followed you. Without another word you untied your robe making Jungkook’s eyes widen slightly. You didn’t take it off, just let it swing open to reveal just your underwear underneath

“fine, there’s something” His teeth enclosed on his lower lip as you step closer, standing between his spread legs “iam done talking, we can finish the conversation in the morning” His hands come up, sliding underneath the fabric of the robe to grip onto your waist 

“that’s fine by me” Jungkook mumbles before his hands smooth over the curve of your ass before pulling you into him. You straddle him, knees digging into the bed either side of him, hands gripping his shoulders. He tilts his head up as you look down “don’t ever fucking disappear again” Is all he says before finally planting his lips against yours.

The sun was bleeding through the curtains as your eyes fluttered open, you didn’t immediately recognise your surroundings but remembered it was the hotel. What you also remembered was what you got up to last night with a certain mafia heir, the tattooed arm draped tightly over your stomach was reminder enough. Jungkook held you firmly against him as his head rested in the crook of your neck. A shiver slipped down your spine as you felt his breath hit your skin. It was still weird territory, the person who usually pisses you off the most, lay cuddled into your back. Surprisingly, you slept extremely well you’d never really shared a bed opting to not bring anyone to the estate. It was dangerous to do that so anyone you saw it stayed outside the mansion and you never stayed overnight. So, you welcomed the feeling of having something keeping you warm. You shift a little, trying to get comfortable enough to fall back asleep. You hear a groan from behind you, worried you woke Jungkook up you stop moving but he doesn’t saying anything so you shift ever so slightly trying to get cozy.

“hm please stop” You freeze when he grumbles out, morning voice deep and croaky.

“sorry i didn’t mean to wake you up” He hums, pulling you tightly against him before he smirks his hand over the top of your thigh

“well you wiggling your ass against me is not gonna keep me asleep” Your lips purse before their slipping upwards into a smile and you stare shifting again but with more of a purpose this time. He grips a handful of you upper thigh making you stop, smile now fully on your lips “you really enjoy pissing me off don’t you?”

“it’s my favourite hobby” He grumbles under his breath before sliding his hands back up to your waist

“and you’re so good at it” You chuckle at this before making a move to sit up but you don’t get very far, Jungkook holds you back down making you huff as your back hits the bed. “this is the nicest you’ve been to be ever, not really ready to put a stop to it yet”

“well, iam not a particularly nice person so get your ass up” Sighing he lets you sit up and he rolls onto his back

“and the dream ends” Rolling your eyes you push the covers off and stand up before you look around for the robe as you stand in your underwear. You whip your head around and spot Jungkook’s eyes staring right at you, raking his eyes up and down your body.

“pig” You mumble as you spot the robe thrown over the chair and you go over to grab it

“didn’t hear you complaining last night” Scoffing, you tie the robe around you before gathering your clothes and throwing them onto the bed. You pick up your top, pause and turn before launching it directly at the man in the beds head. His hands raise instinctively before ripping it off his face and throwing you a glare. “was that necessary?”

“yes, checkouts in half an hour get up”

“bitch” He mumbles and you stare at him, he gives a sarcastic smile before getting out of the bed and stretching.

“carry on calling me names Jeon, remember how easy it is for me to flip you over my shoulder” You know he remembers that day in your gym by the way he gives you a pointed look.

“caught me by surprise” He says under his breath as he begins gathering his own clothes and you chuckle to yourself

“sure, whatever helps you sleep at night” You bend to pick up your jeans from the bed as he circles his arm around your legs. He picks them up making you fall face first onto the bed making you gasp. Then, he flips you onto your back and you meet his smirk as he looks down at you.

“see, easy when you get caught off guard” You tilt your head, moving your hands to hold onto his neck. He seems to falter when you lift your legs to circle around his waist, pulling him tightly against you. Jungkook lowers his head to yours, you fan your lips over his and smile as his eyes flutter closed. Quickly, you twist his body and use your legs to drag in onto the bed next to you. You end up on top of him as his eyes fly open to look up at you.

“yeah you’re right” He huffs as you get up and untie your robe, starting to get dressed.

“show off” You laugh out loud as you slip on your jeans, zipping them up and popping the button closed. The pair of you dress quietly and he waits by the door while you check everything’s in your bag. When you’re happy, he opens the door and lets you walk first and you have to stifle a laugh when you get the the lobby and Jungkook has a stare off with the guard from last night.

“have a good stay?” A new receptionist asks as you hand the key back

“yes thank you” You smile and as you walk past the guard, you slip a couple notes from your bag and offer them to him. Jungkook side eyes you as the guard confusingly takes the money from your hand “a tip, well more of an apology for having to deal with him” The guy lets out a chuckle and Jungkook wraps an arm around your waist as he escorts you out of the hotel

“really?” He mumbles as he holds you close while the pair of you walk away and you simply laugh as a response.

The y/l/n Estate

Jungkook

He lets out a little smile when your grandfather runs up to you as the pair of you enter the foyer. When you had run off yesterday Jungkook was worried after only an hour, he ran around the Estate looking and when that search turned up empty he told your grandfather. Initially, he wasn’t as worried as Jungkook but after a couple hours he was shaken up. So, when Jungkook did find out where you were he told your grandfather and went storming to the hotel

“y/n darling!” He wraps his arms around you and Jungkook steps away momentarily to let him have his moment “where were you?! we were worried sick, you had Jungkook destroying the place!” His eyes widen when you look over at him, embarrassment creeping over his face as you grandfather rambled on. “we’re gonna have to redecorate that spare room because-”

“okay!” Jungkook gets out “iam just gonna freshen up” He lets out before rushing over to the lift and climbing in before he could hear your grandfather expose him further. He’ll admit, he did lose it around the fourth hour you were gone. By then, every scenario had run through his mind- kidnap, death and so on. As the lift made it to your wing, he made his way to his room and opened the door. It was truly wrecked and he grimaced as he looked around. A giant mirror was smashed to pieces, the drawers broken all over the floor. Not to mention the mattress was mostly off the bed from his foot booting it, sighing he tip toed around the mess to get further into the room to grab some fresh clothes.

“what the fuck happened in here?” He jumps, losing his foot and some glass crunches under his boot.

“jesus y/n!” You chuckle as you look around the torn up room and he turns his head away from you and pick up his chosen clothes

“my grandfather said you went on a rampage. miss me that much?” His upper lip twitched as he moved into the bathroom with his clothes, ignoring you. He hears some glass crunch behind him making his whip around as he catches you walking over to the en suite.

“be careful” Jungkook moves to the doorway and offers his hand, you take it as he keeps his eyes on your feet making sure nothing pierces through your trainers. He didn’t know when he started caring so much, but it was hard to stop at this point. Dropping your hand he turns and flips on the shower as you lean against the sink.

“i didn’t know you’d be worried, iam sorry” He was taken back by this, you were always strong willed and he wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t love it- because honestly he absolutely did.

“wasn’t even stressed dont worry about it” Of course he was being sarcastic and it made you laugh, he hated that he instantly smiled at the sound- this was not the usual dynamic but he knew that was long gone. Your head turns back into the destroyed room before turning back to him.

“yeah clearly not” You kicked some glass that was close to the door and it clatters “come to my office after your done, it’s time we find out why were hustled into this pointless job”

“you didn’t ask down there?” Jungkook had no time to even think about asking your grandfather about the dead job yesterday, well he was too busy wrecking the place and tracking you down to care.

“no, we should have this conversation together” And that’s just what they do, about hour later he, you and your grandfather sit in your office. Your grandfather seemed a little confused about why he was asked up here, seems he never really visited your office space.

“we know” Is all she says and Jungkook chooses to stay quiet, he knew he’d have to have this exact conversation with his father and he wasn’t particularly looking forward to it.

“know what darling?” He smiled at the cute nickname, loving how much this man adored you. Jungkook was starting to understand why he did so much.

“the job we’re doing, we know it isn’t real” Her grandfathers face falls and he shifts in his seat as she just looks at him and waits for an answer

“iam sorry sweetheart” He looked down, seemingly ashamed with himself. Jungkook could only wish to have someone who cared that much about his feelings, when he confronted his father he’d probably get a shoulder shrug and sent on his way.

“why?” You didn’t sound angry, just confused.

“me and Jungkook’s father made a deal” Jungkook’s eyes widen as does yours, the two biggest rivals in the mafia empire made a deal?

“you’ve been in contact with the Jeon family?” Jungkook rolls his eyes at your mention of his family, he didn’t think you meant much by it but you sounded a little disgusted.

“yes, iam sick and tired of this bloody rivalry. it was stupidly started by your father and i wanted to end it” Your eyebrow raise in shock as does Jungkook’s, this was a decade long war and your grandfather wanted to end it?

“where does our pointless job come into this?” You asks and your grandfather side eyes Jungkook next to him before looking back to you

“well, we decided that a good way for our families to bury the hatchet was to- join us together.” You blinked rapidly and Jungkook swore steam might’ve came out of your ears “we wanted you two to marry” Your eyes bulge and Jungkook has to stifle a laugh, deeming it not appropriate for this moment. You might have ripped his head clean of his shoulders if he did. “we knew you disliked each other, so we came up with the idea to have you work together. maybe that way you could get closer.” The thought of his father agreeing to this shocked Jungkook, he’d assumed he would just try and force the two of you together. He had no patience for things like this.

“with respect, that is the stupidest thing i’ve ever heard” Her grandfather shrugged at her with a pout

“worked didn’t it?” Jungkook actually did laugh at this, your grandfather was just so funny he couldn’t help it. No one would believe this man was feared by thousands. You whipped your head in his direction, throwing your hands up in exasperation

“oh you find this funny?” Jungkook shrugs, similarly to how your Grandfather did as his laughter dies down. You lean back in your chair, sighing and he could tell you were trying not to smile. “i can’t believe you put a whole scheme together” She says to her grandfather, luckily the plan did actually work otherwise this whole conversation might have involved a lot more shouting

“i know, i truly am sorry. we won’t force a marriage. but with how he reacted to you being gone for a couple hours, i’d say a marriage for you is inevitable” Jungkook frowns in your grandfathers direction, not enjoying being exposed by him.

“honestly i think burying the rival is a good idea, but not with marriage”

“why?” Jungkook surprised himself with his own question, you and your grandfather look over at him in sync making him grow embarrassed

“what you want to get married?” He looks up in thought, the silence making you shake your head “Jeon!” You shout making him jump and your Grandfather laughs at the pair of you “why are you even thinking about it?!”

“you asked me a question! of course iam going to think about the answer!” Your grandfather laughs harder and a smile creeps it’s way to his lips as you glare at them both

“this is ridiculous i hate both of you” He laughs with your Grandfather “grampy can you leave so i can talk to this idiot in private” Still laughing your grandfather stands and exits the room, his laughter can still be heard as he descends the hallway until it faded away. “we are not getting married”

“i know y/n” He pauses “not right now” You close your eyes and exhale

“you sleep with me twice and you’re starting to plan a proposal?” He sends a look you’re way and it makes you chuckle “we just started playing around with the fact that there’s something between us, what if it’s just a simple attraction? this isn’t a relationship Jeon, you’ll be going back to London soon what happens then?” He tenses at this, he’s already come to terms with the fact this isn’t just attraction for him. No way he would’ve tore that bedroom apart and hunted you down if he just wanted to sleep with you. Sure, he knew your weren’t gonna get engaged any time soon but he hated the thought of being far away. He didn’t wanna go anywhere while you two were exploring what you had.

“y/n, this isn’t just sex for me. look at the mess i made of that room for evidence of that. whatever this is, is more then that. i think we both know that” You silently nod, confirming his thoughts “yes i will return to London, after you promise me that you understand right now we belong together” You seem surprised at this, this was his actual first declaration that he wanted to be with you seriously. But he was done playing around, the idea of him going home without knowing for sure you felt the same didn’t sit right with him “y/n?” He questions and grows annoyed when you roll your eyes at him

“fine, i agree”

“could seem a little happier about it?” You stare at him and he stares right back. Some things just don’t change and he thinks your bickering with each other would never end.

“am thrilled” Your monotone makes him scoff and he stands before rounding the desk and and holding your arm, pulling you to stand

“your enthusiasm is blinding” He remarks before lowering his head to plant a kiss onto your lips, he pulls back before planting another one “take me to the airport tomorrow?”

“not if you plan on slamming the doors on my beauty again” Rolling his eyes he plants a hand on your lower back, walking out the room with you

“you treat that car better then me”

“my baby doesn’t annoy the fuck out of me” Jungkook grumbles as he moves his hand to sling his arm over your shoulder as you walk to the lift.

Epilogue

London, England.

Jungkook

“iam sorry son” Jungkook has to fight the surprise on his face, his father sat on his desk chair across from his with a genuine look on his face. He’d expected to leave this conversation severely pissed off, but this was an unexpected twist. “you’re too good to be sent on a dead mission and for that i really do apologise” Jungkook bit onto his lower lip, a raw feeling of emotion erupting. “iam an old guy and i don’t often express much of anything. but iam proud of you” He had to pinch himself at his fathers words, not wanting tears to spill.

“i, appreciate that” His father nods, small smile on his face. It was clear he felt regret, in this type of work emotions are just seen as weakness but his father should’ve been more expressive with his own son.

“i heard the plan seem to work?” Jungkook chuckled, he was missing you right now so he guessed it did work. “i always liked her, she terrifies my men with that little laptop of hers”

“oh yeah, she figured the whole thing out in record time. she’s what quite nifty with that laptop” His father nods, smile on his face

“i knew you liked her, before you even knew it” Jungkook makes a face “you may not have known but it was quiet obvious, after you killed her father you were so guilt striken. you assumed it was because he was your first but, i always thought it was because he was her father.”

“probably. i put it down to worrying about her revenge but i guess, i just admired her and didn’t know it. felt guilt for taken her father away” His dad nodded before leaning back in his chair

“and i assume you found out the truth about him?” Jungkook’s jaw tenses, remembering what you admitted about him but nods “he was a terrible man. his father though, he sure is something” A chuckle leaves his father mouth and Jungkook’s head tilts in curiosity “we’ve been talking back and forth for a while now, god is he amusing”

“found a new friend father?”

“you could say that” Jungkook laughs, not believing that the rivalry finally came to an end and it was all over. This whole conversation was surprising him more and more by the second. “we’re gonna announce the rivalry over officially next week, then” He pauses “we’re moving operations to New York” Jungkook was floored, his shock must have been evident because his father laughed “not only is the rivalry over, but we’re joining forces. easier to do that in the same country”

“that’s, great” His father smiled making Jungkook slightly nervous.

“you’ll be happy to know y/n’s Grandfather said you can stay at his estate full time. i heard about your little meltdown when she ran away” Jungkook’s cheeks heat while his father simply continued to smile

“i doubt y/n will put up with me living there” He mumbles, but deep down he was happy to be going back there knowing he could stay.

“with the way you destroy one of her rooms? probably not” Jungkook groans before standing

“ok conversations over” He grumbles before leaving the office, his fathers laughter loud behind him. After that, he felt a lot lighter. It was like a new chapter in his life, his rival was no longer that and was now his girlfriend. Additionally his father finally opened up, apologised and said he was proud of him. He walks off to his wing and pulls his phone out, calling you. It rings for a while before you finally answer

“yes?”

“what a warm greeting” Jungkook grumbles and you laugh on the other end of the line

“what’s up Jeon?”

“is that how you address your future husband?”

“i don’t know haven’t met him yet” Jungkook rolls his eyes as he enters his room and sits on the bed

“bitch”

“Jeon”

“sorry” He mumbles and you chuckle into his ear and reluctantly he smiles “my father is moving us to New York, he says for business but i think he wants to be closer to his bestie- your grandfather”

“oh i heard, he won’t shut up and your father coming out. says their gonna go for a drink” Jungkook laughs, not being able to imagine his father letting loose at a bar.

“i don’t know how we ended here, but iam not going to complain”

“ew stop being sentimental”

“ok fine i hate your fucking guts” You bark a laugh down the phone

“feelings mutual, you’re not living here by the way. not risking another room in your hands when i leave the house for an hour” He’s had enough reminders of that day for a lifetime

“oh iam sorry for assuming you were dead because your stupid ass couldn’t answer your phone and iam moving in, you can’t stop me”

“i know, iam too irresistible you can’t stay away” He scoffs, moving the phone from one ear to the other

“whatever you say sweetheart, make some room for my stuff in your room”

“who says you’re staying in my room Jeon?” He wants to reach through the phone and throttle you, your sarcasm never ends and although he admires you strong will. He also wants to zip your mouth shut

“i did, now shut up iam flying out today”

“just can’t stay away can you? i’ll make sure to bring my gun in case you want to point yours at me again at the airport” He stands from his bed and opens his cupboard before pulling his cloths out and onto his bed

“keep talking and i will pull it on you again” He knows you’re rolling your eyes, can basically feel it as he gathers all of his things to pack away

“it’s easy to disarm you, am not worried”

“you’re intolerable” He grumbles and he hears some shuffling through the phone, guessing your led down

“good, my job is done” Jungkook smiles without realising it. He knows that you’ve got him wrapped around your finger, he can’t even spend more then day away from you. He’s already packing to run right back to you. It’s funny because beforehand he’d have done anything to stay from you, his enemy, his rival- but now he’s itching to get back. It was a surprising turn of events, but he wasn’t going to overthink it- he’s just going to get back to you as fast as his jet can take him.

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