Linger - Masterlist

linger - masterlist

What else do i have to do to keep you from lingering in my mind?

pairings : classmate! bestfriend! jk x classmate! reader

genre:fluff

it's a kind of fwb typa stuff so yeah

content: it's a suprise (i haven't proof read yet)

summary : for 9 years of being in the same class with him since 3rd grade you have developed a small admiration towards him, till it had grown stronger the more you stay with him. will you be able to keep this secret from your bestfriend forever? does he know you like him? or do you both share the same feelings?

(please play casual by chappell roan for this fic)

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Wildest dreams - J.JK - MDNI - FF - OS

Pairings : sisters bf! Jk x reader

Content : cheating, slight age difference (reader is 19 and koo is 21), fingering, cum eating,

“No one has to know what we do

His hands are in my hair,

His clothes are in my room”

“Hmpf, who’s this” i answered the phone half awake, my voice still raspy “this is jieun, who is this?” The girl on the line replied, my eyes widened, reaching for jeongguk on the bed, tapping him “gguk! Babe! Jeonggukk!” I whispered yell trying to wake him up. His eyes flutter open whispering back “what’s happening?” “Jieun” i replied pointing to the phone “oh..” his eyes widened as well taking the phone from my hand “hello hello? Babe sorry that was my little sister jeong-ah” he chuckles nervously, running his hands through my face, cupping my cheeks “ohh okay okayy, well then im almost there at your house yeah?” The girl on the other line responds making me jump out of panic “ohh okay okay baby just a minute?” Jeongguk panics aswell. He hungs up the phone quickly leaning onto me giving me a peck on the lips “hide baby hide” he says quickly trying to fix himself as i nodded. I went inside the closet covering my mouth trying not to make any noises.

I then heard the door open “jeongguk-ahh i miss you lovee” jieun squeels jumping on the bed onto him but she feels a damp wet spot on his bed “why is this wet?” She asks him in curiousity.

Shit i forgot i squirted on his bed

I bit my lip as i shut my eyes praying she won’t think anything.

“What the fuck ggukk” my oldee sister cussed, pulling out a purple laced panty “how long has this been huh??” She snapped. Jeongguk stayed silent looking down, fiddling with his piercing “im sorry” jungkook whispered, loud enough for her to hear it “fuck you gguk..we’re over” she then gets out of the bed and storms out of the apartment, tears running down through her face, feeling betrayed.

“Y/n you can come out now” jeongguk weakly announced.

The silence stayed for awhile as i opened the closet, getting out of it.

I went towards jungkook to hug him, still in my bra “aww baby…im sorry” i said ruffling his hair gently as he burries his head on my chest, his arms around my waist, palming my bare ass. “Atleast we can now be together?” He mumurs. I let put a soft chuckle “I’ve been telling you to break it off first with her before fucking me but too late. Was i really that good in bed that you couldn’t wait anymore?” I coo still ruffling his hair. “Very babe. Could fuck you all day long” he replies his hands making its way to my clit, rubbing it making me release an arousal and a slight whimper “fuck y/n..i need you. I don’t care about anything else i need you” he pulls away and pushes me on to the bed, hovering on top of me, still circling my clit. “Kiss me gguk. Kiss me” i let out breathy and whiny.

He then kisses me passionately, using his skilled tounge against me. I could feel his mouth smiling while kissing me. “Jeongguk. I need you. Need you everywhere” i whined in between the kiss.

He then inserts 2 digits inside me, making my body arch, release a gasp. His fingers inside me then crooks making me release moans in between the kisses “hmpf gguk.. fuck so good” i said breathly. He then inserts another digit onto me “feel good? Huh? Tell me. Im the only one who can make you feel this good huh?” He pulls away locking eye contact as he pumps his fingers into me “y-yes gguk!! Only you!” I moaned loudly replying to him as my fingers dig into his back “im close..” i said, my walls clenching around his fingers, he knew i was close. He then started pumping into me even faster and harder making me finally release. Coating his fingers with my white liquid, he pulls out making a ‘plop’ sound, as if pant and gasp for air.

I then lock eyes with him “i love you y/n” he says, taking his fingers to his mouth to suck it, suck my juice off his hands. “So delicious baby” he gives me a grin, giving me pecks all over my face “say it backk” he whines “i love you too” i reply giving him a big genuine smils

Still with you - JK - MDNI - MASTERLIST

pairings : ex!jk x ex!reader, yoongi x reader

genre : fluff, angst

context : after breaking up with your boyfriend for 14 years for cheating on you, choosing to still stay with him in his apartment wasn't quite the best idea. especially after seperating.

warnings/contents : smut, mentions of ppregnancy, cheating, rape, unprotected sex, alcoholism, degrading, and this jungkook should be a warning.

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If i were you i'd do me - JK - MDNI - 1

pairingsfuckboy! jk x fem! reader, established relationship, mentions of smart! namjoon x oc, slow burn

contents/warnings rich! oc, fuckboy! jk, rich! jk, slight love triangle

taglist> comment if yall wanna be added

contextJungkook, the notorious campus heartbreaker and player, unexpectedly becomes your groupmate alongside Namjoon, the guy you’ve secretly admired for ages. However, it seems your feelings have started shifting from Namjoon to someone else entirely unexpected…

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The lecture hall buzzed with low murmurs and the shuffling of papers as students settled into their seats. I sat quietly, tapping my pen against the edge of my notebook, my thoughts drifting in and out as I half-listened to the professor’s voice at the front of the room. My mind kept wandering, anticipating who I would be grouped with for this project. Please, please let it be Namjoon.

Namjoon had been my quiet crush since the first day of university. He was everything you’d want in a guy: smart, kind, and effortlessly hot. The kind of guy who always knew the answer to the professor’s most complicated questions, who smiled in that soft, unassuming way that made you feel like you were the only person in the room. It didn’t help that he had these deep dimples that appeared whenever he smiled, making my heart race just a little faster each time I saw them.

But as the professor continued to rattle off group assignments, I was growing more nervous. He hadn’t mentioned my name yet, and that gnawing anxiety at the pit of my stomach told me I wasn’t going to get lucky.

“And next,” Professor Lee announced, glancing at the list on his clipboard. “Y/N, you’ll be partnered with Jeon Jungkook.”

The room seemed to freeze for a moment. My eyes widened in disbelief, and a heavy weight dropped in my chest. No. No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening.

I glanced to my left where Jungkook sat, his usual cocky grin plastered across his annoyingly handsome face. He caught my eye and, as if on cue, that grin widened into a playful smirk. My fingers tightened around the pen in my hand, nearly snapping it in two. Of all the people on this campus, I had to be grouped with him.

Jungkook was notorious around the university for being a player. His reputation for breaking hearts and leaving a trail of jilted girls behind him was almost as well-known as his stupidly good looks. Muscular build, sharp jawline, tattooed arm—it was no wonder girls threw themselves at him. But I wasn’t interested. In fact, I despised him. He was always teasing me, always pushing my buttons in the worst ways possible. We couldn’t be more different.

And yet, fate—or Professor Lee—had thrown us together for this project.

I could already feel the irritation bubbling up in me as I forced myself to break eye contact with Jungkook, turning my attention back to the professor, hoping against hope for something—anything—that would make this less of a nightmare.

“And Namjoon,” Professor Lee continued, reading the next name on his list. “You’ll be in the same group as well.”

For a moment, I blinked, my brain taking a second to catch up. Wait—what?

I couldn’t help the tiny smile that tugged at my lips. Namjoon. Namjoon was in my group. Maybe this wasn’t going to be such a disaster after all.

I glanced over at Namjoon, who was sitting a couple of rows ahead of me. He turned in his seat, meeting my eyes, and gave me that warm, dimpled smile that never failed to make my heart skip a beat. I smiled back, feeling a tiny spark of hope. Maybe Jungkook’s presence wouldn’t be so unbearable if Namjoon was around.

Still, the fact that I had to work with Jungkook was an annoyance I couldn’t shake. As the class continued and Professor Lee finished the assignments, I couldn’t help but shoot a glare in Jungkook’s direction. He, of course, was still smirking at me, clearly enjoying the fact that this was bothering me.

Once the professor dismissed the class, I packed up my things slowly, waiting for Namjoon to come over. I didn’t want to seem too eager, but my heart was already beating faster at the thought of spending time with him.

“Hey, Y/N,” Namjoon said as he approached, his voice soft and warm. “I’m really sorry, but I’m not free to meet today. I’ve got some meetings and a lot on my plate.”

My smile faltered, but I quickly masked it with a nod. “That’s okay! We can always work on it later this week.”

“Yeah, definitely,” Namjoon said, flashing me that kind smile again before turning to leave. I watched him go, feeling a slight pang of disappointment. I’d been looking forward to spending more time with him, but at least we’d have other days.

As Namjoon left the room, I turned back to gather my things, fully expecting to leave right after. But then I noticed that the room had grown strangely quiet. Too quiet. Everyone else had left, except for one person.

Jungkook.

I looked up, and there he was, still sitting at his desk, his eyes locked on me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. For a moment, we just stared at each other in silence. I tried to ignore the flutter of nervous energy building in my stomach.

Without warning, Jungkook stood up and began walking toward me with slow, deliberate steps. My pulse quickened. There was something about the way he moved, something almost predatory, that made my breath catch in my throat.

I forced myself to stand my ground, even as he came closer, his presence almost suffocating in its intensity. When he stopped just inches away from me, I found myself pressed back against the wall without even realizing it. My heart was pounding in my chest now, and I could feel a flush rising to my cheeks.

“What do you want, Jungkook?” I asked, trying to sound as indifferent as possible, though my voice came out shakier than I’d like.

Jungkook tilted his head slightly, his gaze never leaving mine. His lips curved into that maddeningly cocky smile I hated so much, the one that made it seem like he knew exactly what I was thinking.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? Not happy about being paired with me?” His voice was low, teasing, but there was an edge to it that I couldn’t quite place.

I glared at him, trying to keep my cool despite the sudden closeness of his body to mine. “You know exactly why I’m not happy.”

He chuckled, and the sound sent an unexpected shiver down my spine. “Why do you always assume the worst of me?”

“Maybe because you act like a player, Jungkook.”

The smile on his face faltered just slightly, but only for a brief second before it was back again, even more infuriating than before. “If you think I’m going to fuck you like I do with the others, you’re wrong.” He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, “Though, I have to admit… you’re already thinking about me, aren’t you?”

My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment, I couldn’t speak. The audacity of him. I hated how he was getting under my skin, how my body was reacting even though my mind was screaming at me to push him away.

“You’ve been fucking me with your eyes all day, Jeon,” I shot back, trying to regain some control over the situation, though my voice betrayed me.

He let out a low chuckle, his hand coming up to gently brush a strand of hair behind my ear. The touch was soft, intimate, and it sent a ripple of heat through me. “Hm, bratty. I like that,” he muttered, his voice laced with amusement.

Jungkook’s gaze dropped to my lips for a moment before meeting my eyes again, and his next words sent a shockwave of tension through the room. “One day, Y/N. One day.”

I clenched my jaw, trying to suppress the rush of emotions flooding through me. “You wish,” I muttered, pushing past him, my heart racing as I left the room.

But even as I walked away, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of his gaze lingering on me, and the dangerous promise hanging in the air between us.

I had barely drifted off to sleep when the sharp buzz of my phone jolted me awake. I groaned, blinking at the clock. It was 2 a.m. Who could possibly be texting me at this hour?

Reaching over to grab my phone, I squinted at the screen. Of course.

it's jungkook

The morning sun filtered through the campus as I made my way toward class, still fuming from Jungkook’s obnoxious texts the night before. I hadn't replied after his last message, but it had taken everything in me to resist throwing my phone across the room. I couldn’t afford any more distractions today—I had to focus on this group project.

After class, I sent a message to both Namjoon and Jungkook, asking them to meet me at the library. They both replied with a quick "yes," but I couldn't shake the feeling that this was not gonna go well

The library was a sea of activity, but our corner was a bubble of escalating tension. Namjoon and I had been discussing some preliminary ideas when Jungkook strolled in, his usual confident swagger in full display. He slid into the chair next to me with a grin that made me feel both anxious and irritated.

“Morning, everyone,” Jungkook said, looking around the table. He glanced at Namjoon with a challenge in his eyes before turning his attention to me. “Let’s get this project rolling.”

Namjoon’s expression shifted subtly from polite to guarded. “Morning, Jungkook. We were just about to outline our approach. We thought starting with a structured plan would be best.”

Jungkook smirked. “Structured plan? Sounds like a surefire way to kill any chance of creativity. Why don’t we start by brainstorming some wild ideas and see where that takes us?”

Namjoon’s eyes narrowed. “Brainstorming is great, but if we just dive in without a plan, we’ll end up with a mess. You need structure to keep things on track. Or are you just trying to avoid putting in the actual work?”

Jungkook leaned back, crossing his arms. “Avoiding work? That’s rich coming from you. Your idea of structure is basically setting up a boring checklist. Creativity doesn’t fit into a neat little box.”

Namjoon scoffed. “And your approach is just to throw ideas at the wall and see what sticks? That’s not exactly groundbreaking. It’s like hoping for a miracle instead of actually planning for success.”

I felt my frustration bubbling up as their argument intensified. They were clearly not going to back down, and their petty comments were only making things worse.

Jungkook’s tone was mocking. “Oh, right. Because your idea is so much better. Let’s just stick to the same old formula and hope for a pat on the back. How original.”

Namjoon shot back with equal disdain. “Better than relying on vague, half-baked ideas that have no real direction. At least with structure, we can ensure everything’s covered. But I guess you wouldn’t understand that because you’re too busy chasing after girls."

Their barbed comments continued to fly, and I could see their tempers rising. The petty back-and-forth was not only unproductive but also frustrating. I needed to step in before things got out of hand.

“Enough!” I said, my voice cutting through their argument. “This is a fucking group project, not a battleground for your egos. I’m tired of listening to you two trash each other’s ideas. We need to find a way to work together, not tear each other down.”

Jungkook and Namjoon looked at me, surprised by my outburst. Jungkook’s smirk had faded, replaced by a look of frustration, while Namjoon’s expression softened into a more serious one.

“I get that you both have strong opinions,” I continued, “but this constant fighting isn’t helping us. We need to find a middle ground and actually get something done.”

Namjoon nodded, though his frustration was still evident. “Alright. We can start with a basic outline and then use brainstorming to refine our ideas. But we need to work together and stop comparing our approaches in a negative way.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, but he agreed. “Fine. We’ll try to blend the ideas. But let’s not pretend that sticking to a rigid structure is the only way to succeed.”

With a sigh, I turned my attention to the project, hoping that their petty arguments would finally subside. The atmosphere was tense, but we needed to focus on making progress.

As we began to work, Jungkook and Namjoon continued to exchange glances, but the competitive edge had softened, if only slightly. The project started to come together, despite the earlier conflict. Their combined skills and knowledge were proving valuable, even if the process had been rocky.

The tension between them didn’t disappear completely, but the focus shifted back to the project. I hoped that, with time, we could find a way to collaborate more effectively and leave the petty arguments behind. For now, though, I was just relieved that we were making some progress.

As the afternoon wore on, we finally wrapped up our work on the project. The tension had eased somewhat, and while Jungkook and Namjoon were still exchanging occasional glances, the project was moving in the right direction. I packed up my things, exhausted and ready to collapse on my bed.

As I was about to leave, both Jungkook and Namjoon approached me at the same time. Their expressions were hopeful, clearly looking for a way to end the day on a positive note.

"Hey, Y/N," Jungkook said, flashing a charming smile. "How about we grab dinner together? I know this great new place nearby."

Namjoon chimed in almost simultaneously. "Actually, Y/N, I was thinking we could go out for dinner too. It'd be nice to unwind and talk more about the project."

I sighed, feeling the exhaustion hit me hard. The last thing I wanted was to deal with more socializing, especially given how the day had gone. I just wanted to go home, eat something simple, and crash.

"Thanks, but I'm really not up for it," I said, trying to keep my tone as polite as possible despite my irritation. "I'm tired and just want to head home."

Jungkook's smile faltered slightly. "Come on, Y/N. It'll be fun. We can relax and enjoy ourselves."

Namjoon, noticing Jungkook's persistence, added, "Yeah, it'll be a good break from all the work. Plus, we can discuss the project more informally."

I looked at both of them, feeling a surge of frustration. Their attitudes today had been less than stellar, and I was fed up with their petty arguing. I shook my head, turning on my heel and heading towards the exit.

"I'm really not interested," I said over my shoulder. "You two figure it out yourselves."

As I walked away, I could hear Jungkook and Namjoon start to bicker. Their voices carried through the library, each of them blaming the other for my refusal.

"See what you did?" Jungkook's voice was laced with annoyance. "You pushed her away with your rigid attitude. She was already pissed off before you even said anything."

Namjoon shot back, his tone sharp. "My attitude? You're the one who couldn't stop acting like a fuckboy all day. Maybe if you had been a little more respectful, things wouldn't have ended up this way."

Jungkook's eyes flashed with anger. "Oh, that's rich coming from you. At least I'm not some nerd who can't get out of his own head. You think you're so superior with your so-called 'structure' and 'organization.'"

Namjoon's face reddened. "Better to be a 'nerd' than a shallow idiot who only knows how to fuck his way through life. Maybe if you took things more seriously, you wouldn't be in this mess."

The argument escalated quickly, with Jungkook and Namjoon exchanging heated insults. I could hear them accusing each other of ruining the evening, each blaming the other for my decision to leave. Their pettiness was almost comical, but I had no intention of sticking around to watch their drama unfold.

I finally made it home, the familiar comfort of my apartment offering a welcome reprieve from the chaos of the day. I dropped my bag by the door and headed straight for my room, craving the solace of my bed. To my surprise, I found Hoseok, my best friend, lounging on my bed with a relaxed grin on his face.

“Hoseok? What are you doing here?” I asked, my frustration from the day still bubbling beneath the surface.

Hoseok looked up, his smile widening. “Surprise! I thought I’d drop by and hang out. actually your mom called me to hang out with her. we ended up shopping and getting spa today. but anyways why do u look sad? want me to cheer you up?”

I sank onto the edge of my bed, letting out a heavy sigh. “Cheer me up? I think I need to vent first. You have no idea how frustrating today was.”

Hoseok sat up, giving me his full attention. “Alright, let it out. What happened?”

I started pacing the room, my frustration pouring out in a torrent. “It’s Jungkook. He’s been driving me insane. The guy’s a total fuckboy, and he’s so full of himself. I can’t stand how he just ignores everything and acts like he’s the only one who knows what’s best. And then Namjoon—he’s been acting so stuck up too, but at least he’s not as infuriating as Jungkook. I just wish Jungkook would disappear.”

Hoseok listened intently, nodding sympathetically. “You know what they say? The more you hate, the more you love.”

I stopped mid-sentence, turning to him with a look of confusion. “What? Are you serious right now? I like Namjoon. Jungkook is the last person I’d ever want to be involved with.”

Hoseok raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eye. “Then why is Jungkook the only one you talk about? It sounds to me like he’s really getting under your skin.”

I threw my hands up in exasperation. “Because he’s impossible! He’s always around, always stirring up trouble. I’m just so done with him.”

Hoseok chuckled, leaning back against the pillows. “It’s funny how the people we argue with the most are often the ones who matter to us the most. You and Jungkook seem to have this weird dynamic. Maybe it’s not just hatred.”

I shook my head, still trying to make sense of Hoseok’s words. “I don’t know, Hoseok. I just want things to be simple. I don’t want to be tangled up in all this mess. Namjoon’s straightforward, and I can actually see a future with him.”

Hoseok’s expression softened, and he gave me a reassuring smile. “I get it. It’s easier to focus on the people who seem like they’re a better fit, like Namjoon. But sometimes, those people who challenge us and push our buttons are the ones who end up being more significant than we realize.”

I sat down next to Hoseok, feeling a bit more grounded. “I guess you have a point. It’s just hard to deal with all this drama. I need some space from Jungkook and just want to focus on what makes me happy.”

Hoseok reached over and patted my shoulder. “Well, I’m here for you. If you need to vent or just hang out and not think about any of this, I’m your guy. We can order some takeout, watch a movie, and just talk shit i don't know.”

I smiled, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. “That sounds good. Thanks for being here, Hoseok. I really needed this.”

If i were you i'd do me - JK - MDNI - 5

pairings : fuckboy! jk x fem! reader, established relationship, mentions of smart! namjoon x oc, slow burn, enemies to lovers

contents/warninss : angst, no smut for now, a bunch of suprises

taglist : comment if you wanna be added to my taglists) @crazyovayou@sinfullygay@minghaosimp

word count: 3k words, kinda short

context : Jungkook, the notorious campus heartbreaker and player, unexpectedly becomes your groupmate alongside Namjoon, the guy you’ve secretly admired for ages. However, it seems your feelings have started shifting from Namjoon to someone else entirely unexpected…

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It’s been a week since everything happened. Since that night that turned my world upside down. Since I found out Jungkook—Jeon Jungkook, the person I thought I knew—was the same guy entertaining that girl on the phone with those sickly sweet words. “Kookie baby, I miss you. Can I come over?” Those words have been etched into my mind, replaying over and over like a broken record I can’t turn off.

Seven days I’ve been locked in my room, shutting out the world. I’ve skipped all my classes. I’ve ignored every single text and call that’s come through my phone. It’s like I’ve shut down entirely. My friends? They’ve been worried. I know that much. I can feel it in the incessant knocks on my door, the texts from Hoseok growing increasingly concerned, and the phone calls from Namjoon asking if I’m alright.

I’ve responded to none of them. Because how could I possibly explain what’s going on? How could I possibly explain the whirlwind of emotions that’s tearing me apart inside, dragging me under until I can barely breathe?

I hear a knock on the door, again. I groan, curling up tighter beneath the covers, as if I can disappear entirely if I wish hard enough.

“Y/N,” Hoseok’s voice sounds from the other side. “I’m not leaving until you open up.”

I don’t respond. Maybe if I stay silent, he’ll go away.

“You’ve been in there for a week. You can’t keep doing this,” he continues, more forceful this time. “Today’s the presentation, Y/N. Namjoon’s worried. He’s been asking about you.”

My stomach twists. Right. The presentation. How could I forget? Namjoon’s been depending on me for weeks to get through this group project, and now I’m just blowing it all off. Great. Another thing to feel guilty about.

I pull the covers over my head, blocking out the light and Hoseok’s voice. But he’s not giving up this time.

“Y/N, if you don’t get up now, I’m breaking this door down. I swear I will,” Hoseok threatens, his voice full of frustration. But beneath that, I can hear it—concern. He’s worried.

I sigh, kicking the covers off. There’s no way Hoseok’s going to let this go. And honestly? He’s right. I’ve been hiding, running away from everything because I’m scared. Scared of seeing Jungkook again. Scared of what I’ll feel when I do. Scared of what I might do or say.

With shaky hands, I grab my phone from the nightstand and check the time. I’ve got maybe an hour before class starts.

I’m going to have to face Jungkook eventually. I can’t hide forever.

“I’m getting ready,” I mutter, loud enough for Hoseok to hear through the door.

I hear a sigh of relief from the other side. “Finally,” Hoseok says. “I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

As soon as I hear his footsteps retreat down the hall, I get up, running my hands through my messy hair. I look like a wreck, and I feel worse. But I have to push through it. I have to go to class. I have to face him.

The walk to class feels like I’m trudging through quicksand. Every step is heavy, weighed down by the anxiety bubbling in my chest. Hoseok doesn’t say much, but I can feel his gaze on me the whole time, as if he’s afraid I’ll turn around and run back to my room.

When we get to the classroom, my stomach drops. I can already feel the tension creeping in, like a tightening in my chest.

And there he is—Jungkook, sitting with his group at the front of the room, looking completely unbothered. Like he hasn’t been tearing me apart for days.

I sit down beside Namjoon, and he gives me a worried glance. “You good?” he whispers.

I nod stiffly, even though I’m anything but good. But what can I say? That I’ve been falling apart over a guy who clearly doesn’t give a damn? That I’ve been spiraling because I thought… maybe I was different?

No. I can’t.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lie, forcing a tight-lipped smile.

Namjoon doesn’t seem convinced, but thankfully, he doesn’t push it. The professor starts class, and I try to focus, but my mind is all over the place. I can’t stop glancing at Jungkook from the corner of my eye. He hasn’t looked at me once. Not even a single glance.

Then, out of nowhere, a crumpled-up piece of paper lands on my desk.

I blink, confused, before unfolding it.

“Please stop ignoring me. Hear me out first.”

My heart skips a beat, and I glance toward Jungkook. He’s still not looking at me, but I know it’s from him. Who else would it be?

Another crumpled-up paper lands on my desk, this one more wrinkled than the last. I open it cautiously.

“Let’s talk later after the presentation? Yes [ ] Yes [ ]”

A small giggle escapes me, despite myself. The absurdity of it is almost funny. Of course, he’d give me no other option. Of course, he’d do something ridiculous like this.

But then reality hits me. This isn’t funny. This isn’t cute. This is him, once again, playing with me like I’m some kind of toy.

I crumple the paper back up, throwing it to the side. I can’t afford to be swayed by him. Not again. Not after everything.

Finally, it’s our turn to present. Namjoon stands confidently beside me as we go over our points, but I’m barely holding it together. My mind keeps drifting back to Jungkook. I can feel his eyes on me now, watching every move I make, but I refuse to look at him.

Focus. I have to focus.

But when it’s Jungkook’s turn to present, it is so not related to our topic...I can’t help but listen. He starts talking about Shakespeare, about love and tragedy and how easily things can be ruined by miscommunication.

His words hit too close to home, like he’s speaking directly to me. And maybe he is. His eyes flicker toward me, just for a second, and my heart clenches in my chest.

Is he doing this on purpose? Does he know what he’s doing to me?

He talks about how love isn’t easy, how it’s messy and painful, but it’s real. How sometimes, the people we care about the most are the ones we hurt the most. It’s like he’s pulling the words straight from my mind, saying everything I’ve been too afraid to admit.

By the time he’s done, I’m shaken. My hands are trembling as I sit down, trying to process what just happened.

I can’t do this. I need to get out of here.

As soon as class ends, I stand there, my hands trembling as I gather my books, trying to hold myself together. I can feel Jungkook's presence looming behind me, like a storm about to crash. Every nerve in my body is on high alert, knowing he’s not going to let me leave without saying something. The weight of his stare is unbearable.

“Y/N,” his voice is soft, but I can hear the tension in it, the frustration lacing every syllable. “We need to talk. Please.”

I don’t even turn to look at him. My jaw clenches, my vision blurring as tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I can’t do this. Not with him. Not when I’m barely holding myself together. I shove my books into my bag, my breath shaky as I speak, my voice cold and sharp.

“Why don’t you go talk to your ‘Kookie baby, I miss you, can I come over?’ girl,” I spit, the venom dripping from my words, my heart pounding in my chest. “Stop using me for once.”

The moment the words leave my mouth, the tension in the air thickens, but I don’t care. I don’t even care how cruel I sound because this is my reality—this is what he’s done to me.

Jungkook steps forward, his voice growing desperate. “Y/N, it’s not like that—”

“Not like that?” I whip around to face him, my voice cracking with disbelief. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Jungkook! I heard her. I heard the way she talked to you, like you’re something she can just call up whenever she feels like it. Like I don’t even fucking matter.”

He flinches at my words, his face crumbling in front of me. But I can’t stop. I’m unraveling, and there’s no going back now.

“You think it’s easy to love you?” I laugh bitterly, my chest heaving as the tears I’ve been holding back finally spill over. “You think it’s easy to want you, need you, when you’re always all over the place? Fuck this girl, fuck that girl. You think it’s easy for me to keep caring about you when you—” My voice breaks, and I have to pause to catch my breath. “You know what? Never mind.”

I try to push past him, desperate to get away before I completely fall apart, but Jungkook grabs my wrist, pulling me back. His eyes are wide, frantic. “Wait—”

“No,” I snap, wrenching my arm out of his grip. “I’m done. I’m going home.”

“Y/N, stop!” His voice rises, panic creeping into his tone as he steps in front of me, blocking my way. His chest is heaving now, his eyes wild with frustration. “You don’t get it. You don’t fucking get it!”

I meet his gaze, my eyes filled with hurt and anger. “What don’t I get, Jungkook? Huh? What am I missing here?”

He’s silent for a moment, his hands shaking as he runs them through his hair. He looks torn, like he’s grappling with something he can’t bring himself to say. And then, finally, he snaps.

“I have been in love with you since the first year!” His voice is raw, filled with an intensity that makes my heart skip a beat. “You think it’s easy for me? You think it’s easy trying to pretend like I don’t feel anything when I’ve been fucking obsessed with you this whole time?”

My breath catches in my throat. He’s looking at me like he’s just torn open his chest and laid everything bare, and I don’t know what to do with it. I don’t know how to process it.

“W-What?” I stammer, completely thrown off balance.

Jungkook steps closer, his voice trembling with emotion. “I tried, Y/N. I tried so fucking hard not to feel this way. I tried to distract myself, tried to find someone else who could make me forget, but no matter what I did, it was always you. It’s always been you.”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, I can’t breathe. This is the confession I’ve wanted for so long, the words I thought I’d never hear from him. But instead of feeling relief, all I feel is anger. Anger because this—this is what he chose to do with it?

“You think that’s supposed to make it better?” My voice cracks, the hurt spilling over as I stare at him, my hands trembling. “You think that’s supposed to fix everything? That you’ve been fucking other girls, using them to distract yourself from me?”

“Y/N—”

“Don’t,” I cut him off, my voice sharp. “Don’t you dare try to justify this. You made me feel like I was just another one of your stupid hookups. And now you expect me to believe that you love me? That it was all because of me?”

His face contorts with frustration, and he takes a step closer, his voice rising again. “Yes! Because no matter how hard I fucking tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about you! Every time I was with someone else, all I could think about was you, okay? It’s always been you, Y/N. You’re the one I can’t get out of my head.”

Tears blur my vision as I shake my head, backing away from him. “I don’t believe you.”

Jungkook’s expression hardens, his eyes dark with determination. “Then I’ll make you.”

Before I can even react, he grabs my face, his lips crashing against mine. The kiss is rough, desperate, like he’s trying to pour every unspoken word, every ounce of emotion into it. And for a moment, I let myself get lost in it. In him.

But then reality crashes down, and I pull away, gasping for air. “Jungkook, stop.”

He doesn’t let go. His hands grip my face, his forehead pressing against mine as he whispers, his voice raspy and broken. “I’ll show you how much I’ve been loving you. I’ll show you how much you mean to me.”

My heart shatters at his words, and I choke back a sob, my hands pushing weakly against his chest. “You can’t fix this with a kiss, Jungkook. You can’t just—”

“I don’t care,” he interrupts, his voice raw with desperation. “I don’t care if it’s messy or complicated. I just… I need you, Y/N. I need you to believe me. Please.”

I break. The walls I’ve spent so long building come crashing down, and I collapse into him, my body trembling as sobs wrack my frame.

“I can’t,” I cry, my hands clutching his shirt as I bury my face in his chest. “I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep letting you break my heart.”

Jungkook wraps his arms around me, holding me tight as if he’s afraid I’ll slip away. His voice is low, trembling with emotion as he whispers, “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“I love you,” he says, his voice breaking. “I love you, Y/N. And I know I’ve messed up, but I need you to know that I’ve always loved you and i know you do too.

“Now that I finally have you, I don’t want to lose you, Y/N… please, just give me a chance,” he whispered softly, his breath warm against my ear. His words ignited a flicker of hope within me, yet the fear of vulnerability loomed large.

“Can you… can you stay at mine tonight?” I asked, my voice breaking under the weight of my emotions. I felt exposed, raw, but deep down, I craved the comfort of his presence.

He nodded, a gentle smile spreading across his face, reassuring me in ways words couldn't. “Yeah, I’ll drive us there.” His voice was steady, and as we pulled away from the embrace, I felt a rush of gratitude wash over me.

As we stepped outside, the evening air was cool against my flushed skin. We climbed into Jungkook's sleek white Mustang, and I could feel the tension starting to melt away, replaced by a tentative sense of hope. The ride was quiet but not uncomfortable; it was a silence filled with unspoken words and emotions we were both still trying to process.

My eyes were still slightly puffy from crying, but I managed to steal glances at him as he focused on the road. Jungkook had a way of drawing me in, his presence captivating and soothing all at once. The soft hum of the engine accompanied the pounding of my heart, and I wondered if he could hear it too.

Finally, we arrived in front of my house. The street was quiet, the only sounds coming from the rustling leaves and the distant hum of traffic. Before he could say anything, I gathered my courage and asked, “Who was that girl?”

Jungkook took a deep breath, steadying himself before responding. “It’s Yeji. My hookup from four weeks ago who can’t seem to take a hint.” His tone was calm, but I could sense the frustration beneath it.

“Really?” I raised an eyebrow, trying to keep my voice steady. “Because if you have a girlfriend, I can back up.”

He chuckled lightly, a sound that filled me with a strange mixture of annoyance and affection. “No, Y/N. It’s not like that at all.” He fished out his phone and handed it to me. “The password is your birthday. You can check our conversation; I’m not lying.”

My cheeks flushed at his trust in me, and I hesitated for a moment before entering the password. The phone unlocked, and I quickly navigated to his messages. As I scanned through, I saw only a few texts from Yeji, mostly her attempting to initiate plans while Jungkook’s responses were short and dismissive.

The relief that washed over me was palpable, but jealousy simmered just beneath the surface. I clicked the options button and, on impulse, I blocked her. Handing the phone back to him, I stated firmly, “I blocked her. No one better call you like that again, or else I will really not talk to you ever.”

Jungkook’s laughter was genuine, and it made my heart flutter. “You jealous?” he teased, a playful smirk dancing across his lips.

“Shut up,” I retorted, trying to sound annoyed, but the corners of my mouth betrayed me, threatening to lift into a smile.

As we entered the house, the familiar scent of home enveloped me. My heart raced, still throbbing with the emotions of the day. The kitchen was alive with warmth; my mom was cooking, humming to herself, while Hoseok leaned against the counter, a serious expression on his face.

“Y/N! You’re back!” My mom looked up and smiled, her face lighting up at the sight of me. “How was your day?”

“Y/N… I need to talk to you about something,” Hoseok said, his voice low and serious.

I felt my heart drop, an unsettling feeling creeping into my chest. “What’s going on, Hobi?” I asked, glancing nervously at Jungkook, who was watching the exchange closely.

He straightened, his eyes focused on me as he pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket. “I got a DNA test for me and your mom,” he said, taking a deep breath. “And… here.” He handed me the papers, his hands shaking slightly.

As I unfolded the document, my eyes widened at the bold letters: “100% related.” My mind raced as I struggled to comprehend the implications. “ No way…” I murmured, my breath catching in my throat.

“Mom… how?” I turned to my mother, searching her face for answers.

She looked distressed, her eyes darting between Hoseok and me. “I… I didn’t know how to tell you both. Y/N, you had a twin. The doctors said your twin died at birth. But apparently… your auntie...... took him,” she explained, her voice trembling.

The weight of her words settled over us like a heavy blanket. I felt as though the ground had shifted beneath my feet, and I could see the confusion and hurt reflected in Hoseok’s eyes. He had always been my best friend, my confidant, and now, the reality of our connection felt surreal.

“No way…” I whispered, my heart racing. I took a step towards Hoseok, wrapping my arms around him tightly. “Hobi, I’m so sorry… I can’t imagine how you feel.”

He stood stiffly for a moment, his body rigid with emotion, but then, slowly, he returned my embrace, the tension melting away slightly. “I always felt like there was something missing. I just never knew…” His voice broke, and I could feel the weight of his sorrow pressing down on us.

“Please forgive me, Hobi. I didn’t know,” my mom said softly, tears glistening in her eyes.

“Eommoni… it’s not your fault,” he replied, his voice filled with a mix of pain and understanding as he hugged her tightly. I could see the struggle on his face, torn between anger and love for the woman who had raised him.

After a long hour of trying to process everything—Hoseok’s feelings of betrayal and loss, my mom’s heartache, and the complicated dynamics of our newfound family—I finally excused myself to go upstairs with Jungkook. As we ascended the stairs, the air felt heavy with unresolved emotions.

“So, uh, you have a twin brother,” Jungkook muttered, glancing at me with a hint of sympathy. “No wonder you guys look so much alike.”

I nodded, trying to shake off the sadness. “I know… but I feel bad for Hoseok. Finding out that his deceased mom kidnapped him and took him away from his real mom is just… messed up.”

“Yeah, that’s really fucked up,” Jungkook agreed, running a hand through his hair, looking troubled. “I can’t believe he has to deal with that.”

Desperate to lighten the mood, I suggested, “Wanna watch a movie?” My heart ached for Hoseok, but I also longed for some normalcy, even if just for a little while.

“Yeah, sure,” he replied, offering me a reassuring smile

a/n : okay soo this was short but i'll make sure to make the next chapter even longer. actually in the demo or my drafts this chapter, jungkook and oc had make up sex but i wasn't sure if i should add it cuz yeah. anyway i feel bad for hoseoks character:( alsoo the next chapter will include text msgs. there is only 3-2 more chapters left until i end this fic. thank you all very much for taking your time to read my fics!

If i were you i'd do me - JK - MDNI - 4

pairings : fuckboy! jk x fem! reader, established relationship, mentions of smart! namjoon x oc, slow burn, enemies to lovers

contents/warninss : fluff, motorrides with jk, semi public sex? unprotected sex, suprisesss

taglist : comment if you wanna be added to my taglists) @crazyovayou @sinfullygay @minghaosimp @pitchblack0309

context : Jungkook, the notorious campus heartbreaker and player, unexpectedly becomes your groupmate alongside Namjoon, the guy you’ve secretly admired for ages. However, it seems your feelings have started shifting from Namjoon to someone else entirely unexpected…

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The air in the small cabin was thick with tension as Jungkook leaned in, his lips grazing mine in a slow, deliberate kiss. I could feel the heat between us intensifying with each second. His hand caressed my cheek before trailing down my neck, sending shivers through my body. Every movement felt electrified, like sparks lighting up every nerve.

I broke the kiss, breathless, whispering, "Jungkook... I need more."

He paused for a moment, eyes darkened with desire, his lips curving into a teasing smile. "In this ferris wheel?" he asked, his voice low, playful, and full of disbelief.

I nodded, my heart racing, feeling bold and unfiltered. "Fuck it, Jeon. Just do it."

His eyes flashed with excitement, and his hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer. "Such a naughty girl," he murmured, his voice thick with a mix of amusement and lust. His lips crashed against mine again, more fervent this time, our bodies pressed together as the ferris wheel cabin rocked slightly with the movement.

Jungkook's hands began to roam, exploring every inch of me, the touch of his fingertips against my bare skin sending jolts of anticipation through my body. i could feel my thin panty getting damped. i knew well i was inlove with him. 

"kook..please" i whined onto him making him chuckle. "so wet for me" he mutters under his breath as he rubs my clit in circles as his name leaves out of my mouth. "please kook i need you. we can be quick" i begged him, unbuckling his belt. "bend for me baby" he orders me and without hesitation i obey him. feeling his cold touch against my skin as he pulls up my dress revealing my red laced panty with a wet mark on top of it. he palms it teasing me even more "for godsake jungkook just fucking do it!" i grunted with a slight annoyance. "so greedy. hm i love it" he coos. he then slides my panties to the side as he slides into me smoothly, making a loud moan come out of my mouth. "fuck. so tight and wet" he utters with a chuckle, clearly enjoying me bent over with his dick balls deep inside me. "fuck kook im coming" i whine, my eyes rolling back as my back arching back. the ferris wheel cabin was rocking side to side rhythmically with his thrust against me "im gonna cum inside you yeah? you like that?' he grunts "m-mhmm.." i could only humm as i felt his seed release inside me, filling me to the brim. 

Jungkook leaned back against the seat of the Ferris wheel, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. The tension that had been thick between us was finally released, leaving us both in a shared state of bliss. He looked at me with that familiar mischievous smile as he reached for my dress, gently tugging it back into place. His touch was soft, almost tender, as if he was savoring every second we had shared.

“You okay?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

I nodded, still trying to catch my breath, my heart racing from everything that had just happened. I felt a rush of warmth in my chest as I looked into his eyes, the connection between us undeniable. There was something about being with him that made me feel alive in ways I couldn’t explain.

“Let’s go. You need to pee,” he chuckled softly, a playful glint in his eye.

I laughed, feeling the need to relieve myself too after all the excitement. “Yeah… I guess I do,” I replied, still flushed.

We gathered ourselves and exited the Ferris wheel, the air outside feeling cooler now that the adrenaline was wearing off. The world around us had resumed its normal pace, but everything still felt different—like it was just the two of us in our own little bubble.

Once we got back to his bike, Jungkook handed me the helmet again, his hands lingering on mine for a moment. “At my house?” he asked, his tone casual, but there was something deeper in his gaze.

“Sure,” I smiled, my heart fluttering at the thought of spending more time with him. There was something about Jungkook that made everything feel exciting, like every moment with him was an adventure.

The ride to his house was just as exhilarating as the one before, but now there was an added layer of intimacy between us, a shared secret that only we knew. I held onto him tightly, feeling the warmth of his body through the leather jacket he had insisted I wear earlier.

When we finally pulled up to his place, he helped me off the bike, his hands lingering on my waist for just a moment longer than necessary. “Come on in,” he said, unlocking the door and holding it open for me.

His apartment was cozy, with the kind of effortless style that was uniquely his. I had been here before, but everything felt different now, more intimate, as if this was no longer just his space but ours, even if just for tonight.

“Here, you can wear this,” Jungkook said, tossing me one of his oversized shirts. “I’m sure you’ll be more comfortable in this.”

I took the shirt, smiling as I ran my fingers over the fabric. “Thanks,” I replied, already feeling more at home with him.

“I’ll be in the living room. Take your time,” he said, giving me a wink before heading off to the couch.

I started heading toward the bathroom when I bumped into someone. I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be here, so I looked up, surprised to see a girl standing there.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said, stepping back awkwardly.

The girl looked at me with a curious expression before raising an eyebrow. “Sorry, who are you?” she asked, her voice carrying a teasing edge. “Another chick of Jungkook’s?”

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I found myself fumbling for an answer. “Uh… no, I’m his friend,” I replied, the words sounding hollow even to me. The way she had said "chick" stung, and for a moment, I questioned what I really was to Jungkook.

She eyed me for a moment, and then a smirk spread across her face. “Clearly too pretty to be just a friend,” she said, her tone softening as if she was trying to reassure me. “Just tell me if he hurts you, okay?”

I nodded, unsure of how to respond. “Thanks…”

She chuckled, leaning against the wall as if to make small talk. “Oh, wait, what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” I said quietly, feeling more self-conscious than ever.

Her eyes widened slightly in recognition, and she muttered something under her breath. “Ohhh… so you’re the one he talks about a lot then.”

I blinked, caught off guard by her words. “What?” I asked, pretending I didn’t hear her clearly.

“Oh, nothing,” she quickly covered, giving me a mischievous smile. “Just… it’s nice to finally meet you. Enjoy your stay here, feel at home,” she added before heading off.

I stood there for a moment, replaying her words in my head. The one he talks about a lot? What did that mean? My heart fluttered with a mixture of hope and confusion. Was Jungkook really talking about me to others? The thought made my stomach flip, but I couldn’t dwell on it for too long. I had to remind myself that we were just friends, even if tonight had felt like so much more than that.

I quickly made my way to the bathroom, trying to shake off the lingering doubts. When I returned, Jungkook was sprawled out on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV.

“Everything okay?” he asked, his eyes flicking over to me.

“Yeah,” I replied, feeling a little flustered after my encounter with his sister.

“You sure?” he raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing something was off.

I hesitated for a moment, debating whether to bring it up. “I ran into your sister,” I finally said, sitting down next to him on the couch.

Jungkook chuckled. “Ah, don’t mind her. She likes to mess with people.”

I laughed softly, feeling a little more at ease. “Yeah, I figured.”

He turned toward me, his expression softening as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “Don’t worry about her,” he said, his voice low and comforting. “She means well. And besides…” he added, leaning in closer, “you’re way more than just a ‘chick’ to me.”

Jungkook chuckled as he sat up on the bed, the playful banter between him and his sister echoing in my ears. I couldn’t help but laugh, still feeling a bit flustered from our earlier moment and my encounter with Jina. The teasing from her had stung a little, but Jungkook’s reassurances were enough to melt away any doubts.

"Thanks," I said, chuckling softly as I shook my head.

Jungkook’s eyes lingered on me for a moment, and then, with a smirk, he asked, “Wanna go to my room? If you want, I can sleep on the floor.”

His offer was sweet, but the idea of him sleeping on the floor felt wrong after everything we had shared tonight. I looked at him, a little shy but still feeling bold enough to respond.

“No, no… it’s alright. We can... sleep... together on the bed,” I said, my words coming out more hesitant than I intended.

Jungkook’s smirk widened into a grin, his playful nature shining through as he teased, “Okay.”

Before we could move, we both heard Jina's voice yelling from down the hallway, loud enough for us to hear, “Don’t be too loud, you lovebirds!”

I covered my face with my hands, completely embarrassed, while Jungkook shot back, “Mind your own business, Jina!”

Her laugh rang out in response, and I couldn't help but giggle too. “You guys are like me and Hoseok,” I chuckled, still trying to calm my nerves.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Are you guys siblings?”

I smiled, shaking my head. “I wish. But no, he's my best friend since diapers. My mother and his mother are best friends, and he kind of became my mom’s son after Auntie… died.” I trailed off, the weight of the memory still heavy, but I gave him a soft smile to show that it was okay.

Jungkook’s expression softened, his eyes filled with sympathy. “Oh… I’m sorry—”

“It’s alright,” I cut him off, offering him a reassuring smile.

Jungkook nodded, understanding that it was a sensitive topic but knowing not to push further. Instead, he reached out and gave my hand a gentle squeeze, a silent gesture that said more than words could.

Finally, we made our way to his bedroom. It was simple but cozy, with a few personal touches here and there—a couple of posters, some framed photos on the nightstand, and the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air. I felt a wave of comfort wash over me as I entered the space. It was so distinctly Jungkook, and it made me feel at ease.

We both climbed into the bed, the mattress sinking slightly under our weight. There was a comforting silence between us as we settled in, side by side. The night had been long and full of surprises, and now, as we lay there in the quiet of his room, it felt like everything had come full circle.

Jungkook turned toward me, his voice soft and gentle as he whispered, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

The way he said my name sent shivers down my spine, his breath warm against my ear. I felt a flutter in my chest, the kind that only happens when you're so close to someone you care about. It was intimate in the most innocent of ways, and I smiled as I whispered back, “Goodnight.”

For a moment, I just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, feeling the weight of the night settle in. Everything had been so surreal—riding on his bike through the city, the Ferris wheel, the fireworks, the way he had looked at me like I was the only person in the world. And now, here we were, side by side, the space between us filled with an unspoken understanding.

I turned slightly, my eyes finding his in the dim light. Jungkook’s face was relaxed, his eyes half-closed as if he was on the verge of falling asleep, but there was a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He seemed content, and I couldn’t help but feel the same.

The bed was warm, and the quiet hum of the night surrounded us like a blanket. As I watched him, I felt something deep within me shift—a realization, maybe. It was something I hadn’t quite understood before, but now, as I lay here beside him, it was becoming clearer. I was happy with him. Truly happy. There was something about Jungkook that made me feel safe, like I could be myself without fear or hesitation.

I wasn’t sure what would happen next. I didn’t know what the future held for us, but in this moment, none of that mattered. All that mattered was the here and now, the feeling of being close to someone who cared for me, someone who made me feel alive.

Jungkook shifted slightly, and his hand found mine under the covers, his fingers intertwining with mine in a way that felt so natural, so right. I squeezed his hand gently, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine.

“Sleep well,” he murmured, his voice barely audible as he finally closed his eyes.

“You too,” I whispered back, my heart swelling with a quiet joy.

As the night wore on and the world outside grew quieter, I felt myself drifting off, lulled by the comfort of Jungkook’s presence beside me. It wasn’t long before sleep took over, and I found myself sinking into a peaceful slumber, knowing that whatever came next, we would face it together.

In that moment, everything felt perfect.

You stirred awake to the sound of a phone ringing, groggy and still wrapped in the warmth of sleep. Instinctively, you reached over to grab your phone from the nightstand, but it wasn’t your phone that was ringing. You blinked, realizing the sound was coming from Jungkook’s phone, which was lying on the other side of the bed.

Confused, you picked it up without thinking, eyes squinting at the unfamiliar number flashing on the screen. Before you could process what you were doing, your thumb had already swiped across the screen, answering the call.

"Kookie, baby, I miss you. Can I come over?"

The words hit you like a punch to the gut, freezing you in place. The soft, syrupy voice on the other end of the line was unmistakably familiar. It wasn't the tone or the pitch, but the intimacy. A voice that spoke to him in a way you’d never heard before, a name that rolled off her tongue so effortlessly.

Your heart dropped, and the phone slipped from your trembling hand, landing silently on the bed. For a moment, the room felt like it was spinning, the weight of the words pressing down on your chest until it hurt to breathe.

Tears began to pool in your eyes, and before you could stop them, they were slipping down your cheeks, leaving hot, wet trails. You glanced at Jungkook, still fast asleep next to you, his arm loosely draped over your waist, his expression so peaceful, so unaware of the turmoil now raging inside of you.

How could he? How could he do this? After everything you’d shared, after last night—the intimacy, the tenderness—you thought it meant something.

But now, you weren’t sure of anything.

You slowly lifted Jungkook’s heavy arm off of you, gently replacing yourself with a pillow. Your heart was breaking with every small movement, but you couldn’t stay here. Not after hearing that. Not after realizing that maybe, to him, you were just another girl. Just a fling.

You slid out of bed, careful not to make any noise. Every breath felt heavy, every step agonizingly slow. You gathered your clothes from the floor and slipped them on quietly, your mind racing, replaying the voice on the phone, the sickening feeling growing stronger with each passing second.

With your heart in pieces and tears still falling, you picked up your phone, quickly typing a message to Hoseok.

"Seok, can you call the driver to pick me up? I'll send you the address."

You hit send and grabbed the rest of your belongings, all while trying to keep your breathing steady. You just needed to get out. You couldn’t face him. Not now.

As you crept toward the door, you opened it as silently as possible, but as soon as you stepped into the hallway, you ran into Jina, Jungkook's sister. She looked at you, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" she asked, her tone genuinely concerned. "It’s oddly early for you to be leaving."

You tried to smile, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Oh—uh, I’ve got to go home. My brother called me,” you lied, hoping it sounded convincing.

Jina nodded slowly, though she didn’t look entirely convinced. “Alright... Get home safely, okay?”

You forced another smile and nodded, murmuring a soft, “Thanks,” before quickly making your way past her. You couldn’t linger any longer, not when every moment in this house felt like a betrayal, like your heart was being torn apart piece by piece.

Stepping outside, the early morning air hit you, crisp and cool, but it did little to calm the storm inside of you. You stood on the sidewalk, waiting for the driver, trying to keep yourself together. Your phone vibrated in your hand, and you saw the reply from Hoseok.

"Where are you? I'll have Mr. Kim come get you."

You quickly sent your location and shoved your phone back into your pocket. Your body was trembling, your mind still racing with thoughts of Jungkook, of the voice on the phone, of everything you thought you were to him.

Minutes later, the car pulled up, and Mr. Kim rolled down the window. “Y/N, are you alright?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

You nodded quickly, though the tears streaming down your face betrayed your answer. “Yeah… thanks for asking,” you whispered, getting into the car and sinking into the seat.

As the car pulled away from Jungkook's house, you stared out of the window, watching the world blur by, your heart aching with every mile that took you farther from him. Tears fell freely now, and you didn’t bother wiping them away. You felt so utterly foolish, so used. How could you have let yourself fall for him? How could you have believed, even for a second, that you were anything more than just another girl in his life?

Your phone vibrated again, this time with messages from Jungkook.

"Y/N? Where are you?"

"Jina told me you left. Why?"

"Are you getting home safe?"

"Y/N, I’m sorry."

"Please answer me." 

"jina told me you went to your brother. you can't fool me. you don't have a brother"

"y/n please let me explain who called"

You shut off the phone, unable to handle the pain. You didn’t want to hear his excuses. You didn’t want to hear whatever lies he would come up with. You just wanted to be far away from him, from the heartbreak, from the confusion. You shut your eyes, trying to block out everything, hoping that maybe, just maybe, this would hurt less in the morning. But deep down, you knew that wasn’t true.