Summary:

Summary:

in a crazy turn of events, you end up agreeing to marry jeon jungkook because you don't want to let your parents and your family business down. but after a while, after getting to know jungkook and after spending time with him, the thought of it really doesn't seem too bad; and what starts out as a guarantee to seal a business deal gradually turns into so much more.

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This is an absolute gem of a fic that needs all the attention.

It was my first and still my favorite arranged marriage au for so many reasons, from the flow of the story, the characterization of JK and OC (I love the background of their stories, that even as wealthy CEO kids, what makes them, them isn’t tied to their wealth), how the developing of feelings was so well narrated, and that key components of their relationship (and even with the other supporting characters) are relevant and not trivial or shallow. I think all those contribute to a really good story. Such a lovely read.

Love Again | PJM (Fourteen)

Summary: A friend of yours is eager to introduce you to her new man but what happens when Park Jimin, the man who broke your heart 5 years ago walks in through the door?

Pairing: Jimin x Female reader

Genre: exes au, exes to ???, fluff, angst, smut

Word Count: 16k

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, feelings of rejection, confrontation, mentions of sex, feelings everywhere, temporary miscommunication, jealous jimin, jk has emotionally abusive parents, sloppy kisses, groping, dirty talk, they’re switches, protected sex, oral (fem rec.) edging, orgasm denial, slight hair pulling, inappropriate secret (public) touching, reoccurring guilt and heartache. 

Notes: ONE CHAPTER LEFT! Thanks for reading, I love you.  I hope you continue to enjoy this story. Love hearing from you guys<3  Send an ask if you want to be added to a tag list or just want to chat:) 

Previously on…in chapter 13 of Love again, you’re dumped by both Jimin and Namjoon and feeling quite down. With no one to hang out with you, you go out for a pity party—and meet an old friend! Jungkook. Who also happens to be your new boss. And Jimin is not a fan of ‘girlfriend stealer Jungkook’ being so close to you. Naomi and Jeremy continue to be difficult but Hoseok and Dae are the new couple in town. Jimin knows about Namjoon and wants nothing more than to talk to you. 

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Jimin doesn’t mean to bore holes into the back of Jungkook’s head but well, he is. He is and he can’t bring himself to stop…eyes on him because Jungkook’s eyes are on you and suddenly Jimin is wishing there was a world that existed where only he could see you.

You’re laughing at something Jungkook said—probably something goofy—your bright smile giving away how you’re eating his jokes right up. Jimin’s glare is strong enough for Jungkook to shiver dramatically but he continues to crack his jokes with you and Jimin just grows more annoyed.

Is this immature? Yes. Jimin knows this. He’s well aware that a little monster called ‘jealousy’ is right by his side, pointing at you and Jungkook and whispering mean, little things in Jimin’s ear, encouraging his discomfort. Jimin rarely shows his jealousy so outwardly but Jungkook has always been able to make him feel…god forbid he say threatened…but well, here he is. 

Suddenly Jimin’s eyes go from you to Jeremy who’s dramatically huffing and puffing as he comes back into the living room from Hoseok’s kitchen. “Who took the last slice of pizza that I specifically said ‘no one eat this last slice, I’m saving it.’ Because it’s clearly not in the box anymore since the time I went to the bathroom and now.” And then Jimin’s eyes go back to you…you who is pausing the action of stuffing pizza in your face with wide eyes towards Jeremy.

“You.” Jeremy now raises his finger to point at you, “It’s always you!” 

“Sorry.” You mumble lamely, an exaggerated sheepish expression growing on your face. “Want some?” You raise the pizza in some half-ass offer but Jeremy only stares at you unimpressed. Then you’re blinking at Jungkook in shock when he reaches for the half eaten slice of pizza and takes an obnoxious bite.

“What?” He tries swallowing, “Since you were offering.” He shows you a smug smile and now Jimin is rolling his eyes. This is the same Jungkook from college. Girlfriend stealer Jungkook. But Jimin internally frowns because…you aren’t his girlfriend this time. 

“Okay,” Hoseok clears his throat to get everyone’s attention, “Our options are a very cute romcom that will get everyone feeling nice and lovey or some…” He rolls his eyes now and his voice gets quieter, “Some stupid horror flick.”

“Horror.” Everyone says in unison and Hoseok groans loudly in dissatisfaction. 

“You guys all suck dick, I hope you know that.” He shakes his head.

“Well, you know I do.” Dae wiggles her brows at her boyfriend whose panicked eyes find Taehyung.

“For fucks sake, Dae!” Her older brother whines and she shrugs as nonchalant as always. “I just wish…like truly wish you wouldn’t try to hurt me like this. I didn’t raise you like this.”

“You didn’t raise me at all?”

“Then that explains your gross behavior.” Taehyung nods, “Or else you’d be a refined young la—”

“—Anyway,” Dae cuts off, “I’m going to grab another glass of wine!”

“One for me too, please!” Naomi calls out as she takes a seat on one of Hoseok’s sofas. “Or a bottle of Vodka if there is one!”

Hoseok narrows his eyes at Naomi, “There is one but you aren’t allowed to have it.”

“And you say we suck.” She scoffs before pulling her phone out, “I just need—” Naomi shoots her head up and to the side when she feels a familiar body come next to her on the sofa, “What are you doing?”

“Sitting.” Jeremy responds simply, face blank. “What else does it look like?”

“Looks like you left a total of 4 centimeters of space. Scoot over, dude.”

“Can’t.” He shrugs, “How else are we all supposed to fit? There’s eight of us. Four on each couch. Time to get cozy, Naomi.” 

“Get cozy with someone else, Jeremy.” Naomi leans away from him, her body doing its best to move away from him.

“You realize you’re about to just be sitting on the arm of the couch, right?”

Hoseok’s ears perk up at this and he’s already scolding his guests. “No sitting on the arms of the couch! Are you trying to damage my—” 

“Jeez,” You start chuckling, “You sound like my mom back in the day.”

“I’m going to use the bathroom before the movie…” Jungkook lifts himself from the wall the two of you have been leaning against, “Where is it?” 

“Down that hall,” You nod ahead of you, “It’s the first door on the left.”

“Cool. Be back!” And then Jungkook is walking in the direction of the hallway, small nod and smirk as he passes Jimin and Taehyung. Jimin tries his best to give a small smile but the only reason he’s able to manage that is because you’re finally alone. Jimin glances at Taehyung who is busy on his phone before he makes his way over to you.

“Hey.” Jimin takes Jungkook’s spot on the wall, “Mind if we talk for a bit?” He gets straight to it. He does not want to waste any more time…knowing he has too many important things to say. He watches as you look around for a moment, lip caught between your teeth and he can sense your nerves. “We can go outside?”

“I think Hoseok is going to start the movie any minute now though.” You tell him, eyes landing on his and he thinks for a moment.

“Yeah…this will probably need a little more time.” He says quietly. “Okay…after that movie?” 

“Sure.” You smile. “How are rehearsals going, by the way?”

“Really fun.” Jimin laughs, “This kind of role is refreshing. Ah, but the guy playing Zeus is kind of an asshole and I’m not sure how long Mr. Smith is going to deal with it.”

“Is there an understudy just in case?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “It sucks because even though he’s a bit of a dick…he’s the better option. Hopefully he’ll stop being a diva.”

“A diva?” You can’t help but giggle, “That bad?”

“Probably worse.” He laughs with you before he’s relaxing and his gaze falls on you, eyes raking over your features. Jungkook was right…you are extra pretty today. “Anyway, opening night is on June 3rd—a Friday—you’ll be there, right?” 

An undeniable softness washes over you, your body shifting a bit closer to Jimin as you sigh out, a smile lifting your lips. “Of course, I will be.” 

“Yeah?” Jimin feels his chest grow warm, his eyes still dancing across your face when they land on your lips. He notices your lip stick is a different shade than he’s familiar with but it looks nice—really nice—and he’s feeling the urge to—

“Well, I mean, we all will be I’m sure.” You chuckle, eyes glancing around. “You’ll have all of us supporting you.” 

Jimin’s focus lifts back up to where it’s supposed to be…you know, not your lips. He nods in understanding, “Yeah, I think you guys will enjoy—”

“Alright!” Hoseok takes a seat on the empty sofa, “I’m going to press play in like t-minus one minute!”

“I’m going to grab a drink but um,” Jimin’s cheeks grow warm as he steps a bit closer to you, “We will talk after the movie?” He waits for you to nod before he’s smiling to himself as he walks into the kitchen. 

Jimin busies himself with opening another bottle of wine, a gentle smile on his lips as he thinks about the talk he’s going to have with you later—not all parts of the conversation are overwhelming positive but he’s glad he’s going to finally be able to say the things he wanted to since that one Thursday night.

After refilling his glass, he starts making his way back into the living room. He sees how you’re getting comfortable on the couch, right next to Jeremy and his eyes go to the open spot next to you—he’s glad because he’s craving nothing more than to just be next to you. He walks closer, excited to occupy the tight space next to you but of fucking course, Jungkook beats him to it. Jungkook plops down, wiggling around as you giggle and Naomi complains about how someone needs to take one for the team and sit on the floor. 

“Jimin!” Taehyung calls out for Jimin, his hand patting down the spot next to him on the other sofa with a boxy grin. “Hurry and come sit.”

“Oh yeah.” Dae brings her wine glass to her lips before continuing, “I forgot to mention but my company decided not to transfer me…they went with someone else.” 

“Wait, really?” Hoseok turns his head towards her, their faces mere inches apart. “You’re not moving here then?” 

“Not yet at least. They mentioned I could try again next year though.”

“Oh.” Hoseok visibly slumps his shoulders, an obvious pout forming. “That sucks.”

“Don’t worry.” Dae leans into her boyfriend, her hand that carries the wine getting closer to Hoseok, her offer going noticed. He takes it from her and starts sipping. “Long distance won’t be that bad for a little while. We will visit each other plus imagine all the sexting?”

Hoseok immediately chokes on the wine.

“Dae.” Hoseok and Taehyung complain at the same time.

Jimin starts chuckling to himself as he finally takes a seat next to Taehyung, his hand going to rub his best friend’s shoulder. He’s known Dae as long as Taehyung and she’s always been like this—always grinning and smirking after making everyone in a room visibly uncomfortable. She’s a troll, he thinks.

“Anyway,” Hoseok shakes his head, handing Dae her wine glass again. “You’re right, though. I don’t think there’s anything to worry about.” His voice is soft and hopeful.

“Oh the irony of you being the one in a long distance relationship now.” Naomi chuckles, “I thought they didn’t count?”

“They count when they’re real!” Hoseok defends immediately. 

Naomi tries not to laugh as she narrows her eyes at him, “Mine wasn’t real?”

“You know the answer to that.” Jeremy mumbles to himself.

“Well,” Naomi looks ahead now, “I don’t know when anything is real then.”

“We’re real.” Dae pecks Hoseok on the cheek.

“Ugh.” Taehyung leans back into the couch cushion, his head tilting towards the ceiling. “When will it be my turn?! Where is the love of my life?!?!”

“She’s out there, bro.” Jeremy raises his wine towards Taehyung. “What about that girl from last weekend? One from the bar? The one you knew in college?”

“Oh…” Taehyung leans forward again, teeth chewing on his bottom lip. “You mean Aeri?”

“Aeri?” Jungkook speaks up, voice unsure. “Sounds so familiar.”

“Yeah, you hooked up with her in my bathroom in college. I walked in on you guys…remember?”

“OH!” Jungkook starts laughing, cheeks turning a soft pink. “Good times, good times.”

“Well?” Jimin asks Taehyung, “You guys kept hanging out that night, right? And?”

“For sure.” Taehyung nods. “I tried hooking up with her!” He smiles towards everyone, everybody’s faces lighting up. 

“Hell yeah.” Jeremy sends a wink, “And?”

“And,” Taehyung’s expression suddenly goes blank. “Turns out she’s a lesbian now.”

Smiles dropping and the sound of multiple sighs leaving mouths can be heard. “Damn, sorry dude.” Hoseok winces as he imagines how that went.

“She wasn’t one when I was with her.” Jungkook mumbles and you swat his arm and he starts cracking up. “Things change, things change.”

“She’s super cool! We agreed to meet up soon to go hunting.” Taehyung grins now, “Also, I am a feminist and would never call looking for girls that but she’s the one who said it and I can’t say I hate it.” 

“Typical.” Dae rolls her eyes as everyone laughs. “Anyway, play the scary movie, Hoseok!”

“Are we serious guys?” Hoseok groans, “Like, is that really what we want to watch?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll hold your hand when you get scared.” Dae playfully nudges his shoulder and he looks at her clearly unenthused. “It’s perfect actually! Everyone has a partner for when someone gets scared.” She starts glancing around the living room, “You have me. Taehyung and Jimin have one another—and we know how happy that makes Taehyung.” Everyone murmurs quietly in agreement with that. “And….” Dae looks over at the other couch…awkwardly. “Over there…”

“You have me, y/n.” Jungkook cockily winks at you, “Jump into my arms if you need to.”

“Please.” You roll your eyes, “Only one who gets jumpy here is Hoseok. And those two?” You glance at Naomi and Jeremy, “They talk the entire time, making fun of these kind of movies.”

“More talkers?!” Dae whines, “Just my luck.”

“Don’t worry, no talking will happen.” Naomi crosses her arms over her chest, eyes on the TV screen. “Not on my end anyway.”

“Oh come on, Naomi.” Jeremy crosses his arms over his chest as well, eyes also looking straight ahead. “I’d love to see you actually not make even one comment about who is going to be the first to die.” 

“She’s also going to call out which couple is going to get murdered right after hooking up.” Hoseok comments.

“Dying right after sex…damn, that how I want to go.” Taehyung says. 

“Death after a hook up.” Naomi continues to stare at the screen, “Lucky them.”

Jeremy snaps his head in her direction, “Oh, come on. Really?”

“Really.” She nods nonchalantly. 

“Okay!” You smile awkwardly, eyes going to Hoseok. “Just play the movie.”

“Roger that.” Hoseok grabs the remote and presses play. 

Not even in an hour into the movie and Hoseok has jumped in his seat 16 times. Yes, Jimin has been counting. Taehyung has fallen asleep on Jimin’s shoulder. Jungkook is whispering what Jimin guesses are stupid little jokes making you laugh. And Naomi and Jeremy have been mostly silent. Jimin guesses every single person in this room is silently suffering from the tension between Naomi and Jeremy…the way she purposely leans away from him and the way Jeremy’s eyes go to Naomi every 5 seconds.

“Oh.” Naomi suddenly blurts out loud, gathering the attention from everyone in the living room. She has her phone pulled out as she frowns, “My neighbor just texted me…says Bacon got out from the back gate…” 

“He got out? Like he’s lost in your neighborhood?” Jeremy asks her, a clear look of concern on his face.

“Yeah.” She mumbles. “I guess I’m going to leave then…to find my dog.” She begins to stand.

“Okay,” Jeremy starts standing as well. “I’ll go with you to help.”

“No, nope, that’s okay.” Naomi rushes to say, “Seriously, no.”

“Oh come on—”

“—y/n can help me. Right? You’ll go with me?” Naomi is looking down at you and Jimin sees how your eyes widen before you’re nodding your head quickly.

“Yeah, of course.” You tell her, “We can go, no worries.”

“Oh.” Jeremy sighs out, “Okay, cool.” He sits back down, “Just text me when you find him, okay?”

“Okay.” Naomi tells him, “Sorry guys.”

“I wish I had a dog that got out so I had an excuse to leave too.” Hoseok grumbles. “This movie is stupid.” 

“Really?” Jungkook giggles, “I think it’s cool. The way the main guy punched the bad guy? Solid right hook.”

“Taehyung is literally asleep.” Hoseok deadpans.

“To be fair,” Jimin glances down at his best friend, “He does this a lot if he’s not talking the entire time.”

“It’s true.” Dae agrees.

“But y/n…” Jimin looks at you as you rise from the sofa, your eyes finding him after he called out for you. “You’re really leaving?” He’s doing little to hide his disappointment. He sees how your expression shifts a little…he’s realizing you’re feeling bad about it too…you know he wants to talk to you.

“I’ll text you.” Is all you say with a smile on your face.

And then you and Naomi are leaving. Jimin feels his body feel heavier as more disappointment settles. He guesses the talk isn’t happening tonight.

~

You feel a little guilty as you and Naomi walk out of Hoseok’s house and towards your cars…it’s clear Jimin really wants to talk to you but you’re a bit relieved you don’t have to have whatever conversation that is yet.

“Separate cars or do you want to ride together?” You ask Naomi as you two get to the street.

“Uh,” Naomi looks a little awkward as she thinks about it. “Separate is fine. So you can leave whenever you want…but you could sleep over too if you wanted.”

“Sounds good,” You nod, “Plus we don’t know how long it’ll take to find Bacon.”

“Right.” She sighs out, “See you there.” 

The ride to Naomi’s house isn’t very long, maybe ten minutes at most. She moved into this house pretty recently. Once parked in front of her house, you get out and meet her by her front door as she begins unlocking it. You two go inside and you follow her to her back door…she’s quiet as she steps into her backyard and you’re both greeted by an excited Bacon.

“Oh?” You look down at the dog who is waiting for his pets, “Maybe your neighbor saw wrong?”

Naomi looks at you, an awkward smile on her face before she sits down in one of the patio chairs. “Or maybe I’m a liar.” She tells you with a small chuckle, “I’m a liar and pathetic. Fantastic combo.” 

Oh. You scratch behind Bacon’s ears before taking a seat next to her, Bacon finding a spot between the two chairs and he lays down. “Bacon was an excuse to leave.” You say, putting her awkward behavior together.

“Didn’t want to be by Jeremy anymore.” Naomi frowns, “Which makes me feel like a bitch—rightfully so—but it felt hard.”

“Naomi.” You say her name and she’s looking at you expectantly. “Just talk—”

“—What am I supposed to say? There’s people out there who are great at pretending things are fine and moving on but I am not one of those people. I could talk to him, yeah. But now that I’m annoyingly aware of my feelings…I just can’t.”

You blink at her before an ironic smile makes its way to your face. “Annoyingly aware, huh?” You ask, body leaning back into the chair. “I guess we’re in the same boat. But I’m one of those people who pretend things are fine and move on, aren’t I?”

Naomi smiles at this, eyes on the side of your face. “Our differences is what makes us work so well.”

“What a pair.” You laugh. 

“We learn from one another.” She tells you, her voice is soft and endeared. “I learn how to pretend a little better and you can learn to pretend a little less. It’s how we can face reality.” 

“Maybe I don’t want to live in reality.”

“Amen, sister.” Naomi chuckles, “But even in the movies or TV shows…characters have to go through this…but a good ending is always waiting, isn’t it?”

“Depends on the movie or show, I guess.” You laugh, “What happens when our endings aren’t the kind from a fairy tale but are instead something more bittersweet?”

“It’s the journey that matters, isn’t it?” Naomi ponders, “Or is that what we have to tell ourselves?”

You look at her now, eyes focused as you think about it. “No, you’re right.”

“Anyway, sorry for stealing you away…I panicked.” 

“Honestly, it’s fine. Maybe I’m not as great at pretending as you think.” You wink at her. “But moving on is something I’ll have to do eventually. But are we really prepared to hear about my disaster dates again?”

“They’re usually pretty funny so yes.” Naomi starts cracking up when she sees how you glare at her. “I—” Naomi stops speaking when both of you are jumping in your spots, eyes darting towards the side of the backyard where the gate entrance is. She stands in panic when she hears it opening. “What the—”

“Oh.” Jeremy says as he turns the corner and spots you and Naomi on the porch, “You guys already found Bacon?” He asks, eyes going down to the dog who is already running towards him in excitement. 

“Uh, we, uh…” Naomi looks around the backyard before her eyes go to her dog who is being pet by Jeremy. “What are you doing here?”

“I was worried you wouldn’t find him.” Jeremy shrugs, smiling as he babies the dog. “Let’s be honest, this menace loves me way more than you so I thought he wouldn’t listen to you if you called out for him…me on the other hand.” He looks back up at Naomi, smirk on his face.

“Well, we—”

“I came to check if the gate was open or broken or something and that’s how he got out but then I was sure I heard talking so I came back here and here you two are.” He gestures towards you and Naomi. “Where was he? Nearby?” You smile to yourself because Jeremy always pretends to hate this dog but he’s clearly as obsessed with Bacon as Bacon is with him.

Naomi’s plump bottom lip gets sucked between her teeth, an obvious look of shame gracing her features. She blinks at Jeremy and Bacon trying to come up with a decent and believable story. 

Jeremy waits patiently but you can see how the gears are turning in his head and he’s scoffing to himself and sighing out, “Let me guess,” He looks into Naomi’s dark eyes, “Bacon never got out, right?” 

“I—”

“No, no.” Jeremy raises his hands, “No worries. It’s okay. But Naomi,” He pauses, eyes locking with hers for seconds too long and you feel invasive as you watch. “It can’t be like this forever.” He tells her and you can see how she gulps. “We’re friends. And I want to be…for the rest of our lives…so because you care about me, because I know you do, you’re going to stop hating me because we did something like…” He pauses, eyes darting towards you as you can see how he clearly forgot you were here. 

“I don’t hate you.” Naomi murmurs quietly, a hint of sass as she looks away. “It’s just…awkward.”

Well, awkward is one way to put it. Not sure the tension between them would be described as awkward though. You feel for her…you do. But you also feel for Jeremy.

“You know what?” Jeremy smiles to himself, a look of determination on his face. He quickly pulls his phone out and starts typing something. You and Naomi share a confused look before you feel your phone vibrate. You pull it out the same time Naomi looks at her phone as well and you both see a text in the group chat.

Jeremy 8:44pm

Been a while since our fancy brunches right guys? Lets do it tomorrow 

“Jeremy…” Naomi looks up from her phone, her expression looks unsure. 

“You’ll be there.” He says before leaning down and giving Bacon a few more pats on the head. “See you guys tomorrow.” And then he’s leaving the way he came in.

Naomi stands here, look of defeat before she sits back down in the chair and glances at you. 

“Brunch…yay?” You tilt your head. 

Naomi laughs at this, some tension being released as she relaxes her body. “I’m so difficult, aren’t I?”

“Pretending more?” You point at her and then point at yourself. “And pretending less?”

“Wish we didn’t have to pretend at all.” 

“To move on—”

“Wish we didn’t have to move on.” Naomi’s voice is quieter, eyes down and lip jutted out.  

Yeah, you wish that too. You aren’t sure but you think if Naomi and Jeremy actually talked, things wouldn’t be as bad as Naomi thinks but you can understand they’re both taking a route that saves the most important thing—their friendship. And talking about things neither are sure of could definitely damage that. 

Naomi doesn’t have answers but you do. And that’s the main difference between the two of you—she thinksJeremy doesn’t feel the same while you know Jimin doesn’t. 

~

It’s nearing 2 am when you finally get into bed. You and Naomi ended up hanging out until recently but you decided you wanted to sleep in your own bed, your own pillows, your own sheets. You told Jimin you would text him and you wonder if it’s too late…you slide your phone closer to you and pick it up. Finding Jimin’s text thread you decide to see if he’s still up.

y/n 1:47am

you up?

Jimin 1:47am

Did you just ‘you up?’ me????👀

y/n 1:48am

you coulda just said yes 

Jimin 1:48am

Youre the one who is trying to booty call me!!!🫵

y/n 1:48am

ha-ha 🙄

y/n 1:48am

anyway I told you I was gonna text you but I was with naomi until now

Jimin 1:50am

Its ok…I figured

Jimin 1:50am

Did you guys find her dog???

Jimin 1:50am

Jeremy was pretty worried

y/n 1:50am

ummmm yes

y/n 1:50am

sorry we didn’t get to talk earlier…we can talk now? 

Jimin 1:51am

Like you want me to come over?? This late?

Jimin 1:51am

So this IS a booty call!!!!🤔

y/n 1:52am

jimin👁👄👁

Jimin 1:52am

Hehe just kiddddddding

y/n 1:52am

but no I meant over text dummy 

Jimin 1:53am

Ohhh. No, it’s too important for that tbh…it can wait

y/n 1:53am

oh? Youre making me anxious lol at least give me a hint

Jimin 1:56am

A hint…..us?

You stare at the screen for a moment…your anxiety feeling a little worse actually. He wants to talk about the two of you? Is it about how he rejected you? About how he still doesn’t have feelings for you? Does he think you have feelings for him? And wants to address it?

Jimin 1:57am

Are things with Naomi and Jeremy still bad? 

y/n 1:57am

something like that lol I just wish theyd talk but idk how to make that happen

Jimin 1:58am

Well were all gonna feel their crazy weird (or is it sexual?🤔) tension tmrw. But it will be fun to be with everyone

y/n 1:58am

omg their tension IS sexual isn’t it????? Im so dumb for not noticing before lmao

Jimin 1:59am

……..extremely 

y/n 2:00am

hey be nice to me

Jimin 2:00am

Only if you sit next to me at brunch

y/n 2:02am

I can do that 

y/n 2:02am

we should sleep

Jimin 2:02am

Or we could keep texting since I like talking to you so much

y/n 2:02am

lol do you now

Jimin 2:02am

Why are you asking questions you already know the answer to y/n?

y/n 2:03am

maybe bc I enjoy hearing answers that I like

Jimin 2:03am

Wow its crazy how much sense that makes 

y/n 2:04am

tell me the answer before I fall asleep

Jimin 2:05am

Yes y/n I like talking to you 

Jimin 2:05am

Always have and always will

Jimin 2:05am

Sleep well, good night 🥰

You read over his last few texts a couple times, your heart racing until it crashes. He’s always been sweet and he’s always going to be sweet. You know he cares about you and it’s your own fault for mistaking his kind nature for something more…plus you know even if the feeling was mutual…you aren’t sure either of you are ready for the other.

~~~

You’re the last to make it to the usual brunch place, you can see several mimosas spread out around the table, even one where there’s an empty seat—obviously your seat. And it’s right next to Jimin. You rush to get closer to the table, eyes going around the table as you greet your friends and mutter apologies and excuses for being 40 minutes late.

“We already know you aren’t the best at setting an alarm, it’s cool.” Hoseok waves you off, “At least you showed up.”

“Remember that time y/n actually didn’t show up? She didn’t text the group until like 4pm.” Naomi laughs to herself as she recalls a memory from like three years ago. 

“If anyone remembers, it’s me!” You say in a pout as you take a seat. “No one even texted me more than once to see if I was even alive!”

“We knew when you didn’t respond to the first text that you were a lost cause.” Jeremy says as he peruses his menu. “Naomi are we going halfsies?”

“Kind of just want pancakes.” She grabs her own menu, awkwardly leaning away from Jeremy when he shows her his menu, finger pointing at something. “So I’ll skip out on the sharing thing.”

“Come on, you’re telling me you don’t want a little of this? And little of that?” He points at more things. 

“A lost cause?” You wonder more to yourself but your best friend hears you.

“Yeah.” Hoseok chuckles, “We knew you were still sleeping. Classic.”

“So this is like a regular thing for you guys?” Jungkook asks, “You guys are crazy for waking up so early all the time.” He says more towards Taehyung.

“Nah, it’s more of a them thing.” Taehyung points at you, Hoseok, Naomi and Jeremy. 

“Kind of glad I’m only a part of the friend group temporarily.” Jungkook shivers in his spot. “Imagine having to come up with a new excuse all the time just because I don’t feel like getting up early.”

“We’re the same Jungkook.” You say with a grin, “Jeremy too.”

“But we still show up.” Jeremy sets his menu down, “Because we’re best friends who care about each other and want to hang out.”

Hoseok quirks a brow at Jeremy before giving you a look. “What the fuck?” He mouths silently at you and you quickly shake your head.

“Right, totally.” Naomi sets her menu down as well. “Best of friends. All of us. Just wow, the greatest of pals.”

“Exactly.” Jeremy nods, “We wouldn’t just not hang out with one another.”

“Totally, totally.” Naomi agrees with her own stiff nod.

“Right…” You look between Naomi and Jeremy before you glance at Jimin who has been looking at his own menu. “It’s your fault I’m late, Jimin.”

“My fault?” Jimin lifts his head to get a look at you and you can see a sly smile grow as he lowers his menu, “Did I keep you up?”

“Yes.” You tell him, “I told you we should sleep but instead you wanted to talk about how much you—”

“If this is another one of those weird ass ‘he got me so wet’ situations I swear I am going to physically fight the both of you.” Hoseok interrupts. 

“Jimin got y/n wet?” Dae points at you and Jimin before a wide smile shows on her face, “I need more details. Please don’t leave anything out and—”

“You know I’m a private person.” Jimin smirks to himself before raising the menu closer again. “And—”

“Me and y/n have our own situations as well.” Jungkook chimes in with a grin, “Don’t we? Like when I was inside you and—”

“Wow.” You deadpan. “You’re never going to let go of that, are you?”

“It’s impossible to let go when we’re so connected.” Jungkook winks at you, a deep chuckle starting to stir in his chest. It only gets louder when he sees how annoyed Jimin looks as he glares down at his menu.

“Only ones who are truly connected here are me, Jimin and y/n.” Taehyung says, “Soulmates and what not.” You laugh at him as you reach for the mimosa in front of you and begin taking a sip.

“You and the whole weird ass soulmate thing.” Jungkook shakes his head with a chuckle. “Were you this sprung before or after you all had a threesome?”

You accidentally spit out your drink, hand covering your mouth as you cough. “A what now?” You say with wide eyes, “We never—”

“You fucked Jimin and Taehyung?!” Hoseok shouts across the table.

“Respect.” Dae nods.

“So she’s always had a thing for hooking up with a pair of besties…” Jeremy says towards Naomi and she slaps his arm. 

“Taehyung.” Jimin scolds lightly, “What the hell is he talking about?”

“Taehyung, didn’t you tell me some time in college that you three had a threesome, right?” Jungkook asks. 

Taehyung looks up as if really thinking about it before realization dawns on him. “Ah! No, no, no. I told you about a dream I had where we all—”

“It was just about a dream?!” Jungkook looks a little disappointed. “But it was so vivid, even I could see what you described so clearly.”

You feel yourself grow warm at this, “Oh my god.” You try not to laugh, “You cannot be serious.”

“Unfortunately I think he is.” Jimin sighs out.

“Yeah, yeah.” Taehyung waves everyone off, “It was just a dream.” Then he is suddenly saluting the sky, “And what a dream it was.”

“Who should slap him?” You ask Jimin, “Me or you?”

“You guys are debating who should spank me?” Taehyung raises his brows, “Both, please.”

Jimin locks eyes with you, “If we just start ignoring him—”

“Unfortunately my brother only becomes stronger when he’s ignored.” Dae warns with a playful eye roll. “Anyway, now that y/ns here we can finally order!”

“Sorry.” You mumble. “You guys didn’t have to wait for me.”

“We’re all best friends, we would do anything for one another.” Jeremy picks up his menu again, “Right, Naomi?”

“Totally. Friends of the century. That’s who we are.”

“Weird.” Hoseok looks over at Naomi and Jeremy. “Anyway, Jungkook don’t forget I’m taking Friday off.”

“I remember.” Jungkook nods, “I wish I could also take a day off.”

“You’re the boss, you can do whatever you want.” You tell him. “But I just can’t see Mr. Jeon even wanting a day off.”

“Ew, don’t talk about him.” Jungkook grimaces, “It’s not working hours therefore I hate that guy.”

“Your mom probably loves that guy, huh?” You joke with him, remembering the things he told you about his parents.

“Pretty sure my mother is clinically insane.” Jungkook says with a straight face before he cracks a small smile, “But no, even though I thought I perfected ‘Mr. Jeon’ I still don’t think she approves.”

“I remember meeting your mom years ago.” Taehyung shudders, “That is the scariest person I have ever met….and the hottest old lady I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh gross, dude.” Jungkook glares at Taehyung with disapproval. 

“I call it like I see it.” Taehyung shrugs. “I think how mean she was is what made me—”

“Anyway,” You cut in just in time. “Everyone’s ready to order?” 

“Yeah.” Naomi responds, “I’m trying this breakfast burrito.”

“What happened to pancakes?” Jeremy asks, “What if I get pancakes and you get the burrito and we split?”

“I’m good.” She says.

The server comes to your table and you each give your order. You decide on French toast today but you aren’t even really hungry and that becomes apparent to Jimin when he sees you picking at your food, barely a proper bite taken. 

“You don’t like it?” Jimin leans into you, “Want some of my food instead?” He now gestures towards his omelet. 

“Oh no….” You smile at him, “I’m just really not that hungry.”

“Is it good at least?” Jimin eyes your food and you start cutting into it and raise your fork towards him.

“Want to try it?”

“No, no.” He laughs, “I was just curious.”

“I’ll try it!” Jungkook shouts over the other chatter, “I want a bite!”

At this, Jimin wraps his fingers around your hand and brings the fork to his mouth before he’s eating the French toast.

“Hey!” Jungkook whines, “I wanted that.”

“Well, it’s mine.” Jimin chews the food and swallows dramatically before whipping his head in Jungkook’s direction. “And I’m not sharing.”

“It’s not your food though.” Jungkook tilts his head but a devious smirk starts forming, “But okay, okay.” He raises his hands in surrender. “No sharing, I guess.”

“But you’d share with me, right?” Taehyung asks Jimin with big innocent eyes but Jimin only rolls his.

“In your dreams, Taehyung.”

“Literally.” Taehyung shrugs.

“So y/n,” Jeremy swallows his own food, “Where’s Namjoon? Is he on his book tour yet?”

The action of you picking at your food with a fork comes to an abrupt stop. “Oh, um.” You lift your eyes to Jeremy’s face. “Yeah, I think he leaves this week or something, I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“Well, we aren’t, uh…”

“I’m curious too.” Jimin says from beside you. “You never explained.”

You feel your heart in your ears. “It just didn’t work out.”

“What???” Jeremy slumps his shoulders with a pout. “But he was so cool! I thought he wanted to be with you? But you rejected him?”

“The opposite actually.” You mumble, action of playing with your food resuming.

“He didn’t like you anymore?” Jeremy asks.

“Jeremy stop asking questions.” Naomi scolds him.

“No he still liked me…” You glance around the table awkwardly, “But he didn’t want to be with me.” 

“Why?” Jimin is the one asking this.

“Eh, I don’t really feel like getting into it now.” You chuckle to ease some of the tension you feel running through your body. “Was bad enough that I got rejected twice in a 24 hour time span.”

“Twice?” Jimin asks quietly, his brows furrowing in confusion. “Who…” But his words die on early as he cuts himself off from finishing that question.

“Anyway, no more Namjoon, sorry Jeremy. I know he was your man crush.”

“It’s okay.” Jeremy waves you off, “Only man I have on a crush now…is myself.”

“Are you joining the journey?” Taehyung speaks up with an excited glint in his eye. “The journey of a real man.”

“I am.” Jeremy states firmly, “I’m going to love myself.”

“I’m also…going to love myself.” Hoseok chimes in with a determined expression, “Because real men understand self-love.” 

“That’s right, my brothers.” Taehyung nods, his eyes closing as he soaks in the moment. “Don’t make me schedule another men’s day, because you know I will.”

“Oh for the love of god.” Dae groans, “This again?”

“What exactly is this?” Jungkook looks around the table, “And why do I love it so much?”

“Of course.” You shake your head as you start laughing. “You would.”

“I also want to love myself.” Jungkook stands up dramatically. “Because I am also a man.”

“Oh my god, please sit down.” You throw your hands to your face and then the person you least expect to join in speaks up next.

“Men.” Jimin says loudly, eyes on his friends. “Who do we love?”

“Ourselves!” The other guys start chanting. 

“Women want us and men—”

“ALSO WANT US!” 

“I am literally dying of embarrassment.” You groan as you glance around, thankful that no other tables are paying too much attention to you guys.

“I needed this guys.” Jungkook says, finally sitting down again. “Please include me on the next men’s day. Whatever that is.”

“It’s where they go out during the day and do manly things, apparently. Like…what was it again?” Naomi asks you, “Fist fights and catching their own food?”

“That sounds so fucking badass.” Jungkook nods along to Naomi’s words. 

Jeremy, Hoseok, Taehyung and Jimin all share a look before clearing their throats, “Yes, yes. That’s what we do.” Taehyung says.

“And at night they go to hook up with girls.”

“It’s awesome.” Hoseok adds.

“I’m literally right here?” Dae deadpans. 

“No offense but on men’s day none of you girls exist.” Taehyung says as he stuffs his mouth with his food.

“I’m your sister, asshole.”

“And on men’s day I’m an only child.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll exist to me.” Hoseok nudges Dae’s shoulder. “But like only in my heart.”

“Whatever.” She rolls her eyes playfully, “I’m sure your dick will remember my existence when you want to fuck later.”

“Dae!!!!!!” Taehyung cries out, “I’m right here! Your brother!”

“Thought you were an only child, my bad.”

Taehyung: 0. Dae: 1. 

~~~

The week has been going surprisingly fast. It’s already Thursday and you’re feeling the excitement that tomorrow is Friday and you can just relax. Work has been busy, Jungkook—Mr. Jeon—has been tasking so many extra projects but the busy work makes days zoom by. They also make you tired as hell. You aren’t the only one though, Jimin has sent you multiple texts throughout the week about how exhausting rehearsals have been but he does want to talk to you sooner rather than later.

You lay in your bed, sleep feeling so inviting as you scroll through your phone. Hoseok texts you reminding you that he has tomorrow off since he will be visiting Dae for the weekend. You were going to ask Naomi to hang out tomorrow but she lets you know that Jeremy is ‘forcing’ her to hang out like they always have since they’re such great pals. You don’t invite yourself since you’re hoping this hang out will help things between them. 

You’re going to ask Jimin if he wants to do something…but he wants to talk. Something that you realize you’re avoiding even though you know it’s best to just get it over with—rip the band-aid off. Right before you are able to text Jimin you get texts from someone else. Jungkook. He asks to hang out tomorrow night and you decide that’s the route you’re going to go. Kick back with a friend avoiding your problems. Sounds good to you.

~

You’re grateful that Jungkook believes in ‘Freedom Fridays’ as he puts it. It’s where everyone has a more relaxing work day and like usual, everyone leaves a little earlier. You got home around 3pm today, cleaning around your apartment and making something for dinner. Jungkook sends you a text around 7, letting you know he was about to head over. 

After 30 or so minutes, there’s loud knocking on your front door and you know it’s Jungkook. You open it, greeting him with a smile as he removes his shoes and glances around your apartment.

“So this is what the inside looks like.” He says, “Very you.”

“Very me?” You lift a brow at him, “How so?”

Jungkook gestures around the place, “Eh, you know.” And you laugh at this, making him chuckle as well.

“Does your place look like you?” You ask, leading him towards your living room.

“I’m rich, y/n. My place was decorated by professionals. Might be a good thing though because if it was up to me I probably wouldn’t even have real pillows.” He shrugs, taking a seat on your sofa. “Nice couch.”

“Thanks,” You sit on the other side, “But…is it comfortable living in a place that has none of you know, you, spread throughout?” 

“Eh,” He shrugs again. “Maybe one day I’ll meet someone and they’ll know me so well that they can help me decorate properly and home can actually feel like home.”

“Jungkook,” You frown a little, “Sometimes you say really sad stuff in the most nonchalant way.”

“Are we playing therapists again?” He asks with a smirk, “Doctor y/n? Oh my, please wear a sexy—”

“Anyway, do you want water or something? I have wine and beer too.”

“I’ll take a beer.” 

“Oh,” You sing out as you stand up, “I’ll have one as well.” You head towards your kitchen fridge and pull out two beers from inside. After popping off the caps, you go back into your living room, passing Jungkook one.

“Cheers.” You say, tipping your beer in his direction as you sit again. “So, when does Mr. Lincoln come back anyway?”

“He said some time in September.” 

“Where did he even go? Like, what is he doing?”

“He and my aunt are on a long vacation.” He chuckles before he sips his beer. “She was always nagging him for never spending time with her properly. Don’t think they’ve vacationed together since their honeymoon a million years ago.”

“Damn.” You sip your beer as well, “Well, you’ve been a nice replacement.” You tell him honestly. “I can tell you really care about everyone and what we do. No offense, since he’s your uncle, but Mr. Lincoln doesn’t necessarily share your vision for things.” You laugh a little, Jungkook joining you.

“He’s just tired,” Jungkook shows you a small smile. “He wants to retire but he knows that’s some years away.”

“Oh.” You nod.

“I wonder if that’ll be me one day.” Jungkook’s lips fall, “Stuck in a job I don’t care about.”

“You’re good at this though—”

“Doesn’t mean I actually enjoy it.” He tells you, voice a little more serious. “I’m just…I don’t want others to suffer because of my own perspective. I want people to…I don’t know, not hate their job even if I do.”

“So you try to make it more enjoyable for everyone?” 

“I just try to make it the best situation I can. Plus,” He finally lightens up, cracking his usual grin. “With all my mommy and daddy issues, I’m sure we can conclude that some part of me is doing my very best for their approval.” 

You can’t help but laugh at this, despite there probably being some sad truth to that. “Well,” You eye him sincerely, “You’re doing a good job. And I think everyone is wishing you were replacing Mr. Lincoln permanently.” 

“I wish.” He takes another sip of his beer, “Anything to get away from my parent’s company.”

“If you could do anything else…what would you do?” You ask him, voice soft. “Any dreams?”

“I don’t even know.” He laughs, “I was never given any kind of opportunity to dream.”

“Jungkook…” You say quietly as you nibble on your lips, “Isn’t there anything you like?”

“Hmm.” He brings his beer to his lips again, taking a few gulps before answering. “Pictures?”

“Pictures?” You ask him, “Like…taking pictures?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “It’s fun. But of course…I’d never do anything with that.”

“Why not?”

“How could I?”

“You don’t have to try to make a career out of it or anything but Jungkook…if you enjoy it why don’t you do it on the side? Could be your stress relief.” 

Jungkook thinks about what you said for a few moments before lifting his eyes to meet yours and he smiles, his two front teeth poking out between his lips. “Yeah, maybe.” 

“I think—” You stop when you hear knocking on your front door and your face falls into genuine confusion. Is it a neighbor? Or? You stand from the sofa and go to the front door and look through the peephole and much to your surprise, you see Jimin standing on the other side.

“Jimin?” You open the door to reveal the man standing in front of you now, his dark hair falling over his forehead. He’s wearing black dress pants and a soft looking white sweater tucked in and he looks so cozy yet expensive—you guess when you’re this good looking…

“Hey.” He says, lips curving into a smile. “Sorry for showing up unannounced. I was nearby and thought I could—” His eyes go from you to behind you and you notice his face fall immediately. “Oh.” Jimin’s gaze is back on you, “I didn’t know you had company.” He says, clearly referring to Jungkook sitting on the couch behind you.

“Oh?” You glance over at Jungkook. “Yeah, we’re just chilling.”

“I see.” Jimin swallows, “Okay, sorry.”

“Sorry?” You tilt your head, clearly confused why he’s acting like it’s a big deal. “Are you going to come inside?”

“No, it’s okay.” He looks stiff as he talks to you. “Don’t want to intru—”

“Jimin, don’t be ridiculous. Come inside.” You reach for his hand and pull him inside, “Hang out.”

“Yeah, dude!” Jungkook calls out, “Hang out!”

“O…kay.” Jimin steps further into your apartment, slipping his shoes off before going into your living room. “Hey man.” He greets Jungkook properly, taking a seat on the couch.

“Hey dude.” Jungkook tips his beer and winks. “Want one?”

“Are you just offering away my alcohol?” You chuckle as you go into your kitchen to grab a beer for Jimin. “You’re going to buy me more then.”

“I’m rich, love. I’ll buy you whatever you want.” Jungkook winks at Jimin again and Jimin can feel his insides twist. 

“Call me that again and I am never offering drinks to you again.” You joke as you come into the living room, handing Jimin a beer. “Here.” You say as you sit right next to him. 

“Thanks.” Jimin murmurs, “So what are you guys doing?”

“Eh, I just got here not too long ago. Just been talking about life.” Jungkook fills Jimin in. “I was just telling y/n how pretty she looked at work today. Don’t get me wrong,” Jungkook motions towards you, “Casual outfits are totally my thing but today she wore a skirt!” 

“First, you were not telling me that.” You roll your eyes, “And second, it was just a more comfortable option…I didn’t feel like wearing pants!”

“y/n is pretty all the time.” Jimin can’t help but clench his jaw, “With or without pants on.” And then his eyes are widening. “Wait, that sounds—”

“How about we don’t get into how that sounds.” You can’t help but laugh. “How was rehearsals today, Jimin?”

“Good. Lucy is finishing up the costumes and I have to say, she might be a little crazy but that girl knows how to make some badass designs.” Jimin tells you, “She seems to be doing pretty okay by the way.” He says before you can even ask, the question on your tongue but he relaxes you with his assurance. 

“Oh.” You blink at him. “Good.”

“Who is Lucy?” Jungkook asks. 

“A girl we know. Someone I’m grateful to…for a couple of reasons.” Jimin answers before sipping his beer. 

“Yeah, she’s an old friend.” You look down at your lap, “She’s kind of the whole reason I met Jimin again.”

“Oh?” Jungkook’s eyes widen, “That’s cool so she’s friends with Jimin too…well, they obviously work together so that makes sense—”

“They used to have sex.” You blurt out making Jimin choke on air and Jungkook looking surprised before nodding along. “Anyway…” Your cheeks are heating up, “Yeah.”

“Interesting.” Is all Jungkook says.

“It’s really not.” Jimin chews his lips, “It was before I met y/n again or else I…”

“Or else you…?” You repeat his words slowly, eyes boring into his before he looks ahead instead of you.

“I don’t know.” He chuckles softly, “If I saw you before that…you would have been enough for me to feel happy again, maybe. Then I wouldn’t have needed Lucy…I don’t know. It doesn’t matter though,” He starts to smile to himself, eyes going to the ceiling fan. “Since that’s not how it all happened.”

“Happy…again?” Jungkook tilts his head. “Did something happen? Damn, do we all need therapy?”

Jimin actually laughs at this, loudly too. He looks over at Jungkook and offers him a gentle smile. “Yeah, maybe therapy isn’t such a bad idea.”

This statement makes you heart hurt a bit, a frown decorating your face because you know Jimin means it. He’s still healing, still hurting. 

“Oh hell yeah. I love this. We’re all fucked up. Not just me, makes me feel a bit better.” Jungkook laughs too, his drink rising in the air as he cheers to all of life’s woes before chugging the remainder of his drink. 

You sit here, quietly drinking your own beer as you feel the discomfort grow more and more in your heart. You’ll never get used to Jimin’s heartache because it always feels like your own…and now that you’re ‘annoyingly aware’ of your feelings—you feel it tenfold. 

The three of you chat for a while, talking about this and that. 

“I’m so lucky.” Jungkook grins at you, “I get to see y/n every day at work and I even get to see her on weekends!” He sings out, his bragging starting to annoy Jimin even more. “Jimin, how could you handle having dated her? Seeing a face that pretty all the time.”

“Oh my god, shut up.” You laugh, cheeks heating up. “You’re too much sometimes.”

“It’s too much to be told the truth?” Jungkook waves you off, “I’m just stating facts. Someone as pretty as you should be told. Right, Jimin?”

“Yeah.” Jimin pulls his phone out to check the time, his obvious dismissal making Jungkook more motivated.

“I would tell her at work but that would be inappropriate.” 

“You’re the boss you—” You start to say but Jungkook shakes his head.

“Exactly. Imagine what everyone would think?! The rumors would spread that you’re sleeping with me to get a raise.”

You burst out into laughter, “Would that help me get a raise?” You ask with a raised brow, “If so—”

“Well, I’m not saying it wouldn’t help.” Jungkook cracks up too. Jimin sits between you both with a stoic expression.

“Should I leave so you guys can hook up or whatever?” Jimin finally mumbles, “Don’t want to be in the way of your work fantasy or whatever.”

“We’re obviously joking.” You say, giggles still leaving your mouth. “I—”

“Right.” Jimin stands from the couch, “Can I grab another drink?”

“Sure.” You tell him, your smile fading when you sense how tense Jimin is. “Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Jimin offers a sarcastic smile before heading to the kitchen.

“What’s with him?” You lean to the left to whisper to Jungkook, he just smiles deviously before dismissing your concern.

“He’s fine, he’s fine.” 

“Anyway,” You lay back on the sofa, “Can you believe it’s already 10?”

“Time flies when you’re having fun.” Jungkook winks at you, “I do got to pee though. Bathroom?”

“There.” You point.

“Cool.” He gets up to use the restroom. You decide to stand and go to the kitchen where Jimin is, he’s still browsing your fridge when he pulls out his beer plus a bottle of water. 

“Hi.” You come behind him, slightly startling him but he relaxes with your close proximity. “You seemed a bit mad earlier so I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine.” He tells you but you aren’t super convinced. “Just tired.”

“Oh, why don’t you go get some rest then?” You lean against your kitchen island, Jimin’s eyes on yours before he leans against it as well.

“Would rather be here.” He says softly, a torturous expression drawn on his face. “With you.”

“So you like talking to me and being with me.” You tease him. “Good.”

“y/n…” Jimin pauses to take a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours…his gaze feels intense with something vulnerable but also something thrilling. “You mentioned at brunch…getting rejected twice…” 

Any semblance of a smile immediately disappears from your face as you realize what he’s referring to. “Oh…” You bite down onto your bottom lip. “Okay?”

“Did you think I—”

“Oh? Party in the kitchen?” Jungkook interrupts and Jimin slowly closes his eyes in annoyance again. “Sweet.”

Jimin lifts himself from the island and turns towards Jungkook, “Not really.” 

“Oh you don’t want to party here?” Jungkook smirks before his eyes go to you, “Okay, y/n. Just a party for two then.”

“Yeah, you’d like that, right?” Jimin snaps a little, eyes going from Jungkook to you and you pull your brows together at Jimin’s sudden outburst. “Want y/n all for yourself?”

“Well, I wouldn’t hate that.” Jungkook challenges, cocky as ever. 

Jimin closes his eyes again, his frustration building more intensely now. “Yeah, I’m sure she would love it too.”

You watch as Jimin is reaching what looks like a breaking point. He’s jealous. You see it so clearly now. He. Is. Jealous. And you aren’t sure how fair that is considering…

“Jimin.” You say his name in warning. “Relax, would you?”

“Yeah, Jimin, relax.” Jungkook repeats. “It’s not like she’s your girlfriend, right?”

“Shut up.” Jimin spits out, more annoyed than before. 

“Hey.” You warn again, “Why are—”

“Should I leave?” Jimin asks you, his eyes find you and you almost want to cower under this kind of gaze. You hesitate in answering mostly because you can’t form words with his eyes on you like this. But Jimin is running out of patience. “Fuck it, I’ll leave then.”

You blink a few times before you’re about to speak up but Jungkook beats you to it. “No, no.” He says, confidence oozing from his voice. You watch as an evil and satisfied grin forms on his lips, “I got to go actually. But you should stay Jimin.” 

“You’re leaving?” You ask Jungkook, who is already heading towards the door and slipping his shoes back on.

“Yeah, got stuff to do. But you can thank me later. Toodles.” He winks at both of you.

“Thank…?” You have never been more confused. Jungkook waves bye to both of you before seeing himself out. Once the door is shut behind you, you turn to Jimin who looks as confused as you. “Jimin.” You say his name, snapping him out of his thoughts. “What was that?”

Jimin releases a long breath, look of annoyance back on his face. “What was what?” He grumbles.

“Don’t play dumb.” You start to scold, “You were being mean. And I don’t get why.”

“You don’t get why?” Jimin stares at you incredulously. “He’s a girlfriend stealer.” He says more under his breath but you hear him perfectly. You scoff at his words, your own annoyance building. 

“You’re acting jealous.” You tell it to him straight. “And frankly I don’t find it fair.”

“You don’t find it fair?” 

“You literally rejected me not that long ago so yeah, no, I don’t find it fair.” You continue with your straight forward honesty. “You don’t get to say you feel nothing for me then act jealous when you feel threatened by another dude.” 

“Feel noth….hold on, just hold on.” Jimin sighs out, his frustration building again as he licks his lips repeatedly, trying to figure out what to say. “This is…this is why I said I wanted to talk to you.”

“Fine.” You huff out, “Let’s talk then.” 

Jimin takes a few breaths, his brows pinching in concentration, his mind buzzing with a million words. “y/n…” He looks up, eyes on you and you find it hard to swallow. His annoyance, his anger, his jealousy…it’s all disappeared. He only looks soft now. Maybe even vulnerable. 

“Yeah?” You speak quietly. 

“I wanted to talk to you…since the night you told me you were going to try things out with Namjoon…I didn’t—I couldn’t—I just…I kept quiet because I didn’t think it was fair to you or Namjoon to express what I was feeling. Am feeling.” 

Your heart is doing a million things right now but the most annoying thing it’s doing is beating so loudly in your ears that Jimin’s voice isn’t the only thing you’re focused on.

“I didn’t agree with your reasons…about Namjoon…you already knew that. But I have no right to tell you what to do. If that’s what you really wanted because I care so much about you…then I support you. But it sucked fucking ass for me.” He chuckles quietly. “Because how could I watch you fall in love with someone else?” He tries to swallow, his eyes looking glossy as he gazes at you. 

“Jimin—”

“But you were right. It’s not fair that I got to experience love more than once, right? You wanted that too, right?” His voice is strained. “But why did you and Namjoon end things?” 

You feel like things are frozen. You’re frozen. You can’t tear your eyes off Jimin and you can’t manage parting your lips to speak. 

“I felt like I couldn’t tell you so much because of him being in the picture but if he’s not—”

“—He’s not.” You cut in, suddenly capable of speaking. “He’s smart. He saw right through me.” 

“Saw through you?”

You nod.

“Okay…” Jimin releases a long breath, he looks at you, feet moving on their own as he steps closer. “Then I can say what I didn’t say the night you asked me about my feelings.”

“You said you didn’t have feelings for me.” You tell him bluntly, but you shake your head and try to smile. “Which is okay—”

“—No,” Jimin’s expression is almost pained. “You asked me if I still have feelings for you.”

“And you said no.”

“Yeah.” He agrees so easily, making your heart thump dangerously hard. “I don’t still have feelings for you, y/n.” He tells you and it hurts even more the second time. “Still…that implies that my feelings are just a continuation from the past. And that is not the case…you know that’s not the case. I was away from you for five years. I fell in love with someone else at the time.”

You know this. And it’s stinging.

“So, no, I don’t still have feelings for you.” Jimin steps closer, hands reaching towards you and your body feels like it’s on fire when his fingers make contact with yours. “I’m not still in love with you, y/n.” He swallows hard, eyes still glazed over. “I fell in love with you…” He pauses once more, fingers grasping yours and you can see an overwhelmed expression in his eyes alone. “…Again.” 

“A-Again?” You trip on the one word you’re able to say. He looks at you with sincerity and you know you believe him.

“Yeah.” He nods, stepping closer again. “It’s obvious, right?” He asks you, voice tender. “That’s why you asked me…”

“Oh.” You feel your breath caught in your throat, chest feeling tight because breathing feels hard. Not because of doubt, not because of anxiety but because it’s…

“I just really…” He slowly closes his eyes, steadying his own breaths, trying to remain calm but his emotions are spilling out. “I feel so strongly for you, y/n.” He opens his eyes again, searching yours for answers. “It’d be nice if you could tell me how you feel too.” He laughs a little, despite feeling nervous so suddenly.

And now you’re the one trying to give him every ounce of reassurance he’s so clearly looking for…you feel your body relax, you feel the previous nerves dissipate, you feel something so calm and serene fill you instead. “Jimin.” You say his name, the way you always have that he’s so familiar with and he’s on edge, hanging on to the word like his life depends on it. He waits for you to continue. 

“I’m obvious too, right?” You breathe out, an airy chuckle escapes you. Jimin gazes at you before he releases a long sigh and he’s laughing alongside you.

“Yeah.” He nods, eyes getting watery as his smile remains wide on his face. “You are.” He admits between laughs, “We both are.” 

You smile at him but your brows pull together, “Why are you about to cry?” You question softly, “This is good, right?”

He only continues to smile and laugh lightly at himself, but his eyes wet with actual tears and you see how they threaten to fall. “Sorry that I’m emotional.” He tries to stay without his voice shaking. “It’s just a lot for me right now.” He admits. 

“Jimin,” You do what you know. You hug him. Arms wrapping around him tightly. 

He laughs into your neck, feeling a little embarrassed but he hugs you back, “I think I love you even more than I did the first time.” He says into your skin, “And…” He loosens his grip and pulls away from you just slightly. He knows this is a part of the conversation he planned with you—the part that isn’t overwhelmingly positive. 

“And?”

“I’m conflicted.” He admits, eyes watering all over again. “It feels a little messy right now and I’m not sure I’m even ready for something like this…something as serious as I take you.” 

“Then just take me.” You aren’t even ashamed from how quickly you said that. You lean into him, breaths heavier as they mingle with his. He eyes you over, slight confusion on his face.

“What?” He breathes out softly.

“Just take me, Jimin.” You repeat. You raise your hand to his cheek, barely stroking it with your fingers. Jimin gazes at you and his eyes fill with so many different emotions. Until there is no emotion—just fire. 

His hand reaches for yours, fingers wrapping around it and he’s tugging you closer to him. “Then I will.” He rasps out before he’s got his lips on yours. He’s got you moaning into his mouth before he’s even properly kissing you. The need for this, the desire…it’s too strong to act like you aren’t already delirious for this man. 

Everything is happening so fast, nothing like the last time—everything is pure fire. A large, wild fire that spreads across your bodies and it is out of your control. Last time, things were slow, things were tame, things were just a flame that grew bigger and bigger. But today, right now, you are caught in something no one can put out and save either of you. 

Jimin’s hands grip your waist, pulling you so close to him as his lips move over yours, kisses so heated and sloppy and both of you never too ashamed to vocalize how good it feels. He pulls away from you, lips still brushing against yours as he takes your hand and rubs it over his bulge.

“Feel me?” He pants into your mouth. “Or is this not enough?”

“Not enough.” You feel drugged. 

“When will it feel like enough?” Jimin’s other hand goes to his pants button, fingers quickly undoing it and unzipping. “Hm?” He takes your hand and slips it underneath his pants and briefs, the sudden contact with his unbelievably warm skin has you squeezing your thighs together. “When will it be enough?” He asks again, your fingers finding his hard length and he groans into your mouth and then whines when you squeeze him.

“When you’re inside me.” You say.

“And I want nothing more than to be enough for you.” Jimin leans forward and kisses you, lips slotted between yours for a long kiss that leaves you breathless. And before you can register anything, you’re suddenly inside your bedroom, body against the mattress with Jimin’s cock sliding between your folds, teasing you for all you’re worth.

“I’m going to taste you, stretch you, fill you.” Jimin’s fingers dig into your hips as he slides his tongue up your throat, “And you’re going to fall apart, aren’t you?” 

“Jimin.” You mewl, your fingers wrapped around his length and he hisses when you tease your hole with his tip. “I need you to make me feel your absence. Fuck me like I’m yours.”

“I’m going to fuck you because you are mine.” He knows what you’re doing. You want to be fucked now. You don’t care about preparation. You want the burn. You want the stretch of his cock being the thing that splits you apart. “You sure?” His face falls into the crook of your neck, trying his hardest to hold back, his hardest not to push his member into you with heated desperation.

“It won’t be enough unless it’s like this.” You tease him. “Won’t be enough unless I feel you ruin me.”

“Fuck, baby.” Jimin places kisses on your neck, “Condom in the nightstand?”

“Yes.” You continue to slide his cock around, your wetness enough for it to get soaked as the head of his cock plays with your clit. “Hurry.”

Jimin lifts himself from you to grab a condom, he quickly opens the package and slides the condom over his dick…nice and slow as he gazes at you with that same fire. “Can you get on your hands and knees for me?”

“Depends,” You lick your lips before biting down on your bottom one, “Going to make me come like that?”

“I can make you come in any position.” Jimin’s sly grin only turns you on more, “And you know I’m more than willing to test that theory. Now put your sweet ass in the air so I can fuck you the way you’ve been dreaming of.” 

Your skin is on fire. Jimin’s hands are scorching hot as he grabs onto your hips when you’re giving him the view he’s fantasized over and over. “Your pussy looks delicious like this.” He tells you, his fingers spreading your folds apart as you arch your back more for him. 

“Jimin…” You whine, “Don’t make me wa—”

You’re immediately melting, face falling into the pillow when Jimin’s cock is at your hole, slowly invading every little sensation your body is allowing. He whispers words to you as he eases his member slowly, your walls sucking him right in and he’s groaning out loud at how tight you are, pussy swallowing him inch by inch. 

“Ah,” Jimin slams his eyes shut, “My baby feels so fucking good.” And he knows he’s a goner, this view of you is so dreamy. He opens his eyes again, watching how he slides his cock as deep as it goes, your back arched and ass jiggling when his hips meet it with a hard thrust. 

Pulling out just enough to slide back in, feeling how you’ve quickly adjusted—he starts fucking you. God, he could listen to the way you cry out in pleasure because of his cock every second of the day. You’re tight, almost suffocating but it feels too heavenly to even comment on. He pushes himself inside you over and over, soft grunts leaving his lips as he gets lost in this absolute bliss.

“Jimin…” You moan, “I—” But you’re cut off with your own whimper when he guides you up, your back meeting his chest as he fucks into you harder. His hands are everywhere but they get really comfortable in his two favorite spots—one on your breast and the other on your clit. “Fuck.” You feel the way he’s angling his cock just right. “Like that, yes.” You moan again, “Fuck, Jimin. Don’t make me come this soon.” 

“I have to.” He plants sloppy kisses on your shoulder, “Baby.” 

He’s thrusting harder, groaning in your ear as his fingers soak themselves rubbing your clit so quickly. “Tell me you can come…” He pants, “Tell me you’ll squeeze me as I come for you, getting every last drop.”

“Y-Yes.” You cry out. “Fuck, yes.”

“Yeah?” Jimin slams into you with less precision, “Going to come all over my cock? Going to fall apart for me babe? Going to,” He pushes in, your walls clench so hard. “Fuck, y/n. Going to create such a mess for me?” 

“Fuck, Jimin. I’m coming.” You warn him, body tensing as you feel the rise of euphoria. “Come too, come for me. Fill that condom with your cum and imagine you’re filling my cunt up with it.”

“y/n….” Jimin’s hips grind into you before he’s going still, his lips parted with disoriented moans escaping him. “Fuck yes, I’m coming.” He cries out, your walls tight around him as you feel your own high break you apart. 

You both pant, the room loud with heavy breaths as you ride it out together and come down from sex you’ve been needing. Jimin wraps his arms around you, hugging you tight as he kisses below your ear. “You feel amazing, babe.” He whispers, “You’ll always be my favorite feeling.”

Your body feels weak as you and Jimin slowly fall to the mattress, his length slipping out of you before he’s placing another kiss to your neck. You wince at the wet feeling between your legs but you ignore it because right now, you’re in Jimin’s arms and no feeling can outshine this one. 

~

“You’re pretty.” Jimin stares into your eyes as the both of you snuggle in your sheets, “Prettiest in the world.”

You smile, cheeks feeling warm. “Thanks.”

“What?” Jimin narrows his eyes playfully, “You hear it from Jungkook so often you’ve become immune to compliments?”

“Stop.” You roll your eyes, “He’s harmless.”

“Maybe.” Jimin shakes his head, “But tell me my words mean—”

“My hearts going crazy when it comes from you.” You tell him. “It’s almost annoying, actually.” Jimin listens to your words before he breaks out into a proud grin.

“Yeah?” He snuggles closer, “I make you—”

“You make me feel what I’ve been yearning for…for so long.” You admit with a chuckle, cheeks still heating up. 

“And what’s that?”

“Loving someone like this.” You say it simply. “I finally have it again.”

Jimin’s expression softens so much that you’re sure he’s going to melt. “I love you.” He whispers, “But my feelings for you are way ahead of my brain, I think…wait, wait.” He smiles when he sees the concern in your eyes. “I just mean I’m not perfect. But if we can just go slowly and stay lowkey for a little while I think it would be better for us…”

“Ah.” You nod in understanding, “We shouldn’t jump into anything crazy without making sure we’re fully ready, huh?”

“It’s not that I’m not ready to be so in love with you—I already am—it’s just life has thrown some crazy things my way and I’m not sure I’m—”

“I know.” You tell him, voice reassuring. “Lowkey it is.” Jimin’s lips lift before he leans in to peck your lips. 

“Pretty girl.” He says as you blink at him sleepily, “Mine.”

~~~

It’s no surprise when Jimin finds himself in your apartment, in your bed, in your arms every night for the next week. He comes to your place after rehearsal, greeting you with a million kisses to your lips, to your jaw, to your throat, to your collarbone, to your breasts—well, everywhere. 

It’s another Friday night and you’re distressing from the work week…sitting atop your kitchen island counter, legs spread as Jimin groans into you, head between your legs. His tongue knows you so well, it’s familiar with you but you realize the more you two get intimate the more you notice how he’s gotten even more talented in making you come for him—he’s dangerous, after all.

His tongue and teeth play with you, fooling you and teasing you into what you think will be your next orgasm but he always pulls back. His mouth shining with your arousal, his tongue swiping his lips to continue tasting you despite the fact he’s watching you cry out in frustration as he tortures you.

“Jimin.” You whine, “You’re being so unfair.”

“The only thing that’s unfair,” Jimin’s voice is low, eyes staying on you as two of his fingers suddenly push inside your entrance. “Is how only I get to see you like this.” He curls his fingers inside you making you tense in pleasure. “Am I selfish? I have the most gorgeous person on the planet, on top of a kitchen counter with her legs spread for me, moaning for me and giving me such a show.” 

“What?” You open your eyes to smirk at him, heavy breaths leaving you. “Should I give others—”

“—Careful, baby.” Jimin starts moving his fingers more, “Finish that sentence and I might ruin you.” 

“So you admit you’re selfish then?” You tease, eyes heavy as you try to stay composed but his fingers are fucking you into a mess. 

“Very.” He admits, sly smile on his glistening lips. He leans to the side to peck your inner thigh, “I pity others because they don’t have you. But y/n, only one who ever gets you like this is me. And the only one who gets me like this is you. You’d ruin me just as much, wouldn’t you?”

“Look at you, Jimin.” You struggle to speak as moans and curses leave your mouth. “Look at what I have you doing for me.” You bite down onto your bottom lip before your hand goes to the back of his head, fingers brushing through his hair before you tug at it. 

You guide Jimin’s face back to your core and his tongue starts toying you expertly again, seductive eyes on you as his tongue slides between your folds.

“I already have you ruined.” You moan, “Don’t I?” 

He doesn’t have to answer because you know the truth and the truth comes to light in mere seconds when you come on his tongue, thighs squeezing around his head as you ride it out. This is beyond pleasure…this is ecstasy. This is Jimin. 

~

Another week passes, weekday evenings spent with Jimin massaging your shoulders after a long day at work, kisses between bites of shared dinners, music videos on YouTube, venting about your days, cuddling on the couch and an impressive amount of sex. 

It’s been nice, if you’re honest. It’s been feeling like home lately. It feels like nothing’s changed and everything’s changed. You agreed to keep it lowkey so telling your friends hasn’t been on high on your list of things to do. 

Plus, you don’t feel great rubbing it in Naomi and Jeremy’s face when they’re…well, in the situation they’re in. You know they wouldn’t be bitter but it still feels kind of bad. Not to mention if Taehyung knew…well, then there would be nothing lowkey about that. 

“Hoseok said to bring chips,” You call out to Jimin, “You know he gets moody if he doesn’t have his chips with his wine.” You continue to look into the bathroom mirror, applying just a last minute layer of lipstick before you decide you look decent enough to see your friends. 

“Got it!” Jimin shouts from the kitchen, “Now hurry up!”

“Coming, coming.” You stick the tube of lipstick into your bag before turning away from the mirror and turning the light off and heading into the kitchen. “Okay so—” You stop when you see a frown on Jimin’s face as he looks at his phone. “Everything okay?” You ask and he whips his head to face you before showing an awkward smile and placing his phone in his pocket.

“Yeah, yeah.” He waves you off, “You ready?”

You eye him for a moment but decide to drop it, whatever it was, he will bring it up later if he wants. “Yeah.” You smile.

When you and Jimin get to Hoseok’s house, you let yourself in. “Hi!” You call out but you only hear the laughter of Hoseok and Taehyung. “Me and Jimin are here!”

“Oh thank god.” You hear Taehyung scream out dramatically from the kitchen, “My soulmates are here to save me.”

You and Jimin walk in to see Naomi and Jeremy sitting at the dining room table and Hoseok and Dae demonstrating what looks like dance moves to Taehyung who is easily distracted as he sees you both. “Save you?” You ask.

“They’re making me learn some choreo from their dance camp thing.” Taehyung complains, “It’s hard.”

“No, no.” Naomi looks at you impressed, “He’s actually pretty good.”

“Of course he’s pretty good. My boy can do it all.” Jeremy chimes in, giving a thumbs up to Taehyung.

“Oh, I have to see this.” You motion towards Taehyung, “Go on.”

“Yes mam.” He salutes towards you before showing off whatever moves he just learned and you and Jimin blink at him slowly before looking at Hoseok and Dae.

“You taught him that?” 

“Don’t let my brother fool you.” Dae rolls her eyes, “He made fun of the dance camp things but I saw him practicing some of the stuff I showed him in the mirror.” 

“That…that checks out.” You agree immediately. “Jungkook isn’t here?” You ask as you glance around, “Oh wait, he said he had to meet his parents this weekend, huh?”

“Yeah.” Naomi nods. “But don’t worry, Jimin! He will be here for opening night!”

“Joy.” Jimin says as ‘excited’ as he can while maintaining a straight face and you swat his stomach. 

“It’s next Friday, right?” Hoseok asks, “The tickets for us….are free…right?”

“That’s really important information to us.” Jeremy joins in, “Information we need to know.”

“It’s true….this information is vital.” Naomi nods along, “I mean it’s not like it would change anything if it wasn’t…obviously we would…but I mean, it would be nice…”

“Yeah, nice…nice is a good word.” Hoseok tells you all, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Of course, we would come support—but I mean, is it free?”

“You guys are the cheapest people I know.” You deadpan. 

“Are you any different?” Hoseok gives you a pointed look, “You paying money?”

You start laughing at this, “Of course I—but I mean,” your smile suddenly drops as you think about it before you lean into Jimin, “It is free, right?”

“You guys are all truly sad.” Jimin shakes his head, “But yes, I reserved tickets for everyone.”

You, Hoseok, Naomi and Jeremy cheer at this, “Oh hell yeah.” Jeremy pumps his fist, “Free show, baby.”

“But I mean, obviously we were going even if it wasn’t.” Hoseok suddenly says, face serious.

“Yeah, we were.” You agree right away.

“We wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Naomi concludes as Jimin looks at the four of you with dead eyes.

“Right.” 

“Jimin, I would pay $500 to come see you perform.” Taehyung butts in. “Anything for my best friend.”

“Somehow I actually believe that.” Hoseok shakes his head, “He seems serious.”

“Oh, he is.” Dae laughs, “If me and Jimin were drowning at the same time and Taehyung could only save one…I legit fear for my life.”

“Oh, come on!” Taehyung drags out his words, “I would save---wait, hold on. Okay maybe this is harder than I thought.”

“See?” Dae looks at you all like she’s made her point. 

“I’d save you, Dae.” You tell her but she looks at you and gives you a sassy eye roll.

“Everyone knows how close you and Jimin are, you’d leave me for dead.” She whines before nudging Hoseok’s shoulder. “Who would you save?”

“RIP Jimin. I’ll say something nice at your funeral.” Hoseok says proudly, playful eyes on Dae.

“I don’t know why I find it so hot you’d let someone die for me.”

“Lowkey a weird thing to say but I’m so into you anyway.” 

“Alright, can we separate them for the rest of the night?” Taehyung complains. 

“I thought we were going to watch that romcom Hoseok wanted to watch last time?” Naomi asks, “I’m in the mood for a movie.”

“Finally, someone with taste.” Hoseok nods in approval, “I’ll get it set up.”

It takes like 20 minutes for you and your friends to finally get settled into the living room, the movie ready to get played on the TV. You and Jimin occupy one end of the sofa while Naomi is on the other end. Hoseok, Dae and Taehyung are on the other couch.

“Alright, I’m ready.” Jeremy comes into to the living room from the bathroom and squeezes his way into the empty spot between you and Naomi. 

“Just sit on the floor, dude.” Naomi mumbles, “There’s no space.” 

“Nah.”

“Fine.” Naomi stands from the couch before plopping her bottom to the floor.

“Fine.” Jeremy mimics, his own body rising from the couch to sit on the floor.

“What are you doing?”

“Friends sit together.”

“Annoying.” Naomi tsks. 

But they…stay like this. You aren’t complaining, you and Jimin have the sofa for yourselves. You grab the throw blanket that rests over the top of the couch and place it over yours and Jimin’s laps. No one will bat an eye that you and Jimin are still sitting so close and the thought makes you feel warm. 

It’s dark in the living room save the light from the TV screen and everyone seems pretty invested in the movie despite it only being 30ish minutes in. It is pretty good you’ll admit but it’s a little hard to concentrate…especially with Jimin’s fingers caressing your inner thigh under the blanket. 

It’s not a huge deal, no one paying attention and you can’t tell because of the blanket but it might get a little more obvious on your end…Jimin’s unbothered expression as he stares at the TV screen as if he didn’t just unbutton your shorts and his fingers weren’t circling your clit over our underwear. 

You keep glancing at Jimin, panicked eyes going from him to your friends but everyone’s oblivious as he shamelessly touches you in the living room. His expressions remains straight faced while you’re struggling to keep your hips still and your brows from furrowing. You’re well acquainted with his fingers and he knows exactly how to make you squirm. 

“Jimin.” You whisper his name, trying to sound stern but it might have come out more breathy than intended.

He just turns his head to face you, pointer finger going to his lips with a mischievous smile. “Shh.” He shushes you before lowering his hand and going back to paying attention to the movie.

This fucking tease.

~~~

You don’t see Jimin as much this week because rehearsals are way more hectic since opening night for the show is tomorrow night. You’re excited for it. But he’s been a little off. You don’t think it’s nerves but maybe he’s just taking this show really seriously. 

 And serious is exactly what he is as he wows everyone while on that stage. He’s an incredibly fun villain and he has done an incredible job. Your friends are cheering for him so loudly as Jimin and his costars take a bow on the stage but you see something detached in Jimin’s eyes as he stares out in the crowd. Something is wrong and you don’t know what it is. 

“Jimin is seriously an unreal performer.” Naomi tells you as you guys get into Hoseok’s house for the little celebratory party for Jimin. “Like, no wonder you fell in love with him back in college.” 

“Naomi.” You snort.

“What?” She laughs too, “I’m just appreciating art!” 

You head into the kitchen where Taehyung and Jimin are takings shots as Hoseok and Dae do some dance to cheer them on and Jungkook is taking a video. “Wow, shots?” You grin at your friends.

“y/n!!!” Hoseok shouts your name, “My ride or die. I waited for you, you know I wouldn’t take shots without you.” 

“Best friend of the year.” You smirk at him.

“Century.” He corrects you.  “Dae can you hype us up?”

“You’ve come to the right person.” She says while pouring you and Hoseok some shots. “And a third one because it’s Jimin’s night so he gets two!”

“It’s not my night.” He smiles towards Dae, “It’s really nothing.”

“It is!” You reach over and rub Jimin’s shoulder, “We’re celebrating you.” But you see how his face falls at this and he shrugs you off.

“I’m not anything to celebrate.” He tells you and you feel your heart pinch. What is going on? Jimin feels his phone buzz and he takes it out to look at it and that same frown he’s been carrying grows more distinct on his lips. “Jimin?” You step closer to him but he just slips the phone back into his pocket. 

“Naomi should we take a shot too? Hoseok and y/n are doing a best friend shot we should do one too!” Jeremy comes to Naomi but she smiles awkwardly.

“That’s okay.” She says.

Jeremy is quiet for a moment before he sighs out, “Why not?”

“I just don’t feel—”

“I’m trying my hardest here, Naomi.” He’s finally running out of patience, you can all tell. The room get a little quieter as you guys watch the interaction. “I’m trying to be your friend like always but it doesn’t seem to be working.”

Naomi lightly scoffs at this, “Well, Jeremy—”

“Fine, you don’t want to do things the friend route?” 

“What other route is there, Jeremy?” She mumbles, “Just take a shot with everyone else.”

“What other…” Jeremy rubs his temples, “You tell me, Naomi. Should I remind you that you’re the one who started this whole friends thing after we hooked up?” 

Well, now the room is silent. 

“Jeremy—”

“But you don’t want this friend route so I’ll go another one. My way.” He tells her. Jeremy takes a deep breath before locking eyes with a very confused Naomi. “Let’s start with a basic shall we?” He takes another deep breath. “Roses are red, violets are blue. Naomi is the definition of beauty and nothing is more true.” 

The room stays silent. “Okay, another one.” Jeremy thinks for a moment, “Acrostic poem style. N is for Natural beauty. A is for Ass. I’m sorry if that’s vulgar…it’s just,” Jeremy makes a motion with his hands, “Damn, it’s just really nice. O is for Odd but I like it. M is for Magical being and I is for Indescribable because what words could I really say that explains how fucking amazing you are?” 

You stare wide eyed at Jeremy because what the hell is—

“Yo, what the fuck is happening?” Jungkook asks everyone. “Is this guy reciting poetry right now?”

“Oh my god,” Hoseok’s expression is almost blank. “How is this even more cringe than I expected?”

“I think it’s sweet.” Taehyung clutches his chest.

“I think it’s—”

“It’s totally disgusting.” Naomi cuts in, huge smile on her face. “Keep going.”

Jeremy looks taken aback for a moment before he’s got a smile forming on his lips so big and wide that you feel the world regain some balance again. “Okay,” He clears his throat. “Your eyes and lips make me feel like a sinner…but if you let me stare and kiss, I’ll feel like a winner.” 

“Ew,” Naomi steps closer to Jeremy, “That’s so…I fucking love it.”

“I can keep going if you want.”

“I do and don’t at the same time.” She says. “Jeremy where do you come up with such cringey material?”

“My heart.”

“That’s romantic.”

“I’ve been trying to tell you.”

You finally tear your eyes away from the pair, all of your friends going back to their lives, doing their best to give Naomi and Jeremy some privacy now. But your heart is leaping in your chest. Seems you were right and things really are going to be okay.

~

You’re at the counter, pouring yourself a glass of water when two arms wrap around your stomach and a pair of lips you’re all too familiar with are pecking the side of your neck.

“Jimin?” You turn in his grasp, “You’re making it quite obvious, you know?” You chuckle but stop when you see how down he looks. “Hey,” You brush some hair out of his eyes, “Everything okay?” 

“Not really.” He tells you and it’s not like you didn’t know.

You’ve known. You should have known that this night wasn’t going to be as perfect as you thought. Not when words like, ‘Going to New York ruined everyone’s lives, huh?’ and ‘I love you but I’m not the man I want or need to be for you’ get thrown around. But in this moment, as you gaze into Jimin’s tired eyes, you aren’t aware at all that those words will be said tonight. And words that are so much worse. Words that make you feel heartache…again.

~

extra a/n: one chapter left, trust me on this okay&lt;3

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Streams & Sheets 🔞 | JJK

Word Count: 10k+ words (im sry) Pairings: gamer!jungkook x reader Genre: gaming au, slice of life, established relationship

Summary: Nobody expected famous twitch streamer JJK to trend online when his mysterious girlfriend accidentally makes a cameo in one of his livestreams. The chaotic problem in question? You streamed a live sex tape. ( kofisips' masterlist )

Warnings: the holy trinity (smut, angst & fluff), dom!jungkook, long haired jungkook in a man bun and brow piercing, jungkook with his alphabet username, unprotected sex, creampie, degrading, oral (f & m receiving), face fucking, multiple orgasm, slut shaming, dacryphilia, ass play, online humiliation, mentions of unsure breakup that's not clear with the characters, over thinking, slight ddlg

Notes: » IM SCREAMING COS I WROTE THIS BACK WHEN JUNGKOOK WAS STILL USER ALPHABET & HAD A BROW PIERCING!!!! RIP LEGENDARY ERA. » Flashbacks are italicized. » Setting is also during the first year of the pandemic. » Taglist is at the comments.

If you told Jungkook from 5 years ago that he’d quit his office job, he’d for sure think you were crazy. 

He used to be a creative director for a top advertising agency. The digital advertisements he handled always garnered large amounts of traction. He instantly became the boss' favorite employee for exceeding the client's expectations until the day the project manager had onboarded his team with the wrong client brief; they fired him on the spot.

His streaming career started out as a joke. Playing games with his friends was one of his de-stressors from work. He enjoyed all kinds of games but found RPG the most interesting to play. What kickstarted his streaming was Taehyung and Jimin – who practically begged him to join them on their stream. Everyone who tuned in during the Call of Duty Livestream thought he was a great sharpshooter. He only gave in when more and more people urged him to start his own streaming channel, and the rest is history.

The other de-stressor was you. Jungkook loved to take you out on dates and enjoy a simple life with you doing nothing at home. He wasn’t particularly ashamed of letting everyone know who his girlfriend was. However, he was an introvert who only enjoyed sharing a few snippets of his personal life with the public. You were his safe space, and he’d like to keep it that way.

Another day, another stream. Jungkook flexes his fingers and shoulders in circular motions, then arches his back to relieve the tension on his muscles, and finally cracks his neck with a satisfied groan.

“Okay motherfucker, time to meet your creator,” he snickered to the microphone, his competitiveness laced his voice.

You chuckled as you watched him focus on beating his opponents while trying to move his hair away from his face. All you did was take the initiative to come behind and put his fringe to a bun. The chat alerts started pinging non-stop when his viewers caught a glimpse of your hands.

“Thanks for that, love,” he gave you a boyish grin.

“You really need a haircut,” you teased before you exited out of the frame but his eyes still followed you.

“Jungkook, for fuck’s sake. Can you stop ogling at your girlfriend and focus on the goddamn game! We’re losing here, man!” Jimin yelled to the microphone, making you giggle.

Everyone knew Jungkook has a girlfriend, but there were no pictures of your face they could find on any of his social media accounts. The ongoing theory was you weren’t real, and he was only doing it for attention. To be fair though, that’s because he wouldn’t confirm or deny anything, so the speculations only grew. After all, he did a pretty good job with separating his work from his personal life and he’d like to leave it at that.

He squinted his eyes at one comment that caught his eye that wrote ‘JJK a king for bagging ‘em thick thighs.’ It was true, but in his manner of agreeing, he only chuckled at it, “King? Nah. Just a lucky bastard.” 

It was one of the nights where Jungkook stayed up late to stream with his friends.

You were about to sleep in your shared room when you decided to watch their livestream. The chats had you laughing hysterically as you scrolled through all of it. The whole stream was 20% exchanging curses at each other, 30% of it was actually playing, while all 50% of it was back and forth banter mostly between Jimin and Taehyung.

“For those still tuning in, did you know sleep deprivation causes severe brain damage? Just look at Jungkook,” Jimin teased when his character died.

After a few hours of playing, the game’s card showed that their team had lost against none other than his older brother's team who got him into gaming, Yoongi.

Throughout the game, Taehyung carried his team only to end up disappointed. All of them howled in laughter when Namjoon and Yoongi still blamed each other when they had won. 

“Now that’s what you call a nightmare,” Taehyung’s microphone spiked when he sighed too close to it, “Oops! Anyway, I think I should get myself a girlfriend.”

Jungkook snorted, “What’s with the announcement?”

“I was manifesting,” Taehyung retorted as he adjusted his headphones. “And you should click on the ‘play again’ button before I virtually throw my mouse at you,” Jungkook chuckled as he hovered his cursor over the button.

“Hold on! I need to feed my cat first,” Jimin yelled away from his camera, waving his hands from afar. “Don’t you dare start the fucking game without me!” 

You’ve already lost your drowsiness from laughing at the three of them. You thought it would be a lot better than to watch it all happen live so quietly pad your shared apartment, walking along the hallway, until you reached Jungkook’s gaming room and peeked through the corner.

Leaning on the door frame as you watched him play, he took a double-take at your figure and lit up when he saw you standing there.

He was in-game with his friends again, seemingly too focused targeting for a clean headshot. His doe eyes glimmered with happiness. 

“You good?" You nodded like a girl, but Jungkook only squinted his eyes, trying to decipher what was the weird thing that poked through your (well, technically his but you share half of his closet) oversized shirt. "What’s that thing sticking out?”

The things with your boyfriend is you need to give me a few seconds before things could sink in. Getting impatient, you took your shirt off, revealing that you had your nipple pierced which made his brows rise in surprise, “Since when did you–”

“I had them done 3 days ago where you got your brows pierced,” you cheekily replied.

Jungkook tried to recount all the times he was a good boyfriend this week to earn such a “reward” from you. There was a time it casually slipped out of him that it would be hot to fuck you with a nipple piercing. Of course, he loved you regardless of whatever choice you made to your body, so he never pushed it.

It was just a thought. 

Sensing that his eyes were on you, you nervously laughed and gave him a small wave but he didn’t notice that when his gaze was already scanning how the matching lace underwear on your body hugged your figure in all the right places.

“What?” you whispered.

“Nothing, it’s just–” there was a loud gulp mid-sentence before turning back to the camera. “​​Hang on, guys. Be right back, just need to take care of something…really important,” he turned the camera off for the meantime and removed his headset.

Rushing to stand up from his gaming chair to walk towards you, he placed both hands on your waist with a playful grin, “Did your boobs grow bigger?”

With wide eyes and a blush that painted along your cheeks, you stuttered your words out, “I-I don’t think it did?” 

He hums with approval at the piercing, lightly tracing the metal on your bud with his finger while smirking, "Why don't you be a good girl and cockwarm me while I stream, yeah?"

If that wasn’t enough to throw you off guard, Taehyung and Jimin’s hysterical laughter roared through the speakers of Jungkook’s headset. Apparently, your boyfriend liked to have his volume on max.

“Jungkook you, idiot! You left your fucking mic on!” Jimin yelled in the middle of his howling.

You giggled when Jungkook smacked a hand to his forehead, “Oh shit, I forgot about that.”

He returned to his station and scrolled through the live chat and read through it countless overwrought reactions like: ‘he said sexy time on air’, ‘guy ditched his stream for pussy’, and ‘show us your girlfriend!’

When a hashtag about revealing your relationship trended on social media, Jungkook simply ignored it and went on about his day like usual.

His viewers’ curiosity was amusing. There were times he wanted to show you off on his main accounts, but he knows better than to let everyone inside his business.

“Hey cutie, here’s your coffee,” you warmly greeted him as he waltzed in the kitchen for breakfast.

“Thanks,” kissing the top of your head before taking a seat beside you.

As he takes a sip from his coffee, he hears your huffs and struggles to open the strawberry jam you wanted on your toast. He doesn’t intervene just yet, he stays quiet and waits for you to finally give up.

Mentally, he counts from one to three, then you turned your head and faced him with a pout, whispering his name in a soft voice, “Koo?” Your eyes emulutated like that of a doe, “Can you help me out?”

“Alright, give it to me,” he chuckles, reaching for the jar and twisting it open with ease. Handing you the strawberry jam, he smiles as he watches you spread it on your toast merrily, “Anything else my baby wants?”

You hum as you thought, “Hmm, a cup of tea would be nice.”

Jungkook will never admit this, but he loves it when you ask for his help. No matter how big or small it is, he’s willing to do anything you ask of him. Just call him in those three simple letters and he will literally cross an ocean just to help you out. Running errands is also just a breeze for him all because he knows you’d be needing help in reaching the high shelves or simply carrying anything you bought. As selfish as it sounds, he adores the way he feels needed by you. He’s fine being called pussy whipped, the guy just loved taking good care of you.

During the first half of your relationship, he may or may not have gone overboard in looking after you. It came to a point where you felt somehow too dependent on him even when he says he doesn’t mind at all.

“Koo, I have hands,” you say sternly, pulling your heavy luggage away from his grip. Raising both of your hands in the air, you move it closer to his face, “See? I have two!”

“Baby, can’t you see this is too heavy for you to carry?” He retorts, not letting go of the handle.

For the rest of the ride to Busan, you stayed quiet. Too quiet for Jungkook’s liking. He would spare you a glance from time to time but not once did you ever meet his gaze. He didn’t understand why you had such a sour mood over a mere luggage, especially not when he’s always done things for you even when you don’t ask. 

When the silence was too much for him to bear, he finally spoke to you first, “Baby.” You finally looked at him, alright, but with an annoyed glare. “It wasn’t a big deal. I was just trying to help.”

“Not a big deal?” Your tone is slightly raised, making his forehead crease. He knows you’re about to call him by his government name next, “Jungkook, you’re always doing things for me, which I appreciate, but I can’t…I can’t keep feeling like a burden all the time.”

His eyes widened at your sudden outburst, “I– Y/N, I never meant for you to feel that way.” He reached for your hand, but not grabbing it. All he does is graze his finger over your knuckles soothingly, “I’m sorry if me constantly helping you made you feel like a burden, but I swear I just love to do things for you.”

Looking at how apologetic he truly was, there was no way you could stay mad at him. Letting out a sigh, you scoot closer to him and rest your head on his shoulder, “I understand, Koo. Just…just let me do things on my own and step in when I call for you.”

Bringing the back of your hand to his lips, he leaves a soft kiss and smiles against your skin, “Okay, love. Sounds fair.”

His favorite part of the day ever since the both of you had decided to live together was waking up entangled in silk sheets and seeing your face first thing in the morning. If there's any scent he can attribute to you, it would be the smell of coffee and cinnamon. 

That's the thing about you. You weren't a shot of espresso; you were a shot of tequila that burned a line to the throat. Aside from that, you were also good at playing video games and could smoke a whole team out if you decided to make gaming a career. Like a support in the game, you revive him to be the best he can be. The love you give is enough for him to forget all the lower back strain he suffered from sitting on his chair for too long. 

When he was still working a full-time job, Jungkook was forthcoming and he sometimes intimidated people when he spoke during meetings or whenever they saw his tattoos.

Most of the time, he was timid and reluctant. You, on the other hand, were the complete opposite of him. You were more delicate and spoke softly, but you were also carefree and took things head-on. A plethora of complex ideas and that’s what he liked about you.

He will never forget that day he had first met you.

It was the coldest winter Korea has ever gotten and what better way to spend the cold holidays than by joining a feeding drive for the homeless. You’ve always participated in various donation drives whenever you can. It just so happened that Jungkook was passing by, freezing in the cold as he read the poster that was posted on the food truck. 

“Coffee?” you cheerfully handed out the warm cup. Although it was a nice gesture, Jungkook somehow felt offended. ‘I should’ve worn something else,’ he thought.

“I uhm I’m not homeless,” he awkwardly froze when you giggled. That has got to be the most soothing giggle he has ever heard in his life – but in a good way.

“Huh? Everyone of all walks of life likes coffee.”

When you squint your eyes with a scrunched nose, Jungkook thought that has got to be the cutest habit he had ever seen. The next thing he knows, he came back the next day to volunteer and help you out with the drive.

It’s funny how it all started with a cup of coffee; now you live in one house and still, you never missed a day to make him a cup in the morning. For the years he had been with you, your happy disposition in life never changed. You were his constant and his confidant – with you, he can be himself. 

Working as a digital content specialist is such a tedious job. Still, you managed to pull everything through even when deadlines were tight. Unlike Jungkook who worked for bigger corporations that can afford to pay him more than he expected, you worked for a smaller digital company. Sadly, The companies you wanted to shift to wanted to hire people who came from bigger agencies but you don’t complain. Instead, you still worked with precision with an unmatched work ethic regardless of where you worked.

Changes never scare you and you believe in having a happy medium and that’s what Jungkook liked about you. However, the only thing he doesn’t like about you is that sometimes you let people walk all over you. You were the most understanding person he has ever met but some people take advantage of that. In your previous job, one of your co-workers asked for your help with their pitch structure. Being the angel that you are, you sent her your file in hopes of helping her. Unfortunately, it turned out that she had ripped you off.

“Why didn’t you tell your boss about it?” He worriedly asked when you vented out.

“Just let it go, they needed the promotion more than I did anyways. Besides, I don't think I'll grow in that company if I stay longer.”

He wasn’t sure if this was a flaw. Regardless, Jungkook still supported you in everything that you did, especially when you filed your resignation. 

You were an eager learner, but whenever you would ask him to teach you how to word things out better, he would happily oblige.

He enjoyed sitting beside you while he did all the proofreading on your captions as you watched. Over time, you learned to do it on your own. He thinks your biggest asset is having the longest patience on earth and he was proud of that – he was always proud of you for constantly learning and growing.

He thought he already knew everything about adulting until he dated you. Before he met you, he would burn half of his savings on random things he never needed in the first place. But ever since you lived together, he learned to save his money for necessities because of you.

As much as Jungkook hates cracking his joints every now and then, the copious hours of on-cam gameplay is his day job now. After all, he’s doing all of this for you and a life of comfort he knows you deserve. Thanks to streaming, gone are the days where you shared stories of how your days went over instant ramen. He can now afford to run to the grocery at any time of the day.

It was a surprise to have you on their stream. The idea just came when Taehyung visited your shared apartment. Sometimes when your busy schedule permits, you play Among Us with Jungkook and his friends and enjoy it. Whenever they need someone (which frankly was always) to play Overwatch with and you’d happily oblige to join in every time.

“I think you should join us on the next stream, Y/N. You make a pretty good Imposter,” Taehyung suggests.

“I’d love to but,” you nudge your head in your boyfriend’s direction, “I don’t know if he’s comfortable with me being on camera though.”

Taehyung lifts a brow at Jungkook, “She doesn’t have to be on cam. Her audio will do.”

Your boyfriend shrugs, seeing how that couldn’t be a problem, “I’m fine with it but only if you’re in”

“If someone yells at me, I’m leaving mid game,” You chided while playfully rolling your eyes at the two of them.

When the weekend rolled in, Jungkook volunteered to host the stream this time. Sitting beside your boyfriend, you made sure to sit away from the camera frame as you played Among Us with the rest of the boys. When the game had started, you stifled your laughter when you didn’t get to play as an imposter this time.

The character that you played walked into the electrical room just as Jungkook’s character killed Yoongi on the vent. You snickered as you quickly walked away and pretended that you saw nothing. Meanwhile, Jungkook sabotages O2 so no one would see you get out of the area. 

The chat alerts suddenly pinged non-stop making him jolt in surprise only to realize that the microphone caught your soft giggles.

From time to time, Jungkook would steal glances at you particularly on your milky thighs whenever your dangerously short dress rode up every time you adjusted your posture. His eyes moved up to the roundness of your tits. He tried to mask the hard-on he’s been ailing throughout the game by constantly clearing his throat or by crossing his legs.

His computer might’ve sensed his need to get off when the internet seemed to have fluctuated causing the stream to freeze, “Damn, we need to upgrade our internet provider.” 

He takes it as an opportunity to take off his headset, stand up, and snake his arms around you, “On the brighter side, I can fuck you on the couch”

“Mmm? Sounds like a plan,” your finger traced along with the outlines of his chiseled jaw then stopping to point at the mole beneath his lips. “I always found this cute,” he catches your finger with his teeth, teasingly circling his tongue against it.

Pulling the finger away from his mouth, you temptingly whispered, “How do you want me?”

He faked an innocent smile, imagination running wild with how vague your question sounded to him because if he were to be honest, he could go through a list of ways he’d like to have you so he starts by removing your dress’ straps until it pooled at your ankles. It must’ve been his lucky day that you aren’t wearing a bra today.

“Want you to kneel for me, sweetheart.”

You obeyed, resting your knees gently on the floor, as you watched him untie the strings of his black sweatpants. His already hard cock sprung out against his abdomen as soon as he pulled half of his bottoms down. Slowly, you wrapped your fingers around his member, pumping it a few times before you replaced your hands with your mouth.

A low grunt escaped his lips as he watched himself disappear and enjoyed how his cock felt with your mouth wrapped around it. His hips buckle at the sensation of your hot tongue making a long drag from his balls all the way to his shaft’s tip. You leisurely took your time blowing him as you gradually bobbed your head deeper and deeper until his cock reached the back of your throat. 

You sucked down on him greedily with an approving hum with the way his body responded. Seeing how much you’re enjoying it, you gagged when he pushed your head further to fill your mouth with his cock but he was too big to fit it all. Tears brimmed at the sides of your eyes but you didn’t want him to stop just yet.

“You like getting your face fucked this way, don't you?” You agreed with a moan against his cock, “My baby is so cock hungry, huh?”

“Touch yourself,” he commanded. 

Slowly, your middle finger ran through your slit, soaking your fingers with your slick before brushing it over your clit in circular motions. Your finger traced its way at your throbbing entrance, slowly inserting one finger at first then adding another one. Fucking yourself at the tempo you want while imagining it was Jungkook’s cock that was inside of you instead.

When your pleasure hits you, it drenched your fingers completely wet with your own arousal. You softly moaned against his cock while he continued to fuck your face relentlessly. When he started to feel his stomach twist in knots, he roughly pulled your head away from his cock and harshly pushed you to the couch. 

He flipped you over, crouching down to your cunt’s level only to move your very soaked lace underwear to the side as he watched your drenched pussy closely, “You’re dripping”

“That’s cute,” he mocked the way you commented on his mole earlier. He hooks his fingers on the center of the material then slips it to the side.

“You should wear this often,” he hungrily inched closer to your pussy, nose tracing along your wet slit before he replaced it with his tongue.

“Oh my god,” you shut your eyes and gripped on the couch’s headrest tightly, “Jungkook”

You squirmed against his mouth but he grabbed your hips to hold you in place as he pulled you further into his face. His low groans were muffled against your pussy as he devoured you, slipping in a finger at first before adding another one.

“Need you to be nice and stretched out for me, princess,” he left chaste kisses against your ass as he patiently waited for you to adjust and when you seemed to have finally done, he plunges the third finger in, “Wanna make sure you can take all of me.”

A moaning mess is a perfect adjective to describe how you looked under his curling fingers. He pumps his fingers at the perfect pace while his tongue abuses your ass’ hole. Still not satisfied, his other hand reached for your clit and rubbed it in circles. The thing about Jungkook is that he pays attention – he never leaves anything unattended and utilizes it at his expense.

“Fuck! Gonna cum again,” his eyes glowered with lust as you buck your hips further. 

“Gonna squirt for me?”

There were no intelligent words that came to mind, all you could let out were whimpers and sobs of pleasure as another orgasm took over your body. He lets out a dark chuckle when your arousal splatters all over him as he licks the corners of his mouth hungrily while wiping the bottom of his chin with the back of his veiny hand.

Your knees buckled forward to the couch as your legs shook violently. You thought he was done when he sat beside you only to gasp loudly when he suddenly carried your limp body on top of him. That’s when you started to contemplate that you should’ve known better than agreeing to fuck on the brand new couch. 

Gently lifting your overstimulated body, he aligned his member at your entrance and sank your body further to his still hard cock. You gasped for air when his girth had filled you, “You’re still too big for me”

“And you’re still tight as fuck,” he grunted lowly, sweat trickling down his creased forehead.

You dip your head at the crook of his neck as you rotate your hips to match his rhythm. With the constant fanning of your hot breath on his neck, he pounded in and out of you in deeper and harder thrusts making you shriek against his skin.

He pulled your body back and smirked at your nipple piercing, “I haven’t played with this yet”

Attaching his lips around the nipple, he sucked on it feverishly while making sure he leaves his marks all over your skin. He nipped on the piercing in between his teeth and lightly pulled at it, making you whine at the sensation.

“Baby,” you whimpered but your words fell on his deaf ears as his swollen cock thumped even deeper with deliberate, hard strokes. Eyes rolling back in pleasure, your walls clenched hard at how much his cock brushed on your sensitive spot multiple times. 

“Cum again for me”

“I can’t,” you choked your words out, “I don’t think I can–”

“Come on baby, you can do it,” his thumb pad over sensitive clit in circles, “I love fucking you like this. You look so beautiful from this angle.”

He left your clit for a moment to grip your ass with both hands. He pushed it down further at his length so he can fuck you even deeper than he already did. With an intent gaze all over your body, he licked his lips before parting them breathlessly.

“Do it again for me, please?”

“Jungkook, I can’t,” he slaps your ass, leaving a red mark across the skin. 

“I said,” he slammed his hips harder at each word for emphasis, “Do. It.”

You hissed loudly against his neck as he quickened the pace. The overwhelming pleasure he does to your body makes your toes curl. With your eyes shut tightly, you let the shocking orgasm wash over your shaking body that slumped over him.

“Good job, baby,” he kissed your shoulders endearingly but all you could respond was a tired hum.

Unfortunately, while the both of you were preoccupied with catching your breaths and Jungkook completely forgetting about what he was doing prior to fucking you, the stream had reconnected without him knowing. The both of you jolted when a loud kick and knock banged through the door.

“Get dressed and open the goddamn door!” Hoseok yelled from outside. 

An equally annoyed Jungkook yelled back with brows knitted as he protectively covered you with his body just in case Hoseok successfully opens the door with another kick, “How the fuck did you get in my house?”

“You moron, I used to be your roommate before Y/N– I mean your girlfriend moved in. Of course, I know where you hid the spare key!” he retorted. “And just so you know, you forgot to stop the fucking stream so I had to drive my freezing balls all the way here just to tell you that you did it all on live!”

You turned pale from shock at what you heard. You couldn’t believe that a nightmare had unfolded right before you, “I don’t know what kind of freaky shit you’re both into but this is not it.”

Out of sheer panic, Jungkook hurriedly wore his sweatpants and rushed to pull all the plugs out. You, the ever worrier, looked at your boyfriend with the same panic-stricken look across your face. A single tear rolled down to your cheek while you tried to recount everything. 

300k viewers watched the whole thing happen and though his camera was pointed low, that wasn’t enough to make the situation any better if everyone probably saw your face. Worst case scenario is if they kept a screen recording to themselves or much worse, upload it somewhere online.

Jungkook frustratedly ran his finger through his dark locks. Your silent cries tore him to a million pieces. He hated seeing you in such a pitiful state like this. Kneeling in front of you, he grabbed the shirt he was wearing earlier and helped you put it on. His hands ran up and down your arms in a failing attempt to calm you down.

“Baby? Hey, hey, please look at me,” you peeked at his apologetic face through your lashes, “I’m sorry. I’ll figure this out, I promise. Okay?”

“Just...Just let Hoseok in,” you croaked.

Kissing your knees before walking to the door, he heaved the heaviest sigh he could ever muster in his life. His trembling hands held on the doorknob with a shaky and erratic breathing pattern when he opened the door to a frowning Hoseok.

“What were the two of you thinking!?”

Jungkook stuttered his words out. He was more than sure that the internet was cut off. He was also sure he could be comfortable within the walls of his own home. He was more than certain that he did everything right yet still, he finds himself in a new hell.

“It–the–I... I thought it wouldn’t reboot when the internet got cut”

“Well it didn’t and I had to quit my game to get here”

“I know,” he regretfully admitted.

Pulling down at the hem of Jungkook’s oversized shirt in an attempt to cover yourself even more, you weakly called for Hoseok’s attention, “Hoseok? D-did they see my face?”

“I just…I don’t want them invading Jungkook’s privacy,” Hoseok’s lips parted. He was surprised that even after everything that had happened today, your already heavy heart still worried for your boyfriend.

“I don’t know, Y/N…I think they did,” Jungkook’s tongue poked the inside of his cheek, feeling so disappointed with himself. 

The second-hand embarrassment Hoseok endured was very evident but still, he felt sorry for the both of you, “Listen, man. I can’t say for sure what happens after this but if you need anything, I’ll try to help you out especially you, Y/N.” 

For the rest of the week and the weeks after that, scrolling past the comments under his name’s topic felt like diving into the 7th circle of hell.

The internet is a giant dumpsite of unfiltered opinions you wished never existed. Admittedly, knowing that you shouldn’t go through all those comments, you couldn’t stray yourself away from reading all of it.

Everyone’s posts were a mix of extending their sympathies for you while the others shamed you for hiding behind the cameras only to clout yourself in such a humiliating way.

[j.kim96]: Grow the fuck up and leave JJK and his girlfriend alone, you musty ass creeps! [yunh0e]: @JJK Tell your girlfriend blessed be thy ass [seulbi_8]: JJK's gf giving us a free pass to her onlyfans? A legend.

It was ironic how the both of you were still lucky. All that was seen on live were weirdly angled and cropped out thighs and heels. The only consolation you thought out of the situation is even if some of Jungkook's viewers had recorded the stream, it wouldn’t be porn site material to upload. However, you were taking it hard on yourself that it still happened

Before all the internet fame, it was just you and nine-to-five employee Jungkook who, even though he barely had any time due to work, gave you his undivided attention. Though he may have more time in his hands now, his mind is preoccupied with what content to put out.

That doesn't make him less perfect in your eyes, though. Not when he still gives you everything a girlfriend could ever ask for – and maybe even more. But with every good (which in his case is gaining a huge viewership through streaming), the bad that always comes with it is that both of your mishaps stay on the internet forever – like a stain that never goes away.

Being Jungkook's girlfriend is great, but when the overnight fame suddenly broke in, you weren't too sure of yourself anymore. Taking constructive criticism is what you do best, but the unnecessary comments about you (even though none of his viewers had seen you) make it hard for you to take it all in.

As much as you try to tell yourself not to let it go through your head, everything is difficult to wrap your head around it. You know for a fact that you know yourself better, but why does it feel like you also don't?

Maybe they were right all along – that there wasn't anything special about you except for your body or how good you sounded while you were getting fucked. Maybe Jungkook thought the same, that's why he isn't speaking up.

Sure, you understood how reserved he was as a person, but sometimes, you also feel like he’s ashamed of you. Not that you needed validation from a single post from social media, but sometimes, just sometimes, it would have been nice if he was so proud to show you off instead of hiding you like a secret.

It’s thoughts like these that somehow eat you up but you never had the heart to tell him, not wanting to sound like a needy brat. 

Or maybe his silence is another form of agreement? 

You don't know anymore.

Sharing the same bed with Jungkook wasn’t the same anymore, especially when your backs faced each other.

He wanted to kiss your shoulders and tell you things will be alright even if he wasn’t sure. Instead, he falls silent as he listens to your sobs against your pillow. 

“We shouldn’t have done that stream,” you croaked a heart-shattering whisper, “I…I should’ve just said no.”

Every word you mumbled under the sheets broke him in many ways, and all Jungkook could do is blame himself for everything.

At some point, he knew something like this was bound to happen so to counter all his worries, he made sure to be mindful at all times, which eventually turned to a ball of anxiety.

But the truth of the matter is, none of you wanted it to happen.

The eerie silence that spaced between you and Jungkook only grew bigger as the days went by.

Jungkook wasn’t particularly the confrontational type. He always chooses to stay silent and let things unfold in patience. After he had announced an indefinite hiatus from streaming, he only became even more aloof and apprehensive.

Until both of you just stopped talking to each other.

Completely.

You wish you knew what went inside his head instead of guessing it all on your own. Jungkook had nailed every love language that existed except for one – communication.

He can surprise you with a dozen roses and breakfast in bed, praise you until you’ve blushed the deepest shade of red, or watch your favorite feel-good movie while cuddling but he will never tell you what’s wrong.

Even in the middle of silence, you are still worried about Jungkook’s well-being. He has always been hard on himself; a perfectionist that delivers all the time. What worries you is he rarely bursts in fits of anger but when he does, all hell breaks loose. Although sometimes, he doesn’t. He just doesn’t do anything and leaves it as it is – like now. 

There were a few instances when he would distance himself for a while, so you give him his space for a while, then he just goes back to normal as if nothing had happened. Sadly, you don’t know where you stand in his life now that you haven’t been in speaking terms and this is the longest you’ve gone without talking.

Living under one roof is great but not when it seems like you’ve drifted apart further from each other.

You wanted to get out when the tension of sharing the same room as him choked you. Finding a new place to live meant going through all the hassle so instead, you chose to move to the guest room down the hallway.

Both of you had figured within yourselves that it would be best to just stay in the same house in case the problem fixed itself (which was impossible).

Aside from that, there was no verbal fights or agreement about what seemed to be your breakup. You simply treated each other like regular housemates for a year; only talking to each other to let the other one know if one of you would be coming home late.

It would be hard for you to move back to Busan. Moving all your things will be a hassle and most of the things you owned are shared with him so you digress the idea. You always had a hard time without Jungkook sleeping beside you.

Now, all you have are the happy memories you shared in the form of tears that soaked your memory foam.

If walls could only talk, both of you had sorted your problems by now.

“Hey, Jungkook?” His heart shatters at the call for his name. He used to go by ‘baby,’ ‘love,’ or whatever cute pet name you have for the day but now it’s just Jungkook.

“Yeah?” He craned his neck to the side.

“Uhm, here’s my share of the rent. I’ll just leave it at the console, okay?” you meekly told him.

“Keep it,” he says without even glancing at you. 

With furrowed brows, you waited for him to look at you but he didn’t, “What?”

“I said keep it. It’s cool,” he cracked his neck from side to side, “I’ve got it covered.” In his defense, this was the only way he can take care of you but it only made you feel like a problem for some reason.

As a compromise to his generosity, you always made it a point that the whole house was clean and that you made as little to no noise as possible. 

Whenever Jungkook falls asleep on the couch, you’d turn off the TV for him and pull his blanket higher just so he can sleep comfortably. Crouching down but at a safe distance, you take in his angelic features.

These were the few stolen moments you get to see his relaxed state. You wished you could do more but you didn’t want to come off as annoying and overbearing. Giving him the space he wanted was hard. It felt like breaking your bones willingly.

Jungkook missed having you beside him.

He missed peppering your face with a lot of soft kisses as you giggled in between pecks but out of the list of things he missed doing with you, he missed having you as his girlfriend and not as someone he just lived with.

He always looked forward to warm mornings with you but now that the both of you were only civil with each other, it had now turned to cold.

Whenever the rainy days rolled, his mind wandered off to the room beside his. You’ve always been afraid of the thunder and whenever the bad weather came by, he always made it a point to wrap his arms around your frame and put you back to sleep. However, that wasn’t the case anymore. He wonders if you wrap your arms around yourself for comfort.

On nights when Jungkook would stand by your door after he had grabbed himself a glass of water in the middle of the night, he frowns with slumped shoulders as he listens to the sound of your cries in the middle of a nightmare. He wished he could console you in his arms but he can only do so much now.

He finds that going out of the house as often as he could helped him to run away from the uneasy feeling at home.

The thought of going back to a 9 to 5 corporate job crossed his mind. However, credential-wise, his streaming wouldn’t suffice the long gap he left after his last office job. If anything, Jungkook thinks he had become rusty already.

On occasions when he would come home later than expected, he spent most of his days over at either Taehyung’s or Jimin’s place to hang out.

“Are you deranged?” Jimin sneered with a mouthful of food, “Why are you still living with your ex?”

“We haven’t officially broken up…yet,” Jungkook pressed his lips together into a thin line.

“So, roommates?” Resting his head on his palm, Taehyung watched Jungkook scratch his nose and then shrugged as he thought about the question.

“I guess? Call it what you want,” he sighed.

"The problem isn't going to fix itself, Jungkook. Have you talked about it with Y/N?" Jimin says with worry.

"Sure it will," Jungkook says with conviction, making both men blink at him. He just shrugged them even though part of him is wanting to believe the delusion he's been saying.

Taehyung scratched his head, "Crazy." He then looked at Jimin while pointing his pocky stick at Jungkook, "He's fucking crazy."

The middle ground you both found was ordering take-outs instead of sitting at one table together.

That way, you can enjoy eating your meals comfortably away from each other; it was usually you eating on the dining table while he ate in front of the TV just like today. It's also the rare times you casually talk, and if you were being honest, you'd settle for something like this.

“Breaking News: It has been confirmed that Sars-CoV-2, which causes the illness known as COVID-19, has entered South Korea.”

Your ears perked as soon as you heard the news. Listening intently, you took a glance over Jungkook whose brows knitted together as he took his time enjoying his food.

“WHO also declared the virus as a "pandemic" with over 4,500 recorded deaths recorded worldwide.”

“Holy shit,” you mumbled.

Two people came to your mind: First, your sister who worked as a nurse. You thought of how frontliners like here would have a hard time at the hospitals when the cases keep rising.

The second one was your history teacher who taught you that pandemics lasted up to 4 years more or less. You feared that it’ll take a while before they come up with a vaccine and for the world to go back to normal.

“Neighboring countries have closed their borders while the local government bans all kinds of social gatherings and urges everyone to remain on lockdown until further notice.”

When the news anchor emphasized the word lockdown, Jungkook whipped his head in shock. The words kept ringing in his head until they stopped making sense. His mouth hung low when the realization dawned on him – he’ll have to stay at home with you for an indefinite amount of time. At. Home.

Sneaking a glance at you through his peripheral vision, you watched the news intently with a very deep frown. He thinks you were thinking the same as him but he just turns his focus back on the TV instead. He tried to put all of his attention on the news but nothing registered to him even when the news anchor flashed the statistics on screen.

He thought about the worst-case scenarios that could happen during the lockdown:

It’s either you get on each other’s nerves

You have your long-awaited confrontation of the century (which was long overdue already)

Or worse, one of you moves out in the middle of the pandemic.

He figured that it would be best if he stayed in his room at all times to avoid all three possibilities that might happen.

“Looks like we’ll need to stock up on food and supplies now,” he fidgeted on his food after he had now lost his appetite.

“I’ll head out to buy a couple of things in a while, too. Do you need anything?” You ask with pursed lips.

“I can drive us there,” your brows shot up at his offer. After seeing your reaction and being too conscious if he sounded too happy, Jungkook cleared his throat, “I–uh I ran out of shampoo today.”

You nodded slowly, “Oh...alright.”

Jungkook made sure to turn on the radio as soon as he got inside the car to avoid the uncomfortable silence which worked.

This was the first time (after a year) that both of you were in the same car and went grocery shopping together. Running errands together used to be congenial but now it's different. There was an awkward feeling of nostalgia that came with that restricted the both of you.

Everyone was panic buying all the stocks on every shelf and the only way to go around it was to have a list of essentials he can just grab and shoot in the cart.

The cards aren't in Jungkook's favor because unfortunately, he was one of those panicking without a grocery list. Running point to point from aisles wasn’t a problem, it’s who gets the item first that worries him.

Annoyed with how he completely forgot about it, he scrunched his nose and furrowed his brows, “I forgot to make a list.”

Unable to hear his mumbles, you squinted your eyes and tilted your head to his direction, "I'm sorry? I didn't catch what you said."

"The list," Jungkook sighed as he hung is head. "I forgot to make one."

“It’s okay, I have one saved on my notes,” you tapped on the Notes app and scrolled through your saved notes until you finally found it. You always made one for him to memorize because he says carrying a list is uncool for some reason.

When you flashed the screen in front of him, his eyes scanned through the list of things the both of you usually bought whenever it was time to restock.

Squinting his eyes and inching a little bit closer, He tried to remember everything that was listed down but froze as soon as he read the note’s title that wrote in huge, bold letters: Things my lovely boyfriend should buy.

You were sure he saw the title but you pretended to know nothing of it, “Done remembering?”

He slowly nodded, “Yeah, I think I got it.”

Like a true introvert, he recited his things to buy in soft whispers while he pushed the cart around making you stifle your giggles as you trailed right behind him. Taking one final look at all the items he had put, he decided to grab an extra just in case so that none of you would have to take frequent agonizing trips to the grocery.

The lines were very long and people had already started to lose their temper as they yelled at those who sneakily cut the lines. You estimated it would take at least 30 minutes before you could get to the counter and having to stand beside each other for the entirety of it didn't make it any better. 

While waiting, he looked at the cart again and skimmed through the products.

‘Okay, so shampoo, body wash, cleaning supplies, food good for a month…what else am I missing?’ He pondered thoroughly, mentally reciting the list again, until his brows shot up when he finally realized what he had missed. Just when you were finally the next in line to the counter, Jungkook excused himself and sprinted to god knows which aisle he went to.

You, the ever worrier, internally panicked when the staff had started to bag the items of the person before you. Wiping your clammy hands at the back of your pants, you frantically looked around the store looking for him but to no avail.

When you were about to put all your items for checkout, right on cue, he jogged his way back carrying boxes in between his forearms.

“Where were you?” You asked, trying to hide the annoyance in your voice.

“You forgot to get tampons,” he placed eight boxes of tampons on the belt and waited for the cashier to punch them in.

You were so stunned at the gesture that you forgot to pull your card out to pay for the items. On the other hand, Jungkook was just as awkward as you were about it that he quickly gave his card and watched the cashier swipe it on the register, not even daring to look at you.

'Don't overthink it too much. He just knows how forgetful you can get,' you try to remind yourself, though there was a small ember of hope you wish you put out.

In summary, the pandemic has been a mix of boring and a massive decline in everyone’s mental, social, and physical health.

Most, if not all, businesses have decided to close down for good due to the lack of customers. Meanwhile, offices – yours included– have found ways of adjusting to the new normal by working from the comfort of your own homes. 

The long lockdown and lack of social interaction burnt out the two of you far worse than expected. In hopes of getting by, the both of you had started to venture on new hobbies respectively.

You and Jungkook have stayed in your respective rooms most of the time. You were busy working as a social media manager for brands. Everyone thinks working on social media is easy but tediously making sure that you don’t miss a single thing on your reports is just as stressful as everyone else’s work.

You could probably call it easy if you only handled one brand but you were handling four and your anxiety only rises when all the boosted posts from each brand hiccup all at once.

Meanwhile, Jungkook did playtests for gaming companies he used to collaborate with on his streams. He spends countless hours playing and taking down notes of the loopholes he had found in the game.

Sometimes, he adds his own take on how the developers can improve it further before sending his reviews in. It reminded him of how it was so similar to being a creative director but he only chuckles at the memory.

You tried to learn how to bake cookies and left some for Jungkook to snack on, while he bought a new guitar online and started learning how to play it. The days were stagnant and very mundane. Surprisingly enough, the both of you managed to fare it well.

As a stress reliever, you played online games and even joined a gaming server on Discord until you found a small community where they exchanged invites and played with each other. You figured this is how socializing has come to now – interacting with strangers and referring to them by their pseudo names.

On the other hand, it never crossed Jungkook’s mind to return to streaming no matter how bored he was. He still played games but under a different username now and enjoyed the anonymity that came with it. He scrolled through the #game-on channel in hopes he’d find players who started a server and were looking for people to join in but he couldn’t find any.

abcdefghi__: Anyone here playing? Can I join? 😩

1kwords: I’ll send you mine

abcdefghi__: Got it! Thanks!

abcdefghi__: Wanna get on call so we can strategize, bro?

1kwords: Sorry I can’t. Living with a housemate 😅

abcdefghi__: That’s fine I guess

"This alphabet guy's pretty good," you whispered as you watched him exchange fires with your opponent.

Your mouth pulled at the corners to a smirk when you’ve successfully hit the cleanest headshot you’ve ever made through the railings. When the game finally ended and the screen flashed a congratulatory card on your victory, you silently put your fist up in the air and rejoiced at your win.

Jungkook confidently puts his feet up as he pats himself on the shoulder for still having the sharpest shooting techniques in the game. Proud would be an understatement to describe how he felt given that he wasn’t as active in playing games like this ever since he had stopped his streaming.

1kwords: OMG WE WON!!!

abcdefghi__: Easy 😎

1kwords: Why do you always play so aggressively? 

abcdefghi__: Needed to let off some steam

1kwords: Sounds bad

abcdefghi__: Kinda. I'm stuck at home that’s why

1kwords: Aren’t we all? lol

1kwords: You can tell me anything but only if you’re comfortable

abcdefghi__: Wait, for real!?

1kwords: Try me 😉

abcdefghi__ is typing…

You waited for the user to finish his typing but it was taking a while for him to reply.

You thought that maybe things weren’t going well in his life lately and you were more than willing to virtually lend a shoulder when you understand exactly how the whole pandemic has been rough to everyone.

abcdefghi__: [this user is taking a deep breath]

1kwords: [and this user is patiently waiting whenever you’re ready]

abcdefghi__: I know how everyone’s currently in a weird position during these crazy times but so am I. Like, hella weird. 

1kwords: Alright, go on. I’m listening.

abcdefghi__: I don’t know…I just…I made great memories with someone but I didn’t expect them to turn into one

abcdefghi__: I’d be lying if I didn’t say I miss her but...

abcdefghi__: I really miss my baby :(

Jungkook chewed on his bottom lip as he typed every single reply. He was never really one to come face to face with his inner demons but the opportunity comes in the form of venting out to a complete stranger in Discord. 

"Oh fuck, there. I said it," he scratched his head.

1kwords: Damn, same. I know how hard that is.

1kwords: Have you tried talking to her about it?

abcdefghi__: …Not really. I can’t confront for shit.

1kwords: Oh

1kwords: That’s pretty tough. You’re like my (idk if he still is) boyfriend

abcdefghi__: I don’t really know the right words to tell her and I also feel like it was my fault.

abcdefghi__: How are you guys doing by the way?

1kwords: We’re civil with each other, but I don’t have a choice because I still live with him

1kwords: I come home really excited to see him, but now, we just order take outs and eat separately lol

abcdefghi__: NO SHIT? SAME DUDE

abcdefghi__: Must be pretty hard for you

1kwords: It still is. Kinda miss hearing him laugh too :( 

You were surprised yet comforted to know that someone finally understood exactly how you felt about your relationship with Jungkook.

The probability of finding someone who went through the same things as you did is slim but you guessed you were lucky that you and this stranger had talked and consoled each other. 

abcdefghi__: What’s he like?

1kwords: Honestly? He’s the best relationship I’ve ever had. Not once did he make me feel so unloved. It’s just that, I mean, he’s pretty vocal with telling me how much he loves me, but he’s not good with words if that makes sense?

abcdefghi__: ...Is he expecting the problem to fix itself?

1kwords: Kinda like that but we’ve never really fought about anything big tbh

abcdefghi__: lol I don't believe you. Never?

1kwords: Yeah

1kwords: Oh no wait

1kwords: Except that one time our stream had gone wrong in front of a lot of viewers. He just stopped talking to me.

1kwords:  I don’t even know if I can consider that as a fight but that’s how we kinda ended.

1kwords is typing…

Jungkook sat frozen in his seat with hands clamming around his mouse. The similarities he shared with this user were so uncanny for him to think about it deeply.

Assuming that maybe it was you, he stood up and leaned his ear against the wall to check if you were still awake but all that he heard was silence. ‘Idiot, she’s already asleep’ he mentally argued with himself with a frown.

When the chat pinged, he hurriedly rushed back to his computer. His doe eyes widened even more after reading 1kwords’ messages.

1kwords: Anyways, thanks for listening to me!

1kwords: Your username’s funny too. You’re missing the 'JK'.

1kwords: I’m also missing my JK

“Well that was a relief,” you exhaled while arching your back to relieve the tension of sitting for long hours today. 

This was the first time you had aired out your feelings about how things with Jungkook were. You didn’t have a lot of friends and the only person you were comfortable with sharing things with was your currently very busy sister.

You wished the lockdown would be lifted sooner, you couldn’t wait to gush everything that had happened to her.

On the other side of the wall, Jungkook held on his forehead with both hands for being stupid at how his silence hurt you even more. He tried to put things into perspective, carefully re-thinking his actions until he finally figured it out that is working on his communication skills better. But first, he needed to apologize.

He stood outside your room, debating whether or not he should knock on the door. Since he’s already there, he thought that he might as well just do it. Taking a long, deep breath he knocked on your door thrice and waited for you to open up.

His heartbeat pounded erratically against his chest but it halts abruptly as soon as you were standing right in front of him, “Do you need anything?” But he remained frozen and at a loss for words, “Jungkook?”

“You’re 1kwords,” your lips part in shock.

Jungkook is user abcdefghi__!

“You don’t have to say anything but just hear me out, okay?” You nodded slowly, "I don't fucking know what to tell you. Fuck, please give me a moment. I'm trying, alright? I'm really trying to remember what say. I'm trying. I'm–"

"Jungkook," you held on both of his shoulders, trying to calm him down. "It's okay, take deep breaths. I'll listen whenever you're ready."

He follows your command as you inhaled big and exhaled deeply. Mentally counting down to three while taking deep breathes a few more times, he finally returned to his senses.

“I just…I just wanted to say how sorry I am for trying to keep everything in. I should’ve known better than staying silent when I’m not the only person in this relationship,” He looks at you with big, apologetic eyes. The bags under his eyes screamed that he hadn't had proper sleep in so long.

“I know I never told you this, but I tend to overthink a lot and you were my safe space,” he admitted with a sigh. “You’ve always been a happy person, and I didn’t want to ruin that just because I was thinking of the worst things that could happen.”

“But I’m not happy if you’re not happy, Jungkook,” you croaked almost in a whisper. “I’d be happier if you slept soundly with peace of mind.”

“I’m sorry for putting you through so much humiliation and sadness, Y/N. It wasn’t my intention to humiliate you in front of thousands of people in any way. I know how stupid it was for me not to double-check. You have every right to get mad at me,” his weight shifted from side to side.

“You were the only one who supported me after I got fired from the agency, and when my parents thought that streaming was just a waste of time,” he frowned as he watched your lower lip pucker in a pout. "You believed that I can do it and I wouldn’t have done it without you."

“What happened was neither of our faults, Jungkook. That was an honest mistake,” he tilted his head back and shut his eyes tightly.

“Yeah, but I still beat myself up every single day about it. I don’t want sexist creeps commenting about my girl," he admits with closed eyes. "I guess I just felt so useless that I can only do so much in wanting to keep you safe.”

You frowned, still looking at the floor, “Jungkook…”

“We had it so good but I...I was stupid for ruining it,” his shoulders slumped as he looked at you with pitiful eyes. “You don’t have to take me back or accept my apology right away. I just wanted you to know how truly sorry I am for everything.”

When you finally looked at him, he inched closer to wipe away the tears that were streaming down your cheeks. Sniffling under his touch, your body seemed to have a mind of its own when you wrapped your arms around his torso as you sobbed against his hoodie.

Wrapping his arms around you tightly, he hushed you while kissing the top of your head, “You idiot, you had a year to speak up and you only did it now?”

Jungkook sighed, “I know, I’m sorry.”

“But I still love you,” you looked up to him with glassy eyes.

He tried to hide his smile from forming, “You do?” 

You nodded, “Always have and always will.”

“I love you, too,” He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “It’s disappointing how I couldn’t get you flowers at 3 AM”

You laughed and playfully hit his arm, “I don’t need flowers, just having you back is already enough.”

“Besides, there’s nothing we can do with what already happened. We’ll just have to move on with our lives,” the both of you looked deeply into each other's eyes – yours were puffy while his eyes were glimmering with held-back tears except this time, they were out of happiness.

He cupped your face with both hands and kissed you deeply for the first time again. It feels like a huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders because finally, the both of you took the first step in making your relationship better – communicating like level-headed adults.

“If I knew how liberating opening up is, I would’ve done it sooner,” he chuckled, “Thank you for giving me peace of mind even if I’m such a piece of shit. I promise to be more honest with you this time.”

Your stomach grumbling made the both of you laugh hysterically. You pulled away and avoided eye contact but he pulled you back in with a grin on his face, “Let’s go get you something to eat other than cookies”

You lifted a brow, “What’s wrong with my cookies?” 

Jungkook’s eyes widened as he shook his head, “I– uh nothing? …just a bit salty”

“Fine, I’ll work on the recipe again,” you playfully rolled your eyes.

You giggled at his effort for trying to be honest. It must’ve been a struggle for him to avoid hurting your feelings though you appreciated it nonetheless. His brows lifted ever so slightly. It had been so long since he last heard it. The way it sounded was refreshing, comforting even. It fluttered inside his chest. As he clasps your hands together, he holds them gently yet firmly. 

He can’t say how the following days will turn out for the both of you. It would probably consist of talking things through to have it out of the way so you can understand each other better. As you exchange soft, adoring gazes at one another, the only thing that matters is right now – Jungkook knows he’s finally home.

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hard liquor | myg. (m)

➵ summary: your dull evening at a bar becomes hopeful when your mysterious, handsome boss min yoongi shows you the ropes on everything alcohol, but shows you much more when he ends up buried deep inside you.

➵ pairing: executive boss!yoongi x employee!reader

➵ genre: business!au, age gap!au (5 years), smut, pwp

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 8k

➵ warnings: alcohol consumption, teasing, explicit sexual content, pussy fondling, semi-public fingering, exhibitionism, humiliation, dry-humping, begging, titty sucking, marking, manhandling, dirty talk, elevator sex, tipsy sex (consensual), cum-eating, impregnation kink, creampie <3

➵ a/n: HELLOO THIS FIC IS FINALLY HERE!! thank you endlessly to everyone who’s patiently waited and shown support for this before it was even written, i hope it reads well!! 🥺 a million thank you’s to my wife @amourtae​ for beta-ing!! your feedback is always appreciated <3

“One more sangria, please.” 

“Haven’t you had enough of those?” 

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Dichotomy

Author: @kpopfanfictrash , as part of the Bound series with @underthejoon 

Creative Content Contributor: @m00nk1ld FOR THIS FREAKING AMAZING MOODBOARD. I actually yelled out loud, the first time I laid eyes. 

Rating: 18 + (explicit sex, road head, denied orgasm, dirty talk, hate sex) 

Word Count: 14,566

Summary:  You hate him. He hates you. It’s a fine line though, isn’t it  – between love and hate? (Arranged Marriage!AU)

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