Hate You + Love You | Mlist.

hate you + love you | mlist.

⤑ a collection of occurrences where you and jungkook can’t seem to stay away from one another 

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader

genre/au: on and off, angst, smut

warnings/content: depictions of unhealthy/toxic relationships, emotional manipulation, explicit sexual content, alcohol and drug use, a lot of sleeping around, they’re both confusing and bad for each other, additional warnings will be added in each scenario

status: upcoming 

taglist: open | general taglist form

hate you: when he asked for a space (soon)

love you: when you just couldn’t let him go

hate you: when he does whatever he wants

love you: when he said he misses you

hate you: when you’re being indecisive

love you: when…

FAQ

how long is this series?

i will be writing this as i go (no outline) so i can’t tell you

when will you update?

no schedule but i’m currently not writing NSFW until Holy Week is over

is this an interactive series?

sort of yes. feel free to send something you want from the couple here if it doesn’t go against their characters or any elements of the entire story and i will try to include it

the whole series is based on the song of the same name by Cheat Codes & AJ Mitchell

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Jealousy

Author : purrfectfae

Pairing : volleyball captain jungkook × cheerleader reader

Warnings ⚠️ : titty fuck , oral ( male receiving), blow job , jungkook is kinda yanderish, Dom! Jungkook, exhibitionism in a beach.

Published date : 13 Mar, 2022

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Pairing: Reader / Jungkook, Reader / Taehyung (past relationship, friends to lovers to friends)

Genre: College!au, fluff, angst, supernatural drama, smut, friends to lovers, emotional trauma, hurt/comfort

Length: 9, 203k words

Warnings: language, episodes of anxiety, panic attacks, sexual themes in later chapters.

Summary: Living in a world full of things only you have the ability to see, growing up with Jungkook has been your island amidst the chaos. But when your best friend makes an impossible request, your friendship is fractured, and your sudden decision to cut ties and move abroad changes everything. Three years later, Jungkook is thriving at university as he begins his junior year. He’s a star athlete, member of a popular fraternity, and every girl’s ideal boyfriend. He tells himself that he’s long forgotten you and the friendship he never had a chance to mend – that is, until you show up on campus as a transfer student with new friends in tow. It’s been three years, and everything has changed, but the biggest change is you. Your new found determination to use your abilities to help the ghosts you used to live in fear of, no matter how dangerous it might be, makes Jungkook fear he’ll lose you before he has a chance to fix what he broke. College AU.

Disclaimer: Just for funsies, I don’t believe in real-life shipping. But I like to write, and I like fandom, so here we are. Please do not duplicate this work or repost anywhere else without permission.

Tag List: @ggukkieland @jikooksgirl19 @waves-and-woods @kookiesbreaky @koochiekoo @monvieesdaebak @kb-bangtanenthusiast @mwitsmejk @justvibingsblog @gerigonzalezme

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chapter 3

“You ready to go?”

You turned to see Taehyung leaning in your doorway. He was wearing flared jeans and a green paisley silk button-down shirt. The open butterfly collar revealed a vintage Chanel gold medallion, and he’d added light green sunglasses to complete his retro look.

Taehyung had picked out your outfit – a short, cream-colored wrap dress with an abstract floral design and long flared sleeves. Knee high rust red boots and pin straight hair completed the look, and for once you felt like a match to his fashionable appearance.

You held up a finger as you opened your jewelry box, looking for the vintage garnet drop earrings you’d found to complement the outfit. You slid them in, moving your hair back to admire how they dangled and caught the light.

“Okay, I’m ready,” you said, turning to find him behind you.

“Almost,” he said, pulling a small box out of his pocket.

“Tae,” you said reprovingly as he opened the box and took out a ring. The antique gold setting was beautiful – an oval opal surrounded by a halo of garnets – and it looked perfect when he slid it onto your right ring finger.

“Now you’re ready,” he said, looking pleased as he stood back to check your appearance.

You raised a brow. “When did you even have time to shop for this?” Taehyung’s little surprise gifts were something to which you’d become accustomed over the last few years, and your attempts to discourage him were usually ignored.

He shrugged and as always, his sheepish grin disarmed you. You reached up and adjusted his collar.

“You look like you’re ready for a Vogue shoot,” you said, smiling back. “The poor girls at this party won’t know what hit them.”

“That’s why I have you to protect me,” he replied.

It was Friday, the final weekend before classes started, and the welcoming activities had ramped up in the last week. You and Taehyung had attended some of them and declined others, but you’d committed to the biggest events of the weekend – tonight’s Musical Eras mixer and tomorrow’s Movie Night on the Quad.

The mixer was being held at the Kappa fraternity house, something that had almost made you reconsider attending because you were certain to run into Jungkook again as you had for the last week. While your anger had cooled, you still felt that knot of anxiety in your stomach whenever you saw him, wondering if he’d still be angry or if he’d just pretend you didn’t exist.

So far, his attitude fell somewhere in the middle – when he saw you and Taehyung together at the supermarket, he tried to hide his reaction, but the little muscle ticking away in his jaw was a dead giveaway. A couple of days later, you saw him in the park while you were walking Yeontan and for once, he didn’t look big mad at the sight of you. You were alone and had considered trying to talk to him, but he was with friends. Not wanting to invite public rejection, you waved at the group and hurried away, noticing the little wrinkle between his brows as he watched you go.

Jin, Jimin and Jimin’s girlfriend, Ayeong, had all been by the house a couple of times. Sera had also visited with her mother, accepting Taehyung’s offer of a house tour since Sera’s mother was interested in how the historical home had been renovated. Jungkook was noticeably absent, though Jin seemed certain that he’d eventually come around.

You weren’t so certain of that. In all the years you’d been friends with Jungkook, you’d never seen him so deeply upset with another person. If someone upset him, he might avoid that person for a while, but he always got over it, and you’d never seen him blow up at anyone the way he had with you.

You always thought you knew him better than anyone, and he you, but now you had to acknowledge the reality of this situation – three years had passed, and the truth was, you didn’t know this Jungkook. Worse, he didn’t know you either and you had no one to blame for that but yourself.

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Stepping into the Kappa house was like stepping back in time. The large house had several rooms downstairs, each of which reflected a different decade of music, and everyone had taken their costumes just as seriously. You laughed when Jimin and Ayeong met you out front dressed as Sonny and Cher.

“Very nice,” you said, gesturing to Ayeong’s dress.

“Thanks, I love yours too.”

Thought it was still early, the party was already a crush of people circulating between the rooms. Younger guys, probably freshmen, circulated with drinks on trays which they offered to guests.

“Pledges?” Taehyung asked Jimin as he took a beer.

Jimin nodded. “They have to put in an hour according to a schedule and then they’re free to party. That’s as close to hazing as we get here.”

When Jimin offered you a glass of wine, you shook your head. “I don’t really drink much when I’m…” you paused, unsure how to finish the sentence without being weird. “When I’m out.”

You could see that Jimin understood what you meant. “Got it. We have a dry bar too if you want to call it that.”

Ayeong linked arms with you. “I’ll show her. I’m not really in the mood to drink either.”

The dry bar turned out to be pretty impressive, with lots of juice, sparkling water, club soda, and even different types of fruit. You settled for club soda with a splash of raspberry juice and slices of lemon while Ayeong created a tropical drink.

“I know Jungkook is being… well, difficult. But I just want you to know that Jimin is so happy you’re back,” Ayeong said. “He said you were all friends since kindergarten.”

“Jimin was always one of the sweetest people at our school,” you replied. “It was really easy to be his friend.”

“Not much has changed then,” Ayeong laughed. “What about Jungkook? Jimin says he wasn’t always such a fuckboy.”

You choked on a sip of your drink. “Jungkook is a fuckboy?”

“Well, a nice one? I think he only hooks up with girls who want the same kind of no-strings fun, so there’s never any drama related to it. He’s not the type to get serious though, which is why I’ve told Erin she needs to move on from her crush.”

Fuckboy Jungkook wasn’t something you could really imagine, nor did you want to. You chose not to think too closely about why it bothered you so much.

But once you spotted him across the room talking to a group of girls, you couldn’t shake that image from your mind. He looked good. Really, really good. He was dressed in tight red pants, a black silk button down, and he’d completed his Michael Jackson Thriller homage with a red leather jacket trimmed in black. When he laughed at something one of the girls said and then pressed his lips together, his dimples appeared.

“I’m surprised Jungkook is wearing a costume – he almost never does,” Ayeong commented.

“He kind of stopped wearing them by the time we were in high school,” you said. “But this kind of party, plus a Thriller homage, is pretty on brand for him.”

“Oh, that’s who he’s supposed to be! I’m really bad at guessing all of these costumes.”

You and Taehyung stuck with Jimin and Ayeong, who introduced you to people you hadn’t met yet. Everyone was welcoming, but two hours in you were starting to feel a little overwhelmed by the crowds and the noise. There was also the fact that ever since Jungkook became aware of your presence, you’d felt his eyes on you. You’d hoped his neutral response to you at the park was progress, but you could feel his judgmental stare like a brand.

Every time you glanced over at him, his impassive expression was contradicted by some blazing emotion in his eyes. You reminded yourself that you’d known this would probably be a struggle – that Jungkook would likely be angry with you for leaving. Emmie had even said that no one mentioned your name to him anymore.

You’d just underestimated how much it would hurt.

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Jungkook almost skipped Movie Night on the Quad because he was in a foul mood after the Musical Eras mixer. Seeing you there with Taehyung in your matching costumes had made him inexplicably angry, something Jin called him out on.

“Shouldn’t we be glad that she has good people in her life?” Jin asked him when he stomped around the kitchen the next day, slamming cabinets as he fixed a late breakfast.

“He’s right,” Jimin said. “Plus you know that she and Taehyung aren’t together, right?”

That made him pause. “They look like they’re together.” Fucking matching costumes and all, he thought viciously.

“They dated, but Ayeong said y/n told her it’s been a while since they were together like that. At least six months or so.”

“Who the hell follows their ex-girlfriend to another country? And buys a house?”

“If you took the time to get to know Taehyung, you’d understand that he feels like y/n saved his life. He’s committed to helping her with the ghost hunting because of that, but he also genuinely cares about her. So do Namjoon and Chloe,” Jin said. “They’re all good people.”

“Whatever,” Jungkook muttered, shoving cereal into his mouth.

“Forget it, Jin. He won’t admit the real problem, and we all know his anger default setting when it comes to y/n is because of that.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Jungkook demanded.

“You’re jealous. You’ve always been jealous of anyone that got close to y/n,” Jimin replied calmly. He crossed his arms and sat back in his chair.

Jungkook grit his teeth. “I’m not jealous.”

“Really? So every time a guy expressed interest in dating her back in high school, and you very pointedly warned them all off, that was you just being what? A good friend?” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Who? Like Lucas? You’re damn right I warned him off. He didn’t deserve her.”

“What about me?” Jimin asked, a challenge in his tone. “I told you that I liked her our sophomore year, and you shot down that idea so fast I was afraid if I pursued it, it would actually ruin our friendship.”

Jungkook stared at him, shifting uncomfortably. “Because you weren’t serious about it.”

“Says who? I was dead serious, Jungkook, and you know it. For that matter, I think even Lucas was serious about liking her. He never said a word about her that wasn’t totally respectful.”

“Yeah, because he knew I would beat his ass,” Jungkook replied irritably.

“You’re right – everybody knew that. Why do you think people steered clear of her? Why do you think Grace hated her so much? I told you that Grace wasn’t as nice as you thought she was, but you still held tight to y/n with one hand while you chased after her. And I figured it was just a matter of time until you realized how you really felt about y/n, so I let it go. But damn, Jungkook, you need to stop getting mad and let her explain why she left.”

No one spoke for a moment. Then Jungkook asked, “Has she told you why?”

“I asked her,” Jin said. “But I think she’s waiting to talk to you first.”

Jungkook tried not to think about what Jimin said, but now that he was here on the quad, and you were just a few feet away, it was all he could think about. Jealousy.

He couldn’t deny he hated seeing how close you were to Taehyung. The way the other man touched you, or kept a protective arm around you, pissed him off. The way you smiled at him made him even angrier. Still, beneath the anger was something else – a yearning for the way things had been. No one had ever understood him the way you did, and he missed that connection with you.

It was his fault you left. That little voice in the back of his head kept reminding him that you weren’t the only one to blame for this vast distance between you now. He kind of understood why you’d left, but he didn’t know why it had taken you so long to return.

He kept stealing glances at you rather than watching the movie playing on the large screen set up on the quad. You’d been to the concession stand, and he wasn’t surprised to see you eating gummy bears since that had always been your favorite movie snack.

You looked pretty. Your hair was a little longer now than it had been in high school and fell in gentle waves around your shoulders. You wore another floaty little summer dress, the kind you had always liked, small feet encased in comfortable flat sandals. You and Taehyung had joined Jimin, Ayeong, Erin and Jin on a large blanket towards the front of the crowd.

Stubbornly, Jungkook had opted to sit with some of his friends from the baseball team. He was still close enough to watch you – to hear your voice – to just observe you while his mind sorted through his confusing thoughts and emotions. You had glanced over at him a few times, as if feeling his eyes on you, a silent question in your own. And somehow, he knew that you understood that he needed some time.

At the intermission between films, you went with Ayeong and Erin to the bathroom. Jungkook got tacos from a nearby food truck and when he returned, he noticed that you were the only one missing from the group. A few minutes later, Taehyung was frowning at his phone after making a call that had gone unanswered.

“I’m going to go check on her,” he heard the other man say as he stood up.

Jungkook hesitated for a few seconds before following him. Taehyung had his phone to his ear again, though again there seemed to be no answer.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asked as he caught up to him.

Taehyung turned and scowled at him. Then he sighed. “Ayeong said she stayed back because she got a call from her mom that she needed to answer. Maybe it’s nothing, but she’s been gone for almost twenty minutes, so I just want to make sure nothing happened.”

Jungkook nodded and then they were silent as they walked around the buildings that were still open. The campus was well lit, so it was easy to see the faces of people walking to the dorms or back to the quad. When they didn’t see you anywhere, Taehyung made another call.

“Chloe, I need you to ping y/n’s location and send it to my phone.” He listened for a minute. “Maybe nothing but I can’t find her and I don’t know – I’m getting a weird feeling. Okay, thanks.”

Taehyung’s unease was contagious, and Jungkook shifted from one foot to the other as they waited. Then Taehyung’s phone vibrated, and he studied his screen for a moment before gesturing for Jungkook to follow him. After walking for a few minutes, Jungkook realized they were heading towards a park where students often had lunch or relaxed between classes.

And there you were, a ghostly figure swaying in the moonlight as you hummed a strange tune.

“Fuck.” Taehyung started running.

Jungkook was right behind him. When he reached you, he tried to take your arm to turn you towards them, but Taehyung stopped him.

“Don’t,” he said, a note of warning in his tone. “She’s in a sort of fugue state, and it’s safer if she comes out of it herself.”

Rather than argue, Jungkook walked around to face you, but froze when he saw that your eyes were unfocused, and almost… glowing? It was clear that you didn’t see him, though he was standing right in front of you.

Jungkook’s heart was pounding now. “How do we make her do that?”

“There’s something else here,” Taehyung explained. “It probably tried to communicate with her. Sometimes, if she lets her guard down, or if the spirit is especially powerful, she gets sort of… pulled to the other side. It’s usually because they’re trying to show her something.”

Swallowing hard, Jungkook nodded. “Okay. How do we make her come out of it?”

“We can’t make her, and if we try, it can cause severe shock. She’ll already be in a state of shock when she comes to on her own, so we have to be careful. I’m going to go get the car. You wait here with her and just keep talking to her, okay?”

“Can I touch her hands?”

“Carefully,” Taehyung said. “Don’t pull her or shake her, and don’t try to make her move.”

“Okay.” After Taehyung left, Jungkook pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Jin, I need you to come to the park right now. The one behind the science building.”

You were still humming and swaying when Jungkook reached out to touch your hand. There was no response, so he carefully took both your hands in his.

“Jesus, your hands are freezing,” he said quietly. “You never dress right for being out at night. You know that you get cold even when it’s not that cold, right?”

He squeezed your hands in an attempt to warm them up. There was no response from you, your eyes still fixed on something he couldn’t see.

“You need to come back now,” he finally said. “I know something else is here, telling you that you need to listen to them and their problems, but you don’t need to stay there, okay? I’m here now, and I know I’ve been mad at you, but I’m not mad anymore. I’m just worried. So, I need you to listen to me now and come back, y/n.”

You shifted slightly, and your eyelids drooped. He thought he felt the faintest twitch of your fingers.

“That’s good. Come back to me.”

“Jungkook?” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

“I’m here,” he answered. He squeezed your hands again, and a wave of relief swept through him when you suddenly stumbled against him.

“Cold,” you whispered against his shoulder.

Jungkook pulled you in tight against his body and wrapped his arms around you. “I know. You’re okay now.”

You leaned heavily against him, shivering violently now. He kept talking to you as he saw both Jin and Taehyung pulling up to the park.

Taehyung reached for one of your hands, which hung loosely at your sides. “She came out of it?”

Jungkook nodded. “I think she heard me talking to her.”

“What happened?” Jin asked, looking concerned. “Is she okay?”

“She will be,” Taehyung answered. “But she’ll need fluids, at the very least, and we’ll have to keep an eye on her tonight. Her blood pressure and blood sugar always drop after one of these incidents.”

Jungkook remembered how you’d been the night of the library fire. That had been the most terrifying night of his life - getting the call from Jimin and then watching over your unconscious form. You’d been so cold and still, and he’d felt guilty for not being there to protect you.

But he was here now. He helped Taehyung move you into the back of the SUV, sliding in after you. He heard Jin say he’d follow behind and then the door closed as he pulled you close again. You were still shivering, but the way you occasionally murmured his name reassured him that you were more aware of your surroundings than you seemed to be.

When they arrived at Taehyung’s house, Namjoon and Chloe met them outside. Ignoring them, Jungkook slid out of the car and carefully lifted you out. He carried you inside and followed the others up the stairs to your bedroom, where Namjoon had already set up an IV pole. He laid you carefully on the bed.

“Jungkook,” you murmured again, though your eyes remained closed.

“I’m here,” he reassured you.

“Jungkook,” you said again. “Cold.”

“She wants your hoodie,” Taehyung said as Namjoon got the IV bag ready. He moved to the dresser opposite the bed, opened the bottom drawer, and pulled out a black hoodie which Jungkook recognized as one he’d let you wear pretty often in high school.

Taehyung handed it to him wordlessly, and Jungkook helped you sit up so he could slide your arms into the hoodie. You relaxed almost immediately, breathing evening out, and Jungkook let you settle against him rather than back against the pillows.

You winced when Namjoon slid the needle into one of the veins in your left hand, and Jungkook tightened his arms around you. “It’s okay.” He swallowed hard, feeling unbalanced as he watched the other man secure the IV while Chloe checked your temperature and blood pressure. Then Namjoon pricked your finger to check your blood sugar.

“How is she?” Jungkook finally asked.

“Her blood sugar and blood pressure are both low, which is to be expected,” Namjoon answered. “But she’s a lot calmer than she usually is, probably because you’re here.”

Jungkook hesitated but then asked, “Does she always do this?” When Chloe raised a questioning brow, he added, “Say my name, or ask for me, I mean.”

“Always.” Taehyung leveled him with a look. “She never forgot you, if that’s what you’ve been thinking all this time. I knew your name before she ever even told me about you because when something like this happens? She wants you with her.”

Jin had been hovering near the doorway as they got you settled. Now he sat on the end of the bed and asked, “What the hell happened, exactly?”

Taehyung pulled one of the armchairs closer to the bed as he explained it to Jin. “She’s gotten so much better about blocking their energy that it doesn’t happen very often anymore – not like it did a couple of years ago.”

Jungkook dropped his chin to rest against the top of your head. He didn’t like to think about it – about you being cold and scared and traumatized, asking for him when he wasn’t there. What had he been doing when you were going through that? The guilt he felt was a hot, choking weight in his throat.

He didn’t let you go when Namjoon changed the IV bag and checked your vitals again.

“I don’t think she’ll need to go to the hospital,” Namjoon said. “Her blood sugar is up, and so is her blood pressure. I know she never wants to eat or drink when she wakes up, but we’ll have to push her…”

“I’ll do it,” Jungkook said. “She’ll do it for me.”

“Are you okay?” Jin asked him with a frown. “You’re really tense.”

Jungkook made a conscious effort to relax his shoulders and took a breath. “I’m fine.” He wasn’t fine – not even a little bit. But there would be time to think about that later.

Namjoon and Chloe left the room, and Jin followed after asking where the bathroom was, leaving Jungkook and Taehyung alone in the room.

“She and I aren’t together anymore.” Taehyung was the first to break the silence. “We had a really long talk about us – about everything, really. She said that she felt like we loved each other but weren’t in lovewith each other. And maybe she was right about that. I understand what she means, anyway. But the thing is…”

Jungkook waited for him to continue.

“I do love her,” Taehyung finally said. “She came back here to answer all of her what ifs, and you’re a big one. But if you don’t love her enough to take the bad with the good, I’m asking you to make that clear to her and let her move on.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything, and after a moment, Taehyung stood up and left the room. He tried not to feel resentful towards the other man, but it was hard. He resented the fact that he’d been the one you’d turned to for the past three years. He knew it was foolish, and petty, and he wasn’t exactly angry about it anymore. He wasn’t angry with you. He just hated that those three years away from each other existed at all.

He thought Jimin was right. He was jealous, and he needed to figure out what that meant.

You woke up about an hour later, and then Jungkook was busy coaxing you to sip juice and nibble the dry crackers Chloe brought. You wrinkled your nose at him, but you didn’t argue, and you didn’t question why he was there. Namjoon finally determined that you were stable, and he removed the IV. Jungkook stayed until you fell asleep again, still wearing his hoodie.

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The first week of classes passed quickly. You were settling into campus life more easily than expected, aided by Sera, who shared a literature class with you. Jungkook was also in the class as he’d put it off the previous year.

When study groups were formed after the second class, you ended up in the same group with Jungkook and Sera. You kept sneaking glances at Jungkook in the library that afternoon, wondering where you stood now. He didn’t seem angry anymore, but he was distant. He kept his baseball cap on, pulled low enough to hide his eyes and his expression. You resisted the urge to push him to talk to you, sensing that he was working through things in his own way. For now, it was enough to know that he wasn’t mad anymore.

You shifted in the library chair, eyes on your laptop, trying to ignore the menstrual cramps that had begun that morning. They sometimes made you feel sick, and you made a note on your calendar to call the women’s clinic that Sera used. You’d almost skipped today’s study group, but you were discussing ideas for the group project due mid-semester, and you hadn’t wanted to miss an opportunity to see Jungkook.

You shifted again and sighed, rubbing the line between your brows. You looked up when Jungkook left the table. He was gone for ten minutes and when he returned, he dropped a small pharmacy bag on your books and set a cup of hot tea in front of you.

A peek into the bag showed a hot pack and some painkillers, and something warm blossomed in your chest. This was the type of thing he’d done for you before, for years. It made you remember that first time. You were twelve and horribly embarrassed by your body’s changes. When you’d left school sick one afternoon and then refused to see Jungkook, he’d climbed up the tree outside your window and nearly fell trying to get into your room.

You’d confessed the problem, cheeks hot, and then he’d been a little embarrassed too. But after that, he went home and spent the evening reading about menstrual cycles and how to help with cramps, and he’d shared his research with you. You didn’t tell him that you already knew most of it because as embarrassing as it was, it was somehow easier to talk to him than your mom, and it was nice to know that he cared enough to do it.

He still cares, you thought. You glanced over at him, and your eyes met his dark ones for a brief moment before he focused on his tablet again.

Some of the weight you’d carried since your return lightened because for the first time, you were sure that you and he would get past this. It might take time, and you suspected there were some hard conversations in your future. But you were still in his heart as much as he was in yours.

When you left the library, Jungkook fell into step beside you. You were quiet as you walked to the car, waiting for him to speak first.

“Jin and Jimin are throwing a birthday party for me,” he finally said. “It’s tomorrow night – just some people at the house, nothing too big. I thought you might want to come.”

Tamping down the surge of elation that rushed through you, you took a breath and nodded. “Sure, it sounds fun.”

“Our moms are coming on Saturday,” he added. “I guess your mom called you about that.”

“Yes. She’s bringing the twins, and I think we’re all supposed to go to lunch.” You pressed your lips together and then said, “Taehyung’s mom will be here this weekend, too. She wanted to see how the house turned out, and she wants to meet my family, so they’ll both come to lunch.”

You relaxed when he just nodded at that without saying anything. He and Taehyung seemed to have reached an accord of sorts since the night you’d fallen prey to a stronger-than-usual spirit. They might never be besties, but they were civil and no longer glared at each other. You’d count that as a win.

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When you walked into Jungkook’s house the next day, you sensed the presence immediately – a dark, low-level spirit, but one that was weakened. You followed Jin inside and paused at a door to the left of the hallway off the living room.

“What room is this?” You gestured to the door, raising a curious brow.

“It goes down to the basement,” Jin replied. “We were thinking of putting another bedroom down there, or maybe a game room, but it needs some work first.”

“It does,” you agreed. “Starting with getting rid of the ghost inhabiting it.”

He looked startled. “There’s a ghost down there? How do you know?”

“I can feel it,” you said. You touched the door knob but then hesitated. “I can deal with it, but I should probably call Namjoon and Chloe, just to be safe.”

Jimin arrived home just after Namjoon and Chloe began setting up their equipment, and he watched, skeptical, as you got the things ready which you would take down to the basement.

“Uh, I don’t know, y/n. Maybe we should wait for Jungkook.”

You looked over at Jimin. “I don’t think he’d let me do this. He’s still stuck in the past, where I was scared of everything and he made it his job to get between me and… well, everything, really. I need to show him that our relationship doesn’t hinge on him protecting me anymore. The only way we can move forward is if he sees that our friendship can be healthy and balanced.”

“He’s going to be really pissed off when he gets here and sees this though.” Jimin grimaced and shook his head. “Fine, I get it, but you need to be ready to deal with him when he blows up.”

“I can handle Jungkook.” And you could now – you were sure of it.

When the equipment was set up, you put on the headset which also held a small camera and a microphone. Additionally, you wore two patches on your chest and the modified smartwatch which Chloe could use to monitor your vital signs. You made sure your two protective amulets were in your pocket and hefted a bag which contained small electrical discs and salt before making your way to the basement door.

You flipped on the lights at the top of the stairs but weren’t surprised when the lights flickered like a bad horror movie.

Getting ready for me, aren’t you? You walked down a few steps and then turned to pour some of the salt out in a thick, straight line along the steps. Just above that line, you set down one of the electrical discs, which would emit low-level pulses of energy.

“What’s that for?” Jin asked as he and Jimin watched you.

“The reason the ghost escaped down here is because of the talismans Jungkook hung upstairs. They were strong enough to make the ghost keep its distance, but not strong enough to banish the ghost altogether. Once the ghost realizes I’m a threat, it could escape upstairs, and this will prevent that.”

When you glanced up and saw the look on Jin’s face, you hurried to reassure him. “Look, I promise I actually know what I’m doing here. This ghost isn’t even particularly strong. I’ve banished more than a hundred ghosts like this one, at least, in the last couple of years.”

You gave them one more reassuring nod before you continued down the stairs. The space was open but since there were no windows, and the lights were still flickering due to the interference from the ghost’s own electrical energy, it was a dark space. You could see a small kitchenette on one side of the room, and an open door on the other side led to a bathroom. Boxes stacked against one wall were full of sports equipment, books, and miscellaneous things you assumed the three roommates hadn’t gotten around to unpacking yet.

You dropped a couple of electrical discs around the perimeters of the room as you waited for the ghost to show itself. You could feel its energy building, so it wouldn’t be long now. Gripping the bag of salt, you poured it out into a large half circle, leaving one part open to allow the ghost to come inside with you, at which point you’d be able to cut it off.

Then you waited. After several minutes of silence, you heard Jin call from the open door. “Is everything okay down there? Maybe I should come down too.”

You sighed. “Jin, you’re scaring it away. Close the door and go watch from the monitor with Joon and Chloe, okay?”

Jimin cleared his throat nervously. “But…”

“Go – both of you.”

There was a moment of silence before you heard the door close. As soon as it did, the lights flickered out completely, the room now lit only by the light on your headset.

“There you are,” you murmured as you saw the shadows shifting near the bathroom. “Come out and talk to me.”

The shadow shifted again and then suddenly, it was right outside the salt circle – a female spirit with eyes as dark as pitch and a pinched mouth, long hair hanging in inky ropes down her back. She wore an old-fashioned dress – you dated it to the late nineteenth century – but no shoes.

You kept your tone conversational as you spoke to her. “Did you live here?” You knew the house wasn’t old enough, but it was likely built in the same place where other homes had once been. Ghosts often stayed in the same area, even when old buildings were torn down and new ones built.

She opened her mouth and screamed at you, her cold breath carrying the stench of fish. You fought back your gag reflex. “Lovely. What’s your name?” You didn’t offer your own name – a rookie mistake you’d made before you realized that the more a spirit knew about you, the more they could latch onto you.

She screamed again and darted toward you, getting right in your face. You turned, edging around the circle so that you could use your foot to shift the salt and close it. Suddenly, she reached for you and you gasped as she gripped your throat and lifted you.

Don’t panic. You reached into your pocket and just as your fingers found the Taoist jade amulet, you heard a crashing sound from the door, followed by someone racing down the stairs.

You barely had time to brace yourself before Jungkook slammed into you and fell to the floor, turning his body so he took the brunt of the impact. Before you could catch your breath, he rolled on top of you. When he grunted, you looked over his shoulder to see that the ghost had thrown herself into him, and he’d actually felt it. When she raised one hand, long nails curled into claws, you pushed Jungkook off of you and sat up.

You held up the amulet and said the words Mr. Lu had taught you, feeling your power curl up and flow through the amulet, which helped you direct it towards the ghost. She screamed as the tendrils of light wrapped around her form, and she pulled away from you. You followed, still chanting, and when she changed direction to come for you again, you were ready. You kicked out, hitting her squarely in the middle, never stopping the chant or your concentration on holding her with your power.

The glittering bands of light drew tighter, and suddenly she blew apart, her energy scattering into nothingness. Your ears rang in the silence that followed, and you drew in several deep breaths as you braced your hands on your knees. Finally, you looked over your shoulder to see Jungkook standing behind you, staring.

“Are you okay?” You asked, reaching for his arm to turn him slightly. You ran a hand down his back. “She hit you pretty hard.”

“What the fuck,” he breathed out, staring at you. “What the fuck just happened?”

“I banished her,” you said simply.

“Where? To the other world?”

“No. She’s completely gone. She had descended into complete darkness. There was no communicating with her. If I had banished her to the other world, it’s likely she would have found her way back here at some point, and if she grew strong enough? She could hurt someone.”

“So you can kill ghosts? Or I don’t know – I know they’re already dead, but they just… cease to exist?”

You held up the amulet. “This amulet absorbs their dark energy, basically. It helps me direct my power, and then when they disintegrate, the amulet absorbs the darkness. After enough time passes, I perform a cleansing ritual to help rid the amulet of that darkness. It works better when I keep everything in balance.”

Jungkook stared at it and then back at you. Then he covered his face with his hands and took a deep breath, muttering something to himself that you couldn’t quite hear.

You bit your lip, wondering if he was about to blow, as Jimin had predicted. Instead, he walked past you and up the stairs. You followed, where you found Jin examining the door now hanging crookedly, two of its hinges broken.

Jin shook his head at Jungkook. “This door opens in, not out. You didn’t have to break it.”

“He broke the door?” You looked at Jungkook in surprise, who scowled back at you.

“It’s not the sturdiest door in the world, but I’m surprised he was able to break it like this.” Jin looked over at you. “Are you okay?”

You gave him a thumbs up. “No more ghostie either. I’ll help you set up new talismans to keep any new ones away. This town is lousy with them. They’re kind of everywhere.”

You went to check in with Namjoon and Chloe, who were reviewing the recording. “Pretty straightforward,” you told them. You heard Jungkook snort behind you.

“That was wild,” Jimin said, looking at you in amazement. “Like, I couldn’t see it, but I saw this light burst out of you, and I saw a shadow maybe? Crazy.”

“I told you – I’ve learned a lot over the last three years.” You looked at Jungkook again, trying to read his mood, but it was difficult. He was obviously listening as you talked about the ghost with Namjoon and Chloe, but he didn’t ask any questions. He did, however, lean forward to watch the video as you pointed out where the ghost was, what was happening, and your individual experience with what happened.

“Why did she have fish breath?” Jimin asked.

“Well, I say fish breath, but it was more of a rotten scent that was vaguely fishy? Dark entities often have a weird smell, at least to me. Sometimes Taehyung can smell it too. The darker they are, the more foul the odor they’re exuding.”

“Did you smell anything?” Jin asked Jungkook, who shook his head.

“I felt it though,” Jungkook said quietly. “When the ghost hit me, I felt it, and I felt the cold.”

“She was drawing on big energy reserves at that point,” you said, “so a lot of times, when ghosts do that, regular people will be able to see, hear or even feel them.”

Namjoon and Chloe accepted Jin’s invitation to stay for dinner and Jungkook went outside with Jimin to get the grill going. Soon, the smell of roasting meat drifted in from outside as you sat at the kitchen table with Chloe, who was helping you get the talismans ready.

You bit your lip as you concentrated on drawing the last one and then murmured the words that helped you seal the talisman with your power. Jungkook paused behind you at one point, watching you do it, before he took another plate of meat out of the fridge and headed outside with it.

“He was pretty upset when he came in and realized what was happening earlier,” Chloe said as she helped you hang the talismans at strategic locations around the house. You hid them as best you could but made a mental note to pick up some pictures they could hang to hide the most visible ones.

“I know,” you replied. “I figured he would be, but he needed to see it to believe it. If we’d waited for him, he would have been arguing with me or interfering with what I was doing downstairs.”

“I’ve never seen anyone move that fast,” Chloe said. “Dude vaulted the chair and broke the door down about 5 seconds after he figured out what he was looking at on the screen.”

“He’s… impulsive.” And protective, you thought.

Soon, the house was filled with people – some from the fraternity, others from Jungkook’s team, and a few Jin knew from the drama department.

“This is like, Jungkook’s first birthday party,” Sera said when she arrived. “He always said he wasn’t into birthday parties.”

You felt another little stab of guilt at her words; you hated to think you had ruined that for him. Of course, you hadn’t been one to celebrate birthdays in the past three years either, though Taehyung usually got you a gift and a cake despite your protests.

You walked Namjoon and Chloe outside after they ate, and when you returned, Jin was bringing out a cake. “Happy 21st,” he said as he set it down on the table.

Jungkook hesitated to blow out the candles and when he looked up at you, you knew it was because you had always done it together. You raised your brows, a silent question in your eyes. At his tentative nod, you joined him at the table.

“There we go,” Jin said approvingly as he put his arms around both of you. “Make your wishes and blow.”

You didn’t have to think about your wish because it was the same one you’d thought of for the past three years. When you met Jungkook’s eyes and he quirked his brow, you smiled and then you blew out the candles together.

Alcohol flowed freely after that, and though Jungkook still wasn’t exactly talking to you, you felt his eyes tracking you around the room, as if he always knew where you were and who you were talking to. You were nursing a mixed drink when Jimin suddenly announced it was truth or dare time. A collective groan was his response from half the crowd, though a lot of people were into the idea.

“Is this high school?” Sera complained as she took a seat in the circle.

You joined her, noting Jungkook’s position directly across from you. And when Jimin went first, making sure the spinning bottle pointed directly to you, you weren’t surprised by what he did next.

“I default to the birthday boy,” Jimin said, sitting back smugly.

You waited for Jungkook to speak and after a few moments, he asked, “Truth or dare?”

You let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding and said, “Truth.”

He nodded. “Why did you really leave?”

Surprised that he had come right out with that question, here, in front of everyone, you hesitated. You’d known he would eventually ask – you just weren’t expecting it to be so public. The tension between you was noticeable, to everyone, and silence fell over the group as they realized something serious was happening.

Your heart was racing, and your palms felt damp. Still, you knew that you needed to be honest if you were going to close the distance between you. You met his eyes. “I left because I was angry.”

The hurt look flashed across his expression so quickly, you would have missed it if you didn’t know him so well. The tension broke when he stood up and walked out the front door to stand on the porch.

Jimin nodded towards the door. “Go talk to him. Work it out.”

You closed the door behind you as you stepped out onto the porch, not wanting an audience. Jungkook was sitting on the steps. You could hear the murmur of voices from people who were in the backyard. You waited to see if Jungkook would speak first, but he just sat quietly, looking at the sun setting over the horizon to the left. When a fine drizzle started falling, you leaned forward, hugging your knees.

“I was angry and jealous,” you finally said. “I’m not proud of it, and it’s not the only reason, but it is the reason I went to the lake that night. And it’s the reason I called my uncle and made plans to leave.”

“I knew I made you angry,” he finally said. “I’m sorry I yelled at you that day, and I hated myself for throwing Grace in your face like that. Like anything was your fault.”

“It wasn’t just that I was angry with you,” you explained. “I was angry with myself too, for being so weak. I didn’t like hearing what you had to say, or the way you said it, but some of it was the truth. I was holding you back.”

“You weren’t…”

“Yes, I was. We both know I was, Jungkook. You should have had the choice to pick this school without worrying about me.”

“And so you took the choice away from me,” he shot back, turning to look at you. “You said I should have had the choice, but you took that from me when you left.”

You stared at him. “I didn’t want you to have to worry about me.”

“Do you really think my senior year was carefree because you left? How could you think that, y/n? I worried about you every fucking day because I was scared for you. I worried about something happening to you, and I wouldn’t be there to help you.” He pushed his hands through his hair, a move that signaled his frustration. “Do you really think that I had no choice before you left? I was looking at other colleges – ones where I thought you’d be safer. This isn’t the only university where I could get a scholarship, or where I could study film and production.”

“But there was Grace, too. And even if it wasn’t her, I knew there would be other girlfriends, or whatever. You’d get married one day, and I needed to learn to be independent.”

He snorted, his tongue pushing against his cheek. “Oh, okay. So you blew up our lives to leave me open for my future wife? Bullshit, y/n.”

Now you were angry. “It’s not bullshit! I was… in the way. I felt like that at home, all the time, and I couldn’t bear to start feeling that way with you, too. So yes, I was jealous, I guess, and sad, and mad, and scared, and a whole lot of other things I didn’t even figure out until later. I was a mess, and I didn’t want to drag you down with me. So, I left.”

“Without giving me a choice,” he said. “Don’t you realize why I was factoring you into my choices? Because I never asked Grace what her college plans were. Not even once. But you? You were always in my plan. I never would have left without you, and if I could have stopped you from leaving, I would have. It wasn’t about pitying you, either, or whatever other bullshit you came up with. I was sad that day in your room. And yeah, maybe I was frustrated in some ways. I was mostly mad at Grace for arguing with me about you, and I never blamed you for her being jealous. That day, all those frustrations just spilled out, and then I was embarrassed about it. It wasn’t just you – I wanted to be alone for a while, before baseball camp. Then, when I was there, I regretted not talking to you before I left.”

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly. “I guess I didn’t look at it that way – like I was taking the choice from you. I thought, in the long run, it might be easier for you if I left, I guess.”

“Then why come back?”

“Because I missed you,” you admitted. You felt the burn of tears in your eyes and took a breath. “Every day.”

You scooted closer to him, half expecting him to move away from you. But he didn’t – he just looked at you, his brown eyes glossy with tears he was also holding back. When you put your arms around him and laid your head on his shoulder, he suddenly shifted and wrapped his arms around you.

You took a shuddering breath, and then another, fighting back the tears. “I’m really sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he finally whispered. He turned his head, pressing his face against your neck. “God, I missed you so much.”

You stayed like this for a while, until the rain began falling in earnest, carrying the scent of grass and flowers with it. It was comforting and reminded you of summer showers in Nana’s garden, when you and Jungkook had sat on the porch, or when you had taken your shoes off and jumped in the puddles.

“Good day for puddle jumping,” you both said, and then laughed.

Jungkook hugged you closer for a moment, sniffing your hair. “You still smell the same,” he said, sounding happy about that.

“I haven’t changed my shampoo or body wash,” you admitted, pulling back to smile at him. He’d been the one to pick out those scents for you in high school. Though you didn’t say it, you could see that he understood why you’d never changed them. Scent was important to him – it always had been – and he often associated memory with scents. You’d wanted him to remember you as he always had.

Jungkook stood up and then took your hand to pull you up as well. “Come on, I want to get drunk now. I’m officially 21, and it’s allowed.”

You laughed. “Like that ever stopped you before. I still remember hauling your drunk ass home from Jimin’s that night you had beer for the first time.”

Jungkook did get drunk, but he was a happy drunk. The others had abandoned truth or dare after you went outside, but Jungkook joined in playing video games, and he sang when someone put in a karaoke DVD. Jimin pulled him into a Little Mix dance with Ayeong at one point, and you fell over laughing at their sexy girl dance moves, which Jungkook imitated shamelessly.

By midnight, most people had left, though a few hung around as Jin put in a horror movie that you and Jungkook had chosen to watch. Jimin looked at you incredulously as you both laughed at the ghosts onscreen, but you shrugged at him as you said, “This kind of thing just isn’t that scary.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Jungkook this happy,” Ayeong said quietly. She sat with Jimin, Sera, Erin and Jin on the large sofa, while you and Jungkook were on Jungkook’s leather beanbag.

Jimin noted how Jungkook was sprawled across your lap like a puppy as he laughed at something onscreen, and your fingers carded through his hair in a soothing gesture.

“The happiest I’ve ever seen Jungkook, or the saddest, or the angriest? It was always because of y/n,” Jimin told her. “He’s been different since she left, and now, he’s got a piece of his heart back. Trust me, you’ll see a totally different side to him now that she’s here.”

You were falling asleep by the time the move was over. You opened your eyes drowsily and checked the time. “I should go.”

“No,” Jungkook said. He also looked tired as he pulled you up. “You can sleep here. It’s late anyway.”

“I mean, I guess I could take the couch,” you said. Sera and Erin were gathering their things, though it looked like Ayeong was planning to stay with Jimin.

“No, in my room,” Jungkook said stubbornly.

Sera wiggled her brows at you, obviously fighting back a laugh, and you blushed. “Jungkook, we haven’t shared a bed since we were like, twelve. The couch is fine.”

But drunk Jungkook would not be swayed, and you found yourself pulled out of the room. When you passed Jin in the hallway, he closed his eyes and said, “I pretend I do not see it.”

“Oh my god,” you muttered, your face on fire now as Jungkook pulled you into his room. “Jungkook, they’re getting the wrong idea….”

“I don’t care,” he said. “I just got you back, and I don’t want you to leave yet.”

In the bathroom, he let you use his face wash, and he pulled an extra toothbrush out of a drawer. He picked up a brush and started brushing your hair as you brushed your teeth, and you made a concerted effort not to meet his eyes in the large mirror. You had some unscented face moisturizer in your bag, which you used now, and Jungkook sniffed it before using some as well.

He left the bathroom for a minute and returned with a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. “These are Ayeong’s – she leaves extra stuff in Jimin’s room and said you could borrow them.”

You changed quickly and when you exited the bathroom, he had changed as well. From a mini fridge in the corner, he pulled out two bottles of water and quickly downed one before passing you the other. Then he guided you to the bed and tucked you in before climbing in behind you.

When Jungkook wrapped one arm around you and buried his face in your hair, you jumped. Would you even be able to sleep like this? You weren’t sure.

“Shhh,” he murmured sleepily. “You think too much. Go to sleep.”

You shifted a bit, getting more comfortable. When you rested your hand on his at your stomach, he linked your fingers together. He was warm, and safe. He feels like home, you thought as you finally relaxed into sleep.

Hi guys! If you're still reading, I hope you enjoyed it. I'll post again next week since I made this update longer. I finished the whole story so I'll just kinda tweak it here and there, post 2 more parts and it'll be done. Thanks for reading :)

Break me , pierce me

Author : purrfectfae

Pairing : Ex fwb body artist! jungkook × reader

Warnings ⚠️ : nipple play, penetrating sex , sex with no condom [ wrap it up guys],jungkook is kinda manipulative, guilt trips oc, male on top, jungkook is kinda yanderish.

Published date : 14 mar, 2022.

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summary | when your roommate introduces you to her new boyfriend you surely didn’t expect to find your ex hook up standing in front of you. nor did you imagine how much you still relied on him even if it was just to keep your secret, well a secret.

warnings | ex jungkook! f!reader, roommate’s boyfriend, cheating, angst, plot w pørn, very small smut scenes, grinding, dry humping, raw sex, jk is strong, fucks against the wall, light smut

Year 2022

“Please, Y/n just one month! That’s it, his lease ends in a week and they just let him know he can’t move into his own place till next month but he already bought a ticket.”

That was over a week ago. A week of nonstop pleading and crying from your roommate. Waking up to the sound of her whiny voice talking about nice her boyfriend was. You couldn’t even understand why she was begging so much. Sure, your name was the main one on the lease but at the end of the day this apartment was hers just as much as it was yours. If she wanted her boyfriend to stay in her room no matter how against it you might feel you can’t necessarily stop her from doing it.

So, you ended up just telling her straight up that you simple did give a single fuck who she brought over to her own room. And, well, now you wished you hadn’t. Now you wished you could choke back every single word you gave her that made you think this was okay. Or maybe if the world split in half directly under your feet, either would do. Anything to escape the reality to what you’d just agreed to and surely you weren’t just being dramatic, right?

Your hand was shaking though you seriously wished it would just calm the fuck down. It raked your hair back as you sat uncomfortably still on the black couch. You avoided his direction, gnawing on your bottom lip as you flipped through whatever shitty Netflix originals there were that could possibly drown them out. You could hear your roommate, Yoona, talking to him, hugging him, helping him with his luggag, being a girlfriend.

He was overwhelmed suddenly. He’d barely taken his shoes off, his girlfriend taking his things as his eyes falter around the size-able apartment. He looked back to Yoona, suddenly hyper aware of her excited presence blinding him with her bright mood. She threw her arms around him again, putting all her weight on his neck as she lifted her legs to swing from him. His hand went to her waist forcing a smile as he hugged her before setting her down gently.

Your phone was on the couch beside you and your fingers dared to reach for it and dial any one of your friends numbers that could provide you an excuse to skip introductions. Your heart stopped, hand flying to your phone as you quickly answered eagerly, “Hello?”

“What are you doing right now?” Your friend, Hoseok’s, voice boomed, “I’m craving some fried chicken and beer, let’s go get some?”

“Yes!” You shut your lips looking around frantically pushing your hair behind your ear as you gathered your things and turned the tv off, “Just let me get my shoes.”

You almost flew to your bedroom slipping out of your shorts into some pants, Hoseok long gone after he almost shouted, “Oh! Right now! Oh-er, I’ll meet you there in a sec!”

He released the breath he’d been holding onto but his eyes couldn’t help but follow after you. You came back out hurriedly, mumbling a hello before Yoona was stopping you, “Where you going?”

“Getting dinner with Hobi, I forgot, and now I’m late,” you muttered the last part under your breath as you struggled with the back of your shoe forcing your foot in.

You tried to rush out when Yoona intervened, “Okay! Okay! Real quick then,” you watched her turn to her boyfriend, trying to ignore him but it was getting harder, “Baby, this is my roommate Y/n, Y/n this is Jungkook.”

Yoona motioning you to him and your eyes pried off her finally lookin up at him, he cleared his throat awkwardly as your eyes met before he mumbled a greeting to which you did the same before leaving without another word.

You spent the night at Hoseok’s, he couldn’t understand what was up to you. What did it matter that you knew her boyfriend?

“No, you don’t get it,” you sighed feeling anxious and worried, “Like I know him, know him, like I know the way he looks first thing in the morning.”

Hoseok’s brows furrowed in confusion but you refused to admit to anything just yet. It was almost instant when his mouth suddenly drew open and eyes widen, “You’ve slept with him before!”

You threw yourself back on the couch in defeat, wincing as the back of your head hit the armrest, “Fuck, what do I do?”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” he reached for your hands trying to pull you up but you completely gave up, putty in his hand as you let your thoughts crush you dramatically into his arms. His eyes rolled as you rested flopping arms in his embrace, “Tons of people have fucked the same person before, how do you even know he remembers you? Not everyone remembers their one night stands?”

You sat up, eyes narrowed at his assumption before shaking your head feet tapping the floor like a child throwing a tantrum, “That’s the thing, it wasn’t a random hook up.”

“You dated?”

“Not exactly.”

“Hurry the fuck up and explain, I’m on the edge of my seat here!” Hoseok yelled shaking you by your shoulders. You cried out but no tears actually fell, just whines, “We’d been seeing each other for a few months but we never technically claimed to be dating!”

“How long ago?”

“A year ago.”

It took Hoseok a whole ten minutes to understand how this happened. From the tea you’d told him about the little information you knew about your roommate’s new boyfriend, was that he lived in Busan and was coming to Seoul.

And if you two sorta dated a year ago, that means… he looked to you, eyes narrowed, “It was last summer wasn’t it? You spent it up in Busan with your sister at the beach.”

You nodded. Okay, so long story short. Last summer your sister invited you up to her boyfriend’s beach house in Busan. You met Jungkook at this beach club, one thing led to the other you were spending almost everyday of your summer vacation in the arms of a beach local. Then it dawned on you, remembering some of your late night conversations in his hammock, legs against each other as you both smiled so lazily in lust.

“I’m moving up to Seoul soon, I’ve got a couple buddies down there with their own shops and they’re willing to help me start my own,” he was running the end of a flower against your leg as it rested on his chest, “You gonna let me give you your first tattoo?”

You touched your small tattoo, dread filling you to the brim making you feel like you were going to throw up.

He waited, and waited, and waited. Any excuse to leave the bedroom even if the bathroom was in their room. He’d go out for a glass of water or a snack. He waited for you to come back but you didn’t. The next morning he went with Yoona to buy some things he needed but he felt so unbelievably distracted and guilty. He kept getting paranoid every time her phone rang, he worried you’d be the one calling. You’d decide on your own to tell Yoona everything when couldn’t decide if it was the right thing yet.

This is why he told his girlfriend this wasn’t a good idea. That he could stay with his friend, Yoongi, or someone. That he’d feel weird with your roommate there because he didn’t want to overstay his welcome. But she insisted it was okay, begged him to stay with her and he gave into her whiners. He knew he shouldn’t have but he didn’t know why.

Holy shit when he found out?

God, why the fuck did it still hurt so damn much?

And fuck was he still so damn angry at you and angry at himself. He knew you’d been acting differently. Your arms around his waist as he cooked you both lunch. He’d just told you about wanting to see you in Seoul. Your hair was still wet from the swim in the ocean but neither of your cared. You’d hugged him surprisingly tight enough to catch him off guard.

Later that night he went to sleep with you in his arms, slept till noon like he’d grown used to, and woke up facing the edge of the bed away from you.

He couldn’t stop the smile from growing on his sleepy face as he woke with a sense of comfort. Turning quickly he went to wrap his arm around you when it hit the empty mattress. He listened for the shower running or the sound of pans clanking in the kitchen of his small apartment but nothing. He looked around for your shoes or clothes but it was gone as was your charger and phone. He texted you but no answer, not even fifteen texts later when he made his way to your sister’s empty house, no car in sight.

He stopped trying after a month of being ignored, blocked your number and tried to forget the taste of your lips or the crinkle in your eyes when you smiled.

He knew you lived in Seoul, but he never had imagined running into you like this, or at all.

“Did you tell her?” He jumped, turning back to see you standing at the entrance of the kitchen where he washed his plate. Yoona was at her part time, leaving him alone in the apartment urging him to stay in her room if he felt weird. He should’ve just stayed in the damn room.

You looked directly at him watching the way his head shook quickly. You bit your lip, “Are you going to?”

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” He asked turning to face you. You looked away from him, eyes flickering to the window as you cleared your throat shaking your head. He nodded in silent agreement.

You couldn’t tell her. You’d never been close with your roommate, clearly not close enough to know her boyfriend’s name, but close enough to know the kind of temper she had. Even if she was the calmest person in the world though this would be hard to explain.

‘Oh hey, so you know that boyfriend of yours you’re totally in love with? Yeah, well, I used to sleep with him, it wasn’t a long time but it still fucks me up every time I think about how much I miss him and now you’ve brought him into our home and I don’t know what to think.’

“And I think it’s be best if you look for somewhere else to stay, just to be safe,” you said coldly, watching the way he nodded with a word.

He did it.

Not even half a week later you heard him and Yoona arguing in her room. It was hard not to eavesdrop when your room was just next to hers and she was loud.

“I’m so confused, I thought you wanted to stay with me? Do you think I feel comfortable with you staying with a bunch of single guys who go out drinking every night doing God knows what?” She shouted through the wall. You had to fight the urge to cringe, clearly she didn’t know Jungkook well enough. He wasn’t the drinking every night type, he was a home body who enjoyed time with his friends and those close around him. You remembered being surprised when he told you he’d been dragged to the party against his will but was thankful he went when he met you.

No. Stop it. You don’t know him better than her. She’s his girlfriend, not you. Stay out of it.

“So when are you going?” Her voice was low again, probably trying to remain calm. You felt awful for listening in but you couldn’t help it. Jungkook mumbled a response too low for your ears and Yoona took it and it was over.

“Movie night!” Yoona yelled at you the next night pounding on your door like an annoying landlord. You were hoping she’d forget that just two weeks ago you deemed Wednesday night’s movie nights considering her boyfriend was here now but that was clearly not the case. You tried coming up with an excuse to not be part of it but failed miserably. You came out of hibernation in time to find her and Jungkook sitting on the floor in a makeshift pile of blankets and the coffee table pushed to the side.

“What movie?” Yoona asked looking at you and then to Jungkook as she turned the TV on

“Horror.” You looked up at each other, both making this mere coincidence of liking the same movie genre, and turning it over in your heads as something more. You took the empty black couch considering they’d chosen the floor. You yanked the throw blanket and snuggled yourself into refusing to interact with either any more than necessary.

“Ugh, you horror freaks,” Yoona visibly trembled at the thought as she looked through the movies, “Fine, whatever.”

“Put whatever you want on then,” you tried to reason but she ignored you. It wasn’t even halfway into The Conjuring when you had to bite your lip hard from how annoyed you were. Yoona was already whining about the movie being too scary, the room too dark, Jungkook too far. She hid into his side, using it as protection to shield her from the movie.

Fuck, was he a bad person? Or no, was he a bad boyfriend? He should be ecstatic right now. Him and his girlfriend cuddling watching a scary movie knowing any minute she’d beg to do something else and they’d end up in their room most likely having sex instead. That’s how it typically went anyway. So how come, right now, he just wished for her to get off him? Your presence was too known and even though he knew his girlfriend was clingy he couldn’t stand it right now.

Jungkook was still trying to get used to being around Yoona all the time and it was giving him the ick, that’s his excuse anyway.

The two have been dating for a little over three months now? He came down a few months back touring apartments and he ended up meeting Yoona at the restaurant she worked at. She asked for his number and the two pursued a long distance relationship before he moved to Seoul. He was used to talking on the phone with her a lot but this was becoming too much. Especially with you around. Now he felt embarrassed and guilty and awful because should he care if you see him and his girlfriend being all lovey dovey? Why did he worry you’d feel some type of way over it? You weren’t dating, technically you never were, but the harsh matter of your breakup makes it all hurt the same.

“I can’t! I can’t!” Yoona jumped to her feet hopping around and over their thrown blankets not even glancing back at you, “You two finish the movie, it’s hair day anyway so I’m gonna jump in the shower, we could pick something I want next.”

Oh God. She left before either could react but neither of you moved. Jungkook but his bottom lip, nervously staring ahead as he debated just waiting for her to return and maybe convince her that movie night could end early. You sat up, blanket slipping in the process and began to grab your things.

“Wait!” Jungkook called out looking up at you from his position, “Don’t go, I’ll go this is your place. I’ll just tell Yoona I was tired.”

“This is stupid,” you huffed in annoyance watching him move to the couch to talk you better, quieter, and sitting a distance away from you, “We gotta get over whatever it was that happened and just move on. No more bad vibes, it happened it’s in the past, there. Now, let’s just finish the movie so she can hurry up and shower and make us watch another.”

He nodded, unable to sputter out a single word meanwhile you quickly unraveled and disarmed their entire problem. And he was able to handle it for a while, being so near you not speaking but nothing between you. He swears he didn’t mean to do it, just a knee jerk reaction when he was around you. But when the witch’s body was found in the tree in the movie you jumped in fear, his hand immediately going to your thigh for comfort.

It was quiet, you were in a sort of awestruck. The pressure of his hand over your shorts was suddenly too much, suddenly too close to a place he shouldn’t be at. Your eyes met, you could feel the way his large hand almost covered your entire inner thigh. You didn’t say anything, looking to the shut door at the end of the hall. Taking every ounce of dignity you had, you pushed it away as your legs slowly spread further for him.

It was almost instant, both of you crashing your lips together, his free hand flying to your cheek as yours went to his shoulder. The hand that was in your thigh was suddenly gripping the outside kneeling on the couch as he pulled your leg around his lap. You bit back a moan as your chest melted into his with each feverish kiss. His mouth drew open against yours, tongue sliding out and colliding with yours creating an unbelievable amount of slobber connecting you two together. He led you back down on the floor, moving his hand under your shirts quickly, lips attacking your jaw harshly. Other hand holding himself up by his elbow. He straddled your thigh, pinning you down as his other hand teased over your panties. Your hand was scratching along his back yanking what you could of his tight shirt until he grunted lowly sitting up and yanking it off, hair being ruffled in the process, straight strands sticking out.

You took the opportunity to push your shirt off, legs bent around his form. Your hands found their way to his bare chest, tracing the tattoos and muscles. You felt his stomach tense, Adam’s apple bobbing when your fingers ran over his pert nipple. Your palms went flat against his chest and soon enough you were pushing him until he fell onto his back, hands flying to your ass, grinding your core against his hardening cock for even the smallest sense of pleasure. You squealed quietly, thanking the movie was playing in the background, when he suddenly gripped enough of your ass under your shorts for the tip of his finger to feel your heat.

You used both hands to cup his face as you made out heavily, his knees up to keep you in place as he grinded you against his covered cock, the black joggers he wore doing nothing for protection against your wet heat. His middle finger collected some of your wetness against the tip and he wiggled his finger a little more.

The gasp that threatened to slip past your lips caught in your throat, the sound of a ringtone playing. You pushed off him, the look in his eye seeming bewildered as you clearly heard Yoona’s voice.

“What do you mean you’re here? It’s like midnight! Hold on, I’m getting the door, wai—“ Your eyes met quickly pushing away from each other as you pulled the throw blanket over yourself jumping onto the couch grabbing your shirt and throwing him his. Jungkook attempted to do the same, but the strain in his joggers was too apparent and painfully obvious that he ended cutting a straight line to the bathroom just as Yoona opened her bedroom door looking miserable.

“Hobi’s drunk and at the door,” she rolled her eyes as she shuffled to the front door, dismissing Jungkook’s abrupt leave barely even glancing in your direction, “It’s a Thursday! Why’s he calling me and not you?”

You felt like you were going to throw up. No, you were certain you were gonna throw up when Hoseok came rushing into the door, slurring and swaying in his wake. You got to your feet, t-shirt wrinkled and thrown lazily on your own body as you walked over to Hoseok.

“Y/n! I tried calling you!” He whined crashing into your arms. You looked to your phone, “Phone’s dead, I’m sorry, come on let’s get you in the shower or something.”

He only nodded, letting you drag him away for the night.

Here you were, pushing your best friend under cold water to sober him up. Here you were, legs clenched together in thought of what just happened. It shouldn’t have happened. Hoseok laid limp on your bed, already taking your covers off and crashing into your bed.

You stood in the bathroom, fogged and bright. His clothes were scattered on the floor along with his towel. Luckily, you’d stolen enough of your friend’s clothes that you had almost a drawer full of his stuff that he could change into.

You stared at your own reflection, bags under your eyes, color drained. You gripped the edge of the sink taking in every inch of your disheveled appearance. You couldn’t stop thinking about him and it made you sick. You kneeled over the toilet, unable to stop from hurling your own disgust out. You wiped at your mouth turning the faucet on after you flushed your puke away. You reached for your toothbrush scrubbing all inside your mouth frantically, hard. Your mind couldn’t stop playing tricks on you.

“So you’re telling me, you don’t date?” He had asked one night as you laid in his arms cuddled in his bed. His sheets draped over your naked form, fingers running along the arm you had wrapped around his chest. You shrugged looking down at his stomach watching the way it vibrates with every breath he took, the sheer he used covering under his V-line exposing everything else to you.

“I mean I can’t say I don’t cause I have, I just prefer not to,” you looked up at him, chin against his chest and he visibly gulped at your proximity, “I don’t know, I just don’t think I’m the dating type. Too much commitment.”

“Wouldn’t you want someone who only has eyes for you though? Dating someone ensures that you won’t get hurt knowing you’re the only one in the person’s life romantically,” he tried to argue, arms tightening around you without another thought. You tilted your head, “Does it?

Your reflection blurred into various shades of black and gray. You were an awful human being. You were a liar and you couldn’t be trusted. You knew you shouldn’t have agreed to him being here even before you knew who he was. It could’ve been any random guy you hooked up with but no, it had to be the one you still couldn’t fully let go of yet. And how did you miss his name every time Yoona talked about him. She never used a name always ‘my boyfriend’ and that made you want to throw up more.

You couldn’t give Jungkook your word of being in a relationship with him, even when he was begging down on his knees for you. That’s why you left that day. Too much had already gone into this strange summer romance you had going on.

“If you fall in love with me just know I told you so,” you had teased him one day when you were out in the ocean sitting across from each on surfboards. He held onto the edge of your board pulling you closer through the water, a smile on his face as he got you close enough to touch, “Then you better start telling me because I think I already have.”

You leaned away from him but it did neither of you justice when he dove forward, capturing your lips with his before the two of you lost balance and fell into the warm Sun kissed water. You gasped for air pushing past the water surface gripping your board as it floated up. He looked at you from across the way, a burst of laughter leaving his lips as he wagged his wet hair.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Hoseok touched your shoulder cautiously as you crumbled at the mirror. He pulled you to him and you couldn’t help but cry.

You spent the entire day he was supposed to be moving out away with your friends. Hoseok invited his friend, Taehyung, out with you guys. You didn’t know him too well just from brief encounters you had when you both hung out with Hobi.

You met Hobi a couple years when you were still in college working part time as a bar tender with him. You got close quickly considering how understaffed you were and found yourselves hanging out all the time. It was easy, convenient, and you actually did hook up just once but it gave you both the ick so friends you became.

“So you need a place to stay? You’re really gonna end your lease?” Taehyung asked you, taking in the very little information Hoseok has given him on why you’re avoiding your own place. You nodded your head sipping on your iced latte, “I really am, I don’t think we should live together anymore.”

In other words, you couldn’t stand the idea of knowing Yoona and Jungkook were dating when you clearly still weren’t over him.

“Well I’ve got a spare room at my place if you need somewhere to crash, my roommate just moved out and I haven’t had luck finding a new one,” Taehyung shrugged his shoulders looking directly at you as he ate his ice cream. You nodded, thanking him for the offer and truly considering just going ahead and packing a small bag just in case.

You and Hoseok drove Taehyung back to his place, he stood at the window looking in directly at you as he grabbed his phone and passed it to you, “Put your number in, in case you do wanna crash at my place I’ll go get you.” You gave him your number and watched him type before your phone dinged displaying his name in a message from an unknown number. You smiled goodbye and Hoseok was driving you to your place, “Want me to get down with you? You can sleep at mine tonight, Jin is staying at his girlfriend’s place tonight so it’ll just be me and you.”

You nodded your head and that was that. When you got to your place you could feel your anxiety going up, hoping and praying that he was gone already. You weren’t sure how you’d feel if you saw him again too soon.

July 18th, 2021. Voicemail from: Jeon Jungkook

‘I can’t believe you, I can’t believe I actually fell for all of your sentimental bullshit,’ his voice caught in his throat, ‘Y-you’re cruel and you really don’t have a single ounce of love in you. Maybe that’s why you’re so afraid of commitment, no matter how much someone can show you they care for you, you have to go and ruin it. I told you I loved you! I know you didn’t owe me anything by it but, Goddamn Y/n, you love me too. That’s why you left, right? Cause you’re too fucking scared to admit that you actually care about someone and they care about you too?

July 23rd, 2021. Voicemail from: Jeon Jungkook

‘I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry, fuck, I just don’t get it. I know that what we had was nothing to you, it was short and sweet but damn it had meant everything to me. I miss you and I’m mad at you. I’m so fucking mad at you,’ he fought back tears, ‘You couldn’t even say goodbye?’

You stood at your door, deep breath in as you seriously prayed he was gone already. You could hear voices on the other end but you tried not to think about it, Hoseok telling you he’s right behind you. You nodded to nothing in particular and pushed your key into the lock until it twisted and propped the door open. The yelling was loud, angry, and hurtful and you wished to turn around and walk straight out, but you couldn’t. Not when Yoona looked you dead in the eye and scoffed, looking to Jungkook as he caught your eyes too. You didn’t have time to react, Yoona walking up to you finger pointing at your face, “I always knew you were a slut, but my boyfriend, Y/n? My fucking boyfriend?”

“Yoo—“ she cut you off, ignoring Hoseok behind you and Jungkook telling her to please relax. She shook her head, “I trusted you! You let me bring him here.”

“I didn’t know—“ “I don’t care! I don’t care if you two had been together for five fucking years before he met me, you kissed my boyfriend!” She yelled in your face. Hoseok held you back by your waist pulling you away, “Let’s go get your stuff.”

“Yoona, it’s my fault,” Jungkook told her grabbing her as she fought against his arms, “I’m the one who started it, I know I fucked up, that’s why we need to break up.”

You froze in Hobi’s hold as he pulled you away into your room closing the door to drown out the sounds of their arguing. You grabbed your chargers and toothbrush and any little thing before filling a backpack with clothes.

“I love Y/n!” You shut your eyes hearing his shouting, “And I’m so fucking sorry that this happened Yoona but obviously none of us knew that this was going to happen. This is my fault because I still wasn’t over her when I started dating you. And then to find out you two lived together only made it so much harder and I should’ve told you from the get go, I should’ve broken it off with you sooner.”

“You’re such a fucking dick!” She cried, you could hear her crying, “So you never loved me?”

Jungkook didn’t say anything, or at least you didn’t hear anything. Hoseok led you to the door to try and make your escape but Yoona was faster, “No. You stay, matter of fact, both of you can stay here and live her happily ever after! I’ll leave, you’re both back stabbing bitches, truly made for each other!”

You opened your mouth to speak but she was quick to slam her bedroom door shut.

Hoseok looked to you as you stated back at Jungkook the way he was watching, “I’ll be in the car, just text me what you want to do, I’m getting a headache.” He pushed past Jungkook but the kid didn’t falter.

Yoona stormed out, duffel bag in hand as she glared at you both, “Unbelievable.” She slammed the door shut behind her and you left in this huge puddle of confusion that you couldn’t comprehend because what the hell is happening right now? What did you walk into? What did he tell her?

“What did you tell her?” You asked him, suddenly feeling angry and it was all geared toward him. He stuck an arm to you trying to reach for you but he backed away, “The truth, all of it Y/n. I couldn’t keep acting like there is nothing between us.”

“There isn’t anything between us,” you stopped him, “The other night was a huge mistake, it should’ve never happened. We are not meant to be together, Jungkook, so what did you say?”

He took a step back, clearly affect by your cruel words but it had to be done, “I told her that we met over a year ago. That you went to Busan for vacation and we spent every single day for two months in each other’s arms. That I told you things I’d never told anyone, that I never got over you because of what you did to me and that I’m sorry but I still love you, so fucking much.”

You broke down, crying into your hand as you raked it over your face and hair, “You’re a fucking idiot!

“What did you expect?” He was mad now, furious and he was looking at you with such burning emotion that you couldn’t pinpoint, “You thought you could just disappear from my life without a word and I’d be able to just forget you ever existed? Forget that you were the first person I had ever felt like I truly loved? I don’t care if it was only two months Y/n, those two months have been the best memory of my life.”

“You don’t love me!” You fell into bench along the wall, “You don’t even really know me! I was different during the summer.”

“Why is it so hard to believe I love you? I told you then and I’m telling you now, doesn’t that mean something?” He asked taking small cautious steps toward you.

“No, I seriously think something is wrong with me, like I’m not wired right,” you giggled pulling your hair behind your ears. He was in the pool, your feet submerged in the water as you sat at the edge of the pool. He was listening so intently to what you were saying, “I just don’t think I’m someone you fall in love with, yknow? Or I’ve never been I guess. All the guys I’ve been with have only wanted one thing from me and it definitely wasn’t love.”

“I think you’re crazy,” he shrugged, arms on your lap as he rested his chin there looking up at you, “I don’t think you realize how great you are. And I think the reason why you’re so scared to get to know someone and allow yourself to love them is because you can’t see how wonderful you are. You view yourself so negatively that you think everyone else must see you that way too.”

“If it means anything, I think you’re probably the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he cleared his throat playing with the water droplets that slipped from his hair to your thigh. You shook your head in disbelief, wondering how he was able to say the most outrageous things and somehow find a way to mean every part of them.

“You love me too,” he whispered into your hair and you couldn’t remember when you allowed him to sit so close to you, “You don’t have to say it, I know.”

You rolled your eyes, looking up at him with glossed over red eyes and he was smiling so warmly at you, you swear you could almost forget what awful people you were. His fingers brushed your hair back, “You say I don’t know you, but I know what a crybaby you can be when you think you’ve messed up. And yes, what we did the other night was wrong and hurtful to Yoona. I wish I didn’t do that while with her. But I don’t regret it. You and me, we’re meant to be together.”

“Oh my god! Jungkook, no we are not!” You stood up suddenly angry again, “Stop acting like that. That’s not how relationships work. Nobody is destined to be with anyone. You think only one person on Earth exists for you and you alone? I can agree and say fine, let’s be together, and then what? A few months from now, a year maybe and then what happens, hm? You fall for someone else or I do and that’s the end of us, done, finished just like last time.”

He scoffed, getting to his feet as he cleared his throat, fighting back these stupid tears that threatened to fall, “Right. I’m crazy for thinking you could ever love me, I guess we really were just our past, huh?”

He left that day. He hasn’t seen you in weeks, hasn’t heard from Yoona in weeks but he wasn’t as affected by that as he should be. He already knew what he did made him a bad boyfriend but fuck he’d do it again if he got to kiss you again, and again, and again.

No. He hated you.

He hated you.

He hates you.

He doesn’t hate you.

Fuck you.

He pulled on the ends of his hair, face in his lap as his foot tapped anxiously against the floor. He was finally at his apartment, alone and missing you.

But fuck you.

You went ahead and went on and on and on about how it was physically impossible for him to be in love with you. Like there was actually something seriously wrong with you. Like you were incapable of being loved and that he was wrong for thinking he could feel that way about you.

And it pissed him the fuck off.

He couldn’t stop himself, he had to at least speak his mind the way you did yours. He almost pounded on your door, “Open up Y/n!”

A guy opened the door, not Hoseok so he had no clue who this was. He glared at him, walking around him and finding you on your couch. “We need to talk—“ “I’m done talking to you,” you rolled your eyes standing up as you looked to Taehyung, “I think we’ve done enough talking.”

“No, you’ve done enough talking,” Jungkook pointed out, “It’s my turn now.”

“Listen du—“ Taehyung tried to intervene but you joined him, “It’s fine Tae, you go ahead, I know you have to get to work. I’ll call you later, okay?” The guy left reluctantly but Jungkook didn’t care enough for him. You turned to him when he was gone and Jungkook physically broke down, angry, “I don’t care if you think there’s something seriously wrong with you. There is. You think you’re the problem, you think nobody can love you and you’re so fucking wrong to try and tell me I don’t. You have no idea how hard this past year has been just because of the way you left me like I was nothing!”

“Kook, pl—“ your old nickname for him only angered him more, “Shut up, I’m talking.” Every step he took toward you, you took one back until you were against the front door. You bit into your bottom lip hating how close he was and how inviting his soft lips looked. He looked down at the lip you had pulled between your teeth, “If you really want to be done I need you to say it, right now, that you don’t feel anything for me because you still haven’t been able to do it looking me in the eye.”

You wanted to yell at him, wanted to scream at him and push him and tell him that he was wrong and that no matter what you said or what you couldn’t say you knew deep down that you two cannot be together. he’s too good for you, he’s too affectionate for you, he shows his love and away you’ve never had anybody show you before. And it scares you to think that he’s right and that you two really are maybe meant to be together. 

He could see the gears then in your head, like you were fighting with your own mind on what to say and it made his heart skip a beat because it really meant you could say it to him. You shook your head, lowering your face and he cupped your cheeks in his head forcing you to look up at him, “Say it Y/n and I’ll leave. I’ll never talk to you again, I’ll never try and see you again, whatever you want.”

You shook your head again trying to avoid his gaze but he didn’t let you, “I can’t say it Jungkook, I can’t.” You squeezed your eyes shut, “I love you, but I know I’m not good for you.”

“I don’t care!” He said but he swears his heart was crashing at your words, “I love you, fuck I love you.” You didn’t stop him, yet again, when he crashed his lips against yours hungrily.

You barely have time to respond to his kiss when your arms flew around his neck and his hands left your face to go and wrap under your thighs before pulling you up off your feet and pushing you against the door. Everything was quick and needy, hot and heavy. His hands groped at ever part of your body that it could touch and hips were pressed against yours as your legs clamped around itching anchor some release.

Your mind left the moment, all of a sudden thinking about what was happening. As if he hadn’t just been dating your roommate and in some twisted way he assured you without even knowing you needed it. He kissed your neck hungrily, trying to pull your shorts off without actually having to set you down. He groaned when he realized he couldn’t and setting you down before yanking rough on the fabric. He tugged you close again, picking you as his hand found it’s way to your exposed core now that he took your underwear away, “Just so you know, I haven’t slept with Yoona since I saw you again when I first moved here. That’s part of why we argued a lot.”

“You’re lying,” you grumbled dragging his lips back to yours by his chin. He shook his head into the kiss, grinding his covered core against your heat, hand sneaking down to pull his sweats down, “Just watch how fast I cum. You know I can go for rounds but it’s been so long since I’ve had your pussy I won’t last.”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance or pleasure but the way his knuckles rubbed against your clit while freeing himself told you it was probably the latter. There was no need for foreplay, you both had been waiting too long for this and the way your cunt glistened with wetness and mixed with the glob of saliva he spit onto his cock he was sure he could slide in. “Look at me,” he pushed you further against the wall, lining his member with your entrance with one hand. You held onto him tightly doing as told and he kissed the tip of your nose, angry red tip pressing against your opening sliding little by little in, “I’m obsessed with you.”

“Ahh,” you couldn’t hold back the light moan you let out against his open lips, feeling yourself sink down onto him making him smile and keep still while you adjusted to the stretch. You were both still dressed other than your bottoms and this wasn’t romantic or lovely. This was hot, messy, and rough. A huge contrast to how you’d grown used to getting Jungkook when he’d usually hold you so close whispering sweet nothings in your ear. This was quick and needy.

“I love you,” you whined as he raised your hips just a little backing out enough to crest some friction before attempting to drive back into your heat. His eyes rolled at the feeling, already feeling his cock twitch at the unbelievable tightness of your wet cunt. You suck him in keeping him so snug inside of you that even trying to come out was making him think your pussy would turn inside out.

“Shh baby,” he pressed his lips against yours hot and heavy breaths fanning your face, “I love you too but you can’t tell me that unless you want me to cum too soon.”

“You are so tight,” he groaned against you pulling you off the wall. He was showing off, he knew he was showing off, but he needed you to see what you missed; such as his strong arms holding you fucking into your cunt so messily. He was simple with Yoona, honestly they hadn’t fucked in a very long time but he remembered how difficult it had been for him to picture anyone but you. It was always you.

“Y-you’re so deep,” you groaned leaning against his shoulder biting down as your hips bounced out of your control. He chuckled, bending over slightly holding the dining table as he fucked you standing up even more, “I’m gonna fuck you stupid.”

And he did. All night. From the door to the couch, to the balcony, and the bathroom. He showed you how deep his love lied that night and every night after for a very long time.

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okkkk soo, this is just a one shot, it’s gonna stay just a one shot

BUTTTTTTTT

if y’all want an insight to how they actually met, during the summer I am currently having a continuation/prequel

if you’d like to be part of the taglist for when it comes out, inbox me or reply to this post :)

… if I decide to actually do it then coming soon:

the one that got away [s] | jeon jungkook prequel

hate you + love you | mlist.

⤑ a collection of occurrences where you and jungkook can’t seem to stay away from one another 

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader

genre/au: on and off, angst, smut

warnings/content: depictions of unhealthy/toxic relationships, emotional manipulation, explicit sexual content, alcohol and drug use, a lot of sleeping around, they’re both confusing and bad for each other, additional warnings will be added in each scenario

status: upcoming 

taglist: open | general taglist form

hate you: when he asked for a space (soon)

love you: when you just couldn’t let him go

hate you: when he does whatever he wants

love you: when he said he misses you

hate you: when you’re being indecisive

love you: when…

FAQ

how long is this series?

i will be writing this as i go (no outline) so i can’t tell you

when will you update?

no schedule but i’m currently not writing NSFW until Holy Week is over

is this an interactive series?

sort of yes. feel free to send something you want from the couple here if it doesn’t go against their characters or any elements of the entire story and i will try to include it

the whole series is based on the song of the same name by Cheat Codes & AJ Mitchell

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