Jeon Jungkook Fic Rec List ()

 jeon jungkook fic rec list (Ⅴ)

here’s a list of my favourite jungkook fics, please show lots of love and support to these wonderful authors and their blogs, some of these fics contain smut so no minors allowed ♡

a- angst s- smut f- fluff

series

love to hate by @kpopfanfictrash f s a (enemies to lovers friends with benefits)

crybaby (2) (3) by @lavishedinjimin f s

monster by @btssmutgalore s a (frat boy bad boy jk college au)

bunny by @btssmutgalore s a (friends to lovers camboy jk)

desperado by @chocominnie f s a (mafia au)

redemption by @chocominnie f s a (sequel to desperado mafia au)

bands by @xpeachesncream f s a (idol au stripper au strangers to lovers au)

stockholm syndrome by @taleasnewastime f s a (mafia/gang au strangers to lovers)

birds by @missbickerbocker f s a (strangers to lovers doctor jk)

wanderlust with you by @amourtae f s (dilf jk married couple established relationship)

paddle with me by @yoongsgguktae s (enemies to lovers au camp counselor au)

f is for by @1kook s (fuck boy and fuck girl drabbles)

born sinner by @1kook s (virgin jk)

to build a home by @soft4gguk f s a (nanny au dilf jk ceo au)

stoic by @blue-jade s a (ceo au cheater jk)

↬ redemption s a (exes au part 2 of stoic)

like you used to by @bratkook

↬like you never did (part 2) s a (ex boyfriend jk toxic exes

deep six by @bratkook s a (infidelity au biker gang au)

bad for you by @yoonia s a (stripper au)

for me by @personasintro f s a (dilf jk neighbours au)

long way home by @sparklingchim f a (dilf jk friends to lovers)

ever ever after by @hansolmates f s a (dilf jk disney au fantasy au)

slow dancing by @yoonia s a (soulmate au) ft. Namjoon

graduation by @shina913 f s a (best friends to lovers slow burn)

one-shot

how long will we fall by @jiminrings f a (soulmate au unrequited love au friends to lovers au)

fuck me forever by @bangtangalicious s (friends with benefits au)

fuck me better by @bangtangalicious s ft.Taehyung

touch me wherever by @bangtangalicious s (innocent jk and reader loss of innocence au)

pour it up by @jungkxook s (fuckboys threesome) ft. Taehyung

just for tonight by @jungkxook f s (strangers to lovers)

my fault by @krreader a

catharsis by @junghelioseok s (college au friends with benefits au) ft. Jimin

waking up in vegas by @ppersonna f s (brother’s best friend accidental marriage)

the lighthouse by @rubycoast f a (mutual pinning strangers to lovers)

forever heart by @sparklingchim s a (exes au first love)

champagne problems by @smoochkooks f s a (friends with benefits kinda sugar daddy au)

christmas cream(pie) by @smoochkooks f s (established relationship au)

ready or not? by @chateautae s (college au)

slip'n slide by @sugasbabiie f s a (exes to lovers)

the lonely hearts club by @vantaenims f a (college au friends to lovers)

brother’s best friend by @bts-hyperfixation

hate sex by @yeoreos s (friends with benefits)

milestone by @1kook s (first time brother’s best friend)

it takes two by @junghelioseok s (roommate au fake dating au)

studio sessions by @writtenwhalien f s (brother’s best friend friends with benefits to lovers)

finishing line by @kooksbliss f s (strangers to lovers street racer au)

the art of war more by @kpopfanfictrash s a (jock jk enemies to lovers college au)

the maid of honor misadventures by @jjkthclub f s (maid of honor au one night stand au)

young god by @njssi s (brother’s best friend)

chasing butterflies by @ddaenggtan f s (college au nerd jk idiots to lovers)

an abundance of peaches by @yoongphoria f s a (best friends to lovers frat boy au)

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midnight call (m) | jjk

pairing; jungkook x f. reader

word count; 3,027

rating; 18+

warnings; drabble for risqué – phone sex, swearing, dirty talk, masturbating (f. & m.), degrading names, a teeny tiny bit of fluff

a/n; this drabble takes place before risqué 3 so jk and oc are not dating at this point yet – however, this phone call is a few days before jk confessing in pt 3!! here’s a link if you wanna know what oc’s lingerie looks like :))

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break up with your boyfriend | jjk

⏤ pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x female reader

⏤ genre: history student!oc, art student!jungkook, college au, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, angst, and smut

⏤ rating: 18+

⏤ warnings: swearing, mention of arguments, nervousness, broken relationship, heartbroken oc, communication issues, teasing, sexual tension, mention of sex, oc gets rejected, mention of breakups, crying, dom!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, pet names, a lot of making out, oral (f & m receiving), praising, pet names, spitting, nipple play, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, and multiple orgasms

⏤ words: 13,079

⏤ summary: jungkook, the campus fuckboy, has decided to make you his next victim, but you’re far from being like any of his previous hookups. you’re not single. you’re actually in a very long-term relationship with baekhyun, the man you consider the love of your life. but it’s for sure something that won’t stop jungkook. he wants you, and he’s going to do absolutely everything to have you, even falling in love.  

⏤ author’s note: the fic is finally here! i genuinely want to thank you all for your love on the teaser, i’m still in complete shock for all the love you’ve given me just with a teaser. i was really excited to finally post this fic but i’m at the same time a bit heartbroken i won’t work on it anymore. but, i’m probably going to release some other parts, it still needs to be confirmed! all i hope in the end is that you enjoy this fic & thanks a lot for everything ❤️

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Elite [Masterlist]

Welcome to the world of money, power, privilege, sex and social status.

 Status: on-going

Jeon Jungkook, The Bachelor

It’s been awhile since you put yourself out there in the dating scene. Your mother decides to step up, coming up with The Dating Plan—setting you up with Jeon Jungkook. It’s not a bad plan, except, you hate him.

The Dating Plan 

Kim Namjoon, The CEO

Two years have passed since you and Namjoon broke up. When he happens to see you again, he decides he’s not going to ignore this second chance from the universe.

The Lovers

Park Jimin, The Influencer

Someone just recently moved to the penthouse above yours. The thing is, they’re loud as fuck. So what happens when this certain someone is Park Jimin, the nation’s it boy?

Can I Check In? 

Kim Seokjin, The Entrepreneur

When your high school holds a reunion, you think there’s no point in going. But your best friend Jin begs to disagree. When he finally convinces you in going, he hopes that you’ll finally be able to see how he really feels about you. And what better way to do that than by going back to the place where it all began?

Endgame

Kim Taehyung, The Jetsetter

They say keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Well, then you must be doing the right thing because you’ve kept your biggest rival closer to you. Literally.

Play To Win

Min Yoongi, The Developer - TBA

Jung Hoseok, The Owner - TBA

discretion | jeon jungkook

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

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

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

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Pairing: Dilf! Jungkook x Spoiled Reader 

Series Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

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Content Warning: jungkook is rich, suggestive themes, reader is kind of bratty, swearing, tattooed jk, brief painter! jungkook, baby mama drama, romantic getaway, reader has a slight attitude problem, toxic parenting, reader was a troublemaker, age gap (3 years), commitment Issues, jungkook doesn’t know how to say no, the angst wrote itself..

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