The Price Of Love (I)

The price of Love (I)

synopsis. they say the price of love is dangerous, but jungkook would pay anything to buy your love, at any cost.

Pairing(s): Yandere!sugar daddy jungkook x fem! Reader, eunwoo x Reader

warning: YANDERE, DARK, MATURE THEMES, creepy first date??? stupid friends, yn is dumb big time, cre*py jungkook lmao, money is vv important, mentions of sickness, dep*ession, crying, yn loves her mama…, cute eunwoo.

viewer discretion is advised, yandere stuff can be very triggering so read at your own risk, also let’s remember that this is purely fictional and this does not represent bts or jungkook irl.

note. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JUNGKOOK!~~~ I really really love him, respect him & the boys and wish I could marry him T_T…. Well, he’s my fav virgo after my mum and sister, my favourite man after my family men…. I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH. let’s all appreciate him in my inbox, what’s your favourite thing about jungkook? yikes my bday months finally here LMAO. hbd to zendaya too, my queen. 🥰

another note. LETS ALL WELCOME ANOTHER JK INTO MY MULTIVERSE. 🥰🥰🥰 you can send in asks for him and all of the characters too…. Also this is finally coming out after I released its teaser a year ago 😭🙏

IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED, REPLY UNDER THIS POST ONLY!

*not edited* *cringe & cliche too*

Life was literally trying to fuck you over.

You slammed the empty plastic cups on the coffee counter, frustration was building up inside of you, you were so tired.

Being an adult was a curse for you, your life itself was a curse.

You resisted the urge to slam the kitchen door.

he was still here.

“I want to kill myself!” You cried to yourself, it was almost dark outside as you glanced towards the window of the coffee shop. Inhaling a deep breath you quickly tried to finish your work so you could go home.

Your mother would be worried sick.

“Y/N you done?” The voice of the cashier, eunwoo pulled you out of your thoughts, “almost, woo.” You replied, swiping the cloth across the marble table.

His footsteps echoed in the empty diner, “so…. Would you please let me walk you home?” Your hands stopped, your gaze shifted, his tone was careful yet there was an accent of desperation in it.

You felt so torn, and bad.

“Uh…” you began, turning your back to the side to look at him,

Seriously he was perfect, almost. What was your problem? He had a thing for you and here you are right now, trying to find excuses to deny him.

“Please Y/N don’t say no…. I-I just want you to be safe… it’s pretty late too…. And you know how Seoul’s situation is pretty dangerous… I-I… god, it’s okay if you don’t want me to…”

His eyelashes blinked together as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. A moment of pregnant silence washing over the area.

“Tell me… did I really just stutter so much infront of you?”

You couldn’t help as the laughter slipped through your mouth.

The awkwardness died down as he joined in.

“You’re a funny guy, woo.” You clicked your tongue in amusement. His ears turned red immediately at your friendly compliment,

He was cute, damn cute.

“So…. May I please?”

You gave him a tired smile, “sure.”

“Bye, woo. Be safe!” You closed the door behind you as you entered your home. Your feet were killing you.

“Mom I’m home!”

You called out as you took off your coat, sighing deeply. “In here honey!” Her voice made your heart warm.

You quickly put on a smile as you saw your mother when you went into the kitchen, the look of love on her face made your eyes fill up with tears.

“Mama… you should be resting….” You grabbed her shoulders as she let you pull her in for a hug. “You’re sick… I could’ve cooked the meal tonight?” She didn’t reply but caressed your hair with her soft fingers, soothing your brain. “my love, you work non stop… for my bills… please I already feel so bad that I’ve been a burden- No mama please!”

Your hands tightened around her weak body, she was your everything. You loved her so much, she protected you, nurtured you all your life without a father.

You weren’t ready to lose her.

“Sweetheart…. Please don’t cry… I won’t leave you so easily you know?” She giggled with a heavy voice.

“You better not, mama!” You both giggled, your hands still wrapped around her, a silence fell over both of you when she broke the hug,

Her gaze was mischievous as she looked up and down at you. You wiped your tears away with confusion, oh you knew just what she’s onto.

“Mama…. NO.” You laughed as you avoided her eyes on your figure, “he’s such a nice boy… Y/N.”

“I like him.” Your mother reasoned, you sighed deeply, it wasn’t easy… you liked him but your situation was too complicated for you to actually handle a romantic relationship.

You wanted to focus on your mother.

“Mama…. You’re my sole focus right now… and our financial situation isn’t doing good… I need to find a good job too…” you grabbed her face and squeezed her cheeks, “okay?” You kissed her cheek,

She rolled her eyes at you and only sighed in reply.

“I’m gonna go take a shower!!!” You didn’t wait for her to object as you quickly left the kitchen.

Thank God it was Sunday tomorrow.

This week was purely hectic for you.

Your boss was also a pain in the ass, and being a barista at the local coffee shop wasn’t enough money for you to manage everything,

God you were so tensed.

You closed your eyes, letting your body fall onto your mattress, what were you going to do? You also needed to collect your mothers CT scan.

But there was still a week left.

“UGH!” you cried into your pillow. If only you could do something that would get you lord of money.

If only.

You picked up your phone and dialled your best friend’s number.

“Hey bae!” Her cheerful tone made your brain hurt, she was such a happy soul, you felt incredibly jealous. “Yerin…. I NEED AN INSANE AMOUNT OF MONEY.” You cried immediately.

Clenching your phone tightly, you made sure to not shout too loudly, you bedroom walls were so thin after all.

“Y/N my sweetheart…. Stop crying please…. Listen… I don’t know if you want this or not but…. ‘gyeom & I have planned a- ah well sort of a double date…. & his friend is coming…”

You stopped crying and knitted your brows together, utterly confused. “Are you kidding me? Yerin?” You couldn’t believe her. “Here I am crying to you because of my struggles and you have decided to bring me to a DOUBLE DATE?!”

“Y-Y/N please do this favour for me! Please Please! ‘Gyeom really wanted this! Th-That’s why Jung-LISTEN IM NOT INTERESTED IN THIS…” you cut her off.

Why didn’t your mother and Yerin understand that you didn’t want to date right now!?

“Y/N!!!! Please! He’s pretty handsome…. Very handsome to be fair…. And he’s yugyeom’s best friend and YOU ARE MY BEST FRIEND! You’ll definitely like him.”

You sighed deeply.

“Y/N please please for me! Please! Please agree!! I just know you will not regret it! Please!” You inhaled a sharp breath to calm your nerves down.

“Okay…. But just a one time thing…”

Her squealing on the other line made you laugh softly,

She was weird but your friend. You could do this.

Yeah, it wasn’t really a big deal for you, a few hour date with a supposed hottie wouldn’t hurt.

right?

“TOMORROW Y/N! actually another thing… it’s actually your date’s birthday tomorrow so… BYE!”

your eyes widened with the sudden information, before you could respond, the line went dead.

“LEE YERIN AHHH!”

Your outfit was okay, your makeup was minimal.

You didn’t really care about your appearance, your hair was normal, good for you, at least it didn’t decide to act all crazy today,

And you were here on time. you glanced at the time on your watch and actually, you were a few minutes early.

But whatever, you were so bored, yerin and yugyeom were always late. Sometimes you hated couples.

Who have them the right to be so happy… and to be in love.

The location to where you were was definitely lavish, maybe you’d admit that you did end up being a little underdressed for this restaurant but…

You were here, and too late to regret. It was yerin’s fault, she didn’t tel you that you were going to Seouls most expensive restaurant….

She did, but you felt way too lazy to change again.

“ugh I’m such a dumb fuck.” You tilted your head to the side, leaning your head down on the table. “Oh God I regret everything in life.”

“So, you are Y/N L/N.”

Your heart thumped at the strangers voice calling out your name, you raised your head up to see the owner of the voice.

“O-OH MY GOD.. YOU ARE JEON JUNGKOOK?!” You couldn’t help but scream as you stood up from your chair, your eyes were wide with shock. “W-What the fuck are you doing here?”

The mysterious man’s eyes were dark, you could tell he was surprised but, he was amused at your rude comment.

“Uh…. I’m here because of Yerin and Yugyeom’s double date plan?” He spoke in a calm manner,

Your cheeks get so tight all of a sudden, “yeah.. right! h-hi I’m your date!” You put on a huge smile as you sat down on your chair, The man was gorgeous.

Too gorgeous,

He sat right infront of you, his eyes on your face, with a weird emotion in his eyes. “Oh my god I can’t believe I’m on a date with South Korea’s Billionaire…..”

“Oh yes I know you… you’re practically a celebrity… haha.”

He furrowed his eyebrows.

At this point, you knew you were embarrassing yourself.

You glanced at Jungkook’s face which was filled with amusement and some other weird emotion you couldn’t pinpoint.

“U-Uh! Where is the couple I wonder?” You sighed, suddenly avoiding his gaze.

Did he have a habit of staring so intensely at everyone? He actually made time feel like it was slowly passing.

“So Mr Jeon? What do you do in your free time?” You coughed again, he kept on looking at you like you were a kohinoor diamond.

“Well. I like to spend my money.”

yes, rich guy.

It was getting really uncomfortable for you to sit straight under his gaze without the urge to squirm. “Yknow I’m a barista! I can also make great coffee, almost any type.”

“I hate my job.” You had to bit your tongue to stop yourself from speaking so much.

“I know, Y/N.” His slender fingers tapped on the table, the way he said your name with such familiarity made goosebumps rise on your skin.

You could feel them. “Oh yeah… Yerin must’ve told you my whole bio data hahaha!”

When he didn’t reply or even smile back, you wanted to run.

Run and never come back again.

“Seriously where the fuck are they?” It was hard for you to cover your shaking tone, He kept on staring at you like he wanted to eat you.

Ironic.

“excuse me for a moment, Y/N. I’ll be back, please feel free to order.” Jungkook stood up, you noticed his tall and buff built.

Scary.

“Uh sure!” You laughed again, to get rid of the unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach. As you watched him walk away, a feeling of overwhelming relief washed over you,

You finally let out the breath you were holding. His aura was powerful and dark. You didn’t feel hungry at all anymore.

You wanted to go home.

Maybe you should, yes. You definitely should.

You grabbed your clutch, stood up and fixed your clothes, until your phone beeped.

You hurriedly took it out to see a text from your friend.

ye(rin):- sorry yn, I don’t think we’re going to make it tonight. 😭😭💔 plz don’t hate me. I hope you have fun w jungkook though,.. wish him a happy birthday from us! <333 love you!

You wanted to punch the wall and scream. You wanted to break your phone into pieces. But you couldn’t afford to do that.

“Going somewhere? Y/N?”

You closed your eyes with frustration, you couldn’t believe she set you up with a ridiculously rich hot creepy guy.

And now, you were going to celebrate his birthday with him.

You turned around to see him, “n-no! Of course not! Also… HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR JUNGKOOK. I’m going to, a stranger will celebrate your birthday with you because Yerin and Yugyeom can’t make it… haha.”

He smiled.

“I don’t mind that.”

Oh, you do.

𓆩♡𓆪 “eat it like i need an apron on,” — jock!jk

·˚ ༘ 💌 TAGS — blowjobs, facials, (brief) titty fucking hehe, smutty little drabble based on a ask lmao

Soft sounds of rain pattering against your window outside fill your room. Your curtains are slightly parted, the cloudy gray sky dimly lighting your room. You have some show playing in the background, but you're more preoccupied with the a mouthful of cock.

You're on your knees in front of the bed, Jungkook's sitting on the edge, leaned back as he stares down at you while you work your lips around him. You've your swollen lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, suckling like a lollipop as you occasionally make obscene swallowing noises.

Low groans and quiet grunts leave Jungkook, he's focused on the way your soft tits smush together in that bralette you're wearing. He desperately wants to toss that little thing off and play with those soft tits of yours. He's resisting the urge to pull you up into his lap. Not to mention the pretty panties you got on.

"Mmm," you pull back and slap the tip on your tongue as you eye him, giving him the cutest pair of puppy eyes and pout.

"Don't give me that fuckin' pout," he grunts as he gently tugs your head back, the tip pops out of your mouth as your glossy lips are smeared with his pre-cum.

You pout even harder.

"Baby," he sighs, "whipped cream on my dick is very much unsanitary and a call for all sorts of infections." He says and pets your hair gently.

"I promise to clean it all up," his cock twitches, "pretty please? I wanna add sprinkles too." You bat your lashes as you swirl your tongue around the tip.

Jungkook moans lowly, how can you say shit like this and still look him in the eyes? It's so.. hot.. "How about I put them on your pretty tits baby? I'll make sure to make you look so pretty."

"Okay.." you softly say and then take the tip back into your mouth.

Jungkook closes his eyes and leans back as he sighs in pleasure and relaxes. He enjoys the pleasurable waves your mouth sends down his cock, it shoots down to his balls as they throb with need. He guides your head and bobs you up and down his cock. "Right there baby." He whispers.

Your mouth tightens around his cock whenever your head rises up. He hisses a couple of times, mouth falling open in a small 'o' as he shudders. "Mm, fuck, just like that baby, suckin' me so good." He slurs out.

Saliva coats his cock, the slide is messy and drool is dripping down your chin. For the most part your gag reflex isn't acting up which is something you're immensely pleased about. You happily continue to suck and lick at his cock with puppy eyes.

Jungkook’s moans are steadily growing a bit louder, you have half the mind to tell him to keep it down. Then you remember your walls for the majority are sound proof and Jennie isn’t home to witness this. So, you carry on.

“Suckin’ me like the nasty little slut you are.” He grunts as he runs his hands through your hair, “Look at you, even with a mouthful of cock you’re so cute.” He coos mockingly and gently slaps your cheek a couple of times.

You whine loudly and pull back, his cock slipping from your mouth as you pout. He chuckles breathlessly and gently motions to the bed, “Lay back on the bed baby, I wanna try something.” He winks.

Curiously you climb onto the bed and lay back on your pillows, “What are you gonna do?” You softly ask.

“Fuck these gorgeous tits of yours baby.” He licks his lips and fully slips his boxers off and straddles you. “Think you can show me them baby?” When you comply he runs his tongue over his lip as he smirks softly, “Good girl, push them together baby. Stick out that pretty tongue for me.”

You do as he says and watch as he slowly slides his cock between that space you’ve made by pushing your tits together. It’s a wet slide, you feel the leftover slobber you left on his cock on your skin. The tip occasionally slides against your tongue so you whine loudly.

“Jungkook..!” You frown cutely.

“What?” He laughs, “Baby mad cause she wanna suck on my cock?”

You nod and scoot a little bit downward so you can take the tip into your mouth as you suck on it. Jungkook watches you and then begins to sliding back a forth, balls rubbing against your soft tits since you’ve moved down. He groans softly when you manage to suck on him and add some nice pressure on the sensitive head.

“Oh fuck,” he groans leaning his head back.

His hips rock into your mouth a bit more forceful now. Obscene sucking noises fill the room as you slobber all over his cock. You moan against his cock and apply a bit more pressure on the head with your tongue. You can feel him throbbing in your mouth.

“Gonna cum baby.” He whispers as his eyes flutter shut.

He mindlessly rolls his hips for a few more minutes before he’s pulling out and stroking his cock rapidly. He aims it at your face and strokes himself until he cums on your pretty lips, smearing it around.

“So good for me baby,” he sighs in pleasure.

Jungkook leans back, spreading the mess everywhere as he cums on your tits and slaps his cock against your nipple. He loves the way you look covered in cum. “Say cheese baby.” He grins.

You stare up at the camera and fingertip on your lips as you lick some cum off it. “Cheese!” You giggle smiling, totally not caring about the cum on your lips and tits.

(forgot) taglist :

@jungkooksseuphoria , @kooliv , @angelarin , @jjeonjjk7 , @jungkookminthairwhen , @taestoessss , @pb-n-juju

Against The Odds | Happy Birthday pt.3

Pairing - jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, established relationship, ceo!jungkook, ceo!reader, attorney!taehyung

Word Count - 4.4K

Taehyung stops by your apartment while you're home alone

Warnings: swearing, heavy drinking, heavy angst, unrequited love, violence

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

It’s officially your birthday, the alarm on your phone signalling the arrival of midnight comes like a sucker punch straight to the jaw. You’re sitting alone in your apartment, surrounded by presents and balloons and decorations that leave a sour taste on your tongue. Taking a page from Jungkook’s book you started drinking champagne from the bottle around an hour ago, the one you’re clutching to your chest while you sob being the second one – and it’s almost empty.

Jungkook wants to postpone the wedding, your heart aches at the mere thought of it all. The argument, how he exploded, how you exploded. All because of Taehyung’s confession. Taehyung – one of your closest friends, the idea of him being in love with you makes no sense, what’s worse is that you know how guilty he feels for it. The look in his chocolate brown eyes when the words left his mouth, the way his lips quivered and pouted.

You’re the reason he and Jungkook stopped talking, and guilt gnaws your insides at how you couldn’t just simply let it go. You had to push Taehyung, wanting answers, wanting to help. That’s your problem, you never know when to stop caring and in turn it’s always you who gets hurt the most.

Your fiancé must be feeling so betrayed right now, Taehyung is his nearest, dearest, oldest and best friend in the entire world. In a way you feel as though it’s all your fault, perhaps if you’d never met Jungkook he and his bestie would be as happy as ever. But instead, he’s roaming the streets of London completely alone with a bottle of champagne being his only company. At least you think that's where he is, honestly? You don't know. He left his phone at home so your guess is as good as anybody else's.

Maybe postponing the wedding is for the best, your plate is painfully full of steaming horse shit right now. What with the ongoing missing persons investigation involving your sister and nephew, work has been non-stop, you know for a fact Jungkook’s work has been hectic lately too. It’s not the fact he wants to postpone the wedding that’s hurt you, if he’d calmly come to you with his concerns and you two had a rational, sober conversation you would’ve probably agreed with him.

But he didn’t.

Truthfully all you want to do is make things right with him, apologise, kiss and make up. Now that you’ve been left alone to calm down you can see why he was so angry, and you hope that a similar realisation has dawned on him too. It’s not that you didn’t want to tell Taehyung that his feelings aren’t reciprocated, you just simply couldn’t. You were in a total state of shock, and then to be bombarded by a surprise part you were promised wasn’t happening… It was all too much.

Your heart aches for Taehyung, it really does, you keep replaying your interactions with him over and over, trying to spot any hints or clues as to what he was feeling at the time. The man’s a natural flirt so it’s hard to say what was genuine and wasn’t. You groan, knocking back the rest of the champagne in hand. How do you feel about Tae? He’s handsome for sure, funny, sweet, caring and kind… But he’s your fiancé’s best friend. Or at least he was before you unintentionally stood in the way.

Some time passes before you hear the familiar chime of the elevator doors opening, winning you to sigh with equal parts relief and dread, scrambling to your feet – almost knocking over the table adorned with gifts and flowers in the process.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry-, I’m so fucking sorry…” Tears begin to prick your eyes as every emotion you’re feeling bubbles to the surface, the champagne you've drank making you dizzy, “I hate arguing with you I just want us to be okay again. If you want me to message Taehyung and talk this out with him I will, but I promise you I don’t—”

Your movements come to a sudden halt when you catch sight of the suited man stepping out the elevator, eyes growing big and round with shock when you struggle to muster the right words to say. Much to your genuine surprise and dare you say it a little disappointment, the man standing there is not Jungkook.

It’s Taehyung.

“Um…” You swallow, mouth opening but no words successfully coming out. Tae’s cheeks are puffy, his eyes tinted pink and his lips swollen. It’s obvious he’s being crying, still dressed in the forest green suit and cream shirt you’d seen him in a few hours prior. He’s wetting his lips with his tongue, Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat when he looks to the ground.

“Jungkook’s not here?” He asks, tone low and riddled with insecurity, you know he feels small and uncertain but truthfully you don't know how to comfort him. You don't know if you should comfort him.

“No… We had a fight and he went for a walk…” You state matter-of-factly with a heartbroken sigh, messily wiping the tears from your face, “Listen Taehyung you should go—”

"I will, I will..." His large palms raise defensively, nodding in defeat, "But there's something I need to ask you first."

“Taehyung… Why are you here? Now’s not a great time.”

“I came here to apologise, figured the party would be over by now.” He murmurs, stepping into the apartment, “Y/N I’m sorry.” He shakes his head, shame and regret washing his usually sharp feline-like features, “The last thing I wanted to do was make you uncomfortable, or make you guys fight.”

“I’m the one who should be sorry,” Your eyes well up again, the realisation crashing down on you so hard it earns you to scoff, “I shouldn’t have kept pushing for you to tell me what was wrong and—”

“You have nothing to apologise for Y/N. This is my fault.” His chin visibly quivers, eyes darting round the room when he finds the gift he bought you slumped onto a table, “I-, I thought I was doing something nice by buying you such a sentimental gift… I realise now it was naïve of me to think that, honestly? I’m not sure what my intentions were. So I came here to ask for it back… I was expecting a right hook from Jungkook too if I’m being completely honest.”

You follow his gaze, turning to said gift with a solemn expression, “Oh… Well he’s not here, and I haven’t actually opened it yet, Jungkook and I… Well we argued about-, something else.” You refrain from giving him all the details.

“I’m sorry Taehyung but if you’re here when he gets home it’s just going to make things a million times worse… I’m sorry… But you need to go.” You sigh, closing your eyes, you hate seeing him so upset but you know he can’t be here when Kook gets home, he's already in a bad mood and Taehyung's presence will do nothing but heighten it.

“You haven’t opened it?” You can’t pinpoint the exact emotion blanketing the attorney’s features. Sadness? Disappointment? Relief? You’re not sure, he’s making his way over to you cautiously and you take a step back. “Y/N…” Taehyung exhales, pursing his lips awkwardly, “I’m-, I’m not gonna try anything you don’t need to be scared of me—”

“No I’m not scared of you.” You offer an apologetic smile, gently shaking your head, “Trust me that’s not it I just-, I’m still… Processing-, what you… I just think it would be best if you leave. I’m so sorry…”

“Stop apologising.” A puff of air rips from his nostrils when he brushes past you in a few long strides, collecting his gift, “I’m the one who ruined your birthday, I just came by to ask if I could take this. I’ll be going now…”

As much as you hate to admit it, curiosity envelops your senses and you find yourself gripping his elbow loosely, turning until his face is in arms-distance of yours, “Wait… What’s so bad about the gift? I thought you said it was sentimental? ...Actually-,” You release him from your hold, shakily running fingers through your hair, “Doesn’t matter… Sorr-, okay….”

“You really didn’t open it, did you?” Taehyung whispers, swallowing.

“No… Should I have?”

There’s a beat of tension, entirely silent. Taehyung’s expression is pinched, brows furrowed, he looks to be having an internal moral debate with himself for a few seconds before he opens his lips to speak again, “No. It’s a good thing you didn’t open it, like I said I’m not sure my motives behind it were exactly… Friendly.”

Nodding slowly you blink at him, registering how heartbrokenly devastated he looks. Usually he’s such a confident, albeit a little eccentric man – but everything about him screams self-loathing. Down to his deflated posture and glassy eyes. He’s such a great guy, so caring and considerate and not to mention effortlessly handsome. It’s not like he’ll struggle to find someone that will make him happy… That’s all you want for him.

Happiness.

 “Tae…?” You peer up at him through damp eyelashes, breath catching in your throat.

His gaze is intense yet threatening to be hopeful, “Yeah?”

You blink at him again, inhaling, “I-, please don’t… You’re not going to do anything stupid, right? I know you’re hurting and I’m so sorry that I can’t make it go away… But please, I’m worried about you Tae… please promise me you won’t-, that you won’t do something reckless…”

“Y/N.” He cuts you off with a tiny smile, dipping his down low enough to look you dead in the eye, “I won’t… You may not feel the same way about me, and that’s okay… But I care about you too much to cause you any more pain. You’re going through enough—”

“Stop that,” You sigh, growing frustrated, “Don’t put me on some kind of pedestal, I’m asking you not to do something reckless for you. Not because of me. For your family, friends, Jungkook would be deva—”

“I meant every single word I said tonight.” Taehyung’s fingers itch to reach out and touch you, comfort you, you can tell by the way his fist keeps balling and unbaling, unsure of what to do, “I never intended for this to happen and I wish I could stop my heart from bleeding every time I see you, but I can’t. So… This is gonna be the last time you’ll see me for a while, not forever but I need to stay away from you and Kook for a bit, for my own sanity if nothing else.”

“Taehyung…” Your eyes well up, drowning in his sorrow.

“I promise I’ll look after myself.” He gnaws his lower lip anxiously, “Take care of Jungkook for me...” You can hear how wobbly his tone is, how badly he’s hurting. “This isn’t forever, when everybody’s calmed down and things have blown over I’d still like to be best man at the wedding… Providing Jungkook wants that of course.” A pained smile tugs the corners of his lips.

You can’t catch the scoff that bubbles your throat in time, sniffling, “Right… The wedding.” The wedding that may not be going ahead anymore. You cough, attempting to rid yourself of the lump forming at the back of your throat, “I’m so sorry about how things have worked out between you two, you're his best friend... He'll come around.”

“You don’t have to apologise for anything, really it’s okay.” He nods, though you don’t know whether he’s trying to convince you or himself with that statement as he begins to walk back to the elevator, the gift firmly in his grip.

But then he stops, his broad shoulders noticeably tense and he peers back at you, frowning a little, “I’m sorry that I’m even asking you this…” He exhales, wetting his lips before nervously biting down on them, “You… You don’t-,” He dramatically sighs with puffed out cheeks, “Would it be fair to assume you feel nothing for me?”

You fight a surprised gasp, “I—”

“Doesn’t matter,” He dismisses you, shaking his head, “I already know the answer, it’s written all over your face…” He says, turning his body to face you while hugging the dry-cleaning bag he came for, “A part of me was naïve enough to think I’d feel relieved now you know, but I guess loving someone out loud is more painful than loving them silently. They look at you differently, their perception of you changes, and in turn the things you love most about them start to disappear…”

He’s sniffling, avoiding your gaze. “You haven’t smiled at me once tonight, haven’t thrown your head back from laughing, haven’t rolled your eyes at me and shut down my compliments… Loving you from afar was lonely, but openly being in love with you knowing that you don’t feel the same way is much lonelier.”

“…I’m so-, Taehyung I am so sorry.” You whisper, your heart shattering into a million tiny pieces for a million different reasons. Selfishly you don’t want to lose him, he’s too much of a good person to be going through something like this alone. But you know you have to prioritise your relationship right now, you have to, it’s already hanging on by a thread.

“Don’t be.” He manages to catch a sob in his throat before it’s wholly audible, “You and Jungkook are perfect together, it’s me who’s the problem here. I should’ve never told you both about my feelings, and I sure as hell shouldn’t have gone out of my way to buy you the wedding dress you wanted.” He scoffs, looking to the ceiling in disbelief at the exact moment your heart stops beating.

“You did… what?”

He groans, regret evident in his large-rounded eyes, “I mean… Shit!” Taehyung’s head flies back, eyes squeezed shut, “Just forget—”

His words fizzle into background noise, your heart beating so fast it can be heard through your ears. He tracked down the wedding dress you wanted, the one Yuri had shown him a picture of once in your office. Everybody knew how much that dress meant to you, but it was Taehyung who went out of his way to buy it? Shocked isn’t the word. Dumbfounded isn’t the word. Confused isn’t the word. There is no word to explain the conflicting emotions whirling round your mind, simultaneously filling and breaking your heart all in the same breath.

“I can’t believe you’d do that for me…” Your voice is broken, barely audible.

For the first time in what feels like a long time you see Taehyung's real smile, his signature boxy grin brightening his tanned skin. He looks flustered, a little awkward and child-like, but it’s not long before his features drop with despair, “It was too much… I know it was, I-, I just wanted you to be happy.”

“Taehyung…” You openly sob, covering your unsteady jaw with your hands, “Thank you so much… But I can’t accept that.”

“I know... Jungkook would kill me.” He almost laughs.

“No-,” You sigh, averting your eyes away from him, there’s still a good amount of distance between your bodies and you figure it best to keep it that way, thinking it’s a really good job you didn’t open that gift in front of your fiancé…

“I can’t accept it because-, well…” Do you tell him the truth? Should you tell him the truth? You want to tell him the truth, so you do, alcohol clouding your judgement, “Jungkook wants to postpone the wedding… I’m not even sure if there’s going to be a wedding anymore.” You crumble, clutching your pained chest with your hands as the realisation hits – Jungkook might not want to marry you anymore.

“What?” Tae’s mouth falls open in something akin to astonishment, but he doesn’t look happy or smug or anything like that. He looks… Exhausted, desperate and blanketed with empathy. “Y/N he’ll come around, sometimes he says shit out of anger that he doesn’t mean. He didn't mean that, I know he didn't.”

You visibly disagree, “He’s never said something he didn’t mean out of anger to me… Never. I-, I’m sorry you’re the last person I should be telling this to. Just-, you should go before he comes back. If he even comes back.” You sniffle, on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Taehyung edges closer to you, until he’s close enough to pull you into his strong chest in a warm embrace, you welcome the comfort, pressing your forehead to his collarbone all while continuing to cry against him, “Sweetheart listen to me, okay?” He’s serious, voice calm and reassuring, his large palm soothingly rubbing the spans of your back, “Jungkook loves you more than anything in this world, nothing, not even his idiot best friend catching feelings for you can change that. He’s… Well you know how he is, he bottles shit up until he can’t take it anymore and it all explodes… It’s not fair, he shouldn’t have told you he wants to postpone the wedding... But listen to me when I say that man wants nothing less than to be your husband. Y/N… He’s-,” He sighs, hand coming up to the back of your head to hold you closer to him, “You’re everything to that guy. Everything.”

“But he—”

“I know… I know…” He coos, hushing your wails, “You’ll be okay… Everything’s gonna be okay… I’m here, you’re gonna be okay. You both are.” He cradles you, dropping the dress to the ground to completely wrap his arms round your frame. You’re too emotional to make sense of what’s happening, but you’re almost certain you feel the sensation of his lips pressing a tiny kiss atop of your head.

You don’t know how long you stood holding onto Taehyung as though your life depended on it, you can’t remember him leaving or if any other words were exchanged after that. But as soon as he leaves, taking the dress with him, you find yourself drinking again, wanting to numb the pain, wanting Jungkook to come home, wanting to take Taehyung’s hurt away, wanting to fix this, wanting to fix everything.

The fact the attorney bought your dream wedding dress is at the forefront of your mind… Not even Jungkook himself had gone that above and beyond for your special day, which leaves the question: How long has he wanted to postpone the wedding for?

Your stomach hurts, anxious knots and pains like a vice grip on your internal organs. You love Jungkook more than anything, more than anyone… You can’t lose him, you just can’t. What’s worse is that you’re not angry with Taehyung for this, you have no reason to be, there really is nobody to blame for all of this.

It's all just one big, shitty, painful turn of events.

It's almost four AM and there’s still no sign of your fiancé… Or ex-fiancé… You’re not entirely sure anymore.

With a heavy heart and a dull headache you toss and turn beneath the sheets, the bed feels too big without Jungkook hogging most of it. The bedding is fresh too, meaning the familiar scent of his body wash or cologne hasn’t tainted it yet. You truly feel lost, like you’re not supposed to be here without him. Where the hell could he be? You groan, frustratedly pulling the hairs at your scalp. He’s never stormed off and left you to your own devices, the last time, the only other time you argued it was you who left.

Guilt, devastation, fear, dread, hopelessness. It’s all suffocating you right now, there’s no chance you’ll be able to sleep in this condition. Should you go and look for Jungkook? He’s left his phone here so calling him isn’t an option… Do you call Hoseok? Will he know where he is?

“Jungkook… Please just come home.” You whisper, shoving your face into your usually shared pillow. He has his own pillow of course, but when the two of you aren’t screaming at each other he prefers nuzzle his head onto yours, your noses touching. It’s been all of twenty four hours since you were last laid here like that, and you already miss it so much.

You miss him.

The sound of the emergency staircase doors opening wins you to jump, nobody ever uses the stairs to come up here, giving that you live on the very top floor. Why would Jungkook take the stairs…? You sit up in bed, covering your pyjama clad body with the fresh sheets, wide-eyed and heart racing.

“Kook…?” You call out, stare fixed to the closed bedroom door. “Kook is that you…?”

The unmistakable sound of banging, smashing and thunderous crashes flood your ears. Someone’s breaking in. You forget how to breathe, completely panicked and terrified for your life. There’s no lock on the bedroom door so you hurriedly rush over to the walk in closet and begin looking for a place to hide.

The noises get louder, heavy footsteps approaching. This isn’t Jungkook, you know he would never scare you like this. You fumble with his hanging suit jackets, slipping between the dark fabrics with a trembling body, silently cursing yourself for not bringing your phone with you to call the police.

Could it be Jimin? No, he would’ve climbed into bed with you any day before trashing the apartment. Yoongi? No, Jimin would kill him. Yuri? No, what reason does she have to break in? Taehyung wouldn’t do this either… There’s nobody you can think of who’s capable of being this brazen. It has to be a very poorly timed random break-in.

You’re covering your mouth to stifle your heavy breaths, completely concealed behind one of your favourite suits of Jungkook’s – the black one with faint white pinstripes. The one he wore to cheer you up one day because he knew you liked it.

A loud thud makes you jump in place, you’re forcing yourself not to scream, not to move, not to make any noise. The presence in the room is overbearing, you know whoever is here is just at the other side of Jungkook’s suits, you can make out a pair of white sneakers on the ground. You’re crying quietly, petrified for your life, too afraid of what’s going to happen.

“Happy birthday Y/N.” The voice says, and you’d recognise that voice in a heartbeat. Every hair on your body stands to attention, every nerve in your being washing equal parts repulsed and outraged. You’re not scared anymore, when in reality you should be. Pushing Jungkook’s blazers to one side you stand to your full height, adrenaline coursing your veins.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” You spit venomously, “Trying to scare me?!”

“It’s working, isn’t it?” Your sister’s smile is sinister, pure evil gracing her features that look even more identical to yours than usual. She's grown her hair, it's styled the exact same as yours, her makeup, her posture, her expressions, her clothes... It's like you're standing in a mirror.

“Where’s Charlie?!” You yell, pushing Ruth away from you with so much force that she stumbles back a good amount of distance. “Where the fuck is he?! What have you done with him?! I'm gonna call the police!”

"He's fine, you'll see him soon." She softens her tone, she even sounds just like you now.

Taehyung, Jungkook, the wedding, your birthday… It all gets pushed to the back of your brain when you lock eyes with your sister. It’s at that exact moment you hear a second pair of footsteps approaching, but before you have time to turn and focus on their owner you’re struck in the head with something heavy and everything snaps to black. The last thing you hear is the sound of Ruth’s voice, her words ominous and threatening.

“Wait outside a sec, I need to change into her clothes first if I'm gonna make this work.”

x

DDLG - jjk

he was looking for someone to pamper and tease and i couldn't be happier to oblige, but who wouldn't? everything about him is addictive.

» genre: smut! ddlg ... clearly.

» word count: 2k

DDLG - jjk

i wasn't entirely sure what i was to jungkook. if we were just friends, maybe more, or just someone who matches his sexual desires perfectly enough to keep around.

i never dared to ask. i was afraid of the answer. regardless of a label, i knew what was expected of me. i'm his baby. he's my daddy. he was looking for someone to pamper and tease and i couldn't be happier to oblige, but who wouldn't? everything about him is addictive. the way he smiles, the way he laughs, the way he walks, or hums when he's focused on a task, the mischievous grin and dark hooded eyes when he's making his intentions clear to me with a mere look.

there was nothing about him that was lacking. to say he had me wrapped around his finger was simply an understatement.

so here i lay, in his bed, between his satin sheets as i play with them, enjoying the way they feel against my bare skin.

he'd put in a request half an hour ago. giving me specific instructions of how he wanted this to go, the text read, "inside of my closet is a present for you, since you've been a good girl :) put it on, i want you on my bed and waiting. you know your rules, ill be there soon princess <3"

his intoxicating image has made a home in my mind, playing tricks on me. you know your rules, he said. he knew how excited i would be, and how impatient i am. i'm sure the prize for waiting and doing as he says is much better than giving into my desires now, but my agitated body disagrees with my rationality.

it began as a slight rut against the bed. the sheets folded just right underneath me, and i liked it. so i kept going. pushing my hips against the bed desperately. the more i do it the more needy i become, and the faster and harder i'm compelled to grind myself against the soft sheets. i let out quiet moans and whines. my eyes tightly shut as i yearn to feel something more. i imagine myself sat atop his lap. situated on his strong thighs as he guides my hips just the way he wants them.

i unconsciously moan his name, the only name i know. the only comprehensible thought i can make up. i know grinding against hardly anything won't get me what i want, a sweet release, so i decide to lean back against the pillows, spreading my legs slowly as i run a finger against the lingerie, his present to me for being a good girl, he said. but what i was doing was anything but good. that was rule number two, only under the name rule, and i had never broken it before.

the guilt overtakes my thoughts for a moment, causing my hand to drop against the bed. so worked up and impatient, tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

"you finished?" i hear his honey voice speak, finally walking fully into the room. my eyes widen and i sit up straight on the bed.

“i-i did as you asked daddy."

he stares at me, looking me up and down as he bites his lip, absolutely adoring the sight. "i knew you'd look delectable in that color. i almost cant keep stop myself from touching you." he speaks slowly, sensually, leaning down to me and pressing his lips against my ear, "but i'll have to, because you've earned yourself a punishment." i open my mouth to plead my case but he's quick to wrap his strong hand around my neck, squeezing at the sides. "not a word. you know what you did. i'm awfully disappointed. i had the whole night planned out, but you ruined it."

“sorry." i speak weakly, hardly audible. i almost think he doesn't hear me until he smiles.

"you will be." he backs away from me, moving to the other side of the room to rummage around in his closet.

"you've been so good to me baby. did you think you'd get away with it? did you think i would be too stupid to notice you dripping before i even got here?" he chuckles, "how dare you take me for an idiot."

my eyes begin to water at his insulting words, "i-i don't think that at all, i was thinking of you, i-i want you daddy please." i cry out, my heart racing from fear.

“i'm sure you were. if you wanted to be a pathetic slut then you should've just said so. but now, ill have to treat you like one, so you won't do it again, got it?"

he looks me in the eyes, a hint of worry evident in his eyes. he's never been rough with me. unsure of how i'd respond to it, scared of pushing it too far. but all i want is to please him, so i nod. agreeing to take whatever punishment he sees fit. he brushes my hair behind my ear, kissing my neck as he joins me on the bed, "your crying won't change my mind. lay down. ass up."

i gulp nervously, complying with his instructions, the curiosity eating away at my mind. i hadn't paid any attention to the objects he grabbed. he placed something cold and flat against my ass, smoothing it around the area, "say your color if it becomes too much."

"i-i can do it daddy." i reassure him. knowing his last statement about my crying was a lie, he was genuinely worried for me. but he was just as curious as i was, he wanted to see how far he could push me. and i was willing to go as far as i could for him. just as quickly as the object of lifted off of my behind, it's smacked back down, the sound bouncing around the room with my cries following quickly after. he places the cold paddle against the place he'd hit, circling it around the heated area. "that's one, count for me baby." he lifts it again, slamming it back down against my body with an equal amount of force. i can see him enjoying this almost too much.

i would have never pegged him for a sadist, but the way he watches the paddle as it smacks against my ass, making it jiggle and turn tart-red repeatedly, has me rethinking the way i'd drawn him up in my head.

"t-two." i choke out. he does it again, and again, and again. for the sixth one he switches from my left cheek to my right, finishing out the ten spanks on that side. "ten." i gasp, out of breathe and exhausted already. i feel his hands on my butt, massaging the agitated area as he showers me with compliments. "turn around baby, let me see your pretty face."

i sniffle and wipe the tears on my cheeks as i sit up to face him. he asks, "how do you feel?"

i nod my head, "good." he smiles, tugging me into his arms and placing gentle kisses on my head, "you did so well my baby, i had more for you but i don't think i can bear to see you cry anymore."

my eyes flash to his for a moment, "im sorry, i'm just sensitive. i liked it, really." i tell him. not sure if i'm honest, but if he asked to do it again, i know i couldn't tell him no.

"lay down. relax, the hard part is over." he tells me. i nod, crawling towards the head of the bed as i lay against the pillows. he's quick to meet me, pulling me in for an intoxicating kiss. he starts off slow, showing how much he cares through his actions but he gets carried away, growing more aggressive. shoving his tongue in my mouth and biting my lips.

i feel his hand dancing around my hips, slipping off my panties before sliding my bra off my shoulders, leaving myself completely bare for him to use however he pleases.

"you're gorgeous. i can't tell if i want to preserve your perfect skin or mark it until you're covered in nothing but me." he growls into my ear, making me whimper at the thought.

he smiles, dipping a hand between my legs to feel how hot and wet i was. he curses, "fuck, you really did like to be spanked didn't you?"

i don't answer, too distracted by his hand so close to where i need him the most. he's got me so worked up, so desperate for him to do anything at all. he knows it too, grabbing his final toy of choice and putting it against my heat. i jump at the feeling of a foreign object replacing what was the warmth of his hand.

he shushes me, peppering kisses on my bare shoulder, "im gonna make you feel good baby, this is your reward."

i allow myself to relax further into the bed, feeling him turn the object on. it's light humming filling the room, he begins to move it up and down my slit, wetting it and watching me squirm from an unknown pleasure.

he turns it up a notch and i let out a moan. he places his other hand on my lower stomach, massaging it and adding pressure. he decides to push it even further, slipping the vibrator inside of me slowly. i grab onto his arm, the need to have something inside of me only somewhat satisfied by the object. i know i'm close as my stomach feels tighter and i grow more and more sensitive, "d-daddy, please.”i whimper.

he looks at me with curiosity, "please what baby?"

i hum, trying my hardest not to come undone right here, "i-i'm so close."

he chuckles, "then come, i never said you couldn't."

i shake my head, "wanna come on y-you." he doesn't react immediately, too focused on the way i look while he controls my pleasure.

he then removes the toy, all of his clothes following after, "how can i say no to that?" i smile and he crawls over me, his finger under my chin to make me look him in the eyes as he enters me, "god you're so much tighter." he says, hardly keeping himself together.

he begins to thrust slowly but i whine, "h-harder please."

he looks taken aback at first, then he grins mischievously, "have i turned you into a slut baby?" he begins pounding into me, lifting my hips up to get a deeper angle inside of me, hitting my g-spot with every thrust causing me to scream out and grab at his bare back, moaning his name in his ear as a token of my approval.

he chuckles darkly in my ear, "you're gonna cum so fast aren't you? go on. cum all over my cock baby, you've earned it."

my orgasm comes crashing hard, my walls tightening repeatedly on him as he hisses, struggling to keep up as he feels himself a lot closer than before. "fuck baby, you're shaking, do i make you feel that good?"

"yes," i answer breathlessly as he fucks me into overstimulation. after a few minutes of him pounding into me i feel him twitch, with little warning he spills out inside of me, continuing to use me to ride out his orgasm.

he pulls out and immediately crashes onto the bed beside me. i lay still, my body feeling numb as it comes down from a mind blowing orgasm. he laughs, "fuck that was good." i smile at his enthusiasm and he continues. "so round two?"

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Today's another good day for you (so you think), you wake up to a fluffy ball of rabbit laying across your forehead sleeping peacefully. The sun peeks through the blinds, you pat the side of your pillow for your phone. You turn it on to check your notifications and amongst the many Instagram notifications and messages your eyes land on Jungkook's.

You smile sleepily, opening his message and replying to it. You always look forward to these morning messages from Jungkook. They vary sometimes but usually they regard the same topic: saying good morning. You snuggle into the pillow happily, petting your bunny's little head as it squeaks softly and snuggles close.

"Are you hungry Luna?" You softly say as the bunny perks up, ears and nose twitching. "Oh I bet you are." You coo.

Your morning goes as usual, you bring out Luna's food and set her in her cage. While she eats you hop into the shower, relaxing under the warm water and singing softly. Your roommate is most likely out, Jennie's a early riser and her classes usually land around early morning while yours tend to be around mid-morning.

When Luna is ready to be carried around you stroll over, dressed in only panties and a bra as you gently pick her up. "Mm," you place a kiss on her head and nuzzle her, "should I make some avocado toast? Or oatmeal?" You ask, as if Luna would even answer.

"Ahhh toast." You say with a giggle, bending over as you rummage the fridge with Luna pressed tight against your chest. "Luna you're such a spoiled bunny, have I told you that?" You say as you bring out the stuff you need for your breakfast, "Reminds me.. gotta buy some berries later on." You ramble off as you set Luna down.

That's how your morning goes, you eat breakfast and then get ready for your classes. For some reason you're in a really happy mood, singing along to some song playing on the radio as you drive to your college. Everything is going your way and you even stop to buy a strawberry milk tea and a cookie.

"Hi y/n." Some girl says as you walk by.

"Hi." You reply, cheerfully if anything as you happily stroll down to your business class.

You feel like nothing could ruin your day. You're going to enjoy today and be productive. Maybe you can ask Jungkook if he wants to go grocery shopping with you. Oh that sounds like a great idea actually. You quickly type out your message and before you can send it someone taps you on your shoulder.

"Oh," you turn to look up at the girl, "hi." It's one of your friends and it makes you smile.

"Hey," she softly smiles back and sits down, "how you been?"

"Oh, really good actually. Today I slept in and I had some avocado toast for breakfast with Luna, Luna's a little fat but that's okay because she's cute," you ramble off as you tell your friend in depth about which song you sang in the car, "and I bought this cookie too."

She chuckles quietly and shakes her head at your antics, but this is why you like her! She always listens and is just so nice. "Sounds like you had a good morning.." she trails off, sounding almost hesitant to speak.

"Oh yeah, and I'm going out to buy berries much later on. I might even go with Jungkook if he isn't busy." You chirp.

Her face falls just a little from that. "Oh.. Jungkook," she says as she shakes her head, "I uh... I didn't know you two were like together or something." She says as she digs her phone out of her pocket, "My friend's been going around saying that Jungkook are her are supposedly talking. I doubt it but like they definitely have been texting like messing around and shit." She says and pulls up the screenshots.

"Huh?" You quietly say, face falling at her words. "Talking to who?" You peek over and see some chick you vaguely recognize due to her being on the cheer squad. "Have they... hung out?" You ask hesitantly.

She shrugs, "I think so, she posted a picture the other night of her sitting on someone's lap, I dunno if it was him cause she cropped out the dude's face." She pulls up her friend's story and shows you.

Your heart literally hurts when you see that it is indeed Jungkook sitting there with her all over him. You purse your lips and frown, "Oh... I didn't know." You softly say, "But um no he isn't my boyfriend or anything." You say quietly.

"I'm sorry.. I just wanted to let you know and stuff, in case you and him were talking." She looks genuinely concerned and saddened by this.

"No, no," you quickly wave your hands, "it's okay!^^' " You smile.

The revelation bothers you for the rest of the day. You're stuck thinking about that stupid photo, huffing to yourself as you make your way to your car. You were having such a nice day too!

"Stupid.. stupid, stupid." You mumble as you kick rocks and pout. You suppose you can't be too upset over this, you and Jungkook really aren't a item so it doesn't make sense to be all angry at him and stuff. But still it hurts you know.

You're snapped out of your thoughts when a hand comes to grip your shoulder and turn you around. "y/n." It's the last person you wanna see..

"Hi." You softly reply as you look up at Jungkook, pout still evident on your face as you stare into his eyes. Jungkook kisses your pouty lips until you're huffing in annoyance and turning your face away with a frown, "What is it?" You don't mean to snap but your tone just comes out that way before you can even control it.

Jungkook looks taken back, "Oh? Baby got attitude today." He says as he pulls away with a chuckle, "Why you mad hm?" His hands slowly ease down to your ass as he gently squeezes it.

You feel bad but then you remember he had his hands in the same exact position with that other girl a few nights ago and you instantly sour. "No reason," you mumble, "I have to really go though." You slowly push him away.

"To the grocery store right?" Jungkook says as he surprisingly lets you go, "You want me to take you or we go in your car baby?" He leans against the hood of your car, eyeing you up and down like usual.

You shake your head, "Mm-mm, I'm okay. I don't need you to come anymore, I'm going by myself."

Jungkook looks at you weird, you never go by yourself.. and you never decline an invitation for him to tag along etc. Grocery store runs were your thing with him! "Okay..?" He says with a confused frown on his face, "You invited me earlier, did you forget–"

"No I didn't forget," you sigh in exasperation as you open your car door and stare at him, "and now I'm telling you, you don't need to come." You rush out, "So just go away.."

Jungkook is really shocked now. He steps back from your car and sees how serious you are. He frowns a little and opens his mouth to say something but you're already starting the car. You feel really bad but at the same time you're very angry..

You drive off like that, sad and confused.

+

Jungkook sends a series of texts that you ignore. You admit that the grocery shopping trip is boring and lonely without Jungkook. You long for him but the images of him and the girl always appear in your head and it makes you incredibly frustrated and upset.

Jennie finds you like that at home too, curled up in bed with a angry pout. “What’s up with you?” She says as she leans against the doorway, unfazed by your nudity.

“… I’m sad.” You softly say.

“Why?” Jennie perks up, eyes narrowed as she waits for the answer.

You look at her like a wounded puppy, “Because today one of my friends told me that Jungkook was hanging out with some girl and then there was a picture of them two together and she was sitting on his lap, that’s my lap.” You sadly whimper.

Jennie sighs, “Oh y/n,” she goes over to gently hug you as she strokes your hair, “you’re too good for him baby,” she shakes her head, “he doesn’t deserve you.”

You close your eyes and just sigh sadly, “He’s a meanie.”

“A big one.” Jennie softly replies and presses a kiss to your head.

Hours pass by and it’s night time, you lay there with Luna on your chest as she sleeps peacefully. Some HBO show is playing but you don’t care much for it. Jennie took the liberty of making you comfort food and leaving it at your bedside table. You appreciate her a lot, grateful to have such a caring roommate.

“You always help others, so let me take care of you.” She said. It feels nice finally getting something in return.

Your phone does buzz, but you can’t bring yourself to open it and check who it is, you’re too busy wallowing in self pity. You barely register the sound of the front door knocking, and then Jennie sounding… angry? You kiss Luna’s head and gently set her down as you shrug a sweater on.

“You’re a asshole you know that?” You hear Jennie spit out, “And right now you need to leave because I don’t think she wants to see you.”

You curiously peek around the corner, hiding as you tilt your head. Jungkook easily towers over Jennie, standing there in his usual attire. He looks a little anxious and overall not happy. It hurts to see him like that and you wanna ask but you refrain from doing so.

“Please just ten minutes Jen, ten minutes is all I ask for.” He replies.

“Ten minutes? For what, so you can sweet talk your way out of whatever the fuck you did this time? I don’t think so. Have a good night.” Jennie goes to close the door when Jungkook stops her because he finally spots you.

“y/n! y/n baby please let me talk to you.” He says desperately, gripping the doorway as Jennie struggles to close the door.

Your heart aches and you sigh softly as you step out and look at Jennie, “I’ll be outside okay,” you softly smile and pat her shoulder, “ten minutes.” You say, trying to muster the most serious face ever.

“Okay.” Jungkook breathes out, stepping away from the door as Jennie lets you slide through.

“Let me know if this fucker tries anything, I got pepper spray and I’ll get your ass if you try and get lucky with her.” Jennie glares as she closes the door behind you.

You stand close by the door, staring up at him as you fiddle with the hem of the sweater you got on. “So,” you softly say, “what did you wanna talk about?”

Jungkook sighs as he cups your cheeks, “Are you upset with me?” He says as he stares into your glassy eyes, “She meant nothing to me baby, I swear it to you I didn’t do anything with her, she just sat in my lap and took the photo.” He says as he rubs his thumb against your cheek.

Your eyes water as you make a low pained noise, “Oh my baby, don’t cry pretty girl.” Jungkook says as he brings you closer and hugs you to his chest, “You know I’d never do anything with anyone who isn’t you.” He says as he rocks side to side with you.

“B-But she said you guys were talking,” you hiccup softly and look at him, “are you?”

“No baby, I’m not.” He says and cups your cheeks.

You smack his chest with a tiny fist, glaring at him as you pull away, “Don’t ever do that to me! That isn’t nice! That’s suppose to be my lap! Not hers!” You smack his chest gently a couple of more times.

Jungkook’s laugh is cut off as he gently grips your sides and holds you steady, “Okay baby, my lap is yours.” He says as he holds you against him, “C’mon, let’s get you inside you’re not even wearing pants.” He snorts.

You open the door, “I don’t like clothes! They make me feel all itchy and stuff, feels better to just let the air in.” You say as you take him by the hand, leading him to your room as you close the door and wiggle out of the sweater you had on.

“You look much prettier without clothes anyways.” He says as he shrugs his own shirt off and tosses it to the corner somewhere.

“You always say that..” you pout as you climb into bed, gently setting Luna back on your tits as you stroke her little head and watch her perk up. “What? This is Luna’s favorite spot to sleep in.” You giggle.

Jungkook puts his hands up, “I’m not judging baby.” He gets in bed with you and pulls you to him, “C’mere.” He softly says as he holds you close to him.

You smile to yourself and snuggle into his neck, “Mm.. you only like me right? No one else?” You softly say.

“No one else,” he shakes his head, smooching your forehead shortly after, “I swear it baby.”

You smile giddily, setting Luna aside as you climb on to Jungkook’s lap and lean forward to kiss him gently. He accepts rather eagerly and settles his hands on your ass. “Mm, baby missed me?” He asks against your lips.

“Yes,” you softly moan against him, reaching down to set your hands on his abdomen for purchase, “was lonely all day without you, the store was boring too.”

Jungkook chuckles breathily, “Yeah? Well you did un-invite me baby.” He says as he massages your soft ass cheeks, pulling the waist band of your panties and letting it snap back.

You huff, “You know why.” You say and smother him in more kisses, “I didn’t like seeing her in your lap.” You say as you cup his cheek, “Made me sad.”

Jungkook stares up at you and licks his lips as he pulls the straps of your bra down and kisses your tit gently, “How can I make it up to you baby? Show you how sorry I am?” He says, enveloping your hard nipple into his mouth and sucking gently.

You softly moan in response and grip his hair, “Mm, like this,” you say as you hold his head closer to your tit while grinding down on his crotch, “feels so good like this.”

Jungkook moans against your tit and steadies you by your hips. He ends up fucking you like that, holding your legs wide apart as you squeal and cry out. He makes your pussy cream around his cock like three times, each time leaving you a little breathless. He fucks you so hard you can’t walk afterwards.

He watches you wobble to the bathroom with a lazy smirk on his face. He even adds a teasing, “Need help there?”

The night goes on like that, watching some movies and eating late night snacks as you both catch up on the missed time for the day. You know that technically Jungkook didn’t have to do all that cause you’re not dating but it makes you happy to see him stick by you loyally.

You’re smug as a motherfucker the next day when he takes you out for a small date. He posts you on his story for everyone to see, including that bitch who thought she had a chance.

‘You thought,’ you think smugly.

[The next day. . .]

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someone requested a drabble where reader gets sad cause jk’s with another girl so here you go hehe.