Bts Reads (& Recs)

bts reads (& recs)

🧸 freya's recent bts reads (& recs)

disclaimer : there's atleast one fic for each member, but i am yet to widen my spectrum, so you will find less vmin + jin fics. that also doesn't mean i don't like reading them, lol.

note : fic titles labelled with a * mark are series. minors please stay away, strictly. almost all fics here are 18+ !!

— also, i am @sugarwithtea 😭 incase you wanted to check out my writing blog then.

KIM SEOKJIN

* 9 months to fall in love by @floralseokjin (s2l, accidental pregnancy au, 18+)

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

* For Love & Money by @jimlingss (s2l, forced marriage au)

For love, you foolishly lied to yourself. For money, you married a stranger.

MIN YOONGI

* Till Death Do Us Part by @colormepurplex2 (e2l, arranged marriage au, mafia au, 18+)

Marital bliss isn't always a guarantee, especially when you find yourself marrying into the family responsible for your own family's demise. Sometimes, marriage is just a game of kill or be killed. Even when there is love involved, bullets still hurt.

Sinful Lust by @oddinary4bts (ft. jungkook, threesome au, 18+)

in an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating...

* The Truth Between Us by @jimlingss and @gukyi (e2l, multiple aus, 18+)

a book deal should be the most exciting time of your life, but there seems to be a constant and omnipresent damper on your mood in the form of a certain min yoongi, who you would just cut out from your life, if he weren’t your editor. but then, the world shifts beneath your feet, and you begin to wonder if maybe you’ve always been looking at life from the wrong angle.

* Playing With Fire by @/chanyeolly (ao3) (e2l, idol au, 18+)

Yoongi hates you. Or at least, he thinks he does.

AKA

Y/N works for BigHit and Yoongi is bad at dealing with his feelings.

JUNG HOSEOK

Brevity (But Most Often Not) by @threeletterslife (ft. jimin, s2?, psychopath hoseok)

All your life, you've been with guys who didn't bother to read the news or appreciate the art form of journalism. But Hoseok... Even the way he carefully chooses his words is a sign that you and he are a match. If only he weren't in a dilapidating psychiatric hospital. Then maybe you'd have a proper boyfriend who treated you right for once.

* Arranged by @obiwrites (ao3) (arranged marriage au, 18+)

If you thought entering an arranged marriage with the person you love would be a dream, you were in for a rude awakening. Jung Hoseok was far from the doting husband you’d dreamed of and most of it could be chalked up to the fact that he was in love with his best friend. And you are without a shadow of a doubt, not her.

But what happens when Hoseok starts to realize he doesn’t want you to be her? That there might be more than meets the eye with you?

Fake Love by @aquaminwrites (e2l, fake dating au, 18+)

Every year, your family spends the holidays at your parents’ cottage in the country. Freshly single and not wanting to be picked apart by your family for being alone, you decide to recruit one of your friends to pretend to be your boyfriend. The only available volunteer? Your brother Namjoon’s roommate, Hoseok. Only problem? He absolutely hates your guts.

* Jungle Park by @jimlingss (coworker au, amnesia au)

The equation is simple. Hoseok needs to hire someone. You need a job. Except like any actual equation, it’s not fucking simple at all! Not when you have to add the fact that he was forced to hire someone he doesn’t want in his office, he has little respect for your job in general, and oh yeah...once upon a time you might have—*CENSORED*.

KIM NAMJOON

Not Another Holiday Romance by @kpopfanfictrash (s2l, one night stand au, holiday au, 18+)

You, a perpetually alone (and utterly cynical) movie director, are sent to the town of Snow Falls, Middle-of-Nowhere for your latest film assignment. Stuck in holiday hell until the new year, you’re determined to get in and get out with minimal damage to your Grinch reputation. That is, until a ridiculously gorgeous (and young?!) town historian is assigned to help with your film. Suddenly, you find yourself the heroine of one of those corny romances you direct – and are discovering they might not be so corny after all.

* My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold by @daechwitatamic (r2l, college au, 18+)

You know a lot about the many types of love thanks to Kim Taehyung. You love him as the only person you see as “family”, you love him as your very best friend, and you love him as the beautiful, funny man he’s become. But when a twist of fate during your senior year has you rooming with his good friend Kim Namjoon, you just might find that you have plenty left to learn about love. 

The Wedding Arrangement by @/sugalights (ao3) / @sugaurora (s2e2l, fwb au, 18+)

You are in love with your best friend, the only man who matters, Kim Seokjin.

Unfortunately, he's just gotten engaged to someone who isn’t you. Even more unfortunately, he expects you to help plan the wedding alongside Kim Namjoon, his other best friend and, based on your first meeting, just another judgemental jerk.

Putting aside your distaste for the sake of your friend’s happiness, you both set about giving Seokjin the wedding of his dreams. Following a rough and satisfying affair at the caterer’s, you strike an unusual deal: you and Namjoon will be enemies with benefits until the wedding is over. And after six months of wedding planning, you both just might learn that weddings aren’t usually the end, but a brand new beginning.

PARK JIMIN

* Maybe Me by @jiminrings (single dad au, s2l)

summary: maybe it’s stupid of jimin to take on everything at once, all by himself. maybe it’s rash of him to book a long-term stay at a luxury hotel, even if it comes with a family discount. but maybe, just maybe, jimin would have nothing to lose and everything to gain if he lets you in.

KIM TAEHYUNG

Always the Bridesmaid by @kookingtae (e2l, holiday au, 18+)

When you first meet Kim Taehyung, you’re determined to find every reason you can to hate him—or maybe he’s just looking for ways to get on your last nerve. But when a turn of events has the two of you working the wedding of the man you’re hopelessly in love with, you’re too late to realize the real reason to hate Kim Taehyung is because of the latest column he’s secretly writing: “Always the Bridesmaid, Never the Bride”, and it’s all about you.

JEON JUNGKOOK

* Take A Chance by @crystaljins (hanahaki au, coworker au)

You should have known the second your business partner asked you to plan his best friend’s wedding as a favour that it was going to be nothing but trouble. Especially when it turns out he’s in love with said best friend. And dying of a deadly disease because of it.

on the road (to you) by @cupofteaguk (f2l, road trip au)

as a young adult, one of the strangest revelations is the discovery that peers of yours from past fragile college years are getting married. so imagine your shock and excitement upon receiving a wedding invitation. there are, however, two problems: (1) you are a poor early-20s recently employed adult just beginning to adjust to your 401k plan, and (2) the only available ride to the wedding comes in the form of Jeon Jungkook—friend of a friend, attendee to that aforementioned wedding, and your old college crush. 

Sinful Lust by @oddinary4bts (ft. yoongi, threesome au, 18+)

in an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating...

Accidental Roommates by @jjkeverlast (r2l, single dad au, 18+)

moving apartments is stressful and difficult enough as it is. all the planning and packing and multiple moments of rearranging furniture; all you crave is peace.

yet it seemed like peace was far within reach as the owner of the apartment had left out one tiny crucial detail from the ad — a ripped tattooed adonis, coupled, with a tiny baby daughter will come as your roommate.

Rivers Over Stones by @ichorai (e2l, godparents au, 18+)

you hated jungkook the minute you laid eyes on him. the only reason why he was still in your life was because you both shared a goddaughter, hana. but everything changed unexpectedly when the two of you become her caretakers and you’re forced to live under the same roof. suddenly, you find yourself hating him just a bit less. or more, but who’s keeping track?

* Ego by @suga-kookiemonster (s2l, fwb au, 18+)

what’s a girl to do when her sweet, innocent baby lab partner isn’t quite so sweet and innocent? well, he’s a grown-ass man, and you’re about to learn that the hard way.

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— a bit of these have not been completed by me, leading to no feedback yet but i know these are good haha!

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Jealousy

Jealousy

Jungkook x reader

Word count: 2k

Genre: smut - minors DNI

Summary: You make your boyfriend Jungkook jealous at a party and he gets you back by fucking the shit out of you in his car

Warnings: Fluff, smut, angst, explicit language, unprotected sex, & creampie

To tell the truth, Jungkook was never the insecure type. Jelous and possessive, yes, but never insecure. He knew you were for him and no one else, and that’s why he was never wary of you going out with minimal clothing. You looked good in it, too good. Good enough to want to fuck your throat in the bathroom while yours and his friends partied on.

His cock twitched just at the thought of the material hugging your figure, the figure that he loves seeing bent over his lap while his fingers work wonders inside of you.

Your pussy was his weakness.

And you were currently keeping it from him. After a heated argument before the party did you both silently agree to leave each other alone for the rest of the night.

His little hopes of fucking you in the bathroom long gone as you have fun with your friends while he sulks in a corner while his friends banter.

He never minded you going out in your little skirts or dresses, not that you would let him stop you, your attitude and feistiness is what he loves the most. But that would always go away when he’s deep inside of you.

He watches you from across the room, the little black skirt you have on right now isn’t doing to good for the minimal space he has in his pants. You’re with your friends, oblivious to the few men that can’t seem to look away from you.

He doesn’t blame them for staring, but deep down he hopes that’s all they do. He knows you could handle them with your little attitude, but some men don’t back away so easily, and he doesn’t want to have to result in anything that will ruin both of your nights.

Jungkook has a reputation for his temper, it’s something that he’s working on, but with your obliviousness and the men surrounding you, it’s hard to control. Especially when you both have just had a heated argument.

So after a while of watching you as he gets frustrated when a guy approaches you and you entertain him, does he then make a promise to himself that he’s going to make you pay for teasing him.

You always do this whenever you argue, try to make him jealous by talking to another guy when you know he’s watching. Jungkook doesn’t know if you do it deliberately or not, but the sight of you giving your attention to a man other than him makes him feel all different types of things.

He’ll never stop you from talking to a man, he’s not that possessive, but that doesn’t mean he appreciates it. Especially when your innocent eyes look up at the man before you as he hungrily eyes you.

When the party comes to and end, a few stragglers here and there, do you find yourself in Jungkooks car.

You both sit there in silence, you wondering why he hasn’t started the car yet. Your questions are answered when his deep voice sounds over the music.

“Who was you talking to back at the party?”

You watch as his toned body lazily leans against the seat, hair messily tied back in a bun, a few strands loose. His body language is completely opposite to what his tone suggests.

“Jungkook i’m not doing this today, we already done this before the party, let’s not have another” you roll your eyes watching as he looks at you with his unbothered posture.

He licks his lips and moves the fallout hair out from his face.

“You attempted to make me jealous and now that you’ve succeeded, you’re mad? Baby, just answer my question”

“We just talked, don’t make this into a big deal”

Maybe you were oblivious to his true intentions, he doesn’t really give a fuck about what you spoke about because he knows he’s going to be buried deep inside of you before the night ends.

The other guys can look at you and dream of you all they want, but he will be the one to enjoy the taste of your pussy, he will always gets the last laugh.

“Get in the back seat”

“What? Jungkook take me home”

“Y/n I’m not playing, get in the back seat”

You watch his eyes lower in warning, daring you to say anything else.

You hide a smirk as you shuffle your way to the back seat, making yourself comfortable as you spread your legs open for him as he watches you in the drivers seat, bottom lip between his teeth.

It’s like a little game to you guys. Argue and then fuck, you knew it was coming eventually, you just didn’t expect it to happen so soon.

He makes his way to you, watching your pussy hide behind the lacy underwear you wore tonight.

Such a little tease he thinks.

Soon enough you both have swapped positions, him sitting on the seat and you on top of him, your clothed pussy throbbing against his hard cock that surely shows under his jeans.

You decide to slowly grind back and forth to relieve yourself of the friction you crave.

Jungkook softy hisses, looking up at you with hunger and admiration. Your eyebrows are slightly furrowed as you continue to grind against him. Your black skirt now hunched above your waist.

He takes this opportunity to play with your soft ass as you eagerly kiss him.The taste of alcohol is still evident on his lips which only makes you deepen the kiss.

“Pull me out” he grunts after you both come up for air.

You smirk at him, lifting up a bit so your hand can access his zipper, he helps you with this task as you evidently move slower than he would like.

Your pussy clenches around nothing when you see the sight of his thick throbbing cock.

You move your hand slowly up and down his length, savouring his reaction as he deeply moans at the touch. Your thumb rubs against his tip, just before you decide to lift up again and direct his dick towards you wet cunt.

Panties to the side, you lower yourself slowly down his length, your wetness helping you through the process as you take him in.

“Fuck” you both say in unison.

Your eyes close as you sit there on his lap with his full dick inside of you, a slight burn as he fully stretches you out.

“Look at me princess” his deep voice sounds through the dark car.

You open them and watch him in all his glory. A slight smirk on his pink lips, his eyes never leaving you, how could he? He wants to see every little thing, the way your eyebrows slightly furrow, to the way you bite down on your plump lips. He can’t miss it.

His hand comes up behind your neck, guiding you towards him as he kisses you again, this time more rougher, more sloppier.

You slowly lift up with his cock still inside of you. With your added wetness the burn is only faint which then eases into nothing as your pace quickens.

He’s catching your moans in his deep kiss, hands on your ass again as he helps you with the pace.

“You gonna continue to make me jealous?” He grunts as his tattooed hand delivers a smack to your ass which is followed by a whiny moan from you.

His pace quickens, him doing most of the work as you simply can’t take anymore.

You shake your head as you use the headrest in front to help support you as his cock continues to pound inside you.

“Use your words” he watches you turn into a full mess, your breasts almost spilling out of your top at the quick pace he’s giving. Your whiny moans are like music to his ears, only egging him to go harder.

“No! I won’t make you jealous Kook. Fuck! Oh my god!” You slump against and clench around him in pure ecstasy as his cock continues to pound in you. His balls slapping against your ass adding to his perfect melody.

The wetness of your pussy makes its way down your thigh and onto his jeans as you whimper against his chest.

“Kook please fuck, right there”

“You like making me jealous huh?” He coos in your ear as his pace slowens but his movements become harsher. “Just so I can fuck you like this?”

You hurriedly nod, not really listening to what he’s saying as all you can focus on is his cock that’s working wonders inside of you.

You’ll never be able to get enough of his dick.

But despite your thoughts, your words betray you when you say; “Baby please I can’t take it”

“You want me to go slower?” He watches you with concern as you sit up and look at him with a soft pout as you nod your head.

“Go at your pace baby”

You put both of your hands behind you on his knees for support as you grind back and forth at your pace, the sound of your wetness can be heard throughout the car, that just eggs you to keep going.

“Mhh fuck” he moans as you keep grinding.

You start to slowly rise and go back down again at your pace while Jungkook fondles with your breasts over your top.

You stifle a moan as you continue riding him slowly, the added pleasure of him playing with your tits makes your head spin.

“Fuck baby you’re taking me so well” his arms grab your waist as he scoots down the seat a bit to further comfort himself. He takes control, still making sure that he’s not too rough and fast, because although he wants to pound you like crazy, he also doesn’t want to hurt you and push you further than your limits.

Your moans fill the car along with Jungkooks deep grunts as he feels you clenching around him again as your orgasm slowly approaches.

His large hands stroke up and down your back as he thrusts his hips up into you, taking your breath away.

“J-Jungkook please” you almost stand up not being able to take anymore, despite your approaching orgasm.

“You can take it, take it for me baby”he continues at his slow pace trying his hardest not to to take full control.

He catches your moans in his kiss again as he slightly lifts you up and down on his lap, his cock hitting your spot as you let out another whimper.

“You’re doing such a good job Princess”

“Jungkook”

Your orgasm is approaching fast and you know his is too, by the way he begins to sloppily thrust his hips into you.

“I’m here, I’m right here baby” he pants as you play with the hair that’s found it’s way on his forehead.

The way he intensely watches you as you both come to a simultaneous orgasm is just enough to send you through the roof as your words get stuck in your throat and you look up at the roof of his car in euphoria.

“F-fuck” he grunts as you feel his cock twitch inside of you. Your pussy repeatedly clenches after your orgasm, making him slightly hiss.

You watch him with pure lust as you both come down from your orgasm, both of you looking like a fucked out mess. Sweat dripping down your clothed bodies as well as both of your cum that’s slowly making its way down your thigh.

“Jealousy looks good on you”

can u do manager y/n who is used to always being passed around and groped when the maknae line wants relief 🧐 like all of the boys and other staff are just so used to the situation that they just ignore them

“Ah..” You whimpered, feeling Jungkook thrust into you once again. You gripped onto his broad shoulders, crying out once again as he found his pace.

He was so strong and it felt like he had a dick made of pure iron.

He thrusted harder and deeper into you and you couldn't help but wrap your legs around him.

“Jimin, let’s straighten your hair.” One of the hairstylists commented as she gathered the hair supplies.

“Alright.” Jimin sat in the stool, glancing at you and Jungkook as you were having your fun.

His dick twitched and a tongue ran over his bottom lip as he found himself staring at you guys. He watched you whimper and moan while he listened to the smack of flesh against flesh.

He smirked and shifted in his seat.

Jimin looked away, feeling the stir in his pants. He focused on getting his hair straightened, but the thoughts of you were still running through his head. He wasn't able to keep his mind straight.

“Fuck…” Jungkook hissed, stopping you from bouncing on his cock, before he pushed you down onto the sofa, climbing on top of you and inserting himself once again. He wasted no time before he went right back into his thrusting.

He moaned, gripping your thighs and pulling them apart. He was so deep and it felt so good.

“Has anyone seen Taehyung?” The make up artist approached the two of you, an eyeshadow palette in hand.

“He was running late.” Jungkook answered, looking up at the older woman, before looking back down at you.

"Let’s do your make up first then.” The make up artist smiled, taking the brush, and approaching his face.

Jungkook temporarily stopped pounding into you, leaving his cock buried inside of you as the make up artist applied his make up.

You blinked, feeling your stomach knot with excitement. You were both so exposed and yet so intimate.

He continued to stare down at you, biting his lip as he waited for the make up artist to finish.

Your hand moved down to your clit, rubbing it slowly as you whimpered and moaned for him.

“You’re so big, Jungkook…” You murmured at him.

Jungkook smirked. He liked how you were whimpering for him. It was cute.

”There we go. All done.” The older woman smiled before moving away.

Then, he continued to pound into you, pressing his lips against yours as he pushed his weight against yours, pushing you further into the sofa. He lifted your legs into the air, and then slammed into you with such force.

You cried out into his mouth, feeling him get closer to the edge.

He didn't last much longer. His cock swelled inside of you, and then he released his hot load deep into you. He stayed inside of you, as he made you feel so full.

Then, he pulled out, leaving you with a mess of cum that was dribbling out of your pussy.

“Jungkook! Let’s do your hair!” A hairstylist chimed in, just finishing up Jimin’s hair.

Jungkook nodded, getting off of you.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment but opening them again when you felt Jimin’s hand trail down your thigh.

You looked over at him, as he placed his hands on your knees, and pushed them apart.

He smirked at you, before his fingers started to circle your clit, and then he slid a finger into you.

“Jungkookie made such a mess out of you, didn’t he?” He murmured at you, as he watched you writhe under his touch.

His fingers were long and skilled. He added a second finger, and then a third, as he thrusted into you with his digits.

“Mmm…” Your hips rolled along with the movements of his fingers.

“Sorry for being late!” A voice chimed in, and the three of you looked to see Taehyung rushing into the room.

Jimin pulled his fingers out of you, and wiped them on your thighs. He then took your hand and pulled you to sit up, before taking your hand and leading it to his crotch.

You rubbed your palm against it, as he let out a soft moan.

Jimin didn’t wait long, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock. You wrapped your fingers around it and stroked it as he thrust his hips up into your hand, making your way to the floor to sit in between his legs.

You brought your lips to the tip of his shaft, swirling your tongue around it and then taking it into your mouth.

Jimin groaned, wrapping your hair around his hand, and tugging your head back.

He pressed the tip of his cock against your lips, before rubbing it against them. You opened your mouth and took the head inside of your mouth, as he gripped your hair tightly.

His other hand reached over, grabbing one of your breasts. He squeezed it, before reaching up and unclipping the bra that was keeping your boobs restrained. They fell free and bounced into his hands. He rubbed his thumbs over your nipples as you sucked his cock.

Taehyung sat on the stool, letting the staff do his make up. He was bored with this whole process. The only thing that was really making him pay attention to the stylists was watching you sucking off Jimin.

Jimin thrusted into your mouth, holding your head still as he pounded his dick into you. You felt his cock hit the back of your throat, and you gagged around it.

He pulled out, his cock drenched in your saliva. “You are going to make me cum if you keep it up like this.” He looked down at you, rubbing the tip of his cock against your lips.

You pressed kisses against it as your fingers wrapped around the shaft once again, pumping him for a few more moments until you took him into your mouth again.

Taehyung had finished getting his hair done, and he watched you sucking off his friend, his eyes darkening as he felt himself get hard.

“Fuck, yes, suck harder!” Jimin groaned. He was getting close.

His grip on your hair tightened, before he tugged it back, pulling you away from his cock. His cock twitched, as he spurted his load into the air.

It landed all over your face and breasts. He took in the sight, adoring how you looked, before sliding his clothes back on.

Taehyung looked over to you, noticing that the staff were handing you some towels to clean up your mess of cum on your face and chest.

He stood up and went to go talk to you. He kneeled down beside you, and brought his hand to your face, wiping some of the cum away.

You stared into his dark eyes, and then opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out, at which he unzipped his pants, and slid them down to free his cock.

Taehyung rubbed his cock against your lips and pushed it into your mouth. He placed his other hand on the back of your head, pressing his hips against you.

Your tongue circled his shaft as he thrust his hips, fucking your mouth.

Then, he pulled out and stroked his dick.

“Let me see that sweet pussy.” He whispered at you, before grabbing your arm and lifting you up from the floor. Taehyung then picked you up, and you held onto his shoulders, as he guided his cock to your entrance. He shoved himself deep inside you, and you both groaned in unison.

You gripped onto him, wrapping your legs around him as he started to thrust into you. His movements were rough and sloppy.

"Yes, yes…” You whimpered, your fingers tangling in his hair. You pressed a kiss to his lips, and he returned the gesture.

He kept you pressed against the wall, as he pounded you against it.

“I can’t, I can’t…” You gasped with shaky breath.

“Come on, take this fucking cock.” He growled.

You tried to resist him, but he felt too good. It was hard to try and fight it when he was so rough.

”Taehyung, let’s just curl your ends a little.” The stylist popped up, approaching him with a haircurler.

Taehyung didn’t respond, letting the woman do whatever she wanted to his hair, he focused solely on fucking you into the wall. He stared at your face, taking in the pleasure and the way you were melting beneath him. He thrusted harder and faster into you, as he watched you start to get close to your peak.

He groaned, feeling his release nearing as well.

You released a cry of ecstasy, your pussy contracting around him, milking his cock, as he released his load into you.

His arms were shaking as he held you, and he brought his mouth to your ear.

"You are such a fucking slut for cock, aren't you?" He whispered, slowly sliding his softening cock out of you.

You whimpered, slowly coming back down from your orgasm. You felt the way the cum oozed out of you, and you started to realize how sore you were going to be the following day.

Taehyung moved you back to the sofa, gently laying you down, leaving you in that spot incase anyone else would be using you.

🃏‧₊˚checkmate | JHS (18+)

❀one-shot❀

❥pairing: rockstar!hoseok X backup-dancer!reader // black!reader

❥genre: rockstar AU, angst, smut, some fluff

❥summary: Just some love confessions and hot, steamy s*x in the rain after a concert…

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❥!!warnings!!: slightly rough sex + dirty talk

❥other warnings: semi-public sex, parking garage sex on the hood of a car [sorry not sorry, I am clearly a wh0re for car sex💗], raw sex in the rain [please use protection!], oral [fem & male receiving], face f^cking, creampie, backshots, small daddy kink, some arguing in the dialogue, hoseok feeling himself and having wild concerts, making out, cl¡t piercing, curvy d¡ck, comparing hoseok’s d¡ck to a jack-in-the-box [i love my mind so much😭], some POV switching, they don’t actually say the three big words

❥word count: 4.7k

-song inspo: pandora’s box- jhope [ugh I love how he did the background verse with his grungey voice, this mf is so fucking fineee fuck😭] || say it- tory [ew, but I’ve been listening to this for so long]

-inspo also from the fact that his hobipalooza performance gave me big d¡ck with a curve energy! the curve is important, idc idc!

-author’s note: Ik this is kinda late but I hope it’s worth it and that you enjoy!! 🤍 Didn’t know how else to end it without dragging it so yeah. This is dedicated to @maltate123 who messaged me about their excitement to read this 🥹💗

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Even after an hour-long concert filled with breathtaking rapping and dancing, Hoseok was still pumped after the show, only breathless now because he was too busy sticking his sinister tongue down your throat and rubbing his chrome-painted fingers too far up your skirt.

His other hand sat veiny and heavy like a choker on your neck as he kissed you, tilting your head just right for your lips to fit to his heart-shaped ones, holding you in place on top of the hood of his cherry red Ferrari Portofino.

You knew what he meant when he proposed you to come chill with him instead of heading to the hotel right away, but you weren’t betting on the rockstar to cockily confront you about your little stunt on stage.

It was an accident, you promised yourself.

Right…

Letting Hoseok run his fingers over your exposed torso as you swayed in front of him was an accident.

Letting your hips glue too close together was an accident, along with letting Hoseok guide you on him.

Grinding on the rockstar… was a complete accident.

It wasn’t like anyone could see from the different angles on the big screens that your bare ass was circling all up on his dick print. Right?

And you swore that no one caught Hoseok sticking his tongue out and grinding with you back. So therefore, it didn’t happen.

Yeah. No.

It did. Only half an hour ago. In front of 100k people.

And it had Hoseok blemishing up the side of your neck with bite marks, his thumb idly caressing your inner thigh.

After the days and days of practicing one of his unreleased songs, “Checkmate”, a track that included Hoseok’s grungey rap and silk vocals explaining how to play one’s pieces right when it came to love, the accumulated sexual tension couldn’t make it past the concert. Not with the way he was feeling the vulgar lyrics and your sexy dancing tonight on that stage.

You looked too good in your matching outfit for the segment—sporting a mesh halter top and a black, cargo mini skirt with a rhinestoned belt. Your combat boots added to the fit, and the silver accessories and glitter on your brown skin completed it. Visually appearing as the female personification of J-Hope was on point for “Checkmate”, just like his decision in choosing you to lead dance with him.

So he was over the moon on how amazing you were, not being able to suppress it any longer to make it to the safety of the hotel. The top floor of the parking garage was empty, as it was VIP access only, but the bustling of fans and cars on the street down below reminded you that you were both out in the open. Fortunately, the thunder cackling in the gray, night sky above was hiding the hushed moans and wet kisses enough to not care.

“Jay…” You sighed as he brushed the fluffed kinks and curls of your hair away so that he could nibble the skin beneath your ear. You gripped his distressed shirt, trying to turn your head away so that the blowing wind could cool down your cheeks. The muggy air wasn’t helping. You could feel how much you wanted him to split you open.

So you moved your hands underneath his shirt, skimming along the waistline of his baggy pants and luxury boxers, heading for what you really desired.

Hoseok hissed, pulling back from your neck and resting his forehead on yours as he caught his breath the same. “I thought we were going slow,” he said.

You scoffed and angled your head up. “Is bringing me up here to make-out your definition of going slow, Jay?”

He pouted his duck lips against your nose. “No… Shaking your ass on my dick isn’t going slow either.”

“You touched me first,” you argued back, recounting how he pulled you into him on the stage. “You can’t keep your hands to yourself for shit.”

The rockstar hummed. “Is that your excuse? Unprofessionalism?”

Your brow raised. “For?”

“Acting like we both didn’t say fuck it to the original choreo and dry humped on stage.”

You felt flustered all of a sudden.

“We didn’t dry hump,” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Hoseok grinned. “Sure we didn’t, baby. Kiss me.”

You ignored his sarcastic comment but pulled him closer. Hoseok gracefully slipped his tongue back into your mouth and brought his hands down to your waist. They worked to undo the belt around your hips and push the hem of your skirt up to give him more access.

Then he finally slid his hand between your legs, fingers pressed up against your cunt, you gasping hotly against his mouth.

“W-We’re not going slow, Jay,” you whimpered.

He responded as he started kissing over your shoulder. “You don’t wanna go slow, anyways, baby.”

He was right.

Your fingers flew to the bulge in his Louis Vuitton pants. Heavy and erect, curving up in your palm through the expensive fabric. A lightning strike flashed out the corner of your eye as Hoseok groaned at the sensation.

“Want you on my tongue,” he confessed, making your heart pick up speed.

“Your manager said not to be out here for too long,” you reminded, but the rockstar hiked your legs up to roll your underwear down your thighs and over your combat boots.

You rolled your eyes as he brought the lacy pair to his face for a long inhale before chucking it like a slingshot over the railing of the parking garage. A car honked seconds later. You could imagine that your soiled underwear hit someone’s windshield.

“I think you’re supposed to keep them, dumbass.”

“Why?” he voiced, pushing your legs apart, the cool air breezing against your pussy. Your hands brushed through his growing mullet as he got on his knees on the concreted ground and propped your leg up on his shoulder. “To gag you so that you can shut your fucking mouth?”

Ohh, that’s what you wanted to hear:

The put together artist getting angry at your slick comments enough to push this celibate talking stage to the side. No more acting prude.

“No,” you answered. “So that you can rub your dick with it later. When you think about writing me those late night texts.”

He slapped the back of your thigh, and you bit your mouth shut to suppress a moan. “But you could do a much better job at it than me.”

“Mmm, a blowjob?”

He hummed back in return since he ended up latching his lips to your leg and marking the oiled, brown skin of it. The agreement of reciprocal head made you even more excited. Oral was a green light for you, and you knew the rockstar could give it good, but you wanted nothing more than to have his dick on your tongue instead.

The way it felt curved against you as you swiveled your ass on it on stage had you equally horny. Horny enough to be lenient on your own stupid rule of “taking it slow” with him.

So you leaned back on your palms on the hood of the Ferrari as you offered yourself to Hoseok. Legs spread to their widest with one on his shoulder, ass bare underneath your skirt. His kisses and thigh kneading were making you wetter by the second.

“Ready for me?” He mumbled on your skin, your arousal wafting his nose from the windy weather.

Your heart picked up another beat, and you nodded. You told him “Yes, Jay.”

His fingers made their move and touched your pussy, teasingly surpassing your clit and rubbing your soaked folds down to your entrance. A moan bubbled in the back of your throat as he fondled you slowly, your core igniting like hell for him. He got a louder noise when he slid a finger inside, only to take it away from you and say he wanted to lick you numb first.

He didn’t know how easily possible that was until he reached for your clit. “Oh,” he pulled his hand back a bit, his animated noise of shock making you curious.

“What?”

“That’s a sexy surprise,” he chuckled and yanked you closer by the back of your legs. “Your piercing. You weren’t gonna tell me?”

Your cheeks flamed. You really forget that you have it, and you never thought to bring it up. Honestly, making it this far with Hoseok wasn’t on your mind at all… Situations like these—an artist hanging around a backup dancer too much—sounded like quick flings that wouldn’t play out well in the end. Especially not with a busy person such as Hoseok. But you didn’t mention that self-conscious shit.

“You like it?” you asked.

He pulled away from your thigh just to look at your decorated pussy again. “Yeah,” he licked his lips. “It’s so cute… Wanna lick it…”

You arched your hips towards his face. “I’m not stopping you.”

Thunder crashed in the background as Hoseok pushed your leg further up and brought his pink tongue to your core. It slid between your folds at a hurried pace at first, as if you’d disappear if he didn’t take this chance to sample you quickly. The tip of his muscle slowed as it met your aching nub, his fingers gripping you tight to keep you from moving as he leisurely pressed the jewelry pierced in it side-to-side.

Hoseok alternated between sucking and licking based on how loud you were getting, purposely ignoring the rest of your pussy, only letting his grunts stimulate you in vibrations. Oh, fuck. And he was drooling all over you as he flicked your studded, brown pearl back and forth with his tongue.

“Tastes so good,” he sighed.

“I do?” you whimpered out, dragging your fingers through his curly hair for grip.

“Yeah, like honey… You’re my honey,” he nuzzled closer, his tongue flattening over your hole this time. “So sweet.”

The numbing he was summoning upon your clit from torturing it was painful, but you were so wet and enjoying the extra pinch in pleasure too much to stop him. You couldn’t help but to hold him close and grind against his mouth.

“Gonna cream daddy’s face?” he groaned. His hooked nose was bumping against the jewel in your clit now.

Oh, hell, why would he fucking say that…

“Yes,” you moaned, “—gonna cream daddy’s face.”

But you received just a few more strokes before it all ceased.

Because Hoseok had pulled away.

His grin was evil. Kinda hot, too, because your juices were all over his mouth and chin. “Did you really think I was gonna let you cum? That easily?”

You pushed his shoulders after wiping his mouth with your sleeve, but he caught himself and stood up. “Fuck off. I was getting close.”

“Not close enough,” he jeered and stuck his tongue out again, letting it loll over his bottom lip. You made a whiny noise under your breath and pulled him close by the buckle around his hips.

If he wanted to treat you that way, then okay. Two can play that game.

You slid off the Ferrari and let Hoseok take your spot. But he beat you to your next move by forcing you down on your knees on the grainy concrete. His fingers tangled in your fro as he forcefully brought your face near the tent in his jeans.

He tsked and glared down at you over his nose. “Don’t forget I’m in control here, sweet girl.”

He figured you were going to deny him of an orgasm, too.

“You never were,” you told him.

The sexy smirk was back as he lifted the hem of his baggy shirt to undo the belt and button on his jeans. Hoseok’s dick popped out the zipper, springing free like a jack-in-the-box. And did he appear so heavenly yet devilish looking down on you like that with the lightning in the sky surrounding him.

You bit your lip as you took him in your hand. Fuck. His dick was as pretty and impressive as him.

“I want all of this shit down your throat, baby,” Hoseok said, tilting your head. “Can you handle it?”

You boldly licked up the side of his cock, your eyes fluttering up to his as you grinned. “Yes, daddy.”

You think you’re louder than Hoseok when you taste him again. The veiny skin that met your palate was warm and salty from his sweaty performance. The head was softer but just as heavy and thick on your tongue. You moaned as pre-cum smeared your glossy lips, Hoseok seeming to fawn over how much you were enjoying his cock in your face.

His groan was full of yearning when you tapped it on your cheek. “Oh, don’t play with me, baby… Be nice.”

“Or what?” you whispered before taking him into your mouth. You watched his face as you swallowed him deeper, your body thrumming as he threw his head back and gave you the glorious view of his Adam’s apple bobbing dryly in his throat.

His fucked out expression came darker as he leaned his head back down to look at you with a set jaw. Maybe you should have chosen your two words more wisely... because Hoseok’s dick already in your mouth gave him the leverage to shove it further past your uvula.

He was rough as he held you there and thrusted, your nose pressed to the material of his shirt, your smokey eyeshadow and mascara beginning to run. One hand found his thigh muscle and the other held two fingers in your pussy. You could’ve came from that alone, along with Hoseok’s stuttered cussing.

But he yanked you back moments later and pulled out of your mouth. You greedily chased it, licking it again, opening your mouth wide… Your throat was dying for more.

“Didn’t take you for a cock slut, Miss Let’s-Take-Things-Slow,” Hoseok growled, snatching your hand from your cunt and lifting you up from the ground. Your knees had tiny concrete pebbles sticking painfully to them, but it didn’t compare to how badly you wanted the rockstar between them.

“We… We are taking things slow,” you said.

Hoseok pushed you towards the car, your front facing the windshield, him stepping closer into your space, his labored breath on your neck. You yelped as he forced you down to the hood and pinned you there.

“That’s your favorite word, huh? Slow.”

He pressed himself against your ass to brush your wet folds with his dick. “Is that how you want me to fuck you since that’s how we’re taking things?”

You grumbled “maybe” and took this time to circle your hips on him like you did on stage. What was all the talking for? Couldn’t he put it in and shush now?

Your ass looked delectable rubbing over his shaft, Hoseok guiding you on him again, just without the barrier of clothing. A droplet of rain hit the smooth expanse of your cheek, and Hoseok went ahead and gripped you open to take you before it started pouring.

With fingers pressed to your tailbone, he pushed inside slowly, and your tight warmth greedily sucked him in. His palm slipped to the hood of the car when he made it skin-to-skin with you, the sound of his erratic inhales on your ears. You could barely push him off with your fingertips to his stomach as you moaned, Hoseok moving your hand down to the hood and kissing the discomfort off of your tongue.

He knew he had the dirtiest curve to his cock that was already burning the heat inside of you.

“Fuck!” Your cry echoed against the concrete of the parking garage. The rockstar cussed right along with you as he held you tightly and thrusted. Your body went even more stiff at the intrusion and you gasped.

“Oh, c’mon, baby…” He smirked against your lips, his rigid torso warm on your back. “I know you can take it like this…”

It was that fucking curve that had you stepping into your tippy toes and clawing at the red paint of his luxury car with every drag of his hips. But it stung so good and deliciously scalded that you willingly bended into the arch he was coaxing.

You felt too tight and hot and wet around Hoseok that he didn’t want to be slow about this. It was obvious with how he was ramming into you fast and deep, far enough to feel it in your stomach. You started grinding back, whining at every skim his cock made against your walls and every spank he gave your ass to make it jiggle.

It didn’t matter that Mother Nature was finally beginning to weep. The dreary clouds expelled a steady drizzle that beaded on the curve in your spine and the space where you and Hoseok stood connected as he drilled into you wholeheartedly. If anything, the emergence of the thunderstorm pushed the rockstar to snap his dancer hips harder.

You gazed at him underneath your lashes and bit your lip as you caught his thrusts, Hoseok watching you take it and fuck back onto him, his fingers sliding up to grip your neck and down to rub your pierced clit.

“Gotta take you on tour with me more often,” he growled as he held your eyes. “Fly you out to dance with me on stage… then fuck you into a hotel bed. Shit—do whatever you wanna do in that city, too.”

You moaned when he angled your hips higher on his length, massaged your bundle of sensitive nerves in tighter circles. “Are you saying I could get anything I want with this ass, Jay?”

The rockstar was becoming fucked through. Pussy and ass like this could, “Yeah”, get anything that was wanted from him.

Especially when you could drown him in your essence, wiggle your hips a bit extra to get him to cum quickly behind you before you tapped out. He pulled out swiftly and came on your backside, wanting to fill you up so full but remembered he was already being irresponsible with company rules.

Hoseok greedily watched your orgasm roll down between your legs, wanting to latch his mouth back to that pierced clit of yours and get you to cum again. But the rain was starting to pelt the concrete of the parking garage. And he was supposed to be changing into non-conspicuous clothing for his departure of the festival…

He didn’t have enough time.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” You said. Hoseok hadn’t even gotten his dick back into his pants before you were pulling your skirt down and reaching for your damp tote bag perched up on the front wheel of the Ferrari.

“________.”

It made you stop in your tracks. But you didn’t want to hear anything that would piss you off.

“Just… Let me get back to the hotel, Jay.”

“No,” he said. “Can we talk about this before you walk away and stop picking up my calls until I need you for a set?”

Ouch. Confrontation.

“What is there to talk about?”

The rockstar unbelievably shook his head at you. “You. Us. Now.”

You scoffed, equally shocked at his words. “After you got to fuck me?”

It renders him speechless for a second as the rain falls quicker. Exactly… Why would he want to talk seriousness right after you became a liability? There was no us, not even with the long FaceTime calls and practice room conversations. Did he think you were going to kiss and tell the world?

The thought of having this fling kept a secret wasn’t an issue to you. He just shouldn’t act so caring of it now when before it was harmless fun.

So you started walking away again, but Hoseok didn’t let you get far. He chased after you, reeling you back by the hold on your arm. “Don’t take it that way. I’ve been struggling to talk to you before this.”

“It’s raining,” you tried to excuse yourself. “We can talk later.”

Hoseok pressed you up against the passenger door of the Ferrari and held you hostage by his hips. You were going to listen one way or another. “We can talk now.”

You dropped your tote bag back down and glared up at him, accepting that you had no choice but to drench in the rain and hear him out. “Fine, Jay.”

He sighed. “Look… I want to be with you outside of the studio and concerts and do all that shit, you know that. But, I’m busy. There hasn’t been any other time to talk about us, so I’m taking it here. You don’t make it any easier by ignoring my calls and only hitting me up to congratulate me on shit I don’t care about.”

You blinked through the raindrops clouding your lashes, ready to counter. “Because I don’t know what you want me to be. A groupie? A friends with benefits? A friend? Your signals are just as mixed. And all of a sudden you wanna clarify it?”

“Yeah, I do want to fucking clarify it,” he gritted his teeth. “This isn’t so I can have my cake and eat it, too. Not how you think. I try, really… But I can’t be in two places at once. I can’t be present for my fans and my music and you the same.”

“I’m not asking you to,” you said.

“No, but that’s the only way you’ll believe the shit coming out of my mouth,” he responded.

You exhaled the breath you didn’t know you had been holding. How had you avoided the elephant in the room for this long to no avail. He could see through your avoidance and passiveness the whole time, and it made you feel exposed. Anxious, despite his words.

“This is useless, Jay.”

The rockstar leaned in closer, his saturated hair beginning to drip down his face. “What makes it useless, ________? I’m being open with you about—this. Do I look like I’m joking or something?”

“No,” you responded. “It’s useless that you’re telling me why and why not. When it isn’t going to change anything. You’re busy and have bigger things to tend to… What is your point?”

Hoseok’s eyes went soft as he answered. “The point is that I’m trying. I’m trying, okay? I’m trying to spend time with you even if it’s over the phone. I’m trying to bring you with me on every leg of this tour. I’m trying—to keep you as near to me as I can without the media or the company in our damn business.”

You watched him, not knowing how to accept his confessions of effort towards whatever you both had going on. You didn’t want to admit that you were partly to blame for his failed attempts, because then you would have to face your humility and it’s effect on your perspective of yourself in Hoseok’s life.

Your deafening silence amongst the storm made him continue.

“Listen to me,” he mumbled, gazing at you. “I really want this. And you. When I’m done touring, I’ll show you.”

You wanted to believe him. But who were you fooling? When did he get real breaks from work? When was he ever not in the studio or on a promotional schedule? He was always busy… even resting up was a scheduled event. You wouldn’t have him for yourself. You weren’t needy, but it didn’t sound realistic in the slightest. You’d only have time for sex, like just then.

You spoke. “Jay, you don’t have to do that. Let’s leave it alone.”

“Us?” He asked, sighing and pressing your wet foreheads together. He didn’t want you to give up.

You nodded. “I was fine with going slow… It doesn’t complicate this.”

“We already complicated it by sneaking around. You want me to act like this didn’t happen?” He questioned. “With all the chemistry we have in the practice room? On stage? We tried to keep it professional. It didn’t stop us from getting here.

“You… don’t have to fight us on this. I’ll take care of it if shit hits the fan. Trust me.”

Hoseok made your heart beat so viscously that your throat burn, so dry that you couldn’t reject his devotion. He was indeed trying. He was being honest and holding out on you. You never doubted him, but you doubted together. Hearing that he didn’t, hurt.

It stung that you pushed him away. You didn’t want to deal with foolish feelings when the rockstar was so much bigger than this fling. You couldn’t blame yourself for stepping back and wanting to protect your peace and heart… But Hoseok had constantly given you his in the few ways you allowed him.

He didn’t view you how you viewed yourself—a moveable piece on his sets for decorative fun—and it ached your mind that you’d been lying to yourself the whole time. He didn’t deserve his passion to be twisted around by your own fragility. He deserved…

“Okay. I… I trust you.”

Your trust. All of it.

No one knew how long Hoseok had been waiting on you to say it, to give that to him. Except you, deep down. But it’s scary, right? What did he really owe back for that trust? He could throw you to the side whenever someone else he clicked with came around. Who were you to him but a badass dance partner or back-up dancer?

“My love,” he whispered shakily. He was still nose-to-nose, hip-to-hip with you. “Say it again.”

You nudged your nose with his as you met his eyes, swallowing your insecurities and doubt.

“I trust you, Jay.”

It seemed that he took a moment to process your words as the meaning flowed through the blood pumping behind his chest. You were putting your faith into him. After dodging this for months and trying to ward off the inevitable.

He had finally gotten you where you needed to be by playing his cards right, his words, his actions. He was going to hold onto that for as long as he could.

It made him grin that you said it aloud. Just for him. Even the thunderstorm wouldn’t let anyone else hear it.

The rockstar rubbed his nose against yours before tilting his head and tilting your chin to kiss you. There was no rush or lust in the way he brushed his mouth with yours. It was romantic, really. The soft sounds of kissing and groaning amidst the raging rain, suffocatingly breathing each other’s unspoken yet understood love in.

Hoseok pulled away briefly to gaze up at the sky, and you looked, too, the raindrops spiraling as they came down and plopped onto his cheeks. He was having a moment—no doubt the rainy night you first met with him privately after practice. Only now, he didn’t have an umbrella to offer to shield your cloud of hair, just the comfort of his quivering lips and his hands encircling your waist.

“One more time,” he said. “I can’t see you alone again until the next stop.”

“Jay—“ You tried to reason with him and how late you both would be getting back, but he was kissing down your neck and reaching for your leg to hoist on his hip. He pressed the excitement in his pants against your bare pussy, and you couldn’t stop yourself from begging him to pull it out.

Hoseok gave you another mind-blowing orgasm with his slower strokes, fingers pinching your pierced clit, and his teeth on your neck as he fucked you, trying to hold you up on his waist while his hand kept slipping on the wet roof of the car. Your orgasms came quicker, but it felt too fucking good to think about consequences in the middle of it.

“Ah, shiiittt,” Hoseok groaned, jaw clenching, rain droplets dripping off his curly hair and onto your face. You hadn’t noticed what was happening until you felt your and his pressure… Yet, you took it, eyes squeezing shut and your nails peeling the skin of his biceps.

The rockstar had lost it for a second. Foolishly risking a pregnancy and his whole career over a nut.

“You’re gonna trap me, honey girl,” he mumbled, his decision immediately irking him. But he honestly wouldn’t mind being trapped by you.

“I’m not like that, Jay,” you sighed out, sucking on the rain on the plump of his lips. “Trust me.”

Hoseok grinned the prettiest smile.

That smile was yours now.

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SOUR | JJK

PAIRING: Boxer Jungkook x Ballerina Reader

GENRE: ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, BOXER AU, DANCE, AU SMUT, FLUFF, ANGST

Words: 10k🥸

WARNINGS: abusive parents, drugs, making out, Jungkook breaking in again, cursing, they're complete opposites, cringe nicknames, ANNOYING fangirls, reader is insecure, polar opposites dynamics, emo boy Jk, inexperienced reader, bullying

SYNOPSIS:

In the world of boxing, Jeon Jungkook is the epitome of an ace with his tattoos and rippling muscles. You, however, are his opposite—a delicate presence. When told you're not his usual type, doubts arise. Are you truly meant for each other?

A/n: Hiiiiiii it's that time again! Hope you enjoy reading this update and please let me know what you think or if you have any ideas I could add in the future also just wanted to take a moment to say ty to each and every one of you who keeps coming back to read my lil stories or just discovering them for the first time whether you've been here for a while or are brand new on this blog! You're all welcome (as long as you're over 18 eep-) 🤍. Let's go feral over this Jungkook together in the asks <3.

Dressed in a black shirt and a pair of loose training shorts, Jungkook's muscles were prominent beneath the fabric as he made his way to the boxing area.

Theres sounds of gloves meeting punching bags through the place and loud music blasting over the speaker as the scent of sweat hang strongly in the air.

Frustration welled up within Jungkook as he caught a glimpse of his self-proclaimed fan club, who seemed to have found their way near the ring. He rolls his eyes.

A surge of annoyance coursed through his veins, and a quiet "fuck" slipped past his lips but is gaze quickly fixed on the boxing ring that stood at the center of the room like a trophy.

Jungkook was pumped to kick some serious ass today, eager to release all the emotions that had been swirling around in his head for the past few days. He was now dating you—the fucking girl of his dreams–what better way to celebrate, than by going all out and fucking up his opponents?

Jungkook had always been passionate about working out, pushing his body to its limits with hardcore training.

But there was something about boxing that ignited... excitement in him—a primal energy that had caught his complete attention.

It was more than just a way to get stronger for him– it was an opportunity to prove his strength, both physical and mentally testing his limits.

The sound of leather gloves connecting with the punching bags, the shouts of trainer Chan motivating his friends who came earlier than him today, all filled him with happiness, only thing that could make today better was you.

But there was no way he'd let you set foot in this place, not with all these sweaty men, weirdos, and the damn crazy fangirls swarming around

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook stepped onto the padded floor, the ring was his sanctuary, a space where he could let his true self shine.

He easily put on a pair of boxing gloves, tightening the straps around his wrists with practiced movements. The weight of the gloves was familiar, a reminder of the victories he had earned over the past years–Jungkook was this gyms–no–this cities pride whenit came to boxing.

Flexing his knuckles inside the gloves, he cracks his neck and looks at Namjoon, his friend and todays opponent.

"Good luck fucker" Jungkook joked earning a laugh from the small crowd that had formed around the ring–and this was just practise, when it came to an actual fight, people would pay thousands to see him go all in.

"You too kid"

With that, the bell rang, and the sounds of punches and grunts began.

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"Three, two, one... Three, two, one..." Mrs. Chuu acknowledges you with a nod as you flawlessly execute your choreography, just as you had rehearsed these past few weeks.

"And two, and three, and..." Mrs. Chuu furrows her brows, shaking her head. "You're going the wrong way, Y/n," she speaks firmly. "I can't understand why you consistently turn left instead of right." She shakes her head "Again."

You nod, regaining your composure, readjusting your skirt and foot placement, and gripping the ballet bar once more, your body was tense, but from the outside you looked as effortless and soft as possible.

After dedicating a solid seven hours to dancing today–with well-deserved breaks sprinkled in–it was no surprise that exhaustion was settling in.

You were used to this kind of exhaustion. It was like a routine for you, dancing for seven days a week. The only silver lining was that on Fridays, you got a sweet long break only having to be at the studio for 1 hour of stretching—a well-deserved rest day.

"Hey, focus, y/n!" Mrs. Chuus voice snaps you back to reality, making you bitebyour lip for getting caught daydreaming

Your mom was about to arrive any minute now, eager to see your progress. And to be honest, both you and Mrs. Chuu dreaded her arrival. She had this annoying trade to nitpick and find flaws in everything.

"She's gonna be all over you, judging your every move," she sighs, fully aware of what was about to go down.

Your mom's a known perfectionist and a pain in the ass, no doubt about it. "you have to nail this. There's no room for errors L/n" she scolds.

You give a nod, glancing at yourself in the mirror.

You adjust your pose, making sure everything is on point.

As the musiv starts, you immerse yourself in the flow of it, letting it guide your movements. The music fills the room, your body signaling you exactly what to do. You're in your zone now, giving it your best. It's like you and ballet are in perfect sync–one.

You steal a quick glance at Mrs. Chuu, who's watching you intently. She's got that poker face on, not giving anything away. But deep down, you know she's analyzing every step, every turn, every facial expression–maybe even if a strand of hair lays weird.

From the corner of your eye, you catch sight of your mom walking into the studio. She exchanges pleasantries with Mrs. Chuu before her gaze sets on you. Instantly, nerves kick in.

What if you stumble? What if you miss a step? Your mind starts wandering threatening to throw you off balance.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, there's a loud crash that sounds through the studio. You feel yourself losing balance, and before you know it, you're down on your knees, completely crashed on the floor.

The room falls silent, and you can practically feel the weight of your mom's disapproving gaze tearing you apart.

This is it. You're done for.

You brace yourself for the criticism that's about to rain down on you. She's never going to let you hear the end of it. Shit

Her voice breaks the silence. "Y/n L/n." You don't dare look up, too scared to meet her eyes.

"Not one thing can you do right."

You freeze, not surprised by her harsh comment. It feels like a punch to the gut, though, and your breath hitches. You've been working so hard, giving it your all, and now it feels like it's not enough.

You gather your strength, slowly lift your head, and meet her gaze head-on nodding and standing up again, fixing your outfit. "I'm sorry mom" you whisper close to tears, not of sadness, but of stress.

"I'm leaving. You're such an embarrassment," your mom's cutting words hang in the air as she actually walks out, not even bothering to apologize or offer any reassurance.

The embarrassment settles in, and you feel a wave of humiliation wash over you. Getting yelled at in front of Mrs. Chuu was beyond...uncomfortable

But before you have a chance to dwell on the situation, you feel a comforting hand on your shoulder. It's Mrs. Chuu, her presence bringing a sense of solace. She gives you a small smile.

"Everyone makes mistakes, y/n," she says gently, her voice reassuring. She walks over to your bag and gets your water, handing it to you. "Don't be too hard on yourself. You know how your mom can get. You don't have worry about what just happened."

You nod, grateful for her words of encouragement. Mrs. Chuu has always been there for you, not only as a dance instructor but also as someone who understands the relationship between you and your family and the pressures that come with it.

"Thanks, Mrs. Chuu," you say giving her a sad smile.

-

Kook🩷: how's my girls day going?

Today 5pm

A soft smile forms across your face as you read the text message on your phone, causing a faint blush to colour your cheeks. Sitting on the studio floor, with Mrs. Chuu is already gone. You find yourself lost in the moment, thinking of when you would see Jungkook, your boyfriend, again.

"If you only knew, Kookie..." you whisper to yourself, a sad shine in your eyes, and with a quick press of your fingers on the screen, you type out a response tilting your head.

With newfound energy, you gather your belongings and make your way out the studio.

You: good, Im heading home right now. How was yours?

Today 5:07 pm

Jungkook's brows furrow as he looks down at his phone, his expression shifting into a frown. "Good? Just good?" he mutters under his breath, a sense of confusion creeping in. It didn't add up. He was used to receiving a "very good!" or "amazing."

The simplicity of "good" left him feeling unsettled. Something must be off with yoy. Maybe you were just tired, he tried to convince himself, shaking away the negative thoughts.

Just as he's about to lock his phone, determined to put it out of his mind, a girl, Wendy, interrupts his train of thought with a god awful smile. "Jungkookie, we're all going out for drinks. Will you join us?" she asks, her voice carrying a hint of eagerness.

"No," Jungkook responds abruptly, dismissing her invitation. He swiftly grabs his bag, ready to make his exit. However, Wendy insists, stopping him. Annoyed, he glances back at her, his eyes basically telling her to fuck off already.

"But why not? You did such a great job today," Wendy chirps, her voice slowly getting on his nerves "it's on me!"

There's something about her overly cheery demeanour that rubs him the wrong way. Her piercings and tattoos may give off a rebellious vibe, but Jungkook can see through the facade. She's one of those manipulative bullies who always gets what she wants. He knows she's after him, and he hates the thought of him being with someone other than you.

"I'm going home," Jungkook states firmly, repeating his decision, tone leaving no room for negotiation.

"Who's got you by the balls, huh?" Wendy's real demeanor shines through, but Jungkook isn't fazed. He's seen this side of her before.

She had pushed her limits in the past, causing trouble that led to her being kicked out. This gym is not her personal Tinder playground, where she can just stroll in and pick whoever catches her fancy in the moment.

He meets her gaze with a firm expression, his voice laced with anger. "You wanna get kicked out of here again?" he questions, his tone carrying a warning. He knows exactly what she wants from him.

Wendy smirks, her lips forming an enticing pout. "So you know what I want," she sing-songs taking a step closer to him. "Then why don't you give it to me?" Her voice drips with suggestion, her fingers lightly grazing his chest. It's a calculated move and he knows.

Jungkook's expression hardens as he pushes her away, "Back the fuck off, Wendy. Find someone else to fulfill your needy desires. I'm not down," he growls scanning her from head to toe, already reaching for a cigarette to light up once he's outside the building.

What a fucking day

"Get the fuck off my back," he rolls his eyes, dismissing her presence as he confidently walks away.

"Aish" Wendy is left huffing and stomping her feet in frustration, making her way back to her clique.

-

"...I'm feeling lonely..." you sing, playfully belting out the lyrics to a catchy new song while rummaging through your wardrobe.

It was that time of year again—time to declutter and donate some of your clothes. You realize you've accumulated way too many pieces, and it's always a good feeling to give to those who needed it more. This has become a bit of a tradition for you.

As you're completely engrossed in what you're doing, dancing to the beat of your favourite music–knock

Out of nowhere, there's an unexpected knock on your window that jolts you right out of your daydreamjng. You quickly hit pause on your playlist, and with a hint of curiosity, you cautiously look around "what on earth...?" Walking back into your room making eye contact with none other than the one and only Jeon Jungkook, standing on your balcony once again like he owns the place.

You can't help but feel a mix of excitement and panic. Like, damn, how does this guy manage to pop up at the most unexpected moments? He's like a master of surprises. Your master of surprises.

As you lock eyes with Jungkook, a grin stretches across his face, and you can practically see the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Is this going to be a regular thing now?" you teasingly ask, opening the window and letting him in, Jungkook adjusts his shirt, his expression back to a smile. Hed once again climbed the tree in front of your window just to see you.

"It's the only way I get to see you. Should I start knocking on your door instead?" he playfully retorts, leaning in for a quick "hello" kiss and the surprise of his spontaneous affection leaves you momentarily stunned, your breath hitching at his unexpected gesture.

"I-I was just cleaning out my closet, though... I don't know if that's so interesting for you," you say, walking back to your walk-in closet and settling back down on the floor amidst the pile of clothes.

"I'll help you," Jungkook smirks, joining you and holding up a cute pink top that you hadn't worn in months. He gazes at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Try this on for me," he suggests, passing you the shirt.

It was a cute shirt, you remember wearing it for practise once or twice.

"You want me to try this on?" you ask, raising an eyebrow at Jungkook as he holds up the cute pink top. A mischievous glint dances in his eyes, and you can tell he's up to something.

Jungkook smirks, his teasing nature in full bloom tonight. "I just want to see how it looks on you," he replies, shrugging. But Jungkook knew what he was doing.

"Well, if you're that eager to see me in this shirt, who am I to deny you the pleasure?" you tease, talking like one of those girls you went to rpivate school with.

Taking the top from him you head to the bathroom to change making Jungkook poke the inside of his cheek.

As you slip into the pink top, you notice that it fits in all the right places. It looks perfectly fjne, accentuating your figure, and you can't deny that it looks great on you. A smile spreads across your face.

Walking back to where Jungkook is waiting, you strike a playful stupid pose, "So, what do you think sir? Does it pass the test?" you ask, twirling slightly to show off the shirt.

Jungkook's eyes widen as he takes in your appearance, clearly impressed by how the shirt enhances your...boo-chest. He smirks, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he responds. "You look cute," he admits, his voice filled with genuine adoration.

You feel a warm blush creeping up your cheeks, flattered by his compliment. "Well, I guess this shirt is a keeper then," you say, getting shy again.

"It's not just the shirt, sugar. It's you. You make everything look incredible," he says, his voice laced with affection.

A smile tugs at your lips, and you reach out to gently brush your fingers against his cheek. "You always know how to make me feel special," you whisper, staring into his dark eyes "I really like you Jungkook" you confess, brushing a stray strand of hair back behind his ear.

"I like you even more," he smirks, playfully pulling you onto his lap "A lot more," he teases, causing you to lightly hit his chest and pout in response.

"So, what exactly are you doing here? You know it's risky, Jungkook... my parents..." you say, biting your lip and sitting up straighter, suddenly realizing the seriousness of the situation.

"Well, we'll be fine, sugar. Just be quiet," he reassures you with a smile.

Your eyes widen in disbelief. "Me? Quiet? It's my room!" you complain, shaking your head. "I don't care if they hear me, but seriously, my mom heard you last time. I still can't believe I managed to convince her that there was no one here."

"Because you're my smart girl," he says, raising his eyebrows and playfully pinching your arms. "You're tougher than you look."

You let out a silent sigh, trying to make him understand the seriousnes of the situation.

Taking another piece of clothing from the pile and analyzing it, Jungkook shrugs, saying, "I'm just here because I was bored at home. Can't a boyfriend visit his girlfriend in peace?"

With another playful tap on his chest, you exclaim, "It would be so freaking adorable if my parents wouldn't go all crazy and ruin my life if they found out about us." Frustration lingers in the air as you mindlessly toss the skirt into your "give away" bag, silently hoping to finish decluttering by tonight.

"Seriously, Kookie," you hiff, biting your lip in concern. "Can't you give me a heads-up when you're planning to swing by? It's not always just me in my room, you know." You look at him, your eyes worried.

Jungkook can't help but let out a hearty laugh at your plea, pinching your cheek affectionately. "Kookie, huh? I kinda like that nickname," he admits, before clearing his throat "only from you thoigh, of course"

"Kook..."

Leaning in closer, he whispers, "Alright, alright, I promise I'll try to give you a heads-up next time, sugar," he starts "but you gotta admit, the surprise makes it more thrilling." He smirks, fully aware of the effect he has on you.

You roll your eyes, hitting his arm. "Thrilling, huh? Well, it's not so thrilling when I'm on the verge of a panic attack every time you appear out of thin air." You try to sound annoyed, but a smile tugs at the corners of your lips when you look at him. "Poof" you imitate with your hands "like that"

"I'm sorry, sugar. I didn't mean to scare you. I just can't stop thinking about you, i have to see you, even if it means risking your parents' wrath." He plants a soft kiss on your forehead, his tone still teasing

You melt into his embrace, "I know, Kookie. I can't stop thinking aboutyou either...," you admit, burying your face in his hard chest. "Just... let's try to be a bit more cautious, okay?."

He holds you tighter, "Absolutely, if that's what my pretty girl wants."

In that moment, as you nestle in his arms, you sigh "this is nice, I never got why people hugged so much until now" you smile kissing his nose. "Let's get this done yeah?" You say pointing to the pile of clothes, Jungkook sighing dramatically. "It's so much..."

-

The walk-in closet is an absolute mess it's bursting at the seams with pants, skirts, and shoes. It's like a fashion explosion in here if you were honest.

And right in the middle of all that fashion shit, you find yourself tangled up with Jungkook, his lips eagerly meeting yours and creating audible smacking noises.

What started as a simple decluttering mission has quickly escalated into a full-blown make-out session.

"Wait," you manage to breathe out, lightly tapping his shoulder. "How do people make out for hours on end?" You take a moment to catch your breath, wiping off some of your lipgloss from Jungkook's smirking lips.

"I don't know, never really cared," he nonchalantly shrugs, gripping your waist as you sit on his lap, ready for another round of kissing. But you put a stop to it.

"No, seriously," you insist, "Have you seen those movies? It's insane how they can keep it up for so long!" You start to rant, but Jungkook interrupts you once again.

"Sugar, you're my girlfriend, but respectfully, shut up and kiss me," he playfully bumps his nose against yours. "You're such an interesting girl, you know that?"

"Wow, I'll just take that as a compliment," you say, raising an eyebrow and pursing your lips playfully. Glancing at the clock, which annoyingly showed 11pm, you let out a sigh of frustration. Time was slipping away, and there was still so much left to do.

As you pondered, Jungkook leaned in, his big hand gently squeezing your hip and pulling you closer "Kiss me again." A mischievous smirk played on his lips as he licked them suggestively.

Caught off guard, you bite your lip, glancing around the room. There was still a lot to be done–it far from complete. But, after a moment of consideration, you give in to the temptation.

Okay, fine. Just a bit more You think to yourself.

With a hushed whisper, you let your agreement slip, your voice shy.

Despite the nagging voice in the back of your mind reminding you of the unfinished decluttering, you cave, after all, a little more fun couldn't hurt, right?

Jungkook's lips connected back to yours, and you could feel the intensity of his kiss as his skilled tongue left you breathless. His hands roamed around your body, but always with a respectful touch, only grazing your waist or arm.

With gentle pecks, he playfully nudged his nose against yours, provoking a shy giggle. It felt surreal, as if he couldn't possibly be real.

After a moment, he broke the intimate silence, his voice slightly husky as he asked you, "Hey sugar."

You responded by leaning your head against his hard chest, finding comfort in his embrace.

As you relaxed in his arms, he asked, "Did anything... happen today?" His tone grew more serious, and he cleared his throat, sitting up straighter.

"What? Why do you ask?" confusion formed across your forehead as you furrowed your brows, wondering why he was bringing this up.

He sighed softly, his fingers playing with a stray strand of your hair. "Just because your text seemed a bit off when I asked you about your day earlier" he explained, his eyes searching yours.

Your lips instinctively pressed together as you bit down on them, deep in thought, reflecting on the events of thsi afternoon.

"Everything was fine." you glance at Jungkook, offering a shrug, it was a lie, but you didn't want to burden him with the truthful details of your mom completely losing it.

Jungkook wasn't stupid, and he could tell when you were lying. "Aish" He let out a soft sigh, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek as he tilted your head up to meet his gaze. "Why don't you want to tell me?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

The soft touch and the way he looked at you made you squirm uncomfortably. You were so used to people not caring about your problems that it felt strange for Jungkook to actually be interested. Did he truly care, or was he just asking out of obligation as your boyfriend? The doubt crept into your mind, leaving you questioning his intentions.

"It's not a big deal," you shrugged, trying to downplay the situation. But, deep down, you knew it bothered you.

Unconsciously, you pulled away slightly, creating a small distance between the two of you.

Jungkook noticed your this and sighed, using his strong arms and pulling you back in.

He leaned in, his lips gently brushing against the side of yours in a tender, affectionate kiss. "It's a big deal if it makes you sad, sugar," he admitted.

Still hesitant, you shrugged again, as if trying to convince both him and yourself. "I messed up at practice today," you finally admitted, your voice frustrated.

"But see, it's not a big deal. It just annoys me," you added, your agitation becoming apparent. You were trying to maintain your independence and not burden him with your struggles, but deep down, you longed for his understanding and support. For comfort.

"Yeah, I get that," Jungkook sighed, leaning his head back against the couch behind him. His eyes scanned your figure, taking in your body language. "I feel the same way sometimes when I lose fights or make mistakes. It's frustrating, but I guess there's nothing we can do about it, huh?" He chuckled lightly, playfully poking your cheek.

"You're incredibly talented, sugar," he stated, his voice sincere and encouraging. "Don't let one slip-up fuck up your mood. Everyone has their off days. It doesn't define you."

He shifted his attention to the chaotic scene of the closet, where piles of clothes were still scattered on the floor. A mischievous grin appeared on his face as he surveyed the mess. "Let's finish this, huh?"

-

"You're in a good mood, Jeon," Chan his trainer, noticed, playfully hitting his side with the boxing glove on his hand. "Finally got laid?" he joked, trying to provoke a reaction, which earned him an even harder hit from Jungkook.

"Fuck off, man. Not everything always has to be about sex," Jungkook scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Wow, Jeon Jungkook not thinking about sex? What happened to you, man?" Chan couldn't help but laugh at Jungkook's response.

However, he quickly let it go, glancing down at his watch. "It's 5pm already. Do you want to do one more match, or should we call it a day?" he asked, giving Jungkook the option to decide.

A mischievous smirk spread across Jungkook's face as he pondered the question. "Let me beat you up one more time," he replied with a harsh glint in his eyes. He was eager for another round, ready to release his pent-up energy in the ring.

"Damn, just look at him" Wendy lets out a sigh, absentmindedly toying with her lipring as she fixates her gaze on Jungkook's intense fight in the ring. The way his muscles ripple beneath that shirt of his with each punch he delivers is straight-up sexy.

"I mean, seriously, he's smoking hot," another girl chimes in, unable to resist biting her lip and shooting heart-eyed glances in his direction.

Lisa, shakes her head disapprovingly and takes a sip of her soda, "Come on, guys, get real." She rolls her eyes at the infatuated girls, knowing all too well that they're letting their imaginations run wild.

"You're all living in a fantasy world," she scoffs. "Let's be honest here, he's way out of your leagues. That guy probably has biker girls lining up for him, not just groupies like you." She laughs

The girls stand stunned into silence, their jaws practically hitting the floor exchanging bewildered glances "she's such a bitch," the girls mumble in unison as they turn on their heels and walk away, clearly annoyed by Lisa's remarks.

Meanwhile, Lisa can't help but chuckle mischievously, thoroughly enjoying the reaction playfully bumping fists with her girlfriend Jihyo.

"You know, babe, I love it when you drop those truth bombs," Jihyo laughs, planting a tender kiss on lisas cheek.

As their attention returns to the scene unfolding in the ring, Lisa's curiosity gets the best of her "Hey, do you think our dear Kook has a girl hiding that he's not telling us about?"

Jihyo ponders the question, her eyes fixed on Jungkook as he throws punches. "It's definitely a possibility," she responds, shrugging nonchalantly. "I mean, he's been leaving practice early lately, and he even canceled plans with us a few times. Something's up."

Lisa nods, her intrigue growing. "Hmm, interesting. Can't blame him though. If he's that committed to her, she must be someone special—definetly a keeper."

"Alright, alright, you win," Chan spits out, visibly frustrated, as he yanks off his gloves and tosses them aside.

"Didn't you tell me not to overreact when I lose? Yet here you are, Mr. Condescending," Jungkook laughs sarcastically.

He takes a swig of water, relishing in the victory. Disregarding the empty bottle, he casually tosses it into the nearby trash can.

"Fuck ofd" chan rolls his eyes

"Hey, I'm just keeping you on your toes," Jungkook retorts playfully

Chan stares at him, growling something as he walks towards the changing rooms, slamming the door leaving Jungkook behind, a smirk playing on his lips.

Spotting his friend Namjoon nearby, he can't resist extending a victorious fistbump. "Man, winning against our coach? Good job, man!" Namjoon chuckles, the amusement between them evident.

"Fuck yeah, m really showed him who's boss," Jungkook replies, giving Joon a nudge

Casually reaching into his pocket, Jungkook pulls out a cigarette and lights it up with a flick of his lighter. He takes a drag, exhaling a plume of smoke, and then looks at Joon with a raised eyebrow. "You smoking?" he asks, nodding towards the exit inviting him for a quick smoke break.

Joon shakes his head, a hint of resignation in his expression. "Nah, man. I quit. You know how Jinny always bugs me about it," he replies, shrugging his shoulders. He glances at the cigarette dangling between Jungkook's fingers.

"Fair enough," Jungkook responds, taking another drag from his cigarette before flicking the ash away.

As Joon starts to walk away, he rememberes something, prompting him to halt in his tracks "Hey, by the way," he interjects, his voice calm. "When were you planning to let me in on the secret that you've got a girl at home?"

Jungkook's eyes widen, caught off guard by Joon's question. "How'd you dind out?" he asks, his tone filled with curiosity.

Joon smirks, raising an eyebrow "Saw a text message from 'sugar' on your phone earlier," he says.

Jungkook's surprise transforms into a faint smile, a hint of a smile breaking through his tough exterior. "Well, you caught me," he admits.

"As long as you're happy, man," Joon adds, his tone softening. "You seem calmer lately. Must be good for you."

"Mh" Jungkook hums taking another drag

"Gotta go now, see you tomorrow," Jungkook says casually, walking over to his bike and putting on his helmet.

Unbeknownst to him, Wendy and Irene, overhear his words and exchange mischievous glances.

"Did you hear that?" Wendy gasps, her eyes widening with excitement. "A girl? Jeon Jungkook's got a girlfriend!" Her voice is filled with surprise and a hint of jealousy.

"No way," Irene scoffs, crossing her arms and smirking. "Must be some girl for Jungkook to actually commit." She takes a final puff of her cigarette, casually blowing the smoke into the air.

"Right? Seriously, though, which girl hasn't he fucked?" Wendy scoffs, dramatically rolling her eyes. Irene, unfazed, simply shrugs saying "you" earning herself a playful punch in the ribs from Wendy.

"Not yet," Wendy grins mischievously. "Trust me, he'll give in eventually. Girlfriend or not, mark my words." She smirks confidently, swiping her friend's cigarette and taking a drag for herself.

"Okay, whatever," Irene sighs, her eyes rolling in annoyance. "I've got to go pick up my little sis from ballet class now. Catch you later, loser."

-

"One, two, three One, two, three" Mrs. Chuu's voice fills the dance studio, her words sounding over the music. She stands at the front, conducting the ballet class with a keen eye. "Amazing, girls, Keep it up!" she encourages.

Moving carefully, she begins to make her way around the room, inspecting each girl's posture and offering corrections.

"Joy, straighten up, my dear," Mrs. Chuu advises gently, her voice carrying a tone of guidance.

Turning her attention to Mina, Mrs. Chuu raises her voice slightly to be heard over the music. "Not too fast, Mina," she advises.

As Mrs. Chuu walks by Sana, she notices a slight tension in the girl's expression. "Watch your facial expression, Sana," she reminds her.

Then, Mrs. Chuu's gaze falls upon you, "Y/n." Her experienced eyes scan your form from head to toe, evaluating your progress. "You're doing good," she remarks, her words accompanied by a warm smile.

-

Slipping off your worn-out ballet shoes, you let out a heavy sigh, relieved that today's ballet practice was a group session rather than an intense solo session with Mrs. Chuu. Although the pressure seemed somewhat alleviated during group rehearsals, you couldn't deny the exhaustion that rushes through your body.

As you gather your breath, a friendly voice interrupts your thoughts. "Hey, Y/n, can I borrow a pen?" It's Joy, a girl from your class who was around the same age as you.

You respond with a nod, returning her smile. "Sure, Here you go," you say, retrieving a pen from your bag and handing it over.

Taking a moment to catch your breath and stretch your tired muscles, you look at yourself in the mirror, checking your hair and makeup, you were seeing Jungkook after this after all.

A few more moments pass and there's only you and Joy left in the studio, you give her a small smile and type on your phone while she does the same

You: I'm done with practise now, beach later?☺️

Today 6pm

Kookie🩷: can't, im a bit far

Today 6pm

You frown "oh" pouting you type an okay, turning off your phone and gathering your things to head home.

As you lift your gaze, ready to head out, you nearly let out a surprised scream when you spot Jungkook casually leaning against the door of the studio, as if he owns the place.

Your eyes dart towards Joy, still engrossed in her phone, oblivious to the presence of the leather-clad man standing at the entrance.

With wide eyes and a racing heart, you quickly make your way towards the door, feeling a surge of panic.

Without uttering a single word, you grab Jungkook's wrist and guide him into the nearby janitor's room for more privacy and safety from any prying eyes.

"What are you doing here, Jungkook?" you whisper with concern, "You're practically begging to get me into trouble at this point," you add

Jungkook smirks in response, his gaze fixed on you. "Chill, sugar. No one saw me," he reassures leaning in, his intention clear as he moves in for a kiss, but you instinctively stop him, your hand placed firmly against his chest.

"Yet," you scoff, a note of panic creeping into your voice. "No one saw you yet," you repeat, emphasizing the word 'yet'.

Jungkook's smirk fades slightly, "Okay, okay," his tone shifts to a more serious one. "I'll be more careful. I didn't mean to worry you," his voice softened.

Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you glance at the door, "We should go back before someone notices," you suggest, grabbing his wrist

"Sugar," Jungkook stops you, tilting his head with a raised brow. "Did I ever tell you that you look cute when you're upset?" His comment manages to both annoy and make you blush.

As he tilts your chin up, his lips meet yours in a gentle kiss, causing your pout to fade away almost instantly. It's hard to stay mad at him for too long.

But reality quickly sets back in, and you regain your serious tone. "We really have to leave," you insist, taking his hand once again, ready to make an exit.

However, he stops you in your tracks with a tilded head

A smirk plays on Jungkook's lips as he raises an eyebrow suggestively. "ever made out in a janitor's closet?" He steps closer, pulling you towards him,

You can't help but blush at his question, a mixture of surprise and curiosity bubbling inside you.

His boldness always catches you off guard. But as tempting as the idea sounds, you try to maintain your compostire, aware of the potential consequences. "Jungkook, we can't just-"

Before you can finish your sentence, his lips find yours once again, interrupting your protests with a kiss. In that moment, all rationality drifsts away as desire takes over.

Eventually, the need for air pulls you both back to reality, as you catch your breath, a small smirk tugs at the corners of Jungkook's lips. "See? Sometimes it's worth taking a little risk," he whispers with satisfaction.

"You're impossible," you mutter, unable to hide the smile on your face.

Irene's heels echoed through the studio, the sharp clacking sounds against the polished marble floor. She nonchalantly popped a gum bubble, her eyes scanning the various rooms in search of the right one. Spotting her sister, Joy, engrossed in her phone, Irene let out a small sigh.

"Yo, sis! Let's bounce. I've got a dick appointment lined up once I drop you off," she muttered, jingling the keys in her hand and waiting for her sister to join her.

Joy frowned, tucking her phone into her pocket and grabbing her bag. "Wait, I thought Mom was picking me up," she said, confusion on her face as she walked towards her sister.

Irene rolled her eyes, the corners of her mouth curling into a sarcastic smile. "Change of plans, i guess," she replied dismissively, eyeing Joy from head to toe. "Nice tutu," she scoffed before strutting off, not bothering to wait for Joy to catch up.

Bit irene's jaw practically hits the floor when she catches sight of Jungkook strolling around the corner, hand in hand with someone whos outfit looks very familiar to her sisters.

Her eyebrows shoot up, and she quickens her pace, determined to catch up with you. With a stupid smirk, she grabs hold of Jungkook's wrists and teases, "Jungkookie, how adorable! So, you're picking up your sister too?"

Chewing her gum with a playful grin, Irene looks up at Jungkook, seemingly unfazed by his intimidating presence.

Meanwhile, your eyes meet Joy's, both of you wearing puzzled expressions, before shifting your gaze back to Irene, who still has her hand on your boyfriend's.

"You're Joy's sister?" you inquire, offering a friendly smile to Irene, hoping to clear up the tension. However, instead of a warm response, you receive a judging glare from her. "Yeah, whatever," she mutters dismissively.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, clearly unimpressed by Irene's behavior, and scans her from head to toe, taking in her shabby outfit.

"Oh? So, she's your cousin then?" Irene continues her interrogation

Quickly correcting her assumption, you speaknup with a bright smile, "No, actually, Jungkook is my boyfriend." The words slip out confidently

Irene momentarily stops chewing her gum, her eyes judging your appearance from head to toe. With a burst of laughter, she mocks, "That's the girl? Seriously? You've been leaving practice early for... her?" The sound of her laughter makes your brows furrow in confusion.

What was wrong with the way you looked?

"Irene, enough," Jungkook interrupts, his voice dripping with anger. He tightens his grip on your hand, his face agitated.

Without wasting another moment, he starts walking out, with you hand in hand, slamming the entrance door shut behind him with you.

As you step outside, the fresh air hits your face. Jungkook squeezes your hand reassuringly, breaking the silence. "Don't pay attention to her," he says, his voice soft yet determined, as if trying to shield you from Irene's hurtful words.

Before you can even gather your thoughts, you find yourself about to ask what the actual fuck just happened, but his words stop you in your tracks.

"She's one of the girls that goes to my gym, don't mind her, I've never-" he starts "I didn't have sex with her or anything" he finishes, "I promise."

You nod slowly, your lower lip involuntarily pouting as you stare at the ground. "Why was she so mean to me?" you murmur, feeling a wave of hurt wash over you.

In that moment, you release Jungkook's hand, your fingers no longer intertwined with his.

Jungkook lets out a sigh, his expression softening as he reaches up to brush away a stray strand of hair from your face. "Irene's friend has been trying to make a move on me," he explains, his voice tinged with frustration. He then cups your chin gently, lifting your gaze to meet his. "But you know I would never cheat on you, right?" he asks earnestly, his eyes searching for yours.

You take a moment to absorb his words, looking into his eyes. "Of course I know that, Kookie. I trust you completely. It was just... very sudden." Your words are laced with irritation, as you remind yourself that Irene's words should mean anything to you

Feeling a sense of relief, Jungkook pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you like he always did. "Shes a mean girl" he murmurs, his voice filled with spite. "I'm sorry you had to go throug that, that's the reason I don't... I don't mention you around the gym, the poeple there... they can be harsh" he admits poking your rib to cheer you up.

"Please, don't ever think I'm damn embarrassed of you or anything like that," Jungkook says, his voice filled with sincerity. He steps back slightly, his eyes locked onto yours, his gaze unwavering. "You're my girl, and I'm gonna do whatever it takes to keep you safe and sound."

His words wash over you, and a small smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you take in the sincerity behind his words. The weight on your shoulders seems to lighten just likebthat.

Wrapping your arms around Jungkook, you lean into his embrace, resting your head against his chest. "I know"

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