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blue hour | kth ✓

❍ pairing | taehyung × reader

❍ genre/warnings | strangers to something to ???, one night stand au, pov switch (just one at the end), porn with little to no plot, mentions of infidelity, alcohol consumption, consensual drunk sex, angst, smut, they make out in the elevator and in the hallway pls, a bit of dry humping, oral (m. & f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), sex against the wall, creampie, protected sex, this may or may not be the only time they meet *wink*, cliffhanger ending *chef's kiss.*

❍ word count | 5.8k

❍ glimpse | when you realize how truly alone you were, you find yourself in the blue hour bar where fellow lonely souls came to temporarily forget.

or alternatively, you meet a man in the blue hour, and you get sixty minutes of pure bliss — no more loneliness. moreover, no strings attached. just the two of you wrapped around with each other's warmth.

"Are you with someone?"

"Are you mocking me?"

The man who sat on a stool beside you, orders a martini from the bartender, who you had been chatting with in the past hour only for her to get occupied by none other than the latest comer.

Swirling your drink lazily, you don't bother to spare a glance at him. He thanks the bartender, and you heed of his voice that is gravelly and velvety at the same time.

Was it possible to have such combination?

Tsking, you take a sip of your champagne, unwittingly catching the attention of the man you wanted to stay unaware of.

"You tsked at me," he points out the obvious.

"And what about it?" you sass back. "We're even now."

He chuckles, the low sound of his tone rich and honeyed you start to ponder if the alcohol's effect had begun taking over your senses.

"Why are you snappish at such an early hour?"

"Have you read the sign before entering? It says Blue Hour—" Finally turning your head to take a glimpse of the owner of sultry voice, you don't expect to see an ethereal man, in all his glory — sporting a white button up, black trousers, rings littered around a few of his fingers, to be looking back at you.

And the highlight of all is his dashingly striking blue hair, which he effortlessly pulls off.

"—it's where lonely people come to. Blue hour is any hour," you finish nonchalantly, mentally patting yourself in the back for maintaining an indifferent composure.

You blame it on the alcohol.

He flicks his wrist lightly, the liquor causing moist around the outside of the glass. Lips curling upwards, he leans forward slightly. And you curse yourself for not retracting.

"Peculiar way to propose, but alright." He smiles at you unabashed, swiveling his stool to face back at the bar.

Cocking an eyebrow, you were about to retort when he signals the bartender to come.

"The finest one for the lady here."

You straighten up your back. "You don't have to—"

"Don't listen to her."

You shoot daggers at the blue-haired male. "Excuse me?"

The bartender, having witnessed the exchange between you, chortles. She takes the card that the man hands him, slotting it inside the terminal before flicking her gaze to you.

"Loosen up, babe," she says. "You're here to have fun. Let the handsome man buy you a drink."

Scowling, you roll your eyes and vie, "I've already bought one."

"Still," this time, the man insists, "One drink isn't enough. And besides, what have I, a mere stranger, done to absolutely piss the fuck out of you, yeah?"

You weren't supposed to shiver at his words yet you did. Yeah, right. Mere. A mere curse word is all it takes for you to almost crumble right there and then. Almost.

He had a point though. Why were you even so curt?

The man indeed was undeniably attractive. His voice sounding so velvety with words seamlessly tumbling out of his oh so soft-looking lips. It's weird that you found his cursing alluring.

Maybe it's that fact. The fact that you're finding a complete stranger attractive. And you hate how you were so easy to be bewitched.

Exhaling a deep breath, you down the rest of your cocktail, the newly ordered one smoothly sliding to your line of sight.

"Enjoy the night, folks." The bartender winks at you then takes her cue, leaving the two of you alone.

"So... are you going to answer my question or would you rather keep staring at me?"

His question pulls you out of your stupor. You widen your eyes, scoffing, don't make a move to touch the drink he bought you.

"I wasn't staring," you deny, retorting. "I was thinking."

"Yeah?" He scoots closer on his seat you think he's about to fall off the edge.

The distance diminishes, somehow you're closer than the borderline, but still so far away from each other's grasp. It's the rubbers beneath the stools are what're preventing your skins to touch.

"A penny for your thoughts?" he rasps out.

Fuck it.

"I'm thinking about how I loathe your face right now," you flatly say. "It's getting on my nerves."

The man laughs — like actually laughs. Because he throws his head back, melodic notes tumbling out of his lips. You control the urge to slam it against yours.

"Should I be flattered?" he asks, amusement glinting in his chocolate irises.

You can't help but crack a smile as well, the edges of your lips lifting the tiniest bit as you purposely, slowly wrap your fingers around the wine glass and take a sip from it whilst maintaining the eye contact with him.

You take heed of his adam's apple bobbing up and down before flitting your eyes back to meet with his. They're now a tint darker than earlier, it makes you feel something funny bubbling in your stomach.

It's you who break the eye contact and the silence, placing the glass back down on the bar.

"So," you start. "What's your story? Why is such a fine man like you in a pub of lonely souls?"

He peers at you from the rim of his glass, licking his lips before he answers your question, small smile painting his features.

"Have you heard of Vante Magazine?"

Eyes widening, you gasp and gawk. "No way, you're one of their models?"

The man doesn't seem to be as enthusiastic as you are, but nonetheless, he nods. Albeit it doesn't reach his eyes, he retains his soft smile. "Yeah, but I've recently become one of theirs. So, that's why I'm not surprised if a lot of people don't recognize me yet."

"Wait, so are you moping because you're not famous?" you blurt out the question before you even realize. Instantly, regret swallows you.

However, you can't and don't take it back anymore because the man emits a chuckle, neither bitter now sweet.

"No. It's more of the opposite actually," he says. You don't reply to that, wordlessly ushering him to continue. "I'm well-known back in my workplace. It's fun, really. I talk to a lot of my colleagues. But, it's hard to tell who's real and who's not."

At this, the guilt fully consumes you. "Sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. I don't know why I said that."

He smiles at you, and this time, it's a genuine one. "You're fine, really."

A comfortable silence engulfs on the two of you. As you process his words, it's him who breaks the silence.

"What's yours?"

"Huh?" you dumbly say.

He rolls his eyes playfully. "Your story, silly."

"Right," you say, taking a sip from your drink, moistening your suddenly parched throat. Placing the glass back down, you don't speak yet he patiently waits for you, sharp eyes piercing through the side of your head.

"I think I had a break up with my friends."

One of his eyebrows raises, but he doesn't speak, granting you the spotlight.

Releasing a shaky breath, you opt to fiddle with the perspiration that had formed around your glass, seeking soothe on the frostiness. "There was this one guy I dated two years ago. He was in the same circle of friends as I, so we instantly clicked. And, you know those videos on Tiktok where they warn you to never date one of your friends?"

When he nods, you scoff not to him but to yourself. "Two years ago me would've said it was bull. But now, not so much. Truth behold, we never worked out because he cheated — his dumb excuse being because I didn't give him as much as attention as before. Well, it's not my damn fault that I'm ambitious and he isn't."

At this point, you were already telling your story with hand gestures and facial expressions, but he doesn't interrupt you once. So, you allow yourself to get carried away, share something personal to a stranger.

"All of our friends knew that. Why wouldn't they? When everything was happening right under their noses. They got extremely angry at him." You pause and prop your elbow on the bar, temple resting on one of your fists. You sigh before continuing in a much more passive tone.

"But when the issue died down, one month ago, I found out that they had a hangout with him — my ex. They all looked so happy in the photos they posted. And... I was just so confused because I thought they were supposed to hate him. I know they're aware of it because they never invited me in the first place..." Exhaling, you refrain your voice from quivering. "I ghosted all of them — didn't know how to face them after what happened."

Supposedly taking a small sip from your drink, you gulp everything down in one go. Albeit it tasted sweet, the acid leaves a burning sensation down your throat.

"You don't owe them an explanation."

You're surprised to hear his input, head turning to face him. He has a frown etched in his features that you badly wanted to flat your thumb against his lips and wipe away the creases.

Your gazes collide, and he speaks lowly, seemingly genuine with his words. "In fact, you don't owe them anything. If you think cutting them out fully was the right decision, then stick with it."

You release a breathy laugh, this time which doesn't sound forced. "That's another problem," you quip. "I feel shitty with what I did."

He raises an eyebrow. "I think you should be proud of yourself. It's not easy to cut toxic people out of your life."

Your laughter simmers, internalizing what he said. He's right. There are a lot of people out there who have it worse than you do. Even though they're completely aware of the horrors they encounter everyday in their toxic relationships. Sometimes, it got you wondering why don't they ever let go?

And now you understand them. You empathize with what they're going through.

"I just feel like I'm throwing away something we've had for years so easily..." you murmur, almost inaudible but the man catches on what you said anyway.

"They never considered that before doing something they know that would upset you," he retaliates. "If anything, it's their loss. Not yours, princess."

The nickname seems to have roll off his tongue seamlessly, and you become aware of the sudden warmth spreading all over your cheeks.

There's definitely something on the alcohol he bought you.

"You know," you begin, attempting to light up the gloomy atmosphere. "I never got your name."

He returns your mirth, eyes crinkling into crescents. "That's the thrill of it, yeah? Meeting an attractive mysterious man underneath the dim lights of a pub."

You roll your eyes, attempting to seem annoyed but you look anything but it because of the smile that threatened to coat your lips.

"Fine then," you say. "You won't get the honor of knowing mine too."

He laughs at your jest while you bask his harmonious sounds, rendering every part of your body to shiver. Particularly, your nether parts rubbing against each other.

The two of you continue to chat about trivial things as the night deepens. He even orders a second drink for you and this time, you don't feud him for it.

You don't realize the hours that have passed if not for the pub's lights dimming further and turning into a night club. People began to crowd the dance floor, lots of bodies and swaying and grinding among each other.

The man pulls you out of your daze once more, drawing your attention away from the dance floor to look at him instead.

"Dance with me?"

You nod. He offers a hand — soft, silky and veiny, lacing with yours perfectly. You find yourself gazing at your interlocked hands as he leads you towards the dance floor.

Everything seems to happen so naturally. His hands slither around your waist while you throw your arms around his neck, fingers finding their home on the hairs at the nape of his neck.

With the amount of liquor you've consumed, you're certain that you're in the borderline of inebriation. But you didn't mind unlike earlier — you would probably even deny his invitation to dance with you.

Your hips sway along the beat and his hooded eyes lock with yours, body following your lead. Smiling coyly, you draw closer to him, relishing in the way his arms seem to snake tighter around your hips, you can feel his nails digging slightly on your skin.

As more songs drive by, the more your confidence spurs. Shortly, you find yourself brazenly grinding your hips against the man you've been with for the past few hours.

Too preoccupied with the sensation of the bass blaring from the speakers, vibrating through your body — serving as the fuel for you to continuously sway your body against the model. Your eyes fluttered shut as you throw your head back, exposing the flesh of your neck as you rake your fingers through your scalp, keeping one hand occupied in caressing his blue hair.

You don't notice the dark stares he's giving you, how his eyes are now half-lidded, almost pitch black with the way he's darting lustful gazes at you. His fingers dig deeper through the thin material of your dress. How he seems to lean further to your scent, clouding the remnants of his sobriety. The hungry stares he's landing on the flesh of your neck — sheen with sweat and red. The desire to drive his lips all around your skin.

No, you don't notice the fact that his cock twitches against the restraints of his pants. How he wanted nothing else but to be wrapped around your warmth, clench your walls tight around him.

"Fuck," he rasps out.

Everything stops. You halt your motions, earning a strained groan from the man before you.

Fluttering your eyes open, you finally take heed of his disheveled state. He's almost panting as if he's out of breath, lips parted and inhaling shakily. The fringes on his forehead are damp, sticky against his skin. And you're suddenly aware of his crotch pressed against yours.

His eyes are literally begging you to do something, anything. He's waiting for the go signal, because it will be your call. Despite the fact he covets to act upon his desire for you, he patiently waits albeit straining.

Smiling coquettishly, you ask, "Do you wanna go somewhere else?"

At your question, he grunts, playing it off by giving him one of his boxy smiles. "I thought you'd never ask."

You two slip away from the swarming sweaty bodies, his hand never leaving yours as he leads the traverse.

And when you feel the cold air of the night nipping at you, he tugs you towards him, chest landing on his. His warmth instantly overcomes the cold.

"So," His voice is husky. "My place is like at least a thirty minute drive away. And I'm too drunk to drive, so I'm really hoping yours is—"

You press a finger on his lips, instantly shushing him up. Caressing the corner of his jaw, you state, "We'll book a room. There's a hotel in the next block—"

"Okay, great."

He starts to walk ahead of you, tugging your hand so that you'll fall in place beside him.

It takes exactly five minutes and twenty-five seconds to reach the hotel. Then, another five to talk to the receptionist which the whole time you were trying to stop your giggles from escaping through biting your lip because the model is impatiently conversing with the front desk.

And once he finally takes a hold of the key card, he wastes no more time and pulls you towards the elevators. You're both lucky that the place is almost empty — even as you both enter an elevator, there's no one inside.

He swiftly presses the button to your designated floor, licking his lips when the doors close and he sees your reflection in them.

Your stares linger for a second longer and before you knew it, he has you slammed against the metal wall of the elevator, the railings rattling at the impact.

His lips mold with yours, swallowing your moans as you reciprocate his kisses with as much fervor. Tongues battling for dominance, teeth crashing against each other. He takes both of your hands and keep them above your head that has you sighing at the sensation of his strong hands keeping you in place.

The elevator continues to rise, the pressure in your ears ringing but it doesn't make you stop from pushing your head forward, meeting his strength. He groans when you try to combat his strength, pressing his chest further into yours, hips grinding into your crotch.

Even when the elevator dings and the doors open, your lips doesn't stop smoldering against each other as he expertly pushes you out of the cramped space, slamming you against the nearest wall you're certain everyone on the floor heard that.

The excitement creeps up on you, of the thrill of getting caught that you can't help but emit a giggle as the man keeps pushing you towards the end of the hallway. You feel him smile against your lips as he takes the card out and then you hear a beep.

The door to your suite opens and you both disappear inside. With his lips still drinking in every moan you release, his hand manages to flick the light switch on. He whisks the card somewhere, kicks his shoes off and begin to unbutton his shirt.

Meanwhile, you had started palming him against his trousers, feeling his hardness and the material already soaked with his pre-cum. Rhythmically, you also snap your crotch up against his — imagining that it was his dick grinding against your clothed core instead of your hand.

The sensation drives him mad that he growls and pulls you away.

"You sneaky little vixen." With one hand around your waist, his other travels to your back, fingers settling on the zipper of your dress. Then he pulls it down.

Shivers travel on your spine at his cold fingers that you arch your head and sigh lewdly.

He takes the opportunity to bury his head on the crook of your neck and lick at your skin, immediately finding the spot you're most sensitive. His wet tongue causes you to cling on his shoulders, your lips parted and eyes closed.

He sucks eagerly, teeth scraping on your collarbone before he kisses all around your skin until he reaches the column of your neck, littering kisses that had you swallowing, the motions of your larynx meeting his devouring lips.

He paints your neck with love bites that you don't even realize that your dress had pooled on your feet. You're only in your undergarments now. And this spurs you to unfasten the remaining buttons of his shirt. You aid him to remove his top, throwing it somewhere.

You finally get a feel of his toned chest, his sharp collarbones and strong biceps. A sigh escapes your lips as he leaves one more kiss on the side of your neck.

His lips return to slot with yours, kissing you slow and sweet. As you throw your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his, he pushes you both inside of what you assume is the bedroom. He reaches his arm behind to turn the lights on, his lips never leaving yours.

He pushes you until you feel the wall pressing on your back. You notice that he has been pushing you against walls and you wonder if he has a thing for it.

At the mere thought of getting yourself railed against the wall makes your legs tremble slightly.

"Taehyung—" You were about to beg but your voice gets cut off. As if reading your mind, he uses his finger to slide your damp panties aside.

Then he presses his palm flat against your clit.

"You're so damn wet for me already, baby," he purrs, the baritone of his voice sending chills down your spine.

You moan lightly when he begins pumping two of his fingers inside. Forcing your eyes open, your hand wraps around his head, tugging in his blue strands as he adds another finger into you.

He fucks you with three of his fingers while you meet his actions with your hips, mewling at the sensation of his digits curling inside of your folds that you uncontrollably arch your back against him.

And then you feel it. His finger hitting the right spot that has your toes curling.

"Oh, fuck, r-right there," you moan, turning your head to the side and resting your cheek against the cold wall.

He increases his speed, finger fucks the shit out of you. You whimper and sob, feeling the coil around your abdomen tighten. Ungraceful sounds escape your lips that if you weren't being pleasured right now, you would be fuming in embarrassment.

"Come for me," he demands, his lips resting against your ear. You feel his breaths fanning your skin as he continues to pump his fingers into your pulsating pussy.

And then you feel your walls clenching around his digits, see stars behind your eyelids and then you're coming undone, under his command and mercy.

You smile in bliss, feeling yourself soak his fingers that are still continuously fucking you through your high.

Feeling his warmth leave your body, you open your eyes once you've calmed down. And you're not prepared to see him kneeling down on his knees.

Eyes widening, your gasp soon turns into a mewl as he begins to lick all of your leaking juices, the slurping sounds he produces sounding like heaven to your ears.

He hums in approval against your pussy, licking around your inner thighs. You internally beg for him to put his attention to your aching core instead.

After a few kitten licks, his hooded eyes trail up to meet yours. Without breaking the eye contact, you inhale sharply as he sticks his tongue out then slowly licks your nub.

You let out a strangled moan, your hand instinctively tugging at his blue hair lightly.

He dives in, burying his tongue into your clit, lapping everything on its trail. You whimper above him, looking down every now and then to watch how his tongue disappears between your folds. Swirling his tongue around your nub, your body arches against its will, tugging harder at his hair.

"Shit, Taehyung, that feels so good," you mewl loudly and shamelessly, moving your hips along the rhythm of his tongue.

He groans against your pussy, and your words seem to drive him further to fasten his pace. His tongue delves deeper into you, in the crevices of your walls you never imagined can be reached. No one has ever given you this much pleasure in oral. And you wonder amidst your fucked out state, how many women had he sent into utter oblivion.

"I'm so close," you cry out, your body lolling against the wall to seek support while your hands grab at nothing — pulling on his hair again as you feel the familiar sensation of your lower part twisting into knots.

He gets the message, gripping on your hips tighter to keep your convulsing body in place. And for the second time, you feel the waves crashing over you, the stars colliding once again. Your legs quiver as he continues to suck all of your juices, not allowing a drop to come past him.

You only manage to take a deep breath once he pecks your swollen nether lips. Your gaze trails his face as he stands, his chin shimmering with your orgasm. He gives you a chaste kiss before forcing his tongue inside to make you taste yourself.

Humming in approval, you suck on his wet muscle, swallowing the remnants of your orgasm.

Your feel a cold metal hitting your thigh so you pull away, halting his movements. He looks at you confounded while you smile coyly, your voice hoarse from all the moaning as you say, "Allow me."

This time, it's him who gapes at you when you lower yourself down into your knees, watching every reaction he makes as you pull the belt from his pants' loops, dropping the article on the floor. Then, in agonizingly slow manner, you unzip his trousers and pull it down until it pools at his feet.

His breath hitches when you press a chaste kiss against his bulge, palming him through his boxers. He shudders lightly, his palm flatting against the wall for support.

"Stop teasing," he growls while you give him an amorous smile.

Yet, you comply, completely pulling his boxers down. And when his cock springs free, big and proud you can't help but gawk at his size — the head already swollen and dripping with pre-cum.

"What's wrong, princess?" he teases you. "You think you can take me?"

You swallow thickly, mouth watering at his cock. Then, you trail your eyes up his naked body until your gazes collide. Your hand wraps around his length, pumping it a few times and watching how his face contorts into pleasure.

"I imagined myself sinking down on your cock," you breathily admit, causing him to let out a low curse.

His other hand finds home on your hair, pulling gently and urging you to take him.

You breathe through your nose as you finally begin to lick at his swollen tip, eliciting a groan from him. Humming against his length, you suck on its head before taking more of him halfway. You use your hand to wrap around his remaining length then you bob your head up and down, starting with a slow and relaxed space.

He releases low and breathy moans above you, moving his hips as well to match your rhythm, being careful not to choke you.

"That's it, baby," he praises you, raking his hand through your hair to remove strands away from your face. "You're so good, taking my cock so well."

Purring at his approval, you feel your pussy clench at his words, spurring you to swallow more of his length. You hollow your cheeks as you feel the tip of his head hit the back of your throat. His hips stutter, lips parting to release a breathy moan as you fully sheathe him into your warm mouth.

"Fuck, you're so good at this," he grunts, slightly increasing his pace as he fucks himself into your mouth.

Tears begin to form at the corner of your eyes when you find his cock repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. At once, you gag, but you don't pull away, focusing your breathing through your nose. You let him fuck his cock into your mouth a few more times, basking in the way you elicit a lot of moans from him, pride spreading in your chest because you're the reason of his pleasure.

He completely pulls out of you, watches how a trail of your saliva bridges between your parted lips and his swollen head.

When you stand up, he rewards you with his kisses, your tongues fighting for dominance. At some point in the kiss, he unhooks your bra and discards it in the middle of the room. His lips leave yours, trailing kisses down your neck and collarbone until the valley of your breasts where it stops. He takes one of your pert nipples in his mouth while his hand kneads your other one, pinching at your nipple. You arch your back against him, releasing a soft moan. You watch as he gives the same amount of attention to your other breast, tongue swirling at your hard bud before he trails his kisses back up again.

"Jump," he orders and you don't hesitate to comply, hooking your legs around his waist.

He lines himself at your entrance, his eyes meeting yours, flicking in light concern.

"Are you sure you want this?"

Coquettishly smiling, you respond, "Yes. I'm clean and I'm on the pill."

He smiles back, says the same that he's clean too. And then you pull him into a kiss while he wastes no more time as he starts pushing into you.

He drinks in your moans as he sheathes himself further into you. Your breath hitches, suddenly feeling so full.

"G-Give me a second," you breathily say, your head resting against the wall.

He softly smiles at you, pushing the strays of your hair away so that he can see your face. Then, you give him a nod when you've fully adjusted to his size.

His smooth thrusts comes once, twice, thrice, filling you up to the brim as he rolls his hips into yours. Sensual sounds elicited from the both of you echo through the space, your bodies relishing in each other's warmth.

You slide up and down against the wall, feeling yourself sink further into his cock the more he thrusts into you. Your head lolls on his shoulder, hands pulling on his blue strands as you constantly let out mewls of pleasure.

He reciprocates your actions, lips finding home on your neck as he sucks and bites at your skin, rendering goosebumps to travel all over your skin.

"You feel so tight and warm around me, baby," he lowly moans, slightly increasing his pace when he feels your walls clenching around his length.

"Oh, Taehyung!" you moan his name shamelessly, digging your nails down his back when he manages to hit the certain spot within you.

He gets the message, spurring his speed. All the gentleness is gone as he now slams his cock into you. Skin slapping against skin, ragged breaths and breathy moans leaving both of your lips as he thrusts faster, deeper into you. Instantly, you become a whimpering mess, mewling his name over and over again in a chant.

This is ridiculous, you're about to have your third orgasm for the night. It's driving you crazy how your body is easily and seamlessly responsive to his touches. You don't know if you're extra sensitive tonight because of the alcohol or if it's because of the fact that maybe he was a good fuck. Undoubtedly, you incline to believe more in the latter.

His hips powerfully slams into yours, his cock reaching deeper and further in your walls, you feel like all of your insides are getting rearranged.

"Fuck, baby, I'm so close. Come with me," he pleads, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

His thrusts turn sloppier while your toes curl as you feel the both of you reaching the edge of the cliff. And then you finally feel your walls clamping around his length, the world crumbles down as you convulse in his arms, cum continuously dripping down your folds, engulfing his cock and trailing through your inner thighs. He follows shortly, moaning breathily against your ear and painting your walls with his cream.

The both of you collapse against each other when your high dies down. With your eyes fluttered shut and head resting on his shoulder, he pulls away from you, your pussy clenching on nothing. You instantly feel the emptiness. However, it lasts ephemeral for he carries you and then you feel the softness of the mattress on your back.

Your eyes are still closed, your chest heaving up and down as you listen him shuffling around the room. The light dims behind your eyelids, then you hear a few more movements before the side of the bed dips. He covers you both with the duvet. Without another word, you scoot towards him, burying your head in his chest while you feel his arm drape around your waist.

It doesn't take for the both of you to drift off into dreamland shortly, both of your lips shaped into smiles as you engulf yourselves in the warmths of each other.

Taehyung feels the heat radiating towards his bare body hidden under the sheets. Still half-asleep, he hums in contentment shifting his position to lie on his other side.

His hand reaches on the end but when he feels nothing but silk and cotton, the smile coating his chapped lips promptly spurns.

Peeking one eye open, he doesn't expect to see the other side of the bed empty. As if on instincts, it's suffice to prod him wide awake, head lifting off the pillows to scan the room.

Muttering a low curse, he briefly checks the time on the nightstand before kicking off the duvet away from his body. He plants his floor on the feet and immediately gathers all of his discarded and fallen clothes scattered across the bedroom.

He eyes the closed door on the other end of the room, feeling as if it was throwing him an intimidating stare. Because he doesn't know what to expect behind it.

There's no sign of any of your clothes in the room, so that could only mean you were either in the kitchen, the living room or...

Locking his belt with the metal clunking through the silence of the room, his suspicion is proved to be right the moment he opens the door and peers pass the partition.

Taehyung saunters towards the empty kitchen, the only sound serving as the background noise being the faucet dripping droplets of water. He lets his eyes rove the suite, scrutinizing every corner.

And then finally, his prayers are answered. He catches a glimpse of a small colored note stuck on top of the island. The side of the paper rises every time a soft blow of wind caresses it. It's almost as if the person who left the note purposely opened the windows to let the ventilation enter.

His fingers slowly wrap around the sticky note, taking it off the counter.

Upon reading what's written on it, to say that he's taken aback was an understatement. He didn't expect the contents of the note. Moreover, nothing could have ever prepared him for the thrill — excitement and curiosity coating his features.

Everything from the preceding night comes back into his mind, the way how your body perfectly molded against his. Your sounds of pleasure becoming his lifeline for the night.

And now, he remembers. With his mind unbound from intoxication, he particularly reminisces why he so loved the melodic sound of your voice. A certain word that constantly spilled out of your soft lips.

His name.

Taehyung.

Fuck, he doesn't even recall telling you his name.

And he feels like he had lost a game that wasn't even occurring in the first place. Because truth behold, the moment he laid his eyes on you that night in the bar — you had fully captured his attention for the rest of the night.

And now, undoubtedly, for the rest of his days to come.

The words printed on the note continues to replay in his mind like a mantra. He vows to himself, beneath the rays of sunshine.

Because just when he thought he had the upperhand, he was wrong. So awfully wrong. You had him wrapped around your little finger.

He will find you. That is if fate leads him back to you. With your note serving as the embers igniting within himself.

I had a really good time last night, Taehyung :)

Guess you placed yourself on the pedestal, and look where's that led you.

Maybe next time, you'll get to know mine if we meet again.

one of your girls (pt. 2) (jungkook x reader)

we go 'round again, we jump back in bed that's what you do when you love somebody these bad omens, i look right through them that's what you do when you love somebody bad omens by 5sos

pairing: jungkook x fem oc

tags: smut, angst, fluff, fuckboy!jk, fwb rel, oc is...she thinks with her heart <//3, college au, jungkook is sus and a bit mean but is oc any better ? hmmmm

warnings: kissing, fingering, protected sex, mirror kink, backshots wooo but make it romantic, light choking, multiple orgasms, a little bit of aftercare, cuddling :o

word count: 6k

a/n: weeeee part 2 is finally here !! sorry this took so long yall. i have two more parts to release for this series (flashback then part 3). anw happy reading !! uhhhhhh the ending..dont scream at me :D / part 1 / drabble i (flashback)

taglist: @yuwaimo @haileycannotcometothephonern @hoseokteardrop @hoodrejects @agrika @joonwater @moonchild1

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It's sunny today which calls for hanging out at the quad. It's what you and your friends usually do to take advantage of the rare warm days. Jihyo's busy bickering with Mingyu, you don't know what they're really talking about because you're busy re-writing your notes. You haven't seen Jimin yet but he texted the group chat saying he's just buying food. And Jungkook...well you don't know if he's going to show up today. You haven't talked to him since that night. It's just been three days anyway.

You feel someone sit down beside you and you notice it's Jimin. He's wearing those skinny jeans he loves so much because he says it makes his ass look nice. You roll your eyes every time he mentions that.

"Cool guy alert," Mingyu suddenly calls out. You whip your head up to stare at Jimin who's wearing the biggest pair of sunglasses you've ever seen, it's covering half of his face already.

"Too sunny for you, Jiminie?" Jihyo teases this time.

You all watch Jimin silently as he removes the sunglasses. His left eye is bruised and it's ugly and purple and almost black.

"What the fuck," Jihyo says to break the silence. "What happened to you?"

Jimin doesn't say anything yet, just simply fixes his hair and shakes his head. You can tell he's trying not to get angry because his jaw is clenched.

"Jimin?" you whisper.

"It was Jungkook," he says gruffly. Your heart stops again at the mention of his name. Why would Jimin and Jungkook fight? Their friendship is pretty solid and they always get along well. You've never seen them annoyed at each other.

Your eyes flit to Mingyu and you think he knows what happened because he's silent, no hint of surprise on his face. He's looking down at the table while playing with his food.

"You guys never fight," Jihyo interjects. "What happened?"

Jimin turns to face you and you suddenly think you know why. You don't want to say it yourself but you think you've got an inkling why Jungkook punched him. You just hope you're wrong.

"You need to talk to him," Jimin tells you, completely ignoring Jihyo's question. You nod silently and check your phone to see if Jungkook has texted you at all. Of course he hasn't. Typical. But you'll find him today. You don't know exactly what went down but Jimin telling you to find him confirms your suspicions. It's enough to get you mad, your body heating and tensing up in simmering anger. You don't mind what Jungkook does to you, how he hurts your feelings without intending to, how he treats you like you're some disposable object, like you're just there always on the sidelines waiting for him. What you can't tolerate is Jungkook bringing both your friends into your situationship. What goes on between you and Jungkook should stay between you both and that's it. You can't handle him hurting Jimin as well.

There are a few places where you think Jungkook might be. You walk to the cafeteria first and search for him in the crowd. He's not there so you head to the library instead and your heart drops the moment you see him talking to some girl.

"Hey," you practically shout, suprising the people in the library and yourself as well, even. You're usually never this angry. Never address someone in such a venomous way. But you can't help but feel irked at what Jungkook's done.

He looks back and his eyes widen at your angry form. It only lasts for a second before he smirks and walks closer to you.

"Yeah?" he says, all smug and cocky.

"We need to talk."

Then you turn around and start walking out of the library, could hear Jungkook walking behind you already. Girl he was talking to all forgotten.

Surprisingly, you end up at his place.

You walk into his living room, ignoring him when he tells you to take a seat on the couch.

"Did you punch Jimin?" you ask right away, wanting to get this stupid issue over with.

You watch as his jaw clenches, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. He looks at you for a moment, eyes in slits at your hostility. "And what if I did?"

"What the fuck was that, Jungkook?" You look at him with stern eyes and could tell he's angry as well, chest rising up and down in quick breaths.

"Don't mess with my friends," he says.

"Jimin is my friend too!" you retort. "What happens between me and Jimin has nothing to do with you."

"Just—"

"Just what, Jungkook?" you cut him off. "You had no right to punch Jimin like that. Why'd you even do it in the first place?" You place your hands on your hips as you wait for him to answer you, puffing out a breath in frustration.

He looks a bit lost, eyes darting from side to side to look for an answer. The longer the silence goes, the shorter your patience gets.

"Well?" you prompt.

"Just don't, alright?" he says lamely. You roll your eyes. "You can sleep with anyone else except—"

"Who the fuck gave you the right to tell me who I can and can't sleep with?" You're almost screaming now but you don't care. This push and pull with Jungkook is making you so angry you want to punch him. You walk up to him and shove at his chest but he barely stumbles back. It just angers you even further. "I don't even give you shit when you sleep with other girls!" You continue pushing him back, practically punching his chest now. "It's not like you agreed to be exclusive. You said it yourself that you still wanted to fuck around. That was the agreement."

Jungkook grabs your wrists to stop you from pushing him. You watch him clench his jaw as he makes eye contact with you. "What if I want to take back what I said?"

"What?" you mumble dumbly, all the fight leaving your body.

He lets go of your wrists and takes a step back. You watch him pace back and forth in his room. "What if I want us to be exclusive?"

You say the first thing that comes to mind. "You're lying." He must be. He's just trying to lure you in, get him on your good side again.

He looks at you dead in the eyes and it seems like all the anger and frustration is leaving his body as well. He looks defeated and tired, and you're sure you look the same. "I'm not. I never lie to you."

"You do, Kook," you say quietly. But you're not saying it to make him feel bad. You're simply saying it because it's the truth and both of you know that.

He sits down beside you on his bed and buries his face in his hands. You watch him and try to keep your tears at bay.

"Kook, if this is some sick joke—"

"It's not," he says all of a sudden. "What if I want us to be exclusive?" he tries again.

You don't like it when he looks at you like that. Like you matter to him. Like he actually cares. Like he feels the same way as you. Looking into his eyes is too much so you turn your head away and stare at the wall instead.

"Why?" you whisper.

"Because..." he tries. "Because—"

"Because what, Kook? Suddenly you don't like the idea of me sleeping with other guys? But you can sleep with other girls? And if I say yes to you, what'll happen then?" you say harshly. "Huh? You're gonna forget about me? Just use me whenever you want?"

"It's not like that, sweetheart." He tries grabbing your hand but you shake him off. You stand up and walk to the other side of the room, suddenly wanting to be away from him. Being near Jungkook clouds your senses and makes you act irrationally.

"Don't call me that." You feel your lips trembling and you're pretty sure tears are streaming down your face. "I don't know what you want from me, Jungkook. You can't even explain why you want us to be exclusive."

He mirrors your expression, big doe eyes suddenly teary as well. "I'm sorry," he chokes out. It stays silent after that. You nod to yourself. Maybe this is the best explanation you'll get. You gather your things and mumble a goodbye. You exit his bedroom and Jungkook doesn't chase after you. At this point you don't expect him to anymore. You bump into Mingyu and Jihyo upon exiting Jungkook's apartment. They call out to you but you ignore them and speed walk out of the building.

Your heart hurts. Like, it physically hurts. You know you should feel happy with what Jungkook's just told you. It's what you wanted ever since you fell for him. But why are you pushing away? Why don't you want to believe him all of a sudden?

Because you used to. Believe him, that is. Used to look at him all starry eyed with whatever he said. Said yes to whatever he asked. Looked at him like he can achieve world peace. Something stupid of the sort. Wore your heart on your sleeve every time you were with him. Even when you weren't, now that you think about it.

You always showed your feelings through your actions. He just showed his feelings through his words.

It's different but it's the same. This time you don't believe him. Stopped believing his words some time ago. Always knew there was some lie beneath his words. Always doubted what he said. Or just brushed it over your shoulder. Never let it settle in the crevices of your heart, which is sadly just filled with him. Him, him, him.

Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook.

You should feel sorry for yourself for how much he's changed you without even trying to directly. You never thought you'd have to change yourself for a man. But here he is, making you doubt him and the world. You were never like this before.

You thought love was easy. That if it was the right person, everything would fall into place naturally. You didn't know love would be like this. That you'd always be cautious, always had your walls up, looking over your shoulder. That you had to fight for love, or that it hurt so much you found difficulty in breathing.

But is Jungkook the right person?

It's not something you want to answer yourself, because you'll get hurt either way. You just brush the thought aside like you do with your feelings.

You don't go back to your apartment because you know Jihyo thinks it'll be the first place you go to. Will barge in your room because she has a spare key. Is confrontational and protective of you like that, she'll ask questions right away.

But you don't want to think of what just transpired. You want to forget. Move on. Not sure if that means moving on from Jungkook entirely (you doubt you ever will) but you just want to forget about today.

So you keep walking. No destination in mind, you just let your feet walk you to wherever. Away from campus. Walking through some random park. Eventually, you end up at a Korean BBQ. Don't realize the meaning this place holds till you're seated. It's Jungkook's favorite restaurant. He brought you here twice.

Now you're here alone. You start feeling pathetic. Who the fuck goes to a restaurant like this alone? You scan the area—you see couples, friends, families eating together. But you're alone which means you have to grill the meat alone. Serve yourself. Eat by yourself.

You order two bottles of soju. Might as well be drunk while looking pathetic.

You think you've made a good decision. The food is good and you're doing everything yourself so you have no time to think about other things. Or people. Person.

You flip the meat only to see that you've flipped it too early. It's not properly cooked yet. Jungkook always knew when to flip it at the right time.

You sigh. That was what, twenty minutes of him being out of your head? At least it's progress. Somewhat.

After a while you decide you can't inhale anymore food. You'll probably explode. But a happy tummy is a happy heart. Or whatever people say. You're drunk, can't think straight. You're drunk but not stupid, so you ask Jihyo if she can pick you up.

She simply replies otw and is outside the restaurant ten minutes later. She comes in full force—which is really just Mingyu and Jimin with her in the car. It's Mingyu's car, anyway, so you expected to see him. You don't know why Jimin's with them, but you don't mind. Seeing your group of friends eases the ache in your heart even more. Even though one person's missing.

You don't mind. Well, just a little.

You smile at them as you walk to the car while Jihyo runs out of it to give you a big hug. She doesn't say anything as she rubs your back soothingly and you don't cry on her shoulder like you normally would. You're too tired of crying. Being sad.

You don't say anything as the both of you get back in the car. They don't ask about what happened and for that you're grateful. You don't want to process it yet, anyway. Don't think there's much to process. You love Jungkook and he doesn't love you back. Simple.

Your friends fill in the quiet pretty well. Jimin goes off on some tangent. You don't really know the topic. But Jihyo's interjecting from time to time. Mingyu makes a joke and it has all of you laughing. Eventually you get to Jimin's place. It's the usual hangout spot. A one bedroom apartment with a nice balcony. Not too big but not too small either. Just right for the four of you.

Usually five.

You don't know what transpired after you left Jungkook's place. How Mingyu and Jihyo saw you running out with tears down your cheeks. You don't know and you don't ask. You all watch a movie together. All fall asleep in Jimin's living room. Will complain about your backs hurting the next morning but you don't care. It's nice to be around them.

You leave Jimin's place the morning after. You, Mingyu and Jihyo leave because Jimin shoos all of you out. Says he has an exam to study for. He'll probably complain about it during lunch. Tuesdays are reserved for lunch with each other. Out on the quad, if it's sunny enough. In the cafeteria otherwise. You're not sure if Jungkook will show up. You doubt he will.

Mingyu and Jihyo walk you home. You shower and get ready for class. You move as if you're on autopilot. Shower. Get dressed. Get the right textbooks. Lock your door. Walk to class.

You put yourself in this bubble, in this false sense of security that things are ok. You'll be okay. You've been through a lot and you're still here standing, breathing, living. This? This is nothing.

You just have to give yourself time. Have to push your feelings away. Out of sight, out of mind. Don't think it works like that when it's about your feelings. Whatever. Your heart will mend itself back to place.

But what makes a heart whole? It's people, mostly. It's your friends. Your family.

Jungkook.

Always gonna be Jungkook.

And you're back at square one.

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jk (sent two weeks ago): can we talk?

jk (sent one week ago): hi

jk (sent one week ago): can we talk pls?

jk (sent five days ago): y/n?

jk (sent three days ago): im so sorry, y/n. i just want to talk. please.

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It's been two weeks since the incident and your group hasn't been complete ever since. Either Mingyu and Jihyo are with Jungkook, or with you. Things are starting to change for the worse, and it's making you sad.

At least Jimin and Jungkook have made up already. You don't know the details exactly (because you didn't ask), but you've heard that they've started hanging out again.

You and Jungkook?

You haven't replied to any of his texts. You haven't seen him for two weeks. It's weird. It feels like there's something wrong, something off. Like there's a small pebble in your shoe. Like there's a nagging voice in your head telling you to go back home because you forgot to unplug your straightener.

Like you're missing a piece of you. This hole in your chest that leaves you feeling empty.

You miss Jungkook. And not just the sex. You also miss the friendship. The intimate moments.

You don't have the courage to ask about him, to text him back or look for him. Frankly, you're still hurt from what transpired and you think you might just break if he hurts you again.

It's even raining today. The cold and gloomy weather dampens your mood even more. You baked cookies to try to cheer you up. You used to love baking but haven't done so in a while, you're not really sure why. But you needed an extra pick me up today.

You're holding the tupperware of cookies close to your chest when you walk in the cafeteria, looking for your friends. You always bake extra for them—love the looks on their faces when Jihyo counts all the cookies first and divides it accordingly, when Mingyu gets more than what he should have, when they all fight over the last piece.

When Jungkook would ask if you had extra cookies back at your place.

You don't think that'll happen anymore.

You spot your friends by a table in the corner of the cafeteria, next to a large window where the rain hits it outside in a steady patter.

You see Mingyu who's taking to Jimin, Jihyo typing something on her laptop.

And there's the missing piece, beanie-clad head hung low, tattooed hand busy writing on his notebook.

You feel your heart lurch in your chest. You stop walking, not minding that you're blocking the way.

You take deep breaths to calm your nerves. You have to see each other at some point. And also, you don't want your friends to feel awkward anymore.

You continue walking again and because the universe wants to torture you even further, the only available seat left is right across Jungkook.

"Hi," you chirp, trying to sound as cheery as you can as you sit down. Mingyu, Jihyo and Jimin all look at you in surprise, then Jimin starts talking about his day to fill in the awkward silence. The three of them try to make things go back to normal. You would've laughed at the looks of your friends' faces (sans Jungkook, because you refuse to look at him) if you didn't feel so nervous.

You join in the conversation as well, not an ounce of sadness shown on your face. You don't want your situation with Jungkook to affect the rest of your friends.

The both of you never address each other directly, but you do feel him looking at you from time to time.

You place the cookies in the middle of the table. Like old times, Jihyo counts all the cookies and tells everyone they can only have three pieces each. Mingyu eats more than three. The three of them fight over the last piece, Jimin proposing that they battle it out through rock paper scissors.

You're laughing at the scene in front of you. Good thing you saved some for yourself back at your apartment.

Amidst the chaos, you feel Jungkook lean over the table to whisper in your ear.

"You got more cookies back at yours?"

Your body stiffens at the proximity. Usually you'd say yes. He'd follow you home, make some small talk while you place cookies in a ziplock for him, then he'd hug you goodbye.

That was before the agreement. It was essentially the same routine when you started sleeping with each other, though of course he'd stay a little bit longer.

You turn your head and look at him for the first time. You will yourself not to cry, to steel your emotions.

He looks so soft, so comfy like he just rolled out of bed. He's wearing a beanie to tame his curls, and he's wearing one of his oversized shirts paired with gray sweatpants.

He smells good too. And you realize that you really, really miss him.

"Yeah," you say just as quietly. You feel your heart lighten, but your head's screaming at you to reject him.

Jungkook doesn't say anything else and neither do you. You wait for your friends to finish eating and once everyone stands up, Jungkook walks to your side. Jihyo looks at you quizzically but you just shake your head, silently telling her not to voice out anything out loud. You say your goodbyes and start walking towards your apartment, Jungkook right beside you.

It's silent. And a little bit awkward. You're thinking of what to tell him, whether he wants to talk about what happened, or he just wants your damn cookies.

You close the door behind the both of you and you immediately walk to your small kitchen, grabbing the container of extra cookies and putting some in a ziplock, like you usually do. You feel from the corner of your eyes that Jungkook's watching you, and you feel like your heart is about to burst at what he might say.

"About that night..." he starts.

You sigh and drop the cookies on the counter, turning to him to look at him directly. For the first time in a while, Jungkook looks nervous. Fingers fidgeting, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"You know I like you, right?" you suddenly say.

"Yeah," he answers right away without a beat of hesitation.

"Then I want to stop whatever it is we have between us."

You watch Jungkook's face for his reaction. How his eyes widen, how he clenches and unclenches his fists, how his chest rises up and down in quick beats.

"Why?" he simply asks.

You bite your lip in thought, thinking of the right words to say. "I can't let you treat me like shit anymore, Jungkook. It's not healthy for the both of us. I don't know how you feel or what you want but look," you sigh. "You punched Jimin because what? Because I slept with him?"

"What if I want us to try?"

Now it's your turn for your eyes to widen, for your heart to lurch in your chest, body seizing at the question. Acting the same way you did when he asked the first time.

"Try?"

Jungkook nods, lips pursed as he walks closer to you. "You and me. Let's try. No more fooling around with other people." He swears under his breath as he comes to stand in front of you, both arms caging you against the counter. He breathes out and rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed like he's tired.

You're tired as well. But you let him do what he wants. Like you always do.

"(Y/N)," he starts to say. "Look, I— The thought of you sleeping with someone else... It made me crazy," he laughs dryly.

You lean back and scrunch your eyebrows at him. "Jungkook, I'm not some object for you to be possessive over. You just can't—"

"I don't mean it like that," he says, looking at you directly now. Your knees would've buckled at the intensity of his gaze were it not for your body leaning on the kitchen counter. "I just mean..." He turns his head to look away. "I just mean I can't bear the thought of you being with someone else anymore. Doing the things we do."

You open your mouth in reply then close it again when you realize you don't know what to say. You've been waiting to hear this confession for so long, but now that you've heard it, you're suddenly not happy. You're unsure. Guarded. Hurt.

"Jungkook," you whisper unsurely.

He turns his head back to you, gaze right on your lips before he locks eyes with you again.

"We can try. Please," he whispers. It's weird seeing Jungkook this way, all vulnerable and desperate. Begging. Usually, you'd be in his position. Not the other way around. "I promise this time."

You feel your resolve slowly crumbling. All the walls you've built up from your last interaction with him come falling down. You should hate yourself, you really should. But you know where your heart lies. What it wants. That you'd take any inkling of love he'd give you. Even if he may not mean it. Even if it might not last forever.

"Okay," you say, and the moment you do, you see the most beautiful smile grace his face. It makes you smile as well, ignoring the little voice in the back of your head to say no. "But we start slowly, alright?"

He nods his head, smile still there, body slowly pressing against yours. He nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck and your arms automatically go around him.

"Kook," you sigh. "We should probably talk first—"

"In the morning, baby," he says in between the kisses he's placing on your shoulder. "I promise."

You play with his hair while Jungkook does what he wants. Kissing your shoulder, your collarbone, up to your jaw. It's playful at first, big smooches echoing in your apartment. Then it starts getting heated the moment you feel his tongue on your skin.

"J-Jungkook," you stutter.

He grips your waist and lifts you up so you're seated on the counter. "You drive me crazy, I hope you know that."

You smile at him and say nothing else as you grab his face towards yours, finally reconnecting your lips with his. It's soft and sensual, no sense of urgency like how you usually kiss. Like how Jungkook had somewhere to be after. Or that he wanted to get it over with.

He's taking his time now by the way his lips mold slowly against yours, like he wants to map out how you taste, how you feel, how your tongue feels like pressed against his.

You stay like that for a while, just kissing and basking in each other's presence. Jungkook holds your waist firmly like he doesn't want to let go. Frankly, you don't want him to either.

You start getting antsy so you grab the hem of his shirt and try to slip it over his head. He laughs at your impatience as you throw the shirt somewhere in your apartment, hands going to his back instantly. Scratching your nails lightly down his skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Then your hands go down to his pants and you start toying with his jeans.

"Sweetheart," he leans back and chuckles. He holds your face gently. "There's no need to rush, okay? We've got all the time in the world."

You lean back as well, exhaling the breath you didn't know you were holding. "Okay," you agree. "Yeah, sorry."

"Let me take my time with you," he murmurs as he leans in again to kiss you.

Jungkook does his take time. Practically kisses every inch of your skin. Takes off your clothing one by one. Fingers you slowly that you're seeing stars. Cleans you up with his mouth that you're left breathless and dizzy. Disoriented. You're both (finally) naked by the time you're in bed.

"Look at yourself, baby," he whispers right into your ear.

His words go in your ear and out the other, head too clouded with the mind blowing orgasm he just gave you. You don't understand what he's telling you to do until he gently grabs your chin and turns it to where he wants you to look. Your eyes spot your full length mirror. You see yourself, bare and sitting on the bed with your legs folded beneath you, thighs open and pussy on display. Jungkook's right behind you in a similar position, body so big and wide that you notice the stark difference of your bodies.

You see your chest heaving up and down, tits moving in sync with your breaths. Your hands are resting on his thighs. Jungkook slithers his arm to wrap around your waist. Finally, you lock eyes with him through the mirror.

"See?" he says, though you don't really know what he wants you to see. "You look so pretty. S'why I can't get enough of you."

"Oh," you breathe out.

"Yeah, oh," Jungkook chuckles lightly. "Gonna fuck you now, okay?"

You nod your head in reply and Jungkook lifts you up a bit to enter you from behind. You gasp when he fills you up right away, a perfect fit like always. He starts thrusting slowly but deeply, and you feel his tip kiss your cervix each time. You would've toppled forward were it not for his protective hold around your waist.

"Feels good," you finally moan out.

"I know, baby," he pants from behind you. "You take me so well. Like you were made for me. Like we were made for each other."

Your heart seizes at that, and all words get stuck in your throat when Jungkook picks up the pace of his thrusts, both hands going to your chest to cup your breasts.

Jungkook presses his chest to your back, practically molding himself around your body, you're starting to feel as one. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, lips on your sweaty skin.

"I might not last long," he grunts.

"Me too," you mewl. It stays silent for a while, just both your breaths filling the room. It's not like you need to say anything, to be vocal like you both usually are. It's different this time and you know Jungkook can feel it too. With the way his body is pressed to yours, to his tight hold on you like you might disappear into thin air if he lets go, how his mouth never seems to leave your skin, how your hand holds his. Like you're too overwhelmed with the events that happened today, the past few weeks—since this started. That it's all coming to an end, but an end with a new beautiful beginning. It feels overwhelming because you're entering new territory. You still have your doubts (you don't think those will ever leave), but at least now you're on the same page with Jungkook. Together. Jumping into the unknown. Even if you're not sure how this will turn out—being together with him, for real this time. If it'll end in greater heartbreak or will be your best decision yet. But you're here because you want to try. You've let him in because you want to try. Because your heart has been with his from the start, you realize.

You're brought back to reality when Jungkook brings his hand up to wrap around your throat—not tightly, a hold barely there but firm enough to know he has you in his hold. You stare at yourself again in the mirror, at Jungkook moving his hips from behind you. How you're so pressed into each other.

"Jungkook," you choke out, suddenly so overwhelmed and full of emotion. His gaze shifts from your body to your face, looking at you through the mirror so intently you feel like melting. You move your hips back to meet his thrusts, your body feeling like it's on fire and that you might snap soon. "Kook, I—"

"I know, baby," he murmured. "I know." Knows that you're close, that this moment feels different, electrifying. "I got you, okay?" he whispers so sweetly. You lean your head back against his shoulder. "Let go for me. Hm?"

"Okay," you whisper, eyes closing and focusing on doing just that. It doesn't take you much longer to reach your peak, to let go and let the pleasure take control of your body. It comes to you gradually, getting stronger and stronger, and Jungkook talks you through it all. Though you can't make out his words since everything sounds so muffled. Like you're under water and the wave's crashed.

"Gonna come too," he grunts. "You're so beautiful when you come, baby. I can't—"

Jungkook reaches his orgasm after and fills up the condom. Fucks you so slow and deep through his high it sets you off once more. Don't realize that his finger is rubbing your clit slowly. Like he wanted you to reach your high again.

"That's it," he whispers. "So good for me."

You almost fall face first on your bed, but Jungkook catches you with a hand around your waist. Moves you around the bed so that you're laying on your back with him right beside you. You curl into him instantly as his arm wraps around your shoulder. He brings his lips to the crown of your head and places a gentle kiss.

You close your eyes and listen to the beat of his heart slowing down, focusing on the rise and fall of his chest. "We need to clean up soon," you mumble after a while.

"I'll do it," he mumbles back. "Let me just— Let me catch my breath first."

You laugh lightly, your body slowly succumbing to sleep. You feel Jungkook stand up and for a second your heart seizes in your chest. You keep your eyes closed while you try to listen for any sounds of clothes being picked up, of him getting dressed.

All you hear is your bathroom door being open then closed, then you feel a damp washcloth between your legs, and only then does your heart start beating again. Jungkook's back beside you in bed a few moments later, and then you finally succumb to sleep.

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An alarm wakes you up the next morning. You know it isn't yours since it's not the usual ringtone you use. You open your eyes slowly and smile sleepily at Jungkook's arm draped across your waist. You look back to see him sleeping peacefully, mouth slightly ajar. You reach your arm out to your beside table to look for the noisy phone, realizing it's Jungkook's when you bring it close to your face to turn off the alarm.

You notice he's gotten a few notifications since last night, are about to place it back on your table when a text stands out to you. Waking you up fully. Your tummy churning, your breath seizing.

You can't see the preview of the message, but the name is enough to leave you feeling dizzy.

It's from Iseul. You know her because she's one of Jungkook's regulars. And you know this because she texts him a lot, her name always popping up in his phone. Not that you secretly went through it before, but sometimes Jungkook likes showing his phone to you and your friends, either of a cool photo he took lately or some random meme.

You try to stop your thoughts from thinking of the worst, but you can't help it. You and Jungkook haven't talked much about your relationship, because there is a lot to talk about. You know it won't all be fixed in one sitting. So you don't know if they're still seeing each other. You don't know if he meant what he said last night.

You start feeling ill, your palms sweating and your head beginning to pound. You find yourself standing up, getting dressed and grabbing just your phone with you. Never mind the fact that you're leaving Jungkook yet you're in your place. That he might still be here when you're back, whenever that will be. For the first time since you started this thing with him, you leave without saying goodbye.

things we don’t say: masterlist (kth)

banner credit: @itaeewon​

summary: Three years after graduating college, everything seems to be falling into place for you: stable job, cozy apartment, and a long-term boyfriend with a ring box hidden in his desk drawer. But when a mutual friend makes a remark that your best friend of nearly two decades is clearly in love with you, you realize that life may not be as simple as it seems.

pairing: Taehyung x Reader (with some VERY brief Seokjin x Reader and Yoongi x Reader)

rating: 18+ (minors dni)

genres: best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers (they’re so, SO stupid), slooooow burn, angst, fluff, eventual smut

word count: 52.4k (and counting)

series warnings: swearing, sexual themes, one instance of mild violence, alcohol use, infidelity, brief mentions of neglectful parents and alcoholism (additional warnings given by chapter)

a/n: the below reflects my current plan for the series, but this is subject to change as it is very likely that certain parts will be broken up!

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MAIN STORY

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6 (coming soon!)

Part 7

Epilogue

DRABBLES: THE BEFORE

Drabble 1: in which OC has too much to drink

DRABBLES: THE AFTER

Drabble 1

Drabble 2

Drabble 3

Drabble 4

Drabble 5

Drabble 6

I'm planning on making @taeskooksbin extremely professional hence you'll be listening to my rants here.

also IF i add a period (.) or an exclamatory mark (!) after a sentence, I don't mean that I'm tryna be rude or aggressive, it's just for aesthetic purposes (more like I do not know how to end whatever I started lol 💀)