Never Wanted To Be A Black Button-up More Than Right About Now

Never wanted to be a black button-up more than right about now

JUNGKOOK in CALVIN KLEIN for @heybaetae ♡

Somewhere Between Hello and Goodbye | Ch. 4: Strangers With Memories

a/n: more angst but at least they aren't as awkward, however, after this chapter, I fear it's only going to go downhill for my babies :(

The dreadful No Contact Rule. Difficult not to break when the relationship is over and even more so when the relationship comes to a sudden halt but the feelings are still brewing inside. When the distance is forced and fueled by the guilt of losing that person again. However, I would be lying if I said that Jungkook is no longer part of my life. That I have somehow completely barricaded myself from his presence. How could I, when not even a conscious stream of thought can overcome the yearning of a broken heart? One that still longs for his touch, his sweet smile, his laugh. One that has been holding on to the memories of our past despite the lack of recollection in Koo’s eyes. To him, we are simply picking things up from where they were left off. Not a complicated task in nature until you realise that our story left off with his first and last “I love you, Mira”. So, no matter how hard I try to push him away, the heartstrings of my own soul seem to pull us back together. Even if he sees me as just a friend, I am willing to fight for everything we could have been, until one day he finally remembers it all. Remembers me, remembers us.

Unfortunately, with school starting, everyone has been getting back into their routines, leaving little time or opportunity to actually hang out. Despite this, Jungkook has made a special effort to “build back what he can’t remember”. So, seeing him has actually become part of my daily ritual. Whether that be going on a morning jog or grabbing a quick coffee after class. Like the good old days, we are connecting as close friends, since everything began that way. Before anything, Koo was my friend, one who somehow filled the void of my family when we were separated by an ocean. For that, I will forever be grateful to him. 

Today was like any other. Tae and I met our new cohort leader, the head of the ER department in the local children’s hospital, who was this older gentleman who wasted no opportunity to crack one of his dad jokes. He absolutely adored Tae, said that he saw his younger self in him, and unless he was a sleep-deprived, broke college student, I’m not sure what the correlation was. To be honest, Tae hasn’t been having it easy either. His grandma was recently diagnosed with pneumonia, so he spent the entire summer working three jobs to send as much money as he could back home. Being the only man, and thus, the breadwinner in the family after the passing of his father, he constantly tells me about the guilt he endures being far away from his mom, younger sister and grandma. The three women in his life he would give up anything for. And, as I’ve watched him slowly run himself thin, I have grown to be protective of Tae myself. Although he is older, in my eyes he will always be like a little brother to me. One whose shoulders carry the weight of a whole lineage.

Packing up our staff after class, Tae recommended we try the new pastry shop that opened by our dormitory. One that he first mentioned when Jungkook was admitted into the hospital in hopes of cheering my numb self. However, during that period the aching pain in my heart wanted nothing more than to be by Koo’s side. So, seeing that this time Tae was the one in need of support, I made sure to take him up on the offer as we indulged in our daily debrief. At the end of the day, we might not know how to properly give an IV but you best believe that we know how to run our mouths. In the span of half an hour, we managed to cover every possible topic known to men, ranging from the rise in the cost of eggs to the hideous new haircut the grumpy librarian decided to debut today. Our conversation could have gone on for hours until it was abruptly interrupted by the buzzing of my phone. 

Koo: Will 20 minutes be enough for you to get ready?

Mira: Depends … where are you taking me? 

Koo: It’s a surprise, just wear something comfy ;)

“Who got you smiling like that?” Tae chuckles teasingly, seeing that his words have lost my attention.  

“Oh nothing, I’m sorry, it’s just Jungkook,” I say, nibbling on my lips to suppress the urge to keep smiling. 

“What did he say?” he leans forward taking a sip of his Americano. 

“I think he wants to go somewhere?” my words drag on as he searches my scattering eyes. 

“Now?” 

“Well, no you’re right, I’m just gonna tell him that I’m busy,” I try to comfort Tae with a smile, sensing the guilt of leaving him alone.

“No, I mean, don’t you want to freshen up? How much time do you have?” he mumbles, gaze softening at my flustered state. 

“Oh, are you sure? I hate to pause our little hangout,” 

“There’s always tomorrow,” Tae assures with a boxy smile. 

“Okay, I’ll see you at breakfast, alright?” I say, packing up my stuff before we wave each other goodbye.

Thank God, the pastry shop was a short walk away from the dormitory as I suddenly realised how valid Tae’s suggestion of a shower was. Let’s just say that today’s clinical was one for the books. Not only did I spill a whole IV bag on my scrubs but I’m pretty sure that there are still some pieces of dried cream in my hair as one of the older patients refused to cooperate. So, as I finally managed to open the front door, I headed straight into the shower, washing myself free of the chaotic aftermath. 

Debating between a woven sweater and a cashmere pullover I settled on the one Koo loved the most. “Peaches, you’re so soft,” he used to say, pulling me into a tight hug as his hands caressed the delicate cashmere. I wore it on our last date before the incident, the one we spent on Oceana Beach talking about the future, our future. Miraculously, after all this time, it still had his scent, the sweet vanilla musk lingered like the memories of our past. I remember crying sleepless nights, holding the cashmere close to my heart as if it were the only thing left of Jungkook. With my eyes closed, I could almost feel his warm embrace. 

Beep Beep 

My reminiscing, however, was interrupted by Jungkook’s arrival. Quickly touching up my makeup, I grab my purse and phone before locking the door behind me. Maybe it’s from the actual physical rush or the fact that I get to see him again, but my heart sure is beating hard. I could practically feel it in my throat. And, the appearance of his bunny smile as our eyes finally met certainly did not help it either. 

“Sorry to make you wait,” I say out of breath, tucking some stray pieces of hair behind my ear. 

“No worries, I just came,” Koo assures softly, leaning back on his car. 

“So, where is this mystery destination?” I grin teasingly, folding my arms in front of my chest. 

“Surprise, remember? Ladies first,” he grins back, opening the passenger door, before helping me buckle up. And, just like that, my heartbeat went through the roof again. 

Driving down the bridge, we were in awe of the beautiful sunset that covered the sky in warm tones. Blasting our favourite song, Jungkook rolled down all the windows before pausing his phone just in time for the high note. And, as silence filled the car I could feel the flush rise up my cheeks from the sheer embarrassment that was my singing. It wasn’t just a voice crack, it was the complete demolishment of my dignity. 

“Yah, how could you betray me like that?” I scoff in disbelief, rolling the windows back up to shield myself from the passing cars. 

“I couldn’t help it, you looked so concentrated,” Jungkook chuckles, mimicking my singing face. 

“Okay, relax, eyes on the road bunny boy,” I smirk, turning the music back on.

“We’re here,” he says, turning into the parking lot. Looking around, chills run down my spine as I realise where we are. The Oceana Beach. This means that while I was fully immersed in our karaoke session, Jungkook unknowingly drove past the exact spot where he lost consciousness on that cold, winter night. All this time, I’ve been trying to avoid this place in hopes of erasing the image of Koo’s frail body lying on the side of the road. Now, I have to act like none of that happened, since he doesn’t remember any of it. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Jungkook’s voice pulls me out of the spiral, as my chest heaves up. Feeling his hand on mine, my body almost jolts from his touch, unable to hide the fear rushing through my veins. It all felt so surreal, to be looking at him alive in flesh but knowing that the Jungkook I once knew was no longer there. 

“Yeah, I … I just remembered something,” I lie with a nervous chuckle, unbuckling myself. Helping me out of the car, Jungkook looks concerned, eyes searching mine. 

“You sure, you’re alright? I can drive back jus…” 

“No, no don’t be ridiculous. I swear I’m all good,” I interrupt his sentence with a reassuring smile. Reaching for my hands again, only this time with slight hesitation, his worried eyes meet mine as his thumb caresses the back of my palms. 

“Mira, you’d tell me if something was wrong, right?” his words are layered with a tone of fear, uneasiness, and genuine worry. But, there’s a short period of silence, as my mind filters through possible replies. 

“Of course,” I manage a small chuckle, swallowing down the lie. With a nod of acceptance and a soft sigh, he intertwined his fingers with mine, taking the bags from his trunk before walking us toward a small spot by a campfire. Setting everything up, I was commanded to just relax, covered under a woven blanket.

“I used to love making smores when I was little,” Jungkook smiles, handing me a bag of marshmallows, before covering himself under the same blanket. Jimin was right, he could still remember the earlier years of his life, but nothing of the recent events. 

“Can’t relate, I somehow always burned mine,” I frown as he can’t help but laugh, scrunching his nose and letting that bunny smile come on full display.   

“Hey, don’t laugh,” 

“I’m sorry, but how does one mess this up?” he leans closer, nudging my shoulder before looking back at the sparks. If only time could stop and we could stay this way forever. If only he could feel the way my heart ached at that moment. 

“So, Mira, do you have a boyfriend?” his sudden question brought me back again, as my eyebrows visibly furrowed from the bluntness of his curiosity. 

“Why? Are you trying to pitch an offer?” I chuckle, leaning closer to the fire to warm my hands, before looking back at his teasing grin. 

“Just trying to figure you out,” he replies softly, eyes searching mine. 

“I used to,” 

“Oh, yeah? What happened? 

“He moved away. Long distance didn’t work out,” I reply slowly, allowing the fake story to play out without succumbing to the tears. 

“That sucks, you guys don’t keep in touch at all?” Jungkook’s curiosity is innocent in nature but naive to our past. I can’t even get mad at him for digging deeper, even if it hurts.  

“I’m not sure he remembers me anymore,” I sigh, replying almost defeated. 

“That’s a lie. Who could forget you?” he laughs, shaking his head in disbelief, blind to the irony of it all. 

“Yeah …” a little chuckle escapes me as well, as my eyes dissociate into the distance. “I'm pretty unforgettable, aren't I?” 

“Pretty and unforgettable,” Jungkook replies with a quick wink, covering my shivering body with his share of the blanket before taking a bite of my half-burned marshmallow.

--

Replaying our last conversation in my head, I felt bad for snapping at Jiah at the mall. It was totally uncalled for and simply a projection of the thoughts that haunted my mind. Not a fibre of my being meant it as we rarely ever fought or even came to a slight disagreement with each other. To be quite frank, during that time it seemed like every interaction I had was like walking on a minefield. With one wrong move, I was destined to blow up and take everyone else down with me.  

Not being able to talk to her freely pained me, as I grew to miss my best friend with each passing day. And if one thing was for sure, then it was that Jiah deserved an apology as she fell victim to my self-destruction. So, after a few hours of crafting a well-developed apology, I made my way to her apartment, which was literally a level below mine. Nonetheless, the walk there seemed never-ending, most likely due to the sheer panic I was experiencing. It wasn’t fueled by the fear of her reaction but the shame I felt from how I treated Jiah. However, none of it mattered anymore, as I stood in front of her door, hand ready to place a few knocks. That is until it suddenly swings open and our eyes finally meet again. 

“Jiah,” I mumble before she pulls me into a tight hug as tears stream down both of our faces. No words needed to be said. Everything was understood through the emotions we were experiencing. Melting deeper into her embrace, my face dug deeper into her hair as the sweet smell of coconut filled my senses, reminding my body of her aura. I missed her so much that I could physically feel the void in my heartache as my teary eyes searched her sad gaze. 

“Jiah, I’m so sorry,” I manage to let out as she gently wipes the tears off of my face. Holding onto her hand, I keep it close to my chest as my heart beats faster. 

“It’s okay, love. I’ve missed you so much,” she says softly, tucking a few pieces of stray hair behind my ear. And, just like that, we were back in each other’s embrace, making up for the lost time we were apart. Catching up, we spent the whole afternoon discussing everything that happened since our falling out. She showed me the emerald jewellery set Jimin gifted her for their 1 year anniversary and the pictures they took following their celebration. They looked so happy that I couldn’t stop smiling. If they ever break up then I’ll know that love isn’t real, because in my eyes they were destined for each other. No one understands Jiah better than Jimin and no one cares so deeply for Jimin more than Jiah. Simply put, they’re soul mates. 

Feeling lightheaded from all the tears we’ve cried, I suggested we go out to grab some late lunch, or early dinner before going on a walk around campus. Jiah was quick to agree as she changed into some jeans and a hoodie before grabbing her purse and keys. Stopping by my dorm, I quickly touched up my makeup in hopes of not scaring innocent civilians from the aftermath of my mental breakdown. And, as we rode the elevator down to the main lobby, Jiah and I were inseparable once again. That is until my eyes widened at the sight of Jungkook standing by his car, shuffling in place to keep himself warm.  

“Oh? Jungkook? What’s wrong?” I stutter, worried eyes searching his. 

“Sorry Jiah, but could I steal her from you?” he asks softly, as Jiah's face turns to mine. Hiding the way her chin was trembling, she didn't know how to reply before taking a deep breath. 

“Call me when you get back?” she nods, separating her hand from mine as I pull her into a hug.  

“I’ll bring you some pastry from the new shop Tae recommended,” I say with a reassuring smile before waving her goodbye. Making sure she got in safely, my eyes turned back to look at Jungkook’s bunny smile. 

“How did you know I was here?” I ask with a skeptical tone, slowly making my way towards the car. 

“You really don’t think I pay attention, huh?” he says teasingly before opening the passenger door. 

“You mean to tell me that you’ve memorized my schedule?” I scoff, looking up at his softened gaze. 

“Pretty much,” he replies with a grin, leaning onto the door frame before caressing my cheek with the back of his palm. 

“Hey, were you crying?” Jungkook asks, concerned, as I cover my red cheeks with my hair. Way to not be obvious, Mira! I guess, my attempt to hide the fact that I’ve been sobbing for hours failed miserably since he managed to notice it after one glance. 

“Oh, yeah, it’s nothing. I promise,” I shake my head with a soft smile before looking back up at his worried eyes. 

“Mira, you know you can always talk to me, right?” his words are followed by a deep sigh as he crouched down before my still form. 

“Of course, I know that, Koo,” I manage to let out a giggle, patting his head in hopes of making him feel at least somewhat at ease. In all honesty, however, I knew that he wasn’t fully convinced, but I also didn’t necessarily hate that. Because a small part of me hoped that maybe, his curiosity would somehow help him regain the memories he once lost.

“Anyways, where are you taking me this time?” I try to change the subject, as his eyes look back at mine. 

“I need your help,” he replies, buckling my seat belt before heading to the driver’s side. 

“May I know with what?” 

“A song. A love song,” his voice is abrupt, but still layered with tease. 

“I beg your pardon, a love song? Jungkook If you think I’m going to sedate you with some vocals then you are greatly mistaken,” I scoff with my arms folded in front of my burning chest. A love song? As if seeing him again isn’t hard enough. Now, he is giving me yet another reason to cry at night. 

“Shhhh, I’ll explain everything when we get there, just sit back and relax,” he assures me with a sly wink. 

“Mmhhm,” I nod, loosening up the seatbelt before crossing my arms over my chest. Navigating through all the turns, my mind is trying to piece together our destination, until we finally stop at a brick building near the campus gymnasium. 

“Koo, where are we?” I ask cautiously, scanning the premises as he opens the passenger door. 

“It’s a studio my buddy owns. Don’t worry the inside looks more welcoming than the outside,” Jungkook grins, locking the car as we make our way up the stairs.

“Be careful here, they’re still under construction,” he points to a hole in the wooden floor, grabbing my hand as I tip-toe behind him.

“Right, and this buddy of yours, you know how?” 

“He used to produce for the band the guys and I were in. The Bulletproof Boys,” he replies proudly until I burst into a cackle, which promptly faded the smile on his face. I couldn’t help it, I was still not over the first time he mentioned the infamous band name. The Bulletproof Boys. Peak comedy if you ask me. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing with you,” I try to regain my composure looking at his pouty lips. 

“I’m not laughing,”

“Okay, then I’m laughing at you,” I tease again, poking his side as he opens the door to what seemed like a small recording studio.  

“Hey, guys! Come on in,” a man’s voice welcomes us into the dimly lit room. 

“Hi hyung, thank you again,” Jungkook shakes his hand, before looking back at my flustered face. I’m usually not as awkward but something about being in a room with a stranger, Jungkook, and a hypothetical love song just did not sit well with me. 

“This is Mira, she’s going to be our female lead,” Jungkook smiles, giving me a sly wink. A lead? I really do hope he is kidding. Is today April Fool's or something? Where are the cameras? 

“Sounds good to me, who wants to go first?” the man asks the both of us, as I try my best to avoid his eye contact. Fiddling with my thumbs, Jungkook could sense that I was becoming more and more uncomfortable. So, he suggested that we go in together since it is my first time doing something like this after all. 

“Just follow me okay?” he says softly, helping me put on the headphones before handing me the lyric sheet.

“Alright, let’s just see how the melody plays out, okay? Jungkook, if you want to jump in with your vocals now, by all means. But, Mira, you can just use this take as practice. I want you to get comfortable with the lyrics,” the producer explains, giving me a thumbs up as I nod okay. 

Following Koo’s lead I tried to mumble the words under my breath, getting the feel of the song. And, to my and probably everyone’s surprise, everything was going somewhat okay? We were able to finish recording the intro in under an hour and have just gotten to the pre-chorus. After some practice, I was beginning to feel capable of managing this project, until my ears were pierced with a sudden “I love you,” projecting from Jungkook’s microphone. 

“Oh?” I let out a loud gasp, covering my mouth as my eyes shot up at his form across the booth. Searching my flushed face, he grins, pointing to the lyric sheet on my stand. Furrowing my eyebrows I begin scanning the lines with my finger, realising that he was singing one of the adlibs. However, what came after almost made me sick. Suddenly, it all felt a bit too real. Shutting my eyes, I tried to regain my composure, and within a second, I was back in that hospital room, sitting across from Koo’s frail body as his thumb caressed my palms. 

“I love you, Mira. I’ve been loving you this whole time,” his sweet words played in my head, as tears rolled down my face. Feeling the knot in my throat, I was practically screaming, but nothing came out. I couldn't do it, not then and not now. I couldn’t say the words he desperately deserved to hear. And just like that, I was back in the booth, only this time, my heaving body was plopped on the floor surrounded by both Jungkook and his producer. But, before they could ask me anything, I rushed out of the room, virtually sprinting towards the nearest washroom, where I hoped to lock myself from the outside world. Closing my eyes, all I could see were the replays of that scene before they were suddenly interrupted by the knocking on the stall door.

“Mira! Mira, open up, it’s me,” Jungkook’s voice is heavy, almost breathless. 

“Are you in the women’s washroom?” I yelp in disbelief, wiping the tears off of my face. 

“There’s no one here, come out, please,” he pleads softly, moving back as I slowly open the door. Lowering my gaze, I fold my arms over my chest before leaning back on the stall as if I didn’t just pass out in front of him. Taking a deep breath, I tried to explain myself before feeling his arms wrap around my shoulders as our bodies melted into a tight hug. Oh, Koo, if only you knew how much I missed your warm embrace. 

“Mira, please tell me what’s wrong,” Jungkook whispers, burying his face in the curve of my neck, as I feel his breath on my skin. 

“Koo, I told you, I’m fine,” I managed to lie, placing my hands on his shoulders to create at least some distance. 

“Fine? You dropped to the floor and were unresponsive,” he shouts, furrowing his eyebrows from frustration as his hands grab mine. 

“I … I think my period is coming soon. The days before are always killer,” I explain, trying to convince the both of us, before feeling his worried gaze search my scattering eyes. 

“Your period?” he confirms. 

“Mmhm,” I give him a few nods, feeling his grip on my hands slowly loosen. Tucking the stray hair behind my ear, Jungkook leans closer, tracing the trail of dried tears on my face before letting out a soft sigh. 

“Okay, I believe you. I’ll always believe you, Mira,”

Please, don't.

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Don't Get Attached | Drabble Series

"I don't do that sharing shit,"

Gulping down my 3rd? 4th? Or, maybe 5th shot? I mean, it clearly really doesn’t matter anymore as I’ve already lost count of the amount of alcohol I’ve consumed tonight. Mom, Dad, I’m so sorry, but it was either this or my crippling anxiety taking over my senses in the form of a meltdown somewhere in the corner of the neon lights. With the new school year beginning, a tide of frat parties has unleashed its wrath, inviting everyone who has ever stepped foot on campus. See, I’m usually not one to fall for such a trap, but my friends decided it was “good for me”. Whatever that means. At this point, though, it's hard to decipher their logic when my own slowly dissipates into thin air. 

Nonetheless, here I was, against my own will, in a sparkly halter top and some knee-high leather boots. Hey, I might be anxious but at least I look good. And, no, I didn’t dress up for anyone. Believe it or not, girls like to feel good for themselves and not the male gaze. Shocker. 

Unfortunately, attention was caught, and not the good kind as from the corner of my eye I saw a shadow slowly approaching my influenced self, dancing carelessly to the hip-hop throwbacks blasting through the living room speakers. The closer they got, the more I had to squint to barely make out their face since the lights in the room became more dim, almost rivaling the same ambiance of an underground cave. However, although we were still relatively distant from one another, the stench of alcohol in his system was enough to invoke a sense of disturbance in me. With a panting breath, I took a few steps back, trying to excuse myself from the dilemma before suddenly feeling his hands on my waist. 

“Hey get …” I snapped, my helpless cry cut short by the presence of another body coming in between us. Hiding behind his broad shoulders, I could no longer see the drunk head that almost monopolized my body, but merely heard the exchange of a few words between the two before Mr. X turned his attention back to my furrowed brows. 

“There you are, baby,” he says slowly with a sly smile before placing a soft peck on my forehead. Flinching from the sensation of his chains on my cheek, I press my palms on his chest to create some distance between us. Great, it seems like I was “saved” from a guy with bad intentions by another guy with bad intentions. 

“Baby?” I chuckle from the sheer disbelief. Who does he think he is? This better be some kind of a joke. Where are the cameras?

“Hmm, is my sweet girl still mad?” his voice is soft, but the smirk on his face is anything but that.

“Wha … what are you on?” I can’t help but yelp, trying to push his tattooed arms off of me until he pulls us closer, boycotting any hints of personal space to whisper something in my ear. 

“I suggest you play along if you want him to leave,” he hushes, pressing his chest closer to my burning body, natural with his touch as his hands innocently caress my curls. Focusing on the man behind him, I could feel my chest tighten, palms getting moist from the nerves kicking in. Is he trying to suggest I play along with his act of being my boyfriend? 

“Not mad, just missed you,” I whisper back into his ear before kissing his cheek as I proceed to fall into character. Tracing my hands down his back, my gaze is focused on the mischievous smirk forming on the man’s face before he takes another sip of his beer and slowly trails off into the crowd. Glancing back once in a while to confirm our act. 

“Thanks,” I sigh in relief, stumbling on my heels as my hands immediately let go of his. Scanning the room, my only wish is to find my friends and leave this shit show of a party. That is until my thoughts are interrupted by Mr. X’s sudden change of manner.  

“That’s it? That’s all I get?” he chuckles, fixing the chains on his neck as his gaze lowers to my lips. 

“Hmm? You’re kidding, right?” I gulp down the hesitation to scream before reaching for my purse as if the only belongings I kept in there weren’t my lip gloss and 3 sticks of gum. 

“I saved you, didn’t I?” his voice is firmer this time, stepping closer to place his right hand on my back before it hits the wall. Once again caged behind those broad shoulders, only this time my fear doesn’t stem from the man behind us but the one standing in front of me. I knew this was too good to be true. 

“What do you want?” I hesitate to ask, before looking up at his darkened orbs. Pathetic. 

“What do you offer?” he leans closer, thumb caressing my flushed cheek. 

“Do I look like a fucking Facebook Marketplace to you? Get off of me, before I scream,” I slap his hand trying to escape his grip on my waist, which, unfortunately, tightened with each of my attempts.

“Scream all you want, love, and while you’re at it, maybe try saying Jungkook, just so I know how you sound calling out my name,” he teases, nibbling on his lip ring. 

“I hope you rot in hell, Jung…” my comeback is abrupt as he leans in for a kiss, almost too naturally, which just fuels my assumption of his playboy acts. Again, pathetic. 

“Sorry, I thought he was coming back,” Jungkook winks with a sly smirk before tucking a few stray hairs behind my ear. The fact that he is so pushy and gentle at the same time blows my mind. Have I not just been assaulted? Or, it is fine because he said sorry? 

“Do you often kiss strangers?” is all that I manage to let out despite the burning desire in my stomach that’s been wanting to punch him this whole time. 

“Just the pretty ones,” he whispers in my ear, nibbling on the soft skin before covering the evident cleavage peeking through my halter top. 

“Don’t even think about it,” I snap, moving his face back to meet my furrowed gaze as his hands interlock with mine. 

“Relax gorgeous, I’m not a total dickhead. But, you still owe me one,”

--

Days have passed since the chaos at the frat party, and I'm still trying to rinse myself free of the hands that were on me. My God, what a night. Never again, and that's a promise.

Ding Dong Ding Dong

My thoughts, as always, are flying at the speed of light but come to a sudden hault when I'm greeted by my project partner for the 300 level microbiology class I've enrolled in. To say that I absolutely despise this class would be somewhat of a downplay because I quite literally hate it with all of my body. And don't even get me started on the lab portion of it, I mean, talk about disappointment. So, you could only imagine my relief when my lab coordinator paired me up with Jaehyun, an Honors Microbio major. Literally hit the jackpot with this one!

“Oh, hey y/n!” Jaehyun waves with a soft smile, welcoming me in.

“Hi! Listen, I know I’m early, but it was my first time driving here, and I …” I burst out, explaining every minor detail that led up to my arrival.

“Chill there, buttercup, you're fine! I was just about to quickly shower, though, so would you mind waiting max 10 mins.” he closes the door behind me, taking my cardigan and leading us to the kitchen. To be honest, I was so nervous to meet this guy that I left my dorm almost 20 minutes earlier than planned, in fear of hitting traffic. See, Jaehyun is a very put-together student and clearly lives pretty comfortably in terms of finances. So, I didn't want to make a fool out of myself by getting lost in the rich neighborhood that I'm sure is taxing the amount of air I’m currently breathing.

“Of course! Don't mine me at all, I'll just sit right here and start making the template for our lab report,” I assure with a nervous smile, unpacking my backpack.

“Okay, do you want anything? We can order pizza later, but can I get you something to drink?” Jaehyun asks from the pantry room, rummaging through the cooler fridge.

“Oh, whatever you have is fine. I'm not picky,” I reply, watching him bring out 3 different kinds of sodas.

“You can choose, or even have all of them,” he chuckles, placing the drinks on the table with a bowl of dried banana chips on the side. Making sure I was comfortable, he grabbed his phone before heading upstairs.

“Just scream if you need anything,” his voice echoes from the staircase as the bathroom door shuts closed.

Replying with a nod, I scan the room filled with marble countertop and beautiful greenery. The house is too big for Jaehyun to live alone, so I'm assuming his parents are still here as well. Although, I have yet to see one picture of other residents or even Jaehyun himself. The only accessory on the fridge is an Iron Man magnet attached to a little note that says “Busan Boys”. Okay?

Shaking my head, I snap out of my Nancy Drew episode and get back to working on the report. Until my attention is once again sidetracked by a tiny Polaroid on the second shelf of the dining cabinet. Hesitating to get up, I eventually fall victim to my own curiosity, trying to get a glimpse of the mystery photo.

“Jeez, why are these shelves so high,” I grunt, huffing and puffing for air as I stand on my tippy-toes.

“Let me get that for you,” a male voice sends goosebumps down my back as his hand goes over mine. Before even turning around, my eyes widened at the sight of his tattoos. The ones I first noticed that night at the frat party.

“It's you. What are you doing here?” I yelp with my chest heaving up as my back presses against the countertop by the weight of his form.

“What a weird way of saying hello,” Jungkook smirks, handing me the Polaroid of him and Jaehyun at the grand entrace of our university.

“You and Jaehyun are related?” I try to hush my shock, but it's evident that the dots are not connecting. How can someone so calm and gentle like Jaehyun be associated with a walking playboy like Jungkook? I mean one of them has to adopted. Right?

“Shocker, I know.” he scoffs, leaning closer before tucking a few hair strands behind my ear.

“Y/N! Is everything alright down there?” Jaehyun yells from the bathroom, trying to outscream the sound of the hairdryer. Looking up at Jungkook’s amused gaze, my own furrows before reassuring Jaehyun that I'm fine.

“Y/n, huh?” he chuckles, moving in closer before our lips are inches apart as his one hand trails my side.

“Get off of me or else I'll scream,” I snap, trying to push his chest, which only makes him enjoy this more.

“You love to scream, don’t you? But, don't you think you should change first?” his tone suddenly changes before locking his eyes with mine.

“Why should I change?” I ask before flinching from the cold sensation of Coke spraying all over my white tank top. This idiot has been shaking the can this whole time, plotting his schemes to embarrass me some more

“Jungkook, what the fuck are you doing?” I yell, hitting his back as he throws my restless body over his shoulder.

“It's okay, love, no need to feel embarrassed. Accidents happen,” he assures teasingly, rubbing my back for support.

“Fuck you, put me down now,” I demand before my body plops onto the soft mattress as he locks the door behind us. Turning back, Jungkook's expression eases, scanning my teary eyes.

“I'm not afraid of you,” I whisper, scooting back with every step he takes.

“I'm glad,” he smirks, hovering over my frame as his chains dangle inches away. Gulping down the nerves, I could feel my chest heave up as his hooded gaze drops to my lips.

“Can I?” Jungkook softly whispers, naive to his request under the circumstances that he has already put me.

“Do I really have a choice?” I scoff, almost letting out a chuckle from the sheer arrogance.

“Good point,” he mumbles, leaning in for a kiss. Soft with his touch, his hand caresses my cheek before I finally cave in and kiss him back. Was I possessed by another spirit? We will never know. Will I regret this? Probably.

“I'm cold,” I whimper, shivering from the cold residue sticking to my skin.

“I'm sorry, love, here, let me take this off of you,” he replies, nibbling on his lip ring before moving the tank top just enough to see my belly piercing. Shaking his head with a sly smirk, Jungkook places a trail of kisses up my stomach before reaching the fabric of my bra.

“Please don’t look,” I stop his hands, glancing up at his dark orbs as he replies with a gentle nod before rummaging through his closet.

“Put this on,” he says, handing me a grey hoodie with his initials on it. JJK.

“Aren't you going to turn around?” I ask with a furrowed look, scooting up so my back is against the headrest.

“Do you want me to?” he teases, inching closer before we both stop as the sound of Jaehyun's steps gets more prominent.

“Shit, I need to go,” I snap, quickly changing into his hoodie before fixing my hair.

“Relax, he may look smart, but he is actually quite dim,” Jungkook scoffs, nibbling on his lip ring as my back hits the door. Placing each hand on my side, he leans closer, eyes focused on mine.

“Why are you so nervous, anyway? Do you like him?” he asks with a raspy voice, waiting for my reply.

“No, we're just lab partners. But …”

“Good. I don't do that sharing shit,” Jungkook is quick with his reply, giving me a teasing wink as our lips touch for the last time.

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Dear Koo | Teaser

➪ Pairing: penpal Jungkook x female reader 

➪ Synopsis: Dear Koo is an advice column for all of y/n's confessions, questions, and delusions. A safe haven for her inevitable cries for help as she navigates through adulthood. Who is the lucky know-it-all on the other side of the line, you might ask? Well, it's none other than Mr. Jeon Jungkook, the president of the Lovers Club and the boy who had cared for her since their diaper days. After moving abroad for his studies, Jungkook vowed to keep in touch by creating this submission box. "I'm just one Dear Koo away, y/n,"

➪ Genre: platonic relationship, fluff, childhood best friends, coming-of-age

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"I'd rip anything off you,"

“Y/n, are you still mad at me?” Junkook’s breathless voice echoes in the men’s washroom as the two of you exit the tiny stall. Chest heaving up, you run your fingers through your curls before wiping the smeared lipstick off of your face. 

“Why would I be? Mhm? I looove the sight of my ripped dress on the dirty floor,” you scoff, rolling your eyes as your arms fold over your chest which was left covered by the mere fabric of the lacy bra. Just a few minutes ago, you were so immersed in the pleasure of Jungkook’s slender fingers that it took you a good second to realize why you could suddenly feel the cool breeze all over your body. 

“To be fair, I’d rip anything off you,” he says softly, hands inching closer to your waist as his broad shoulders cage your form under him. Arms on either side of you, he leans closer, tilting his head to the side to meet your furrowed gaze before noticing the goosebumps covering your soft skin. 

“Koo …” you whisper, placing your hands on his blazer as his sly smirk slowly softens looking down at your doe eyes. It doesn’t take much for him to fold, just the innocence in your gaze is enough of a motive for him to lift your body onto the countertop. And, as your legs naturally spread apart, the tiny space between you two welcomes him in, as if reserved solely for his touch. 

“I’m sorry baby, you know I don’t do too well with sundresses,” Jungkook mumbles, tucking a few stray curls behind your ear before giving your pouty lips a quick peck. 

“Well, now what? I’m literally naked,” you chuckle from the disbelief, leaning back on the stained mirror. For some context, tonight is your friend’s big gallery exhibition and Jungkook was supposed to be your plus one. But now, it seems like the only exhibition the two of you came to watch is your own mirror sex. To be quite frank, you’re not even sure how it all escalated to this. One second the two of you were arguing about who was more artistically gifted and the next you watched him pin your arms over your head as his thrusts gradually increased in speed. 

“Fine by me. Just the way I like it,” Jungkook says with a grin, nibbling on his lip rings as his eyes scan his favourite canvas. 

“Koo, I’m serious. I can’t go out like this in front of all our friends,” you snap him out of it before slightly pushing him off of you. 

“Here, put this on,” he says, handing you his blazer. “Now, we’re even,” a teasing chuckle escapes his parted lips as he unbuttons his black dress shirt, exposing his sculpted chest and the silver chain that would usually dangle over you. 

“I’m not sure how this is supposed to help us hide the fact that we just fucked,” 

“Who said I wanted to hide it?” Jungkook replies with a sly wink before opening the door, eyes following your every move as his blazer covered just enough of your skin to eliminate possible suspicion. As far as everyone else is concerned, this is a fashion statement. 

“I would lay you down on top of this piano if you’d let me. Listen to the echoes of your pretty moans bounce off the brick walls, giving these people the pleasure of some real live music,” the sound of his raspy voice dragging behind shifts your attention back to your needy boyfriend as you turn around to see him manspreading on the wooden piano bench. 

“What an intriguing offer, unfortunately, all you do is talk, pretty boy,” you tease, as the sound of your heels inching closer to him adds to the heated tension. 

“Don’t do that, y/n,” 

“Do what?” 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” his hooded eyes shoot up, hands tracing circles on your exposed thighs. 

“I think I’ll be just fine,” 

“I know you will. I’m more concerned about myself. When it comes to you I seem to lose all control,” 

“Oh? I’m sorry?” you attempt to act shocked, blinking your naive eyes as to create an image of pure innocence. 

“No, you’re not,” Jungkook scoffs, jerking his head back, and pulling you onto his lap as your lips rest inches apart. 

“I’m not. I like the taste of dominance,” you give into a quick peck before straddling his thighs, earning a slight hiss.  

“And, I like the taste of you. To each their own, I guess,” Jungkook mumbles the last part before pulling you into a deep kiss. Tongues fighting for the said dominance, the space between your heaving bodies is no longer apparent. And, as your hands trail up his warm chest you could feel him smirk into the kiss, his grip tightening around your waist.

“Koo,” you manage to let out a hitched breath before cupping his face which was busy leaving trails of purple marks on your collarbone. 

“Do we have to go back? We can put on our own show at home. I’ll be the artist and you can be my muse, mhm? How does that sound?” he virtually pleads, eyes sparkling under the dim lights of the hall. 

“No way one sundress got you this needy,” you can’t help but giggle, gaze softening at his vulnerable state.  

“You could walk out wearing a sack of potatoes and I’d still beg on my knees,” 

“What will you do if we break up?” you ask hushedly, caressing his soft hair. 

“Oh, there’s no breaking up, baby. I’m too consumed now,” Jungkook grins, sneaking his hands under your blazer before earning a soft yelp from your parted lips. 

“And what if I’m not?” you say teasingly, slowly straddling your hips back and forth, innocent eyes locked on his darkened gaze. Of course, you are, but what’s the fun in admitting your weakness? 

“You’re not?” he asks, smirking at the way your mouth slights parts as his thumb rubs circles over your throbbing heat. You might be his weakness but you also stand no chance when his possessive side takes over. 

“I said if,” you whisper, chest heaving up from the suffocating tension. 

“I’ll make sure you are. Make sure you’re mine,”

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I have a personal vendetta against tenses in writing bc riddle me this, I was halfway through an idea before realizing that one part is written in past tense while the other is in the present -_-