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Parachute {5}

Summary: Jungkook would do whatever to keep you safe.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff. Mafia!AU, Gang!AU.

Wordcount: 4.4K

Warnings: Swearing, Angry JK.

A/N: hello friends ! I hope you're having a great day ~ so here is the second last chapter 🤧 I hope you guys enjoy it and let me know what you think or if you have any questions and requests? That would be great ! Anyways read on and have a nice day ! Enjoy 💜

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“Where is she?” you hear Jungkook say as your hand hovers over the door knob.

You furrow your brows, as you listen.

“Hyung! Where is Y/N?” he shouts and you flinch at the force of his voice and a thud.

On the other side of the door in the dark lit living room, Jungkook had grabbed Taehyung by the collar.

“What did you say to her !?” Jungkook growls and the man just absent mindedly stares at the younger one’s fury contorted face. The other men in the room do nothing, it’s as if it’s a sight they are used to seeing.

“Jungkook calm down, maybe she just-" Jimin finally tries to calm Jungkook down, attempting to place a comforting hand on his shoulder but Jungkook immediately whips around and has his hand tight around Jimin’s neck, veins bulging out as he tightened his grip by the second.

Jimin places his hand over Jungkook's larger one but doesn't attempt to stop him as he just stares at his friend looking as calm as ever even though his breathing slowly got weaker.

“Jungkook.” Seokjin called out as he carefully tried to approach the angry teen, knowing damn well he could snap Jimin’s neck if he felt violated even a little.

“Jungkook. Enough.” Namjoon bellows, finally taking over the tense air.

Usually Jungkook would back down because he had an unmatched amount of respect for Namjoon more than anyone in the world.

But not today, instead he faces him, a twisted smile on his face as he approaches him, merely inches away from his face. It seems that Jungkook has matured too much, almost at the height to look at Namjoon straight in the eye, challenging and taunting him.

“Jungkook.” Hoseok warns but Jungkook doesn't listen.

This is not good.

You grab the door knob and twist it at the deafening silent from the other side, you step in ready to run into the scene and attempt to hold Jungkook back but someone speaks up and you halt in your motion.

“Kid, you better sit your fucking ass down.”

The whole room goes silent.

It was Yoongi, sat on the couch with his arm over his eyes.

He is successful in shifting Jungkook's attention. But you fear that things are only going to get worse as Jungkook approaches the man they thought had fallen fast asleep in midst of the argument.

“I’m not a fucking kid anymore.” Jungkook sneers as he looks down at the older man.

“Yes you are. You’re acting like one.” Yoongi says as he doesn’t flinch from his position.

“If none of you don't tell me where the fuck is Y/N,” he threats , voice raised slightly.

Yoongi sighs before getting up.

“Maybe she fucking ran away.” Yoongi shrugs as he looks at the youngest member who hovered over him, big and tall, but he wasn’t afraid or faltered by it, because he knew at the end of the day, Jungkook was soft and childlike inside, in all the good and bad ways.

“Yoongi.” Seokjin warns but the man doesn’t back down.

“You're fucking lying.” Jungkook spits as he clenches his fist.

“Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not. It doesn’t matter. When she’s with you act like a baby and when she’s not with you, you act like one too. Not only that, you've lied to her Jungkook. Don't you think she has plenty reasons to leave?” Yoongi laughs dryly. All Jungkook sees is red as his nostrils flare. He is fuming.

“Yoongi that’s enough.” Hoseok warns as he come a to grab Yoongi by the forearm and pull him away.

Yoongi sighs as he walks past Jungkook, nudging his shoulder as he yawns.

Just then he notices you and stops.

He looks at you with lazy eyes and you glare at him, looking away as you made your way to Jungkook.

“Jungkook,” you call out while his back faces you as you hold his hand and his eyes go wide when he turns around to face you and you swear the whole room erupts into sighs of relief.

“Y/N, where were you?” he breathes out desperately as he cups your cheek in his hands.

“It’s okay I’m here now,” you smile at him and he sighs, pulling you into a tight hug.

“I swear I thought you left,” Jungkook confesses against the crook of your neck and you hold him tighter.

“No, I’m here Jungkook. I'm here.” You say as you rub down his sweat wet back.

The members slowly disperse and head to their own rooms, Jimin and Taehyung the last few ones.

You felt bad for Taehyung, he seemed so down and hurt despite how emotionless he tried to make his face seem, and you could see it. You need to get them to make up.

When the room is empty with just the two of you, you pull away and he reluctantly gets his head off your shoulder.

“Jungkook,” you sigh as you wipe away the beads of sweat on his forehead.

“You’ve not even recovered yet and you’re out here trying to fight your brothers?”

Jungkook looks to the floor and pouts, immediately making your heart churn but you need to be strict with him.

“I'm sorry,” he says with a low voice and seeing him like this, you can’t believe that he was the same person who was on the verge of beating up the people he had grown up with.

“Its okay,” you smile weakly as you pet the top of his head and he looks at you through his lashes making you giggle.

“Let's get you to bed.” You say as you take his hand and guide him to the room.

When you get there you wait for him to lay in bed before taking a seat on where you were previously sat.

“Why aren't you sleeping in bed with me?” Jungkook asks with a subtle pout and you let out a low laugh, actually feeling tired and sleepy but you can’t sleep now.

“Because, I need you to recover quick. I’m very sure that you'll find a way to cuddle with me even while you're sleeping. You won't heal as quick as you do, you need space Jungkook.” You explain and he furrows his brows as he purses his lips and squints his eyes.

“What?” you laugh at his sceptical expression.

“ I won’t try to cuddle with you.” He says seriously and you raise a brow.

“Are you sure?” you ask as you tilt your head and cock a brow, he nods hardly, pieces of his hair falling into his eyes and it almost makes you agree with no hesitation.

“I don’t know Jungkook...” You trail off as you think of just how hard it is for him to keep his hands to himself every single time. A gun shot wound definitely won't stop him.

“Please,” he pleads and the way his voice cracks slightly and his eyes get glassy makes you immediately give in. He looked like a little broken child.

You get up the chair and plop yourself to the other side of the bed.

Jungkook turns to face you and you gently place your hand on his cheek.

The both of you stare into each others eyes for awhile. Your lazy gaze against his wide eyes, showing no sign of sleep what so ever.

“Y/N?” he calls and you hum.

“I’m sorry about how I acted with the hyungs. I know you don’t like it.” He confesses, suddenly avoiding your gaze and you notice the specks of red that colour his cheeks under the soft silver light from the moon in the dark room.

“Its okay baby,” you smile as you run your thumb up and down his cheek. “ Just talk it out with them tomorrow, okay?”

You barely see him nod through your blurry vision, slumber beginning to take over.

The silence that fills the room the following moments allow you to fall half asleep before Jungkook speaks up again.

“Y/N, what happened when you were being held captive? D-did da-, my father or his men do anything to you?”

You stay silent for a while, mind a little slow as you try to think of a ‘good' answer or to give him.

“They didn't do anything, they just hand cuffed me.” You practically tell some of the truth.

“That’s it?”

“Yes, Jungkook.” You smile lazily and you can almost see him sigh in relief through your lids.

The room goes silent again and you are basically asleep until Jungkook speaks again.

“Y/N, if you ever decide to leave me. I'll understand. This life that I’ve choosen, it isn’t for everyone and I want you to live your best life out there without being afraid, I don’t want to hold you down because of this. J-just, if you ever want to leave. Don’t just go, let me know please. I promise I'll let you go.”

You don’t respond.

“Y/N?” Jungkook calls as he brings his face closer to yours to see if you were asleep.

You bring your head closer to his , close enough to peck his lips.

Jungkook looks at you stunned as you fall back into your pillow and adjust yourself.

“I won't leave you silly. Now shut up and go to sleep.” You joke with a sleepy grin and he smiles.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He says, breath fanning your face and blowing through your lashes.

“Goodnight, Jungkook,”.

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You wake up before Jungkook. Or so you thought you did.

You had spent what felt like a few minutes but could've been hours admiring his face.

You brush off a piece of his hair to reveal his forehead, his perfect hairline. You run light fingers over his thick dark brows, down the slope of his nose and it's round tip, lightly grazing his Cupid’s bow, his lips that were slightly parted, warm breathe fanning your finger tips.

You admire the little mole under his lip that you love so much, absent mindedly smiling as your fingers linger a little longer there before trailing down.

You bring your fingers down his chin, there's a slight arousing tug on the expanse of his skin as you feel his slight stubble but you push it away, carefully tracing his Adams Apple and then bringing your fingers to trace his collar bones.

You trail down his chest down to his sternum, the skin below wrapped in a bandage.

In this morning light, you can see his scars on his shoulders and torso a lot more clearer, for some reason this morning they seemed very much more darker and present, alive.

You stop your movements as you realise where he could've gotten the scars, many of them having already been there before he joined your gym.

When Jungkook notices the shift in the air and opens his eyes to see you looking woefully depressed, he realises it’s time to let you know he’s awake.

“Hey,” he smiles as he place his hand over yours on his chest.

“Hey,” you smile back as you sniffle.

“Were you crying?” he asks in concern with knitted brows and you shake your head while you laugh and sit up.

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You wake up before Jungkook. Or so you thought you did.

You had spent what felt like a few minutes but could've been hours admiring his face.

You brush off a piece of his hair to reveal his forehead, his perfect hairline. You run light fingers over his thick dark brows, down the slope of his nose and it's round tip, lightly grazing his Cupid’s bow, his lips that were slightly parted, warm breathe fanning your finger tips.

You admire the little mole under his lip that you love so much, absent mindedly smiling as your fingers linger a little longer there before trailing down.

You bring your fingers down his chin, there's a slight arousing tug on the expanse of his skin as you feel his slight stubble but you push it away, carefully tracing his Adams Apple and then bringing your fingers to trace his collar bones.

You trail down his chest down to his sternum, the skin below wrapped in a bandage.

In this morning light, you can see his scars on his shoulders and torso a lot more clearer, for some reason this morning they seemed very much more darker and present, alive.

You stop your movements as you realise where he could've gotten the scars, many of them having already been there before he joined your gym.

When Jungkook notices the shift in the air and opens his eyes to see you looking woefully depressed, he realises it’s time to let you know he’s awake.

“Hey,” he smiles as he place his hand over yours on his chest.

“Hey,” you smile back as you sniffle.

“Were you crying?” he asks in concern with knitted brows and you shake your head while you laugh and sit up.

“Just got some dust in my nose I think.” You say as rub your nose and Jungkook chuckles.

“How long have you been awake?” you ask as you squint at him suspicious.

“Since before you to be honest.” He confesses and you gape at him in disbelief.

“Oh my god, I was literally gawking at you while you were asleep but you were actually awake,” you say embarrassed as you cover your heated face any Jungkook chuckles as he tries to get up.

You keep your hands odd your face when you hear him groan in pain and immediately rush to him.

“Jungkook are you-" you begin, voice laced with concern but them he suddenly begins laughing at you as he clutches his band aid stomach.

“I hope you know you’re a little piece of shit,” You roll your eyes before getting up, ready to leave the room but he grabs your hand just as your feet touch the ground and pulls you onto his lap.

You fake a pout as your cross your arms over your chest and Jungkook gasps as he places a hand over his chest.

“You're so damn cute.”

A blush immediately creeps onto your cheek as you break your gaze and smile.

Jungkook laughs, satisfied by your reaction as he lightly pinches your nose and you can’t help but giggle.

You stop when you look up and see Jungkook staring at you, an unreadable expression on his face making you shift on his lap.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks and your eyes shoot open, taken aback.

“Yeah sure,” you smile as you recompose yourself.

He inches in slowly, his soft lips pecking yours as if to test the waters, and fully moulding your pair with his,  slow and soft but still needy and desperate.

Arms come to circle around your waist and pull you closer, close enough for you to know how the morning would go.

“Jungkook,” you gasp when he begins trailing kisses down your jaw, your core hovering above his morning wood. You should've known.

“Jungkook.” You sat firmly this time, placing your hand on his chest and trying to keep as much a distance Jungkook's arms around your waist would let you, which wasn’t much because his warm breath that fanned your heated face was intoxicating, clouding your decisions.

Jungkook pouts and you sigh.

“Jungkook, you're injured remember? We can’t do this this morning,” you try to reason but Jungkook wasn’t having it.

“Come on Y/N,” he smirks, nose brushing against yours as one hand let’s go of your waist and comes caress your cheek, goose bumps rising over the skin he had grazed.

“Tell me to stop.” He breathes out, lips brushing yours as his hand trails down and begins unbuttoning your top, enticingly slow, but you don’t tell him to stop, instead a pool of anticipation builds up inside of you as he reaches the final button.

He stops, looking for any disapproval in your eyes before crashing your lips  once again and finally opening the last button.

You automatically wrap your arms around his neck, your bare chest pressing against his but you are careful not to inflict any sort of pressure onto Jungkook's wound.

Your hand trails down his torso slowly as you tilt your head to the side and allow Jungkook more access to suckle on the skin on your collarbone, making you wince in pleasure.

Your hand rests on his waist band, so close to where is most desperate for you.

“You're such a tease,” Jungkook chuckles and you smirk before reaching down and palming his hard bulge through his pants.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, hips bucking into your hand.

“What do you want you me to do?”  you lean down purr into his ears, at that Jungkook's hand squeeze a your behind and you giggle.

“Ride me ,” he smirks as he pushes a piece of your hair behind your ear.

Your hand finds its way  into his sweatpants, hands wrapping around his length and you smirk at how affected he is already, abdomen tight and tense, a light sheen of sweat over his tan skin.

You finally take his angry and hard lenght out of the constraint of his sweatpants and look up at him.

The sight of him, bottom lip trapped in between his teeth, brows furrowed as he looked down at you with hazy dark eyes is more than enough to cause you to shamelessly drop in between your thighs.

You stroke his member a few times, using your thumb to spread the precum that seeps out of the tip around his head before stroking him again.

Once he is properly lubricated, you lift your behind from his lap, pushing your panties aside as you to her over his length.

Just when you are about to sink down into him his hands abruptly come to hold your hips, stopping your movement.

“Jungkook, what's the matter ?”you furrow your brows, the amount of self control he tried to display bot fooling you because of how hard he was and how in pain he seemed to be, and still he was trying to stop you.

“Are you on the pill?” he asks and you look at his concerned expression in disbelief before laughing.

“Of course Jungkook,” you say as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Okay,” he says shyly, a light red tint colouring his cheeks and you just want to pinch them. How can he be so cute at such a moment?

“So is everything good now?” you ask as you smile and he nods, avoiding your gaze.

“Yeah, I just wanted to make sure.”

“Its okay.” You smile as you kiss his cheek and you see the little tug at the corner of his lips.

You pull away slightly, resting your forehead against his as you both look into each other’s eyes, Jungkook's ragged and uneven, your bottom lips caught in between your teeth as you slowly sink yourself down to his length.

Just then a knock is heard on the door and the both of you go rigid and freeze.

You stare at each other with wide eyes, hearts beating fast and hard.

“Who is it?” Jungkook calls out finally breaking the panicked filled gaze between the both of you and facing the door.

“It’s me,” you hear Jimin. “Are you guys hungry ?” he continues and you swear you can hear the cheesiness in his voice.

“We'll be there in a bit.” You answer and Jungkook's head whips around to face you with a frown.

You place your index finger on his lips as you pressed your lips in a thin line, motioning for him to just play along and not say anything.

“we're coming right now.” You say louder this time.

Jungkook exhales in frustration clearly unsatisfied as he crosses his arms over his chest and looks at the opposite direction and you sigh, feeling bad.

When you hear Jimin begin to walk away, you sigh in relief, placing a hand over your beating chest. It felt like you were holding your breathe.

You get off of Jungkook’s lap and button your shirt.

Jungkook doesn’t get up, still pissed as he looked out the window.

“Jungkook, let’s go. They're waiting.” You plead as you sit next to him on the bed, taking his hand into yours  after you manage to free it from it’s constraint.

“We don’t have to go.” He says and you bite your cheek to hold back a smile.

“We can continue later. After you have a talk with the members and apologize. You promised me remember?” you try to coax him as you lay your head on his biceps.

“Fine.” He says uncrossing his arms and sighing.

“Okay let's go!” You say excitedly as you jump off the bed, making Jungkook laugh.

He get’s up as you head to the bathroom to take brush your teeth, joining you. Namjoon had bought some new tooth brushes this morning and handed them to Jungkook as he woke up before you.

When you are done you attempt to go out but Jungkook stops you.

“What is it?” you ask with furrowed brows.

“Here.” He says handing you a black T-shirt.

“Oh, I’m fine in this.” You smile and he looks at you with a raised brow.

“Are you sure? It’s pretty see through.” He says as his eyes trail down and rest on your breast before looking back at you with a smirk as he comes closer and you subconsciously put your hand over your chest.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold myself back if you go out like this, I might just fuck you in front of everyone, let them know you’re mine and that they should keep their eyes off you.” He whispers into your ears once he leans down into your ear, the sudden change in his voice and how deep and seductive it’s gotten riling you up as your breathing gets uneven.

“I'll change. You go first.” You say in a low voice, clearing your throat as you take the shirt from him and run straight to the bathroom, making Jungkook chuckle before heading out.

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When you head out you immediately notice the tense air, none of the food set on the table has been touched. You begin to fear it’s because the prior argument but you're almost relieved when you realise it’s not. But knowing what it is, a deeper type of fear settles into your bones again.

“Tonight.” Seokjin says from his seat in the kitchen.

“And we need Taehyung, but we don’t know if he'll be coming back anytime soon...” Jimin trails off.

“We'll find a way to get him back. I'll head over to his place or the club with Jungkook and we'll  discuss a strategy and let you guys know what the plan will be.” Hoseok says as he pats Jungkook's shoulder reassuringly.

“We have the layout of the dock and where their men will be stationed, all we need to do is get through and out with minimal complications, I trust that the three of you will come up with the best plan.” Namjoon adds and The rest of he boys nod, even Yoongi.

“What about Y/N?” is the first thing you hear Jungkook say ever since you walked out.

“She'll be somewhere safe, far away from the raid.” Namjoon says and Jungkook immediately trusts him.

“Y/N,”  Jimin calls once he notices your presence and all eyes are on you. Jungkook's wide and surprised.

“Hey,” you smile awkwardly as you walk in, taking the empty seat next to Jungkook.

“You guys haven't eaten yet?” you note, pretending as if you didn’t just hear their conversation.

“Yeah, we were waiting for you.” Jimin lies, scratching the back of his head as he laughs nervously.

“Oh really? Thank you.” You smile as you push the cold plate closer to you.

“let me heat it up for you.” Seokjin offers, reaching out for your plate and you just shake your head.

“No, it’s fine.” You smile and Seokjin nods.

The room is silent and you can feel Jungkook's eyes on you, he wants to say something to you but the amount of ears and eyes in the room is probably what is keeping him from talking.

The table vibrates, Yoongi immediately reaches for his phone on the table, studying the ID, eyes going wide before he picks it up and leaves the room.

After him, the members in the room slowly disperse until it’s just you and Jungkook.

“Y/N, tonight I’ll be-" he begins but you cut him off as you look at him with a reassuring smile.

“I know.”

“You heard? Jungkook asks as his eyebrows raise in surprise.

“Yeah, a bit.” You laugh, looking back down on the food that even you hadn’t touched.

“Um... I...” Jungkook mumbles as he struggles to find the words to say.

“You don’t have to say anything.” You assure him as you place your hand on his cheek and make him face you.

“I hope your talk with Taehyung goes well,” you say as you peck his lips.

“And I'll be waiting for you to come back home tonight.” You finish and you can see a smile spread on Jungkook's face from the corner of your eyes, making you smile as well.

Just then Hoseok appears on the kitchen door and looks between you and Jungkook with a knowing grin before speaking.

“We're heading out now,” he informs Jungkook.

“Okay.” Jungkook hesitantly rips his gaze from you as he gets up, walking past Hoseok and out.

“He’ll be fine.” Hoseok laughs lowly once Jungkook is completely out of site, noticing the look of concern and sorrow on your face.

“hmm?”

“Jungkook. I know you’re worried about him. He'll be fine. You know how he can be once he's in his element, he doesn't like losing. More than anything he’ll do anything to keep you safe and make sure he comes back home to you in one piece. Plus he’s got us, we'll make sure he gets back to you safely. So don't worry.” He reassures with a small smile.

“Thank You.” Is all you manage to say, feeling like your throat was clogged up.

“No problem,” he smiles before pushing himself off the door frame.

“See you later.” He bids and you nod with a smile, and with that he is  heads out.

You hear the door open for awhile before it shuts.

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Parachute {6}

Summary: Jungkook would do whatever to keep you safe.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Light Smut. Mafia!AU, Gang!AU.

Wordcount: 5K

Warning: Blood, Sex, Yeap.

A/N: So here is the chapter i thought would be the last BUT after getting carried away while writing, it came out not to be 😳 Hehe but yeah there's not too many chapters ahead and I don't intend dragging this series for too long but anyways enjoy reading and have a nice day ! 🤸🏾‍♀️💜🤧 P.S. forgive the spelling mistakes sbsjjsjsjd

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The next few days go by extremely slow, it's almost torturing. And the fact Jungkook isn't by your side makes it worse.

One because you’re not used to being apart from Jungkook for so long, two because you’re so worried about Jungkook and can't sleep just thinking  whether or not he’s okay or not. The worse case scenarios get more wild in your head each day that passes by.

Not a call. Not from Jungkook or anyone. How could you live in comfort and not be disturbed ?

You want to go back to your apartment but you know you won’t be allowed to so you tell your assigned driver to send you back to Namjoon's place instead. You needed to be somewhere where you could at least pretend Jungkook was as well, surrounded by his scent and warmth in the room you both were staying at.

You spend days inside the room, clad in Jungkook's shirt as you lifelessly lay on the bed that started to get cold. The only time you leave the room is when Nella visits you.  She was so worried and concerned because you suddenly disappeared and she wasn’t able to contact you for a while but you had reassured her that you had an emergency call from Jungkook and that everything was fine with a convincing smile.

Before leaving you told her to help you deliver a message to one of the people at the gym, that you'd be back soon and that they should take care of the place.

You felt so good to finally be with someone you knew and loved and you had completely forgotten about just blue how you were feeling before, that is until the door closed with a click and a dark cloud formed over your head as the room got dark again. That is when you’re really reminded of just how lonely you were.

You feel the worst you’ve ever felt that day, falling limp  on the sofa because of the weight of your heart as your vision gets blurry and your eyes flutter and you fall into slumber, a single tear running down the side of your face.

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You're fast asleep when you hear the loud movements at the door, and when you hear it open along with heavy footsteps approaching the living room, you sit up in alert.

You had fallen asleep in the living room couch, and it was just you in the apartment. So you were really scared, even though Namjoon had reassured you a while ago to not to be because they had men stationed around and in the complex to keep you safe.

You slowly get up, shaking hands grabbing the gun on the coffee table as your eyes don't leave the corner of the hall way that led to the front door. It seems Jungkook had left it for you under the pillow before he left.

Carefully you make your way to stand against the wall as a shadow comes in your view and you gulp, true fear beginning to settle in.

The person gets closer, and closer, and closer as your heart beats faster, and faster and faster as your shaking hands threaten to drop your only source of comfort and hope to get out of the incoming situation.

When you can feel their presence right next to you even through the wall, you whip around with gun in hand ready to do whatever you could but you gasp in horror when your hand is gripped mid air.

You finally get a look at the intruder and when they let out a low chuckle you really do want to strike them with the handle of the gun.

“Jungkook!” You sigh tiredly in relief and annoyance but the moment your eyes fall onto his figure and you properly take in his condition, you freeze.

Cuts and grazes on his face, blood all over his torso changing the colour of what you knew was a white dress shirt he owned that was once clean and crisp everyday since you bought it for him. It had little cuts and openings that revealed crimson dyed skin.

His hand that held your wrist was bloody, the other equally as bloody clutching his tummy as his chest heaved up and down and he took in your expression carefully, afraid of what you are thinking as you look at him like that.

Unbeknownst to you, your eyes had gotten glossy as tears welled up and Jungkook immediately panics as he lets go of your wrist, thinking that you probably hate him now.

“Y-yn, i-" he begins but your small emotional voice cut him off.

“Are you hurt?” you ask as you finally look him in the eye.

Jungkook is taken back by the look you had in your teary eyes, it wasn’t one of disgust and revulsion, rather genuine care and concern.

“I- no.” He says as he rips his gaze from yours and turns away, if you weren’t disgusted at him coming home all beat up and bloody you must be disgusted at the fact that barely any of the blood on his body was his.

It takes you a while to figure that out as you furrow your brows but when you do you don't know what to say or think.

Instead you take his hand, causing him to knit his brows and look at you but not protesting you as he follows your lead into the shower in the room you two were using before.

Jungkook watches you intently as you push his shoulders back lightly to sit him down on the sink counter and  begin to unbutton his bloody shirt and letting it fall to the ground.

Your hands begin to fiddle with his belt, but you struggle to undo it as your vision has gotten too blurry and tears had begun to fall down, making Jungkook freeze when a tear falls over your shaking hand.

He takes your tiny hand in his carefully and places it on his chest as he  searches your tear filled eyes.

“Y/N, I'm so sorry.” He sincerely says and you immediately want to scold yourself for making him feel like he had to apologize.

“You’re going to make me cry some more you fool,” you joke as you playfully hit his chest and chuckle.

Jungkook smiles at you sadly as his hand comes up to rest on your face and his thumb wipes away a tear, the salty liquid mixing with the slightly dry and sticky blood on his hand.

“Let's go, hurry up.” you sigh as you sniffle and place your hand over his.

You head into the shower first, discarding your top and shorts before you step in.

You hear shuffling as Jungkook gets undressed when you turn on the shower head.

After a while he comes in, hesitant at first but eventually he steps in.

You don't pay much mind to him, simply reaching for a scrub (some thing you're sure Jungkook had Namjoon get for the both of you because he can't take a shower without them) and a floral scented shower wash and beginning to wash off the dry blood on his solid chest and tight abdomen.

The whole time Jungkook observes you, perhaps he had caught your eyes and hands lingering a little too long on his body, and you start to feel self conscious with having his strong gaze on your naked and wet body.

Jungkook smirks at the effect he has on you and decides that he wants to test it further.

His hand comes over yours and you flinch as you look up at him wide eyed.

“Go on,” he says innocently as he leans down, breathe fanning your ear while his hand over yours begins moving in circular motions, guiding you over his chest.

Another hand comes around your waist, pulling you into him and you gasp when you feel him press against you as he begins placing feathery pepper kisses on your neck.

“What's the matter?” He asks and you feel him smirk against your skin. He’s enjoying this.

“J-jungkook, we need to clean you up first.” You manage to say as his fingers begin tracing the line down and up your spine, making you shudder.

“You take care of me so well,” he says when he pulls away slightly, his lips brush against your cheek and making the skin tingle.

His other hand on top of yours comes to cup your face as he pulls away completely and looks into your eyes.

You immediately cannot deny him, and you find your gaze averting to his lips as you slowly lean up into him.

Not with him looking like this, hair wet and slicked back, a few pieces stuck onto his skin but his beautiful hairline and forehead on display showcasing his dark brows, eyes dark as soot as he intently watched you with so much desire, lips slightly parted as he breathes through the water running down the tip of his nose.

Suddenly, you feel your knees wobble and your lungs get weak. Suddenly, you feel so overwhelmed.

Jungkook's brows knit in concern at your sudden mood shift, arm around your waist immediately tightening as you feel your legs give out and you grip his shoulders for support and breathe heavily as tears begin to fall, mixing in with the water.

“Y/N, what's wrong?” Jungkook asks as he cradles your neck and you just stare at him as your hold on his shoulder gets tighter.

What’s wrong? You don't really know. It just suddenly feels like all the things that had been happening the last few days have just dawned on you and it’s overwhelming. It’s so much to take in and being with Jungkook like this, it’s just reminds you of the life before all this and the life that will be after.

“Kiss me.” You breathe out and Jungkook furrows his brows.

“Kiss me please.” You say through quivering lips more desperate this time as your nails had begin to dig into the skin of Jungkook shoulder.

Jungkook is puzzled but doesn’t say anything. Instead he does what you had asked him to.

He immediately leans down and connects your lips, it’s a soft peck at first, and then he kisses you again and again and again.

Each time you feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulder, like you are taken higher into the sky with each kiss, like you were walking on clouds.

You wrap an arm around his neck to bring him closer, you felt like you would fall if you didn’t hold him and you felt so safe in his arms.

Jungkook's arm instinctively tightens around you some more as his hand on your neck brings your closer to him, deepening the kiss when you moan as his tongue tickled your bottom lips and he finds his way in your mouth.

You’re crying, and you thank the heavens that you were in the shower now because your tears mix in with the water that streams down face.

The kiss is warm and soft. It feels like running the tips of your finger over the expensive velvet box that held one of the necklaces Jungkook had gotten for you, it's priceless and it means the world to you because it’s from him more than anything.

You suddenly pull away, a heaving mess. You stare at Jungkook who looks just as equally out of breathe and looking at him like this again, you feel a sob build up at the back of your throat.

You can't be doing this.

You stand back, keeping a distance between the two of you and Jungkook’s face immediately falls, sadness and dejection evident in the lines of his face and you want to hold him and kiss him again but you know you can't.

You rip your gaze away from his sad one finally and walk out the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around you before you lean against the wall and exhale deeply.

You wipe away a tear that escapes and get off, inhaling deeply before you climb onto the middle of the bed, laying on your side in a foetal position as you stare at the wall.

You were so conflicted, it didn’t even feel right pushing Jungkook away. And why were you even doing it ? You were suffering internally yourself and you’re sure Jungkook was too, if not even more than you were.

Were you being selfish? He never wanted to be a part of this, that’s why he walked away in the first place. But here you were acting as if it wasn’t for you that he had got back into this kind of life for.

You sigh as you tug your knees closer to your chest.

Just then the shower door opens and you freeze. You hear shuffling and a pause.

You are alert and on edge at the silence, you want to turn and see what Jungkook was doing but you know you have to keep your cool.

After a while you hear his footsteps resume and the room door is opened.

You wait until you can’t here him anymore before you sit up and slowly begin to make your way out.

You see Jungkook searching for some thing in the kitchen, he had changed into a black t-shirt and some sweatpants.

You approach slowly, standing awkwardly at the door.

“What are you looking for?” you ask once you clear your throat and Jungkook immediately freezes, slowly turning to face you with wide eyes like a dear caught at headlights. You immediately soften up as a small smile finds its way on your lips at him like this.

“Um, the first aid kit.” He says after a short silence as his eyes unconsciously take your towel clad figure, to which he immediately looks away with ruby cheeks as he resumes searching.

You sigh with a smile as you walk in and get on your knees in front of one of the cabinets.

You open it and reach in, grunting as you extend your arm to very end and sigh in relief when you feel the cold metal box before pulling it out. Hoseok had told you where it was a while ago before leaving.

“Here,” you smile as you shake the item and get up, approaching him.

Jungkook watches you carefully, not sure what to do as you stand in front of him and place the box beside him on the counter.

You take out some ointment and pour a small amount onto the fluffy cotton  before looking at Jungkook, to which he flinches and immediately looks away, shy and embarrassed that you caught him staring at you as his cheeks get pink.

You chuckle lowly at his reaction before examining his face.

He lied when he told you he didn’t get hurt. Although it’s not much, he had little scratches on his face and neck. You hadn't seen earlier because the shower was dimly lit but here in the kitchen and being up close and your vision not being blocked by water or tears, you could see well.

“You lied to me.” You suddenly say as you begin to treat a tiny cut on his forehead and Jungkook raises his eyebrows as his eyes threaten to bulge out of his sockets. You almost laugh at his reaction.

“I did?” He asks confused and you nod with a discreet smile.

“You said you didn’t get hurt.” You explain as Jungkook hisses when you start treating a wound a little bigger and you mutter a ‘sorry’, to which Jungkook shyly mutters an ‘it’s okay,”.

You continue treating him and all the while Jungkook watches you. You’re too busy trying to treat all the little cuts but you look at him every now and then, catching him staring at you, you really did enjoy his reaction when he would get flustered and look away shyly with tinted cheeks.

“Are you mad at me?” Jungkook asks after awhile and you halt your movements.

“What makes you think that?” you ask as you continue and Jungkook looks towards the ground.

“Its just... back in the shower. You were crying and I don’t know why... did I do some thing? Is it because I k- fought with those people? Is it the blood? I-is that why you didn't want me to touch you? Are you tired of it already? I can understand and if you want to leave i-“ he begins rambling and you can’t help but sigh and cup his cheeks, taking him by surprise as he looked at you with furrowed brows before you press a chaste kiss on his lips.

Jungkook is wide eyed at first by the turn of events and your shift of mood, but his hands come around your waist and pull you closer to him.

You pull away, hands resting on Jungkook's chest to stop him when he tries to reconnect the kiss.

“I told you I'm not leaving you, stupid. I'll always be with you.I'm here, will always be. Gosh can you even live without me ? Look at you now, you're a mess !” You laugh as you playfully hit his chest and Jungkook chuckles, the palm of your hands vibrating against the expanse of chest.

He comes down to rest his forehead on yours as he closes his eyes.

“You know I love you right?” he says and you smile.

“Yeap. Like I love you too.” You say as you wrap your hands around his neck and begin to run your fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck.

You stay like that for a while, his hands around your waist with your foreheads touching and the tip of your noses brushing. You look up at him through your lashes, the way his lips were parted and his warm breath fanned your face. You close your eyes with a smile as you exhale deeply.

“Y/N?” Jungkook says suddenly.

“Hmm?” You hums, as soft finger pads massage your scalp, making your eyelashes flutter at the relaxing tingly sensation.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call.” He says apologetically as he open a his eyes and looks at your closed lids.

You can feel that Jungkook is beginning to panic and get nervous and scared as his fingers fist the fabric of your towel when you don’t answer.

“I promise that next time- and the times after that, no matter what or wherever I am . That I’ll call. I'll do whatever to call, to hear your voice. Because I missed you much Y/N, I- I thought about you every second of the day and night Y/N.” He says desperately and you can’t help but smile as you pull away slightly, eyes slowly peeling open and meeting Jungkook's wide and doe like ones filled with concern, worries and desperation but also undying love.

You peel one hand off his neck and put it in between the small distance in front of you and him, your pinkie finger held up.

“Promise?” You smile and your heart warms up when Jungkook beams, his bunny grin one of the many things you love so much about him. Jungkook doesn’t waste a single second to wrap his larger one around yours.

You chuckle as your brush your thumbs, breaking the hold to kiss the pad of his thumb, and his yours.

“Promise.” He says brightly and you giggle at his childish antics.

You peck his lips gently and quickly, making him smile at your cute act, the tingling feeling you felt when you had your first kiss with him still there, in fact more overwhelming with passing time.

“Let's go sleep.” You say as you get off the counter taking Jungkook's hands and wrapping it around your waist as his nuzzles the crook of your neck while you both walked back into the room and plop onto the bed.

It doesn’t take you both long to fall asleep, you were quite tired mentally and Jungkook obviously physically.

Perhaps you were too tired to actually change into some thing comfortable, something that isn’t a towel, before slipping gracefully into slumber.

So when you are woken up to the feeling of hands roaming around your ribcage and near your core while your towel lays discarded at your foot, you find that you can’t sleep again.

You don’t stop him or wake him up, moaning as you press yourself against his already hard member when he gropes your breasts and starts tugging at your pert exposed nipples.

Soon your moans get to loud and when Jungkook’s fingers stop abusing your nipples you quickly cover your mouth with your hands.

“Y/N?” He asks while he sits up and slips his hand out from under you, making you pout at the loss of warm skin contact but you don’t retort.

“Yeah?” you asks as you turn to face him and look up at him on the bed, smiling sheepishly.

“Um... I’m sorry.. for touching you...” He begins but you chuckle, taking his hand on his lap and rubbing the back with your thumb.

“It's okay. I liked it.” You reassure and Jungkook's eyes go wide making you giggle.

“What were you dreaming about ?” you asks as you lay on your front, supporting your weight with your elbows.

You don’t miss how Jungkook's eyes avert to your side boob, before he quickly looks back at you with an overwhelmed expression and tinted cheeks.

You cock an eyebrow at him while you smirk.

“Nothing,” Jungkook laughs nervously and you sigh before getting up.

Jungkook’s eyes go wide as you shamelessly come to straddle his lap, your bare chests flush against each other as your face was inches away from his, noses brushing lightly.

Jungkook gulps while every muscle in his body tenses and you burst out into laughter, making Jungkook stare at you wide eyed before his brows furrowed.

“It's not funny.” He says firmly with a pout and you hold your breathe, trying to stop yourself from laughing again.

You can’t believe how easily Jungkook can change, one minute he is beating somebody's ass, the next he resembles a child who is getting scolded while you reprimand him, one minute he comes home covered in blood and the next you're treating his cuts like a child after play day, one minute he's giving you bedroom eyes and teasing you in the shower and the next he’s like a boy who has never seen a female’s naked body or had sex.

It was so amusing however you knew it was all a part of Jungkook's being, he's a living contradiction.

“Sorry baby,” you smile as you caress his cheek, the frown Jungkook had put on faltering as the corner of his lips twitched.

Jungkook puts his hand over yours with a devilish smirk, and now it’s your turn to be stunned. Before you can even get up and make a run for it, a hand with a strong grip is on your waist and you are flipped over the bed with a light thud.

Jungkook hovers over you, one large hand pinning both your wrists over your head while he smirked down at you.

“Maybe you’re not a baby?” you laugh nervously and Jungkook chuckles lowly, the vibration of his chest against yours oddly pleasing.

He leans down, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck as he starts placing light feathery kisses and you find your breathing getting harder and airier.

“I should remind you right?” He says as he smirks against your skin before he begins suckling and nipping at your soft flesh, marking your skin with purple and red splotches while you become a moaning mess under him as you nod.

He trails down to your collarbone, down the valley of your breasts, placing open mouthed kisses and sucking at your nipples, flicking them with his tongue and rolling it lightly in between his teeth as he looked straight into your eyes shamelessly. You feel so embarrassed, so much so you feel your vision blur and your head feel light and dizzy by how heated your whole face, in fact body, feels. But you don’t break eye contact, even as he kisses down your ribcage, your navel and as you grip the sheets once he let’s go of your hands.

He stops for a while, and you take that moment to relax and shut your eyes and exhale.

You don’t see Jungkook smirk cruelly before he dives into your wet core, placing an open mouthed kiss as his tongue ran up the slits of your woman hood while he collected all your juices.

Your eyes shoot open and your automatic response is to close your legs but Jungkook knew that so when you tried to you couldn't, Jungkook's firm hands on either of thighs, you whimper.

He continues to takes in all of you, the lewd sounds making you feel light headed as you start to see stars.

“Fuck you taste so good Y/N,” Jungkook pulls away and looks you in the eye, your half closed desperate gaze against his dark mischievous ones.

“Please,” you breathe and Jungkook smirks, coming up to meet your face and kissing you, making your face heat up even more as you stared yourself on his lips.

Your hands trail down his pecs, desperately tugging his sweatpants pants down as you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him closer to you.

Jungkook just chuckles against your lips and usually he would stop you and make you wait longer but even he was too desperate to be in you and fill you up with his seeds today. All that pent up frustration he would release today and you were more than ready to receive it.

Without any hesitation, he reaches down and tucks his hands into his sweatpants, wrapping his hand around his length and taking out his angry erect cock.

He aligns himself at your entrance pulling away to place a kiss on the corner of your lips while your arms wrap around his strong shoulders to pull him into your neck  before ramming into you, your nails digging into his flesh as he fills you in to the brim and you gasp as you clench around him. Both of you know already that there’s going to be fresh claw marks running down his muscular back and although Jungkook didn’t mind and actually liked it, you were on the other end of the spectrum because Jungkook would always tease you about it and talk about how good he had fucked you with a smug grin.

Jungkook grunts in pleasureful pain, but he hasn’t had enough.

He pulls out slightly, before slamming into you again. He thrusts into you mercilessly, rough and territorial. You’re a moaning mess under him, clawing at his back as white specks begin to litter your vision and your words and calls for him become slurred.

“I- i'm so close,” you breath out as your grip on Jungkook gets tighter.

“Come for me baby,” Jungkook encourages in your ear and his deep sultry voice is all you need to throw your head back as your eyes roll to the back of your head and you release around him.

“Fuck,” Jungkook mutters as he pounds into you harder and faster, he was  close.

He mutters a string of fouls words before he comes into you, filling you up so well as you clench around him and milk him completely to the last drop as he rolls his hips against yours a few more time.

Jungkook slumps onto your figure after pulling out head buried in your chest as you hug him close.

You feel your lids slowly give up on you and get heavy while you play with Jungkook's hair, falling asleep a few minutes in.

Jungkook falls asleep a couple of hours after you after he finishes admiring your peaceful face deep in sleep around his arms.

He almost can't believe that you're his and you love him.

He kisses your forehead before returning to your chest and closing his eyes.

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When Jungkook wakes up and finds you nowhere to be seen in bed, he begins to panic. He jumps out of bed, hurriedly throwing his sweatpants on and rushing into the bathroom, you are not there.

When he opens the door and flings into the hallway leading to the living room, he bumps into someone, making them fall behind but Jungkook is quick to grab their wrists.

Jungkook freezes, hands immediately letting go of the person’s.

She just smiles at him, red painted lips that he used to love oh so much, but for a long time now he despised.

“Miso?” He says the name as if it is poison on his tongue.

“Long time no see, Jungkook.” She smiles innocently and Jungkook just stares at her in disbelief.

This can't be happening.

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Hehehe so that's the end for now sorry for the shit smut 😳 what do y'all think is going to happen next? Who is Miso ?

Parachute {7}

Summary: Jungkook would do whatever to keep you safe.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Wordcount: 3K

Warning: light swearing. Mention of death.

A/N: Hello friends :) a quite heavy angst themed chapter oof 😳 a couple of chapters left fr this time hehe tbh I'm kind of nervous to end it because sjsjjsjs I don't know :( anyways I hope you all have a great day/night 💜 sorry for the spelling or grammatical errors I've edited again and again but there'll definitely be something.

*italics are flashbacks

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“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jungkook sneers with flared nostrils as his grip tightens around the brunettes wrists, instead of showing any sign of pain or struggle to get out of his grip, she smiles. She was enjoying it.

“I just came to visit you Kookie, don't you miss me? ” She pouts and Jungkook scoffs.

“I don’t know how the fuck you got in here but you better leave and I better not see you again.” He threats, throwing her hand away as he walks past her. He has some thing more important to do, finding you.

Miso almost trips when their shoulders brush against each other and she clenches her fists in embarrassment and dejection before turning around.

“You know I’m the only one who can handle you, she'll get tired. The only one who knows about you. You know that.” She blurts out, making Jungkook stop in tracks, exhaling deeply, tongue poking at his left cheek.

He was going to snap.

Jungkook freezes as his eyes widen. You must have been the one to let Miso in, it was just the two of you here. And if that’s the case and you’re currently nowhere to be seen, she must have said some thing to you. And knowing Miso, she definitely would have said something.

Jungkook turns hot on his heels as he slowly walks towards Miso, a wry smile etching on her lips as she crosses her arms over her chest.

“What did you say to her?” He growls lowly and Miso just laughs.

“Oh Jungkook,” she says as she uncrossed her arms, her red painted nails trailing down from his collar bones, solid chest and ridged abdomen to the band of his sweatpants before Jungkook grabs her hand and glares at it.

“Are you scared?” She whispers as she gets closer to his face, the smell of her perfume as intoxicating as ever, a scent he once found comfort in and seeked but now it made him dizzy and nauseous in all the bad ways.

She bites her lip, before she abruptly place a kiss in the corner of his lips with a smirk, leaving a faint red stain.

Jungkook tenses up as he looks at the mischievous girl with wide eyes.

He feels his blood boil to the max as he stared at the her with eyes filled with spite and anger.

“Leave,” He growls but the girl simply smiles as she bites her lips.

“But Kookie-" Just then the sound of some thing dropping makes Jungkook freeze and the dark haired girl of him just grins as she looks past him.

Jungkook had been so consumed by anger and hate that he didn’t even hear the front door open.

You had went out with Hoseok this morning to get groceries. Today was Jungkook's birthday and although you always made a special dish, the boys had suggested this time making him seaweed soup. Usually Namjoon's wife would help you but she was gone so Seokjin said he would over the phone.

Hoseok came earlier saying he came to pick you up to go grocery shopping because Seokjin was busy with some wedding stuff at the moment, reminding you to leave a note telling Jungkook where you would be before you left. He laughed when you asked him if he was going to be cooking, telling you he really can’t proper cook even if it would save his life.

“Jungkook! We're back !” Hoseok chirps as he joins you at where you stood frozen with grocery bags plopped on the floor. Hoseok's furrows his brows before following your gaze freezing when he sees Miso and Jungkook. He must admit, from the angle it looks quite suspect.

Before Jungkook can turn to face you and Hoseok you look away.

“Um I’ll be in for a while. Sorry about this but can you help keep this for me?” you say as you lean down to grab the two small plastic bags and hook it onto Hoseok's fingers and turning around. Not caring to stop when you hear him call out for you and quickening your pace when you hear Jungkook call out for you and you hear his footsteps approaching you.

You hold in your breathe until you finally get to the door, opening it and shutting it in a second, sighing in relief when you hear the click from the lock.

Jungkook stops on the other side as soon as he hears it too, hand on the doorknob as his shoulders slump.

“Hyung,” he says sadly as he looks at his older brother who comes to give him an encouraging squeeze of the shoulder.

“Just give her time. She’ll cool down,” he reassures with a soft smile and Jungkook nods.

He looks over to the girl in red, the one who always managed to ruin everything in his life till this day. He glares at her with disgust and hate.

“I hope you know that I fucking hate you more than before.” He says with a dry laugh and for the first time since she has arrived, the smile on her face is wiped off.

“Also leave before if have my men make you.” He rolls his eyes before walking off, leaving Hoseok and Miso.

Hoseok doesn’t spare her a glance, following suit as he sighs and small smile forms on his face, irritating Miso who clenches her fists.

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“Why is Miso here ?” Jungkook asks everyone in the room with piercing eyes, hunched over the kitchen island.

“We needed her for the next mission.” Yoongi shrugs as he slurps on his ramen.

“And you didn’t tell me any thing about it?” Jungkook laughs dryly.

“I forgot.” Yoongi honestly says to which Jungkook sighs.

“I was going to tell you, to be honest she wasn’t even supposed to come till after you agreed to it, if you would. She just appeared today for some reason.” Yoongi continues to explain.

“She hasn’t changed one bit, huh?” Seokjin shakes his head as he laughs.

“Well, we don’t need her. We can do it without her.” Jungkook insists, arms crosses over his chest.

“Do you have a better option?” Jimin smiles mischievously. Jungkook doesn’t pay much mind to Jimin as he is always like that that but when he sees what he is hinting at he immediately refutes.

“No. I'm not doing that. Never.”

“What about Taehyung's girl-" Jimin begins but shuts his mouth the moment Taehyung walks in. Namjoon sends him a scowl of disapproval as he shakes his, to which Jimin just shrugs.

“What have you got Tae?” Hoseok smiles at the younger man who had just walked in, comforting Taehyung who smiles back and joins them.

“A lot.” He says with a victorious smile as he lays down documents on the table and Jungkook can’t help but chuckle as he pats his shoulder.

“Great! Make it quick. Jungkook has somewhere to be in a bit.” Seokjin says as he locks his arms around Taehyung and Jungkook’s necks making the younger boys laugh.

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods with a sad smile. Taehyung ruffles his hair and the boy is smiling brightly again.

“Stop. Let’s get to business." Jungkook says firmly as he says Taehyung’s hand away and tries to hide his smile and begins to take in his other persona.

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You don't know how long you've locked yourself in your room but you know that it’s probably been one too long as the room has gotten dark and the sun has began to set.

You wanted to leave the room but you were still on edge. Was she still there ? Was Jungkook there? Were they still talking to each other? It looked like she kissed him. Did they kiss? Did he like it?

Miso.

You’ve never seen her in your life but you’ve heard that name.

But the moment you saw her there with Jungkook, you knew it had to be her.

‘jet black hair', ‘bright red lips,’ ‘sharp dark eyes,’. Those features anyone could posses but you’ve heard too much about her during your time at the gym to not recognize her when you encountered her.

The OH so famous Miso who had broken the ‘bad beast' Jeon Jungkook’s heart.

It was the talk of the gym, the town even. You can never forget just how hurt he was then. At first all you would see was how much more aggressive he was when boxing, even during training. He had ruined so many punching bags.

This was before you had really gotten close with Jungkook and he was still not very talkative then.

You had sneaked into the dressing room, not knowing if Jungkook was there. You had left your gift for Jungkook here when you were helping cleaning around the other day and you came to get it back.

That’s when you heard the voice of someone crying.

You froze when you saw him, hunched over his lap with his face in his palm.

You felt your throat go dry and heart clench at the same time.

But still you approached him, slowly sitting next to him.

You simple stared at the locker ahead of you and you tapped your lap.

“Y/N?” He asks and you suddenly jump in your seat.

“Yeah?” you asks as you smile and lush yourself closer to him, heart clenching when you see just how red and puffy his eyes and nose were. His glassy doe eyes looking at you for comfort and you feel a sudden need to protect and take care of him like he’s a little hurt boy.

“Can I hug you?” He asks suddenly and you are taken back, eyes wide as you try to process what he had just asked of you.

“I'm Sorry, it’s okay if you don't want to it’s just when I’m sad my mom used to hug me and I feel comfortable with you-" he had began, brushing it off lightly with a nasally laugh but you didn’t let him finish.

You wrapped your arms round his neck, taking him by surprise but he doesn't retort, instead his arms come around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he nuzzled his neck into the crook of your neck and took in your scent.

You began rubbing his bare back and whispering comforting words when you felt your shoulder dampen while his body shaked.

Ever since that day, you had envied and admired this Miso girl.

The first and last time you saw Jungkook full on cry was because of and for her. He must have really loved her. She was his first love after all.

Even after you two got together you were still somewhat insecure, you had heard some of the things the guys would say regarding Miso and Jungkook’s previous relationship.

Some said she got pregnant and for very long you lived in anxiety thinking that one of the days she would show up at your door with a child in hand and Jungkook would go with her, he loves kids. And you wouldn't stop him because no child deserves to be fatherless, especially not because of your selfish feelings.

Some said that she cheated on Jungkook and vice versa but you knew Jungkook would never cheat so you didn’t pay mind to that. Some even said he got involved with her so he could fuck her mother and when her husband found out she broke it off so Jungkook was broken. That's where you drew the line and stopped listening. There were so many more rumours but you never once asked Jungkook to confirm or deny any of them. You trusted him.

So why did you storm out like that before ?

“Ughh!” you groan as you tug your hair, wishing you could rip it off your skull.

Just then there's a knock on the door.

“Y/N?” Seokjin calls out from the other side.

You get up, slowly opening the door to a small crack and using your one eye to search the living room beyond Seokjin’s broad shoulders.

“It’s just me,” he laughs and you flush, suddenly feeling embarrassed at how you were behaving.

“Let's go,” he chirps as he walks into the kitchen.

You don’t even end up doing much, after making you chop up some onions and veggies Seokjin has you sit down while he takes over. He handed you some snacks since he knows you haven’t had any thing since you got back and you've locked yourself too long in the room since morning on an empty stomach.

You're staring the wall and too deep in your previous thoughts that you don’t realise Seokjin has been calling you for a while.

“Y/N?” Seokjin calls in concern as he gently taps your shoulder.

You jerk up in your seat by surprise.

“Hmm? Sorry I was... I wasn't paying attention.” You laugh sheepishly.

“No it’s fine. We all daydream.” He laughs as he shakes his head.

“Pass me the salt, please,” he says as he motions towards the island and you get up immediately and pass it to him.

“You’re a really good cook.” You compliment as you observe the simmering pots next to him.

“Yup. Heard that a lot. Except from one person. They trash my cooking but still eat my food, not leaving a single thing on the plate.” Seokjin laughs with subtle pout and you can’t help but laugh.

“That’s cute,”

“Yeah, she really is.” Seokjin says as he smiles and you can’t help but feel warm at the adoration in his eyes.

“So what is your plan for today?” Seokjin asks after you are done for a bit and he joins you at the dining table.

Right. It was Jungkook's birthday. You usually only spent the mornings with him, some time in the afternoon he would go out and come back late at night and you would have a cake lit up for him and the two of you would celebrate together.

He would always come back with puffy eyes and avoid your gaze, wanting to just hold you or for you to hold him to sleep.

You couldn't help but think that maybe he went out to cry about Miso, today was after all the anniversary of their break up and it was something that had really shook his heart and scarred him, she was his first love after all. But again, you never asked.

You shift in your seat as you play with your fingers.

“I don’t know." Honestly you didn't, what if he went back to Miso and would never return?

Seokjin nods as he clasps his hands together on the table.

A thought comes in your head.

“Seokjin, I have a question.” You asks shyly as you suddenly feel invasive.

“Sure,” he smiles and you exhale before speaking.

“On his birthday, Jungkook... He’s been going out and coming back at night. Do you know where he goes? D-does it have to do with Miso?” you ask nervously and Seokjin eyes go wide.

You begun to panic and worry, so it’s true ? He goes to Miso? So he really could not return this time?

Your hands shake unknowingly as your eyes tear up.

Seokjin notices and immediately realises you probably have your doubts and decides he should clear them quick.

“Relax Y/N,” he smiles as he places a hand on your shoulder and you feel your breathing get lighter but not light enough.

“Jungkook never told you about any thing? About his birthday? What do you know about it?” Seokjin asks carefully and you shake your head.

“No. He never said any thing. But he always seems so sad at that day, I guess it’s because it’s the day he and Miso broke up.” You painfully admit as your finger nails dig into your palm on your lap.

Seokjin sighs in defeat. He was waiting for Jungkook to tell you but it seems that today’s interruption and the sudden appearance of an unwanted uninvited guest wouldn’t allow it. He knew Jungkook had planned it, he was even going to ask you to go with him to the place he visited every year on his birthday.

“Y/N, it has nothing to do with Miso.” He says and you furrow your brows.

“What?” you ask in confusion. It had everything to do with Miso, right?

“Yeah, they did break up on that day but Jungkook couldn't care less about it, not then not now. ” Jin says with a reassuring smile and you feel as if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. But just as soon as you heart feel a light and free,  new load of curiosity and guilt weighs it down heavier.

If it wasn’t because of Miso that he had emotionally broken down in front of you that day and that he spends the whole night out for every year then what is it. Where was he going and why ?

“T-then what is it?” you ask, stuttering as you take in Seokjin’s sombre expression.

“Y/N, Jungkook's birthday, his mother died on that day.”

You feel your heart drop to your feet as you process the words he said.

Suddenly everything clicks.

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That's it for today :) I hope you liked it! Next time 💜

Jokes on You, I Like You too.

Prompt: "do you ever think, when you're alone? all that we could be, where this thing could go?"

Summary: A little hickey prank you thought would be funny quickly backfires and leads to confessions.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Angst, Light Fluff, Very light smut. Quick and Short Friends to Lover! AU.

Wordcount: 2.8K (?)

Request:

Warning: like one bad word.

A/N: hehe I went with the hickey prank thing ! With a lil bit of my own twist ? Anyways I hope you like it and whatnot~ have a nice day and stay lit ! Sorry for the late upload oh my I hope you're still up for this anon :")

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“What is that?” Jungkook finally asks after what seemed to be years of the both of you sitting next to each other on the couch in silence save for the noise coming from the game he had been too focused on for the whole day on the large TV screen and you mentally pump your fist in the air and cheer, while sighing in relief. Finally, it’s about time.

“What?” you ask innocently as you look up at him with doe eyes and Jungkook tilts his head, tongue poking at the flesh of his inner cheek and although he hasn't taken his eyes off the screen you know it’s affecting him because he’s reacting.

A sly grin finds it’s way on your lips as you snort. This is fun. But then Jungkook speaks, the grin of success getting wiped off you face.

“I'm leaving.” He says as he gets up with a shrug, taking the remote on the coffee table and switching the television off after he sets the controller underneath and you immediately panic.

You instinctively grab Jungkook's hand to stop him from leaving and he looks down at your hold on him with blank eyes but there's a flash of something else you can't quite decipher.

“W-wait,” you laugh nervously as you gulp. This is not how it’s supposed to turn out.

“Why?” He asks nonchalantly and you sigh as you shut your eyes. He's going to make you say it, that’s just how it always is. Its never easy with him.

“Stay with me,” you croak as you stare at the ground, voice barely audible and because Jungkook is a dick he pretends to not have heard you although the hint of a smug grin on his lips says otherwise.

“What was that?”

You groan mentally as you look up to glare at him and huff.

“I said stay with me.” You growl louder this time, praying that he doesn't notice how heated your cheeks have gotten but he probably does.

“Hmmm, why don’t you ask who ever gave you that nasty hickey to stay with you?” he ponders aloud with squinted eyes and you smack his unbelievably firm thigh before getting up and crossing your arms over your chest.

“Fine. You can leave. Or stay, do whatever since you want to be away from me so bad. Don’t worry, I'll go to him.” You spit as you glare at Jungkook who now stares at you wide eyed.

You wait for him to say something but he stands there looking at you stunned. You scoff before turning around and grabbing your jacket on the couch, ready to head out but Jungkook has finally gained his consciousness and has grasped the situation and he grabs you by the wrist, pulling you back into him so that your chests bump and his dark eyes are burning holes into your flickering ones.

“W-what are you doing?” you stutter flustered but you quickly gain your composure as you clear your throat.

“Can I ask you something? Please,” he breathes out, almost pleading desperately and you find being so close to him and taking in his fresh scent while his breathe fans your warm face intoxicating. You might as well be drunk.

You nod, finding that you are too weak to speak.

“Are you... Are you really seeing someone now?” He asks as he looks into your eyes, searching for an answer because you don't respond.

For awhile you are taken back, eyes slightly expanding but you manage to keep your cool and not look away from his eyes. Why does he care and want to know?

“Why?” You ask, hoping you don’t seem too desperate but you know that your body must fail you in some way as always because your voice cracks as your eyes begin to get glossy.

Jungkook stays silent, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth and your eyes immediately fall on his lips, the sight making you gulp.

Jungkook notices and raises an eyebrow, making your face go red and you clear your throat, looking away.

“Because I want to kiss you.” He finally says, a hint of a smirk on his lips when you snap your head towards him with wide eyes and furrowed brows.

“W-what?” you croak out, almost choking on thin air. He's got to be kidding.

He takes a step forward, closing the gap between the two of you as your the tip of your toes touch and you look up at him through your lashes, clenched fists shaking and breathe hitching as his hand rests on your hip lightly.

“But, I can't do that if you're already seeing someone right?” He asks as he quirks an eyebrow and you suddenly regret ever lying to him.

“The one who gave you this,” he says as he places a hand to cradle your neck, thumb lightly grazing over the deep seemingly bruised skin. The skin he touches feels tingly and you feel the hairs on your body stand at the electric like sensation of his touch on you.

“So tell me. Do you want me to kiss you too, can I do that ? Or are you seeing someone ?” He asks again, with a quirked dark brow and a light smirk.

This was easy. This is what you wanted right ? Well kind of but it’s better than nothing right. A kiss from your crush is a big deal right? He could fall in love with you from then on. But then you're a difficult and curious person so you wouldn't give up so easily, not even when all you want to do is wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a deep kiss.

“Why do you care?” you ask, face serious and unmoving as you peer into his dark eyes and finally Jungkook looks away after staring into your demanding gaze for a while, eyes falling to look at the ground as he chuckles before he looks back at you with serious eyes and you flinch slightly but still look into his eyes.

“You really want to know?” He asks carefully and you nod, a little too enthusiastically. Jungkook sighs before speaking.

“Maybe it’s because I like you.” He shrugs and you stare at him blankly for a while, but as the words play again and again in your head your jaw slowly drops as your eyes get wider and wider by the second.

“Y/N?” Jungkook calls out in concern at your black out as he places a hand on your shoulder and that’s what it takes to bring you back into reality.

“You idiot! What the hell !” you shriek as you smack his chest and Jungkook chuckles at you.

“It’s not funny!” you retort.

“Why are you being over dramatic?” He laughs and you scoff, tongue in cheek.

“ Jungkook, If I had known that you liked me too-" you begin but you quickly realise what you’ve said, your own hands flying to clamp your loose lips as Jungkook stared at you with squinted eyes.

“What did you say?” He asks and you shake your head a little too hard.

“Y/N, you like me too?” He asks amused and you mentally face palm yourself as you wish the ground could part and swallow you whole.

“Yeah, I like you. Have for a very long time.” You sigh as you confess and Jungkook's eyes go wide as his cheek feel prickly and tiny pink dots slowly colour his cheeks.

“You do? then why are you with someone else when I'm right here and you like me too ?” He asks with furrowed brows and you sigh again as you feel frustrated and embarrassed. Was he actually that clueless?

“Well first I didn't know you liked me too and also... I’m not seeing anyone.” You admit as you fiddle with your fingers and pray he can’t see the embarrassed look on your face.

“You’re not?” He asks in genuine surprise and you roll your eyes. He’s so annoying.

“No, I did it to make you jealous. But then you started acting like a dick not saying a word to me all day and wanted to leave because you didn’t care I guess so I just... I don’t know.” You say as you sigh.

Jungkook stays silent and you mentally beat yourself up, good job Y/N, you've just messed things up.

“Look, if you don't like me anymore then it's fin-“ you begin but you are cut off by a finger hooking itself under your chin and gently pulling you up to look into twinkling starry eyes and a bunny smile.

“Can I kiss you? To shut you up because you're rambling a little too much,” he jokes and you pout, smacking chest with a small laugh.

“Okay,” you smile shyly and Jungkook chuckles, thumb rubbing circles on the sweet spot on your neck that makes your eyes flutter.

He leans down, first placing a light peck that leaves your lips tingly like it was brushed by a feather before pulls away and he opens his eyes and observes your dreamy expression. When he see’s that you’re enjoying it he places a deeper one, capturing your lips in his.

You moan into the kiss when a firm hand wraps on your waist and pulls you flush against his taut and solid torso as his tongue brushes your bottom lip and you let him in, your hand wrapping around his neck.

You begin walking forward, making Jungkook fall back onto the couch and you immediately straddle him.

“Woah, you’re eager,” Jungkook muses and you roll your eyes with a smirk, reconnecting your lips while your hands roam through the expanse of his scalp, tugging on it lightly to elicit a deep throaty growl from him making you grin against his lips.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long,” you confess in between the kiss, hands slipping underneath his shirt and tracing the ridges of his abs.

Jungkook's hands slip through your locks, pulling you back lightly as he marvels at your dishevelled figure and swollen lips in awe breathlessly.

“Fuck, you look so hot like this,” he blurts out and you suddenly feel shy.

Jungkook smirks at your reaction as he pulls your closer, your lips brushing slightly as his tongue juts out to lick his bottom lip, slightly brushing yours, making you squirm as you attempt to press your thighs together.

He chuckles lowly before placing a light kiss on the corner of your lips, trailing down your jaw and down your jaw and neck where he begins suckling.

“J-jungkook,” you moan as you press your self onto him, gasping at the feeling of his prominent bulge against your clothed aching core.

“Fuck,” he hisses as he presses his fingers into your hips and holds you down making your motion halt and you whine.

He chuckles at your reaction against your neck before he sucks on soft spot and you inhale sharply as his teeth grazes the bruised skin and pulls away to blow onto it, the coolness making you shudder.

“You know,” he begins as he pulls way and looks up at you with half closed eyes and a light grin.

“Yeah?” you ask as you smile.

“I kind of thought that the hickey was fake because it looked pretty suspect. And it is. You did pretty good but it was lame up close. Rubbed right off.” He says as he stares at the smudged spot next to the fresh, real, hickey he had just made and you stare at him with an annoyed look and tinted cheeks.

“You’re really annoying.” You roll your eyes as you get off of Jungkook, who chuckles at your reaction before he get’s up and follows you.

“I'm going home.” You say as you put on your jacket and Jungkook immediately feels his heart drop to his feet.

“Y/N, is it something I said? If so I'm sorry-" he begins but you stop in your track, sighing before you abruptly turn and luckily Jungkook is right behind you. You get on your tip toes, pressing a kiss onto his lips while he starred down at you wide eyed before he melts into the kiss and cups your cheek.

“It’s late silly, plus Hoseok is waiting down stairs for me.” You laugh as you begin walking to the door, leaving behind a red cheeked Jungkook in the middle of the living room who shakes his thoughts off and catches up to you.

“You know, I could send you home from now on. Since we're now you know...” he trails off, seeing him shy as he scratches the back of head and pouts with tinted full cheeks slightly like this making you smile fondly at him.

“Okay. Let’s start tomorrow.” You smile as you place a hand over his chest and he immediately cheers up.

“Really?” He beams and you nod.

“So, tomorrow is out first day huh?” He asks as he shifts his weight between his left and right foot and he bites his lip to hold back a grin.

“Yes.” You confirm and Jungkook looks up at you with a shy grin as he nods.

“Um, if you’re free tomorrow. Let's go out. On a date. Is that okay?” He asks hopefully as he nervously gnaws on his bottom lips and you decide to make him more nervous by humming and tapping your feet as you act like you're in deep thought when you already have an answer.

“Sure.” You laugh after a while and Jungkook sighs in relief as he places a hand over his chest and laughs lowly.

Suddenly you hear a horn, Hoseok's car honking and Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“God can't he be patient.” He says under his breathe but you hear, making you chuckle.

“That’s your hyung you know.” You say as you poke his chest and Jungkook shrugs with a laugh, grabbing your finger and intertwining your hands in between your faces.

“So tomorrow ?” He asks again he brushes the side of your hand with his thumb.

“Tomorrow.” You confirm and Jungkook nods.

He takes a step closer, pulling you into a hug where he wraps his hand around your neck and you wrap your around his slim waist.

“Goodnight Y/N,” he says into your ear.

“Goodnight.” You smile into his chest before pulling away.

He reaches for the doorknob behind you and opens the door, your faces coming close again as you look up at him through you lashes and hold your breathe while he looks down at you with sparkling warm eyes and then he pulls away, and you step out, too shy to look back at him and show him just how wide you were grinning.

“See you tomorrow Y/N!” he calls excitedly with waving hands as you begin to walk away.

You raise a hand and wave, afraid the only sound you would make is a shriek if you spoke.

Jungkook laughs, making sure you were completely out of sight before shutting the door with a grin and exhaling deeply, uncontainable joy overflowing in his veins.

“Wow,” he says amazed as it finally sinks in that you actually liked him too.

He hears a car start and runs to the window, his breathe hitches as he grins when he finds you already looking up at his window.

You chuckle as you wave at him again.

Jungkook waves again as well, and he keeps waving as the car begins taking off, he doesn’t stop waving until the car takes a corner ahead and the car is out of sight.

After that he stays there, looking out to the cloudless sky and thanking his lucky star with an unconscious smile, whichever one of the little twinkling lights it may be, for what had happened to day.

That night, he makes a promise to the star that had granted one of his longest wish.

And from that day on as the clock above his head strikes 12, you two had become an item, lovers.

All thanks to a silly prank.

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How was it ? I hope you liked it! Have a nice day 💜

Parachute {8}

Summary: Jungkook would do whatever to keep you safe.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Wordcount: ~2.5K

Warning: Crying Jungkook, mention of death.

A/N: okay so ... 😭😭 this chapter really had me sobbing oh my the playlist for this chapter triggered my soul anyways I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and love pain ~ have a great day. P.S.: this is a fictional so don't take every thing to heart 💜

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You’re running, out of your breathe.

Every thing is passing by you in blurred streaks; streetlights, cars, even passer-by’s who give you weird stares but you don’t stop or slow down, instead you go faster, feet and thighs aching already.

Your eyes sting, tears fall only to be carried away by the wind. Whether you are crying because of the harsh evening wind that slaps against your eyeballs or because of the lump that has formed in your heart and grew to now settle in your throat as you recall what Seokjin had told you, you don't know.

“T-then what is it?” you ask, stuttering as you take in Seokjin’s sombre expression.

“Y/N, Jungkook's birthday, his mother died on that day.”

You feel your heart drop to your feet as you process the words he said.

Suddenly everything clicks.

“What?” you croak out and Seokjin sighs.

“Jungkook’s mother, she died on his birthday.” He repeats a little softer, noticing how your shoulders shook and how your eyes got glossy. You were overwhelmed and taken back.

“I thought... Miso... oh my god,” You burst into a sob , covering your face with your hands as you sobbed into your palms shamelessly.

Seokjin gently rubs your back as you sob your heart out.

You felt so ashamed for being so cruel and selfish. Jungkook probably really needed to be with someone, like that day when he cried in your arms for the first time, like all the other days after where you would cuddle until he fell asleep on your chest or lap. But because of your stupid useless jealousy, you had turned your back on him when he needed you the most. You had built up a whole story in your head without ever once thinking about Jungkook’s point of view or the truth.

“I- He probably hates me Jin, I'm such a bad girlfriend how could I,” you cry into palms even louder.

“No you’re not. I’m sure he doesn’t hate you, he could never. In fact, I think he would need your company right about now.” Seokjin smiles and you look up at him through your blurry vision with furrowed eyebrows.

“I could take you.” He offers and you look away ashamed. Did you deserve to see him after you’ve been so thoughtless and selfish?

“I don’t know if I should go...” you trail off as you sniff.

“He was going to ask you anyway Y/N,” Seokjin says and you snap your head towards his direction.

He was going to ask you to come with him?

“Where is he?” You ask as you feel motivated and devoted, you were going to fix this.

“Downtown Local Cemetery.” Seokjin tells you and you get up abruptly, floor screeching as the feet of the chair is dragged across the wooden floor.

Seokjin looks at you wide eyed, surprised by your sudden movement.

“SeokJin, Thank You.” You smile before racing to the door and running out.

Seokjin stays there stunned, everything had happened so fast. After a while he chuckles.

“You're welcome Y/N.”

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You’ve finally arrived, but you don’t see Jungkook anywhere.

That is until at the very top of the hill, you see a dark figure. Sat cross feet over the grass with his back facing you in front of a tombstone ,a fresh bouquet of colourful flowers peeking from where you stood, contrasting his black hoody and jeans attire.

Slowly you approach, careful not to make any sound.

You didn’t know what to do or say, or where to start even, but you knew for now he needed to be alone. So you stay too a few feet from him, not too far, just a comfortable distance.

He looks like a little child waiting for his parents to pick him up from school, picking at the grass as he looked down, hair covering his eyes but a pout is visible.

Suddenly you feel even worse than before, seeing him all alone like this. You felt like you were a cause of this, and perhaps you were. You remember how he killed his father because of you, and how you've been so inconsiderate and selfish the whole day, heck since you first knew him because while he was out here mourning for his mother you were thinking that he was crying and thinking about some other woman he still loved, someone who wasn’t his mother.

When Jungkook starts speaking you wonder if you should leave and give him privacy or if perhaps you should have stayed a little further.

“Eomma, remember Miso? The girl you warned me about?” He asks excitedly before pausing as if waiting for a response and you feel your heart clench.

“Don’t worry eomma, I was late but i still listened to you, so don't scold me please.” He chuckles and you can’t help but smile a little, you imagine just how much he loved his mother and how much she loved him. It’s probably goes beyond your imagination, the way he comfortably confides in her like she’s here, effortlessly. It’s one of the most beautiful thing ever, he still depends on his mother and speaks to her even after she's gone, she must be so proud to still be such a great mother even now.

Jungkook was always happier when he came back after being out the whole day on his birthdays, he looked lighter and moved swifter. It’s like he had released all the years worth of worry. But they would pent up again the following year and then his birthday would come, and the cycle would repeat.

You suddenly think of your father, you visited him every year but you never really once spoke to him. All you would do is cry, telling him you missed him. Perhaps he would want to hear more than that too, about your day, your life, your relationship with Jungkook. You chuckle, would he really want to hear that? You would tell him anyway.

“You told me that I would find someone better right? There's this girl, her name is Y/N,” he says as he plays with the grass in his fingers, suddenly shyly looking down as his cheeks got red and your ears perk up at the mention of your name.

“She’s so nice to me, she cares for me a lot. Even when I get hurt. Kind of like you eomma, when I got hurt and you'd help fix me up right ? She tries to act mean sometimes but I know she cares for me.” He chuckles and you start getting heated, flustered at being a topic of discussion with his mother.

“She's so pretty.” He says as he stares off into space before chuckling and you feel your tummy flutter. He continues speaking.

“She's the most beautiful girl in the world, after you of course. If you see her...” He stops abruptly and you furrow your brows.

You stare at his back, concerned and worried.

He suddenly sniffles and wipes his nose with the sleeve of his hoodie.

You freeze. He’s crying.

Your eyes immediately tear up and you feel your heart get heavy. You just want to hold him and take care of him and tell him it’s going to be okay. But you stop yourself, clenching your fists as you dig your feet into the ground, leaving an imprint on the grass.

“If you could see her... I wish you could be here with me. So I could show her to you. You two would be best friends, I can see it. And maybe, you could have convinced dad... to not do what he did...” He trails off and you really feel like you should leave, you turn on your heels and begin take a step forward.

Just then wind blows, carrying your tears with it, blowing Jungkook's hood and stray hairs out of his face. Perhaps it’s a sign that you should stay, so you do, turning around back to face him.

From where you stand, you can see his face a little, a glimpse of his rose tinted wet dewy cheeks and a runny red nose. Just how much and how long had he been crying?

“Eomma, I’m so sorry... for what I did. Please forgive me, and I hope that dad is better person there, please take care of him. Tell him I'm sorry and that I won’t become like him.” He says before wiping his eyes and you stare at the ground as your tears fall onto the grass, trickling down the furry greens and seeping into the soil.

“Y/N, she’s so special to me. I swear..” He pauses with a nasally laugh.

“I used to think that I was in love with Miso, but with Y/N... I know it’s love. You know how it feels right? When you want to spend every second with them, when you would do whatever for them, when you can’t breathe well or sleep when you’re without them, when seeing them sad makes you sad, when at times it feels like you’re falling in love again? That’s how I feel Eomma, is it love?” He finishes before pausing, as if listening intently. You feel your heart flutter as a smile forms on your lips and just then the wind blows, a little softer and sweeter this time.

“Right.” Jungkook says as he smirks, making you furrow your brows in confusion at the shift in his mood. Suddenly confident and somewhat happier.

He get’s up and you take that as your queue to leave, taking careful steps down the hill until you can’t see him anymore over your shoulders.

“I think she’s the one. I might ask her soon.” You hear him say while he places the bouquet of flowers over her grave with a giddy grin and you freeze, turning to look over your shoulder once before walking out confused.

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You spot Jungkook approach his car, which you were leaning against with his face focused on the ground, hands tucked into his hoodie pockets.

He looks up once he’s near, freezing wide eyed when he see’s you there, smiling at him.

“Y/N?” He says almost in disbelief and you chuckle lightly.

“I’ll drive.” You say as you hold your hand out for him to give you the keys.

“Okay.” He says while walking to you and giving you the car keys.

You jingle them before walking over to the drivers and opening the door.

Jungkook follows suit after and you begin driving through the night streets.

You know Jungkook wants to say something, you could see him look ever to you from the corner of your eyes every fee seconds before turning to look outside the window.

“Y/N?” he finally says.

“Hmm?” you hum as you divide your full focus on the road and Jungkook.

“About today, with ... Miso, I'm sorry. It’s not what it looked like I swear-" he begins but you cut him off.

“No, it’s all good. I know you wouldn't do something like that. Instead I’m sorry, for everything.” You say as you look over at him at once you reach the red lights.

Jungkook looks at you, for a second there's a flash of something unreadable in his eyes but it disappears just as soon as it appears.

“You’re so silly.” He chuckles and you furrow your brows.

“I really am sorry. For-” You start pouting but he cuts you off.

“Okay, I forgive you for whatever you think you did wrong.” He says jokingly and you roll your eyes as you laugh lightly.

The light goes green and you resume driving, you were almost there.

“Y/N, thanks for coming today.” He says as he stared out the front window. Your eyes go wide and you freeze as your cheeks get hot, you can see him smirk from the corner of your eyes.

“Hahaha, no problem.” You laugh nervously, palms that gripped the steering wheel getting sweaty and slippery. He knew you came and by the looks of it he probably knew you were there longer than you want him to know.

“But next time, don’t go out alone. It’s dangerous.” He says as he throws his head back, closing his eyes.

“It’s okay. I'm sure you'll do whatever to protect me, even if we're far apart right? As long as you’re here I’m safe. You used to say you would jump out a plane without a parachute for me.” you chirp as you briefly turn to him, finding him grinning lightly as he let out a soft chuckle as he recalls exactly when and where he said that.

You were patching him up in the locker rooms after he willingly let one of the older boxers best him up, just so that he could be satisfied and walk away. He was being rude to you, touching you when you didn't want him too and Jungkook had caught it all. He pounced on the man and he was at his knees but Jungkook was worried for you, you were so scared while you told him to stop, shivering with glossy eyes. He knew that this particular member was an asset to the gym, and in all honesty he was there more for his family connections to the boxing world than actual talent which he lacked compared to many let alone Jungkook.

"Y/N, you know that I'll protect you right?" He asks as you bite your quivering lip and tried to keep your teary eyes wide open, afraid that a single twitch of your eye would cause tears to spill but still you smiled. He always made you smile, he made you happy no matter what.

"You would? What would you do?" You entertain, laughing lowly and Jungkook frowns. It seems you were not taking him seriously.

"Anything. This is nothing. I would parachute off a plane without a parachute for you." He says determined, a cocky lopsided grin and you pause. You narrow your eyes at him and Jungkook's eyes go wide.

"What is It?" He asks in a defensive tone and you chuckle, brushing his hair aside and revealing his forehead so you can clean the cut above his brow.

"That doesn't make sense Jungkook. You can't parachute without a parachute." You laugh and Jungkook's cheeks go red, head hanging slightly low and you cup his chin, making him face you and you internally awe at his pout.

"Well you know what I mean..." he trails off, slightly embarrassed as he looks into your eye.

"Of course I do baby," you smile as you lean down to peck his lips and when you try to pull away you are stopped by a hand on your waist.You gulp, looking into dark deep eyes and a smirk as he inches closer.

"Baby?" He asks mockingly, voice low deep and raspy and you feel your belly erupt into flames as he stares at you. You smirk before you challengingly nod. He doesn't need any further reason to pull you down, having you straddle his lap as he devours the taste of you against his lips while his hands roam the expanse of your body and yours his.

“Very right. I still would.” present Jungkook fully agrees and you chuckle as you return your focus to the road.

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Hehehe some thing short and sad anyways next is the last chapter so look forward to the end finally!

Parachute {Final}

Summary: Jungkook would do whatever to keep you safe.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Wordcount: 1.7K

Warning: none.

A/N: It's here ! Some thing sweet and cute for an ending! I might do an epilogue ? Anyways that's it for my 2nd series on here ! It's been a great journey and I really appreciate all the anticipation and love shown for this! Thank you! Hop into my asks and ask me anything!

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Previous

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You walk into the complex hand in hand, completely carefree.

So when you open the door and it’s dark, only for the lights to go out and the room to erupt into sudden loud festive roars, you freeze, hands gripping Jungkook's as if your life depended on it.

“Happy Birthday !” They shout with whistles and , Hoseok and Seokjin behind the couch, Namjoon and his wife and son with their head peaking behind a large stuffed teddy, Jimin, Yoongi and Taehyung under the table.

You sigh in relief as you place a hand over your heart and smile at your silliness.

“Hyung, you guys scared Y/N,” he chuckles and your cheeks get heated in embarrassment as he looks down at you with a smirk and you quickly look away.

“Oi! You ungrateful- come here!” Jimin says as he approaches Jungkook and traps him in a headlock while he ruffles his hair.

Taehyung joins in laughing and enjoying the spectacle, helping Jungkook put on his birthday hat.

“Be careful!” Seokjin calls out to the young boys who are now sat at the couch, Jimin and Taehyung now both rubbing their fists against Jungkook's skull.

You can’t help but laugh as you look at them. They were so childish at times, it’s hard to believe the kind or life they’re actually living.

“Y/N!” Namjoon's wife exclaims as she engulfs you in a hug, careful not to put too much pressure on her pregnant stomach that seems a lot bigger then the next time you saw her.

“Oh my god , how have you been?” you asks when you pull away, holding her hands as you gaped at her.

“This pregnancy things is kind of very energy and mentally consuming, but I love it!” She says excitedly as she rubs her belly.

You look at her bump in admiration, the way she already loves her unborn baby making you emotional.

“How much longer till you’re due?” You asks her.

“2 or 3 months, Namjoon is still so on edge and worries for some reason. He’s so silly.” She laughs as the both of you look over to the man of the topic, playing some sort of tickling game with his son and Yoongi who seems to be genuinely laughing and Namjoon acting scared of getting tickled and screaming in agony when he is tackled to the ground while Yoongi joins in.

Seokjin and Hoseok emerge from the kitchen with plates and food, and the cake that you had gotten today when you went out with Hoseok.

You admire the love filled atmosphere. It’s loud and comforting, it's beautiful and warm. A family. Some thing you always wanted for yourself one day. Some thing like this.

Jungkook looks over at you while in conversation with his hyungs. He notices you looking at something with a sweet smile, so he decides to follow your trail of sight, curiosity eating him up.

He sees Yoongi, Namjoon and his son, fooling around and laughing their hearts out.

A smile finds it easy on his lips as he figures out what you could be thinking about.

“Jungkook!” Hoseok calls out, motioning for Jungkook to join him at the table.

Jungkook get’s up coming to stand next to Hoseok and admiring the dishes in the plate.

“Come on everyone !” Seokjin calls out and soon enough everyone is at the table.

“Here,” Seokjin says, handing you the lighter where you stood across the table from Jungkook.

You smile taking it, very aware that Jungkook has his eyes on you.

You lean over to light up the candles on the cake carefully, exhaling deeply when you were done. You didn’t even realise you were holding your breathe.

The whole room claps and you suddenly feel better about your mediocre handy work.

You feel a tap on your shoulder and you whip around to find Yoongi, motioning got you to follow him.

You furrow your brows but comply, leaving the loud crowd as you follow him into the kitchen.

When you get there Yoongi hands you a bowl, the seaweed soup.

You look up at him confused.

“Should I really...” you trail off nervously.

“If anyone should do it, it should be you. After all, you made it.” He says, a hint of a smile on his lips and you are taken back.

Before you can respond he walks out, you hear a low chuckle as he makes his back to the living room.

“We're waiting for you.” He says one last time.

After a while of contemplating you finally walk out, taking slow small careful steps.

“Oh?” Jimin says once he sees you, and then the other people in the room turn their attention to you one by one, Jungkook the last one, his eyes twinkling in awe as you nervously smile and slowly approach the group, afraid that you would spill some of the stew

“Haaaaappy Birthday to you,” Hoseok starts singing as he claps, the other members including you soon joining and singing while clapping in rhythm.

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Jungkookie ... Happy Birthday to you !” They finish by the time you stand in front of him erupting into claps and loud noise again.

You place a the bowl down, reaching for a spoon that Yoongi hands you before scooping out some, placing your hand below the spoon as you carefully turn to face Jungkook again, holding the spoon in front of his smiling lips.

He grins before opening his mouth and wrapping his lips around the spoon, doe like eyes looking at you as he sucked on the spoon before releasing.

You blush at the action, suddenly feeling flustered.

“Okay now the cake !” Taehyung exclaims and you laugh shakily.

“He needs to blow the candle first! You know, make a wish~” Jimin nudges Jungkook who blushes and you giggle.

You’re about to make way for Jungkook to cut his cake but he grasps your wrist. You furrow your brows at him and he just grins.

He place a you in front of him, the cake right ahead of you as a hand rests on your hip, his warm breathe fanning your ear as his chest is pressed lightly against your back.

Jungkook rests his chin on your shoulder, closing his eyes for a few seconds before he opens them and he blows the candles, all of them going out even from the distance between him and the cake.

“What did you wish for?” Taehyung asks jokingly with a smirk and Jungkook chuckles.

“It’s a secret.” He says as he grins down at you, winking. You quickly look away, smiling shyly as your cheeks get hot.

“Here,” Namjoon says as he hands him the plastic knife.

Jungkook cuts out a small piece of the cake, going out to feed everyone in the room as the crowd slowly dispersed and Namjoon's wife and Yoongi helped serve the food.

You are sitting by the window staring out the night life and ant sized lights when Jungkook joins you.

“Jung-" you begin but a cake filled fork is shoved in your mouth as you stared at the grinning boy wide eyed.

“Hmmm, I’m not sure if you look very pretty like this...” He jokes as he squints and you playfully smack his chest as you quickly chew the fluffy creamy cake before you choke. You had picked out the right cake after all.

“I almost choked stupid,” You joke as you laugh and Jungkook raises a brow.

“That... sounds pretty ho-" he begins but by the look in his eyes you know what he is about to say so you quickly cut him off.

“Have you taken your food yet?” you asks as you clear your throat.

“Not yet. Let’s go get it, you haven’t had anything either right?” He asks as he takes your hand while you nod and guides you to the table.

“There's a lot of food... if you want to get your present from me you need to finish it all.” You say as you marvel the range of meals that decorate the table, some you didn’t even see before.

“And what might that be?” He asks as he raises a teasing brow at you and you scoff.

“Banana Milk.” You say with a sarcastic grin.

“Fair enough.” He says as he nods and you giggle.

“Come on now, I'm hungry.” You pout as you rub your tummy and Jungkook laughs, reaching out for a plate and beginning to fill the plate. Perhaps he thinks you’re serious when you said he's going to have to finish all the food because he fills the plate to the brim, looking over and seeming very satisfied by your mouth agape expression.

“We’re sharing by the way.” He says innocently and you huff.

“Fine.” You roll eyes jokingly as you sit down at the couch crossed armed as you wait for him to join you.

That night is one the best nights of your life. Everyone is happy, laughing and having a good time. This is how you want to spend the rest of your days, when Jungkook and his team aren’t out there in a life or death situation while you worry so much you get sick, when You’re not countries apart and wondering what the other is doing and missing their touch, this is how you want to spend your days.

For one night, you all forget about the things in life that make you sad and cry, the things that have caused pain and despair. Perhaps you don’t forget, you just keep it in a special place in your heart, so that there is space for the overflowing joy and warmth in your hearts.

After all, who knows how far a night like this could be in your lives.

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THE END

Something About Love

Prompt: " something bout love that breaks your heart, it sets you free. something bout love that tears you up, you still believe."

Summary: A reoccurring situation where your boyfriend Yoongi stands you up and you end up in Jungkook's apartment happens again, but this time it leads to series of events that will make Jungkook understand the some things about love he never got.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (main) / Yoongi X Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff. Slight brief suggestive tones.

Wordcount: 5.6K

Request: by the beloved @nicolehostia 💜

It's from a scene from a kdrama i watched once. Where a girl gets stood up by a guy in the rain and someone else cones and saves her. But i had an idea where for ex: 1 of the boys has done this many times already and finally the last day she waits for him it rains and another boy from the group notices how much of a dick the other member has been standing her up because he just forgets. So he goes and saves her from the storm.

Warning: Infedility.

A/N: So another requested piece by a lovely mutual of mine ~ I twisted it abit and wrote it how I saw it in my head based on a song it reminded me of ! Anyways I hope that's okay and you enjoy reading and have a nice day 💜💜

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There are some things about love that Jungkook never understood.

For example, the conversation he was having with you now.

He was in the middle of an editing break playing Overwatch, wide eyes and parted lips, ready to defeat his opponent when his phone started vibrating between the cushions. He paid no mind to it at first but then when the quick realization that it could be you calling flashes through his mind, he immediately pauses the game and reaches for the slim cell phone. He suddenly recalls exactly where it was.

He beams at the equally bright screen as he see’s your name display across it before picking it up and sitting up straight and then speaking, but not all before he clears his throat.

“Hello,” he says rather than asks, voice suddenly a whole lot deeper and mature.

“Hey Jungkook.” You giggle on the other side of the line, very aware of the act Jungkook is putting up, an act that soon falls apart as he himself can't help but chuckle at the sound of your sweet laughter.

“What’s up?” He asks as he relaxes, flipping the remote in hand to calm his nerves.

“Not much, I was just wondering, where is Yoongi? Do you know where he is?” you asks in a hushed tone but he can hear your desperateness, almost as if you were afraid anyone would hear you.

Jungkook furrows his brows. Yoongi was having dinner with an artist he was working with, Kera. True enough as he glances to the clock over the wide screen television, he should have been home by now. He is not so surprised that you don’t know (haven't been told of) this information though he decides to thread around the subject carefully.

“Not sure, he’s been out since 7 though, why?” He basically tells the truth, without revealing too much of it. He is curious, very curious to know why, hunching over his lap as he leans into the call, anticipating your answer.

“Oh? I see... It’s just-we were supposed to have a date today and he hasn’t showed up.” You giggle but rather than sounding amused and humoured, you sound sad and dejected and Jungkook notices it . He always does.

“What time?” He simply asks, bitting into the flesh of his bottom lip to suppress his building anger and disappointment in his older hyung, once again.

“7.” You say in an sigh and Jungkook shuts his eyes as he sighs in frustration, fists clenching.

“And you’re still waiting for him?” He asks, voice suddenly harsh and sharp, making you in the other line flinch in embarrassment and shame at the weight of his words. You couldn’t even answer and both of you knew why. Because it was wrong and you shouldn’t still be there. He didn’t understand. Is this love?

“Jungkook I can’t just leave what if he-" you begin to defend yourself and your lover but Jungkook snaps.

“What if he what's Y/N? You think he’s coming? This isn’t the first time Y/N, you know how it’s going to be.” He hates to be the one to break it to you again, but no-one else would do it. No-one else ever does. Except for him. And he wished you would listen to him before you got hurt but you were stubborn. And in love.

“I trust him.” You simply say after a moment of silent, but you both know there isn’t enough confidence in your shaking voice, just a twist of hope and melancholy.

Jungkook sighs in defeat, shutting his eyes as he nods.

“Okay. Just promise me you won’t wait for too long okay?” He requests, and as always you never said no.

“Of course.” You reassure, and Jungkook can almost see the smile you had on as you spoke.

“Goodnight Jungkook. Thank you...for everything.” You say as the call comes to an end and Jungkook's heart drops a little. He didn’t like it when you thanked him because it made it feel like you were just a stranger he has helped on the road on his journey when you’ve faced some difficulties. That’s it. But he appreciated it, still he rather preferred the moments when you would just smile at him in return.

“No problem.” He half smiles.

You both day your goodbyes and the call goes off.

Jungkook is restless after that call, especially when the heavens grumble and he glances at the clock. A few more minutes till the stores and restaurants retire for the night and rain comes pouring and you were still out there.

He has to go and get you, again. Like he always does and always will.

And that’s one of the many things about love he never understands. Perhaps he was just as foolish as yiy and Yoongi.

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The drive to the familiar restaurant is quick, but not as quick as he would have liked it to be since it had begun raining a couple of minutes into his take off.

He grunts in frustration when he gets to the location and there’s no sign of you, let alone anyone in the dark neighbourhood.

He leans back in his seat as he runs his fingers through his hair, eyes shut and brows furrowed as he begins to think of where you could have gone.

He sits up straight in his seat as he resumes his drive, not caring that it’s raining and picking up his speed a little as water splashes onto the pavement.

You would definitely have headed to Yoongi's.

And true enough as he nears the quite apartment, he sees you there, under the rain but you are frozen. Literally, in both ways. You were shivering but you were stuck in place as you stare ahead.

Jungkook scramble out of his seat and runs out to you, almost forgetting to take the umbrella perched at the opposite seat beside him.

“Y/N!” he calls out through the rain as he comes to stand in front of you, holding up the open umbrella over your head and draping his thick jacket over your ice cold shoulder.

“What the hell are you doing under the rain like this? Don’t you know how dangerous it is?” He almost scolds and usually you would respond with a pout or a sheepish grin but you don't.

Instead your bloodshot wide flickering eyes are trained on something past his figure.

Jungkook furrows his brows before he turns to glance over his shoulder and he freezes too.

At the entrance to his apartment, there stood Yoongi. His hand wrapped tight around the artist he was just supposed to have dinner with tonight to talk over their song. But judging by the cocktail glass she held in her hands as she threw her head onto Yoongi's shoulder and the tie Yoongi had been wearing along with his now messy suit being no where to be seen, it seems they took a trip to the club.

Jungkook didn’t understand it. Yoongi loved you. Everyone knew that. Yoongi has never been so initiative and present in any of his previous relationship before you. He would buy you your favourite flowers rather than random gifts he wasn’t even sure his partners liked, he would sleep cuddled with you in the couch on one of your many movie nights despite him putting his comfort during his slumber above everything in his life, he loved his job and never once complained and even worked overtime but since he had gotten with you he would voice how he wished practice would end sooner or how he can’t wait to get home to you. You had changed him and he was whipped for you. So he didn’t understand why he was behaving like this these last few weeks if he loved you. It made him angry and confused. All because of that girl? She was nothing compared to you and Yoongi knew it, which is why he blew her off when she tried to get with him in the past so what was this now?

Jungkook's fist is clenched, nostrils flared as he fumes at his careless hyung ahead.

He begins marching forward, ready to land a fist onto the shorter pale dark haired man’s face but then he feels your little cold shaking palms grasp his arm and he immediately turns to face you with soft eyes.

You don’t say a word while your large glossy eyes are trained on him, you just shake your head, clutching onto his firm arm tighter with time and Jungkook sighs.

He looks over to his hyung who walks past the door one more time before he looks back at you.

“Let's go.” He smiles softly as he takes your hand in his and you nod, looking at the ground.

He will deal with Yoongi another time.

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Once you get to Jungkook's apartment he immediately rushes to get a towel, two actually and wraps them around you. He later leads you into the shower and prepared a hot bath for you before leaving a large sweatshirt and some sweatpants for you to wear before he heads into the kitchen and stirs some quick hot chocolate with whip cream, carefully carrying it to the living room and setting it on the coffee table.

You join him a few minutes later and Jungkook grins immediately when he sees how your eyes light up when you see the sweet delicacy on the little table, just the way you like it. Not just that but he really always enjoys the sight of you in his clothes.

It was always like this. The best part is at that moment only you and Jungkook mattered. No talks of Yoongi or Kera or anyone else. Just the two of you, whether it was comfortable silence in each others arms or the both of crouched forward clutching your belly in a fit of laughter. It was perfect.

“Oh my god is this mine?” you gasp as you gape at the cup that had a little more whip cream than the other and Jungkook chuckles.

“No, that’s mine.” He jokes and you turn to pout at him, smacking his taut arm.

“Fine, it’s yours.” He gives in and you’re suddenly beaming again, wasting no time to grab the large cup in hurry before he tricks you again and Jungkook's eyes go wide as you bring the hot drink to your lips.

“Wait Y/N, be careful it’s still hot-" he begins but he’s too late because in that moment you are shrieking, the sudden jerking of your hand causing you to spill some more on your shirt.

“Shit,” you laugh even though your eyes are tearing up in pain.

“I told you to be careful,” Jungkook clicks his tongue as he wipes away some of the chocolate that had dripped down your chin to your neck with furrowed brows in concentration.

You observe his features, a small smile gracing your features as you admire him.

Jungkook is very handsome.  And he has a great body. But above all he has such a great personality. You always thought this, even when you just used to see him from a distance when you would come by Yoongi's work place. But after you got close to his group of dearest friends, you ended clicking the most with Jungkook. He was so nice to you even though he was shy and quite reserved at first.

Your close bond surprised everyone at first, even Yoongi who joked aloud over movie night one day that he wouldn't be surprised if Jungkook had a crush on you in spite and jealousy. You were mad at him because Jungkook was clearly affected by this, excusing himself out of the room and into the cold night after he glared at his smirking hyung as if a heated conversation was going on between their sparking eyes. You didn't know if Yoongi really was jealous of you and Jungkook because he did hint at it a few times before and you have reassured him to not worry or if he was just playing and being a dick but you were not happy with it at all. And the scowl on your face that wiped the smug grin of his before you ran out to catch up to Jungkook and get him to join you guys again and ignore Yoongi let him know that.

You remember that night as clear as day because that was one of the few times you had seen Jungkook so vulnerable and lonely, when usually it was you.

The look of surprise as his eyes lit up and twinkled when he saw you approach him amidst the light snow was one that warmed your heart in the freezing night.

“Please come back and join us Jungkook?” you plead as you clasped your hands over your chest and Jungkook just stares at you with an unreadable expression before he sighs in defeat.

He followed you up, allowing you to intertwine your hands as you led the way. He tucked his face into his scarf to hide his bright cheeks as he aimlessly let you take him away.

He was hesitant to go in once you were at the front door, telling you that Yoongi might not want him there but you cupped as much of his cheeks that his scarf would allow you too, making Jungkook's eyes go wide as the tip of his ears threaten to burn two silly looking holes through his beanie, telling him that you would fight for him to stay even then and that he shouldn't worry because you’re there.

Jungkook simply nodded, seemingly not in the mood to talk that night for some reason.

The night had gone well to begin with, you gave Yoongi the silent treatment and sat with Jungkook and for that moment he was so happy.

Until it came time to sleep but he couldn’t get a wink of it because you and Yoongi were going at it in the next room, Yoongi grumbling something about a punishment for your behaviour that night as he swore the walls shook and the bed creaked. He left in the middle of the night, not caring that he promised you to stay because he couldn't take it anymore.

“What are you thinking about?” Jungkook asks with an amused smile at your dazed expression, jerking you back into the present day.

“Oh nothing, just thinking of how we all were before. You know, the boys and us, me you and Yoongi.” You smile as fond memories flash through your head.

“Things really have changed.”  Jungkook smiles sadly as he looks at the ground, messing around with the towel in hand.

“Except for you. You haven’t.” You correct and Jungkook looks at you with wide eyes, pointing to himself, making you laugh as you nod.

“How?” He asks puzzled with a low chuckle.

“I mean, you’ve grown and you’re a whole man now. You’re not shy anymore and it’s kind of... hot? You being shy was cute though. If I had known you before Yoongi I would have definitely gone out with you.” You raise your hands in defence and the corner of Jungkook's lips twitch as red tints his cheeks at your confession.

“Really?” He asks as he expectantly peers into your eyes. He suddenly felt brave and confident, maybe he wasn’t as pathetic as he thought he looked liked in your mind for always being by your side too willingly and clinging onto you.

“Yes. But that’s beside the point. The point is you haven’t changed.” You return to the original topic but Jungkook is still grinning like a fool but thank God you don't notice.

“How?” He asks again, a lot more curious than before, sitting up and leaning back into the chair so he is now facing you beside him.

“Well you still laugh and smile the same, your little big bunny teeth and your sparkly eyes.” You chuckle as you pinch his cheeks to which he laughs whole heartedly at, nose scrunching up.

“You’re still sweet and nice. You’re still kind and caring, selfless. Putting others before yourself. Helping pathetic people like me.” You continue, scoffing helplessly at your current situation as you look at the space in between the two of you.

Jungkook’s frowns, finger hooking beneath your chin to make you face him and you can see he isn’t please at you beating yourself down as usual by the light scowl on his face.

“I just... why can’t he be like you? Why can't he be you?” you suddenly croak out, eyes tearing up and Jungkook freezes.

You wish Yoongi was like him. You wish he were Yoongi instead. The words play again and again in his head as the interpretations rotate over and over.

Jungkook is brave. He’s not sure if it’s because of what you said earlier that had build confidence in him or if he’s finally had enough of seeing you like this but he leans forward, your faces inching closer.

“Jungkook,” you gasp as you begin to feel light headed and your soft voice jerks him back into reality.

“Shit sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He says in a panic as he scrambles to his feet and begins to flush like crazy.

“Jungkook,” you begin as you sigh, grabbing his hand as you get up and cupping his cheek.

He stares down at you with wide eyes.

“Kiss me.” You say and Jungkook is taken back, eyes fluttering as he reprocessed your words.

“Y/N, what are you-" he begins as he tries to stay rational despite his desire to kiss you for real, but he stops the moment he sees you face fall with a sad smile.

“See, even you don't want to kiss me. Am I really that outdated ?” you joke and Jungkook is suddenly serious.

Your breathe hitches when you see the shift in his demeanour and your cheeks flush.

He is leaning down, and your lips are barely inches apart.

Both of you know you should pull away and pretend nothing ever happened, but when your lips crash to each others you instantly take in all of each other that you can.

You moan as the kiss gets deeper and you tug at his hair to pull him closer as his hand on your waist pulls you closer to his body.

Suddenly your sense return and you're backing away from Jungkook who attempts to chase your swollen lips.

“No. Jungkook... I'm... I’m so...” you begin, struggling to form a sentence and Jungkook immediately catches on to you, holding your hand and searching your eyes as he begins to see all types of thoughts floating through your head.

“Y/N-" he begins to try to reassure you but you but cut him off.

“You know what? let’s just forget about this. Okay? I’m sorry. Goodnight.” You say in a daze before you disappear into the room and leave a confused, heartbroken and ashamed Jungkook in the living.

What just happened?

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Jungkook doesn't see you the next morning when he wakes up.

He doesn’t know how he's really feeling inside especially since he wasn't able to clear it up with you that very morning like he'd want to, it’s a mixture of emotions that makes him feel sick and on the verge of vommitting for many reasons. But it’s also something that makes him somewhat hopeful still.

He sees Yoongi at work though and the moment he sees the stoic man, he wants to confront him about the night before, fists clenched. But he doesn’t as he recalls how he had kissed you that night. He had no right to loose his shit at Yoongi bringing someone home when he pushed himself onto you and took advantage of your lonely broken hearted state.

However as the days go by and Yoongi soon disappears while you are nowhere to found , he decides to finally confront Yoongi, hoping it will put an end to the tension that was killing all parties between the 3 of you despite your distance.

“I kissed Y/N.” He tells his older hyung in the confinement of his apartment, who is taking out two can of beers from the fridge.

Yoongi freezes over the chilled box before he regains his posture and gets back up, sliding Jungkook a can over the counter as he leans back and opens his up.

“I know.” He says after a long swig and a deep exhale at the feeling of the alcohol burning down his throat, it didn’t affect him as much because it is something he had gone numb from having too much of since the night you came here not too long ago.

Jungkook goes pale as he stares at his seemingly calm hyung.

“How do you know?” He asks, afraid that he might have came off a little too taken aback and suspicious at the fact that he knew already.

“She told me.” He shrugs as he takes another swig, setting his can down with a thud.

“You saw Y/N?” Jungkook asks, hopeful and relieved at the news of you as of recently since he hasn’t seen you since that day.

“Yeah.” He says as he sighs and backs off the counter beginning to walk past Jungkook to head to the living room. Jungkook however is not satisfied, he came for more than that. An explanation, a clarification maybe even a conclusion. Not just this.

“Yoongi Hyung-" he begins, stopping the older man by the shoulder but the man flinches away with a sharp shrug of his shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it. We broke up, you can have your go with her now .” He says nonchalantly, waving a dismissive hand languidly towards his dongsaeng.

Jungkook looks at him in disbelief. He can’t believe how he just spoke of you so lightly and disrespectfully.

He is fuming, tongue in cheek, as he grabs Yoongi's shoulder again and turns him over to face him with much more force.

“This isn’t about me wanting to be with her, don’t act like you broke up with her because of me and that kiss. You were seeing someone else, that artist you claim to be working with.” Jungkook sneers and the man who just stared at him with blank eyes prior now shows amusement.

“Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted ? You’ve always liked her isn’t it? And now is your chance. I don’t know what stupid lies about me you fed her to get her to feel lonely enough to kiss you but it worked. Now leave me alone.” He hisses, glaring at the boy.

“I didn't say anything. She saw you. That night in the rain. The night you promised her a date but then stood her up.” Jungkook says and the anger in Yoongi's eyes slowly leaves and Jungkook sighs in relief.

“What do you mean?” He asks lowly as his shoulders slump.

“That night when you brought Kera into your apartment, she saw. She was waiting for you from 7 till the time the restaurant closed and then she decided to check on you at your place. She walked there in the rain and luckily I got there, but I was a little to late because she already saw you two.” Jungkook explains as he watches his hyungs dark expression.

That’s not what she had told him. She told him that they should break up because she kissed Jungkook and that he deserves better although by the end of it he gathered what you were trying to say is that maybe you two weren't meant to be and that you understood that he didn't like you anymore which was nowhere near the truth. He did feel it was rushed at the moment however he didn’t want to ignore your request.

If it came down to it, a break up was something he thought he would resolve later on while he worked on putting himself together so when you got back together he could be a better man. But now knowing this and recalling the fear and loneliness in your eyes, he can’t help but think that maybe you broke up with him because you thought that he would break up with you sooner. So you decided to end it first, thinking it wouldn’t affect him and would make things easier for him when in fact these last few days have been the hardest in his life after your separation.

He loved you so much and thinking that you probably felt so low and worthless because of the girl he had a quick fling with and meant nothing to him made him feel like the worst scum in the world. You deserved so much better and he should've never done what he did. It’s the biggest mistake he's ever done.

“Hyung please,  she loves you. And I know you love her too so please do something. I was the jerk, i took advantage of her. She was just sad and lonely  because of what she saw. Get back together, I’ll stay away and never disturb you two. Don’t ever see Kera again, hyung please.” Jungkook pretty much begs against his desires as he searches for any sign of hope on Yoongi's eyes and clings onto his arm but there is none. He knows that you deserve better although Yoongi loves you very much but he knew you loved him too much too, the reason why you never let go of him despite all the time he let you down.

“I’m not doing that.” He says firmly and Jungkook looks at him in disbelief.

“Hyung you love her don’t you, how can you-" he begins but the older man cuts him off.

“And so do you.” He says but there isn’t any malice or venom in his voice. “But you’re still begging for us to be together even though you don't want to because you think that will make her happier than she is now right? That’s not how it works Jungkook . Don't get me wrong, I still love her as much as I always have and I’m foolish to not realize just how special she is to me and in general, but I’m not going to try and fix this relationship when there is a good man for her out there, someone who knows here worth and never forgets. I can't be selfish and hold her back from what she truly deserves just because of my own feelings. She can’t find happiness with me anymore. She’s better off from here on.” He says and it hurts him to admit it more than it does Jungkook who can’t imagine how you would live without Yoongi, not caring how he will do without you because how you feel matters more to him.

“It’s because I love her I accepted it, without a fight. It's because I love her that I didn't start a fight when she told me you kissed, I honestly don't even have the right to. Even at that moment when she knew of what I did she didn't want to paint me the bad person when all  I’ve done is hurt her too much and I can’t keep doing this to her. It's because I love her I won't try to keep her here any longer, it's because I love her I know she that she deserves better and I want that for her. There definitely is someone who can do all I couldn't and not do what I did somewhere out there for her...” He finishes, patting Jungkook's shoulder.

“Take care of her.” He says with a half smile.

Jungkook is taken aback by his hyung’s words.

This is love. When you are willing to let someone go and be selfless, putting them before you even if it hurts you. When you can see past another's mistake and understand why it had happened and forgive them. When you would lie to yourself and them to try to make them feel better even when you know it’s wrong. When what hurts you becomes okay because you want them to be happy.

Love is so twisted. Because even now Jungkook anticipates running to you and holding you in his arms. Love is so cruel because while his hyung is sad and in despair, drowning in melancholy he is happy and light and hope is slowly filling him up  the inside. Love is so wrong because Jungkook is heading to where Yoongi said you would be at the moment, ready to be the next and only one for you.

Love is so right, because true enough there you stood at his door.

“Jungkook,” you breathe out, as you slowly approach him.

“Y/N,” he responds, the both of you meeting at the middle of the hallway.

“I- I'm sorry I’m here at this hour.” You laugh nervously but Jungkook reassures you with a soft smile.

“It’s fine. You know you’re welcomed any time.”

“Jungkook, I... we broke up. Yoongi and I.” You blurt out and Jungkook feigns surprise, eyes widening as he struggles to find the words to say.

“And before you say anything. Yes I did tell him about the kiss. But I didn’t use that as the sole reason for our break up. Yes I was guilty and disappointed in myself, not just because it happened but also because I liked it. It felt like it was right. And I know it’s so twisted because I was with Yoongi and I want to say that it's revenge for seeing him with that girl that night but .... it really wasn’t even. I was hurt but I just wanted to kiss you. And at that moment I realised that I’ve been fooling myself and Yoongi.

“Yes i love him too, but at some point you took a bigger space in my heart and I should have pushed you away or just told Yoongi then but I was selfish.  I wanted you both because I loved you too. Which resulted in this. Neither you or Yoongi deserve to be with a mess like me so I came to say that... we can end this friendship of ours.” You finish , panting because you’ve been speaking with no break, not wanting Jungkook to cut you off in the middle and cloud your judgment.

Jungkook stares at you intently with dark eyes , processing all you’ve said.

“I see.” Is all he says and your heart drops. He really wanted to end this friendship?

“I understand,” you force a soft smile and begin to walk past him with your glossy eyes trained on the ground.

But then he grasps your wrist and you gasp as you turn you look back at him.

“Let's end this friendship. But start as something new, we'll take things slow. Something... more.” He says as he looks you in the eye with determination and you feel your heart flutter.

“What do you say?” He quirks an eyebrow with a little smile as he tilts his head and you chuckle as he intertwines your hands.

“Okay.” You nod and Jungkook beams.

“Okay.” You giggle and Jungkook pulls you into his arms.

At that moment he understands, not all of it. But a lot more than before.

A heartbreak isn't always a bad thing, neither is a break up. It sets you free. And although you go through so much pain and hurt in the name of love, when you still believe, no matter how hard it gets, you can never give up. We need it to live, the thing called love. And it doesn't really make sense just how much we crave it and how much of it if we have in our system or just how strong it is.

But it doesn’t have to make sense, because that’s just something about love.

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Hehehe so that's it i hope you liked it 😳 um yeah that's it for today please share your thoughts on it 💜

Night Changes

Prompt: "just how fast the night changes"

Summary: What was supposed to be a 'friendly' dinner organised by Jungkook ends up with him revealing the status of your relationship to his hyungs who seemed to enjoy taunting him despite them already knowing.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst if you really really squint i think, suggestive themes here and there. Slight light comedy.

Wordcount: 3.9K

Request: by a lovely anon~

"Hello lovely person! I would like to request an imagine/scenario of jungkook being shy to tell his hyungs that him and the reader are dating!! Like I just imagine him being grilled at dinner and they like keep smirking at him and questioning him like, 'wheres y/n?? Jungkook how do u know?' Even though they knew he had a crush on the reader from the very begininng lol and he's all blushy but tryna be cool at the same time lolol hope this gives you inspiration!! I'm a fan of your writing!"

Warning: despite the gif used there are no dogs involved sorry ;_;

A/N: hello friends ! How was your day? I hope things went well ~ Anyways here's a requested piece from anon, please enjoy I hope you like it ! 💜

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“Y/N, you look really nice today. Extra nice. More than usual.” Hoseok compliments from over the table with  a soft smile.

“Thank you,” you chuckle shyly, smiling down at your plate and picking on the left over food. Jungkook looks at you, lips slightly pursed at your reaction. His tongue glides over his teeth as he shifts in his seat. Maybe he was jealous. Just a little. Sure you looked good, really good despite wearing something really simple. He remembers how stressed out you were on the phone with him a couple of days ago about whether you should dress formal or not and he reassured you could wear whatever you want and to not think too much about it because you looked good in everything.

His eyes are trained on your side profile, admiring you like he always does. His eyes trails down your neck, the corner of his lips tugging coyly as he sees a glint of shimmer from the necklace you were wearing peeking from the collar of your shirt , the one he got you when you were just a crush for your birthday. The hyungs teased him even then for going all out and he was quite embarrassed. He feels his chest swell seeing you wear it, it looked so good on you, sitting around your and up in your collarbone just right.

“What do you think Jungkook? Don’t you agree?” Hoseok suddenly says and Jungkook's eyes go wide before he looks away abruptly towards his hyung as if caught red handed from staring at you with prickly pink cheeks and then back at you to find you smiling at him. He hesitantly rips his gaze from your sparkling giddy ones and looks back at his hyung as he clears his throat.

From the moment you had walked in they had been extremely persistent and nosy, when he had opened the door for you with a giddy grin, when you guys shared an extra long hug, when he pulled your chair out for you next to him, when he would pass you a dish or pour a drink for you. And so with time, Jungkook has now been reduced to nothing but a jittery high school boy sitting next to his crush and being teased by his friends.

Even before that, they have been teasing and taunting Jungkook from the very beginning. It’s not just because he had been planning this “friendly gathering" he invited you to a week ago after mentally battling his consciousness for over a month after he had asked you out, he liked you. A lot. And his hyungs enjoyed teasing him for some reason, questioning him when he showed a little too much interest in your routine and even when leaving the house to drive and pick you up, which admittedly he really never did before but people change (“when they’re in love!”, Hoseok would add) , or when he seemed to always know about your whereabouts or what you were up to.

“How do YOU know Jungkook?” with wiggling eyebrows has literally become a catchphrase in the dorm and he’s just glad it was never brought up outside these walls. But how did he know? It’s not like the two of were dating right? Wrong.

“I think y/n looks really nice and pretty everyday. Even today.” He shrugs coolly although he taps his feet to ease his nerves under the table  and his hyungs erupt into a very audible expressions of amazement at how big their little Jungkook has become.

“Wow Jungkook, you really are grown after all,” Namjoon grins proudly as he taps the younger man's shoulder unintentionally too hard, almost making him choke on his food.

You reach for a glass of water in a hurry as Jungkook doesn’t stop coughing, patting his back while you straighten him up and bring the cool drink up to his lips to ease the tension in his throat.

“Are you okay?” you ask in concern as you place your hand over Jungkook's chest and pat lightly.

“I’m good. Thanks Y/N.” He says through pants as he places his hand over yours and squeezes, giving you a reassuring smile which satisfies you as you sigh in relief.

“Get a room you two.” Yoongi suddenly says and both of your cheeks immediately heat up, you scramble to your seat, clearing your throat as you quickly chug down a glass of water.

Meanwhile Jungkook whips his head to his unbothered hyung who finishes up the last of his meal.

“Hyung!” Jungkook almost whines and the rest of the members snicker.

“Anyways, did you guys see the article on nav*r today?” Taehyung suddenly beams and the people on their table all shake their heads, including you who leans over the table slightly intrigued, your arm brushing against Jungkook's who smiles softly. You looked so cute, brows furrowed in concentration as you leaned over to try to listen to what Taehyung had to say since he was at the far end of the table, but Jungkook feared it would be all for nothing and you would be disappointed in the end because as he turns to warily eye Taehyung, he knows that somehow it’s not going to be any sort of useful information and he might as well be right.

“The one about the couple trend these days. Matching clothes, Matching colours. I wonder if that’s true.” He ponders and thanks to his acting skills, he actually seems genuinely curious and oblivious but Jungkook can see past that.

“So that would mean Jungkook and Y/N are a couple then...” Jimin says aloud and both your eyes go wide.

You both turn your heads simultaneously to inspect each others outfit, head to toe. True enough, you were both wearing a simple white shirt with some washes out blue jeans. You were going to dress up but Jungkook had told you to just wear something casual so you opted for a good old classic white shirt and ripped blue jeans.

None of even realised until they pointed it out just now.

“Oh, haha ,we really didn’t have this planned...” is all you manage to say as you laugh nervously, taken aback and flustered because you really didn't realize and Jungkook looks just the same.

“Is this what we call destiny?” Namjoon sing songs and the boys laugh. You shift in your seat, fiddling with your fingers in your lap and biting your lips as you begin to feel awkward.

Jungkook rolls his eyes at his hyung as he shakes his head and sighs behind his hand covering his face before he looks over to you, noticing your sudden quietness.

“Hyung, can you stop it. You're making her uncomfortable.” Jungkook says with a serious expression, sounding almost irritated and the rest of the boys go quiet, slightly taken back.

“I'm fine! I’m fine Jungkook,” you reassure the boys who relax at your words and Jungkook, who you give a small smile and a little squeeze on his hand under the table. Jungkook relaxes as well, the corner of his lips tugging just a little but enough for you to know he’s a little loose now.

“So, Y/N...” Jimin speaks after clearing his throat with a cheeky grin and Jungkook immediately looks up to send a glare at him from across the table however his hyung pretends to not notice and commences with his interrogation.

“Yeah?” you reply as you sip on your glass of water before you set it down send smile at him.

“How was the food?” he asks a little too bright but you don’t pay much mind to it while Jungkook on the other hand wants to sink into the ground. He knows what Jimin is trying to get at. Something he wished they would keep away from tonight.

“It was great! I’m not even lying when I say that’s the best homemade dish ever. Did you make this Jin?” you beam as you recall the taste of the delicious meal that melted into your taste pallets like a dream.

A grin stretches over the eldest members lips as his gaze flickers to Jungkook, who begins shaking his head like a broken you , gnawing at his bottom lip, feet tapping the floor. He’s begging his hyung for mercy and you’re clueless next to him.

“Well, believe it or not, Jungkook cooked today.” Seokjin reveals and Jungkook freezes as your eyes go wide. Jungkook cooked.

Great.

Your head turns over to the embarrassed boy who flinches at the sudden movement but pretends to be cool and unaffected by how close your faces suddenly were.

“Wow Jungkook, I didn’t know you could cook, so well at that!” you chuckle as you lightly pat his arm and Jungkook's hues of pink dust over his cheeks as he looked at you with wide eyes and parted lips.

“Neither did we to be honest. He suddenly decided to cook today for some reason. He's been planning for quite a while.” Taehyung chirps in with dancing brows and Jungkook is relieved at first when he begins speaking because then your eyes are off him and he can breathe well again but then when he finishes speaking Jungkook wishes he had never said a thing.

“Maybe it’s because today is something special?” you giggled as you looked over to Jungkook who shyly smiled at, tugging at his sleeves under the dinner table to entrap his whole hands under them as he feels his heart beat get quicker.

“I bet it is. Right Jungkook?” Namjoon smiles and the maknae nods, a little too slow eyes rather glary for some reason.

“What did he tell you would be happening today?” Hoseok knowingly smirks and Jungkook sighs in defeat, head hanging low. They really were doing the most. They really were going to ruin his life.

“He just said that you guys invited me for a special dinner.” You shrug as you take another sip of water and at that moment 6 pairs of eyes turn to look at Jungkook in surprise.  That was not the truth. Jungkook desperately shakes his head, begging the boys not to speak up.

“Yeah, you’re right. It is a special dinner. Jungkook has something to reveal, don’t you ? ” Yoongi muses, popping a grape into his mouth. Jungkook freezes again. Why are they so cruel?

“I do?” Jungkook glares at Yoongi, throwing all the docile acts and attempts to get their mercy out the window at and Yoongi nonchalantly nods.

You look at Jungkook expectantly while Jungkook has his eyes trained on the pale hyung who hides a grin behind the rim of the glass of wine he had suddenly picked up.

Jungkook ponders on it, tongue poking at his cheek as he tapped his feet slowly on the carpeted floor.

You notice the tense air that is slowly catching up to you and keeping you on edge, making it difficult for you to breathe. You realise maybe you should do something so your eyes land on the empty plates on the table. You guys were done eating so perhaps you should take the dishes away.

“You know what maybe I should-" you begin, laughing nervously as you get up and lean over to attempt and grab the plates but Jungkook suddenly grasps your hand and you look down at him in confusion.

He doesn’t even look at you before speaking calmly.

“Me and Y/N are dating.”

The whole room goes silent. Your eyes go wide as your cheeks get flushed to the max. Your head whips to him in a double take and you look at him like he’s lost his mind.

The boys are frozen, before knowing grins threaten to spread on 6 proud faces and you can tell their serious demeanour is about to crack by the tremble of Seokjin and Taehyung broad shoulders.

“J-jungkook,” you whisper, clearing your throat when your voice cracks to speak again but Jungkook abruptly gets up.

“Really Y/N?” Namjoon asks softly and you sigh, looking at the ground.

Jungkook looks over to you, eyes unreadable and dark and your breathe hitches under his gaze. You gulp.

“Yes.” You smile awkwardly and then the whole room erupts into standing ovations, half of the boys dramatically fake crying while the rest hug each other.

“Our Jungkookie, he’s so grown. He’s even brought a real girlfriend home.” Hoseok fake sobs and Jungkook face palms himself next to you, trying to cover up his blushing face while you chuckle.

“After crushing on Y/N, for so long, finally !” Jimin dramatically slams the table and Jungkook groans as he rolls his eyes to the heavens, praying that they could just take him at that moment.

“Congratulations.” Namjoon congratulates, along with the other members. You can tell Jungkook is antsy to leave the room by the gnaw on his bottom lip and the tap of his feet so you look over to him and tilt your head, motioning to the kitchen and Jungkook immediately catches your signal.

“Anyways, we'll be taking the dishes away. Jin Hyung, help me do them and clean the kitchen too. You owe me remember?” Jungkook announces and blatantly orders as memories of the bet he made with his hyung when playing a video game replays in their heads with a sly grin. He sweeps way most of the sort dishes, leaving you with barely anything to carry and running to the kitchen before his hyung can retort with you following close behind.

“Aish... no matter how he changes in life, he'll always be a brat.” Jin sighs as he shakes his head and the rest of the members laugh as they get off the table, feeling proud and satisfied.

“Y/N?” Jungkook calls as he comes to stand beside you, helping you dispose of the left over on the plates.

“Hmmm?” you hum in response, encouraging him to answer as you concentrate on your work ahead.

“I’m sorry for suddenly telling the members like that. If it made you uncomfortable or anything I’m really sorry.” He says lowly and you turn to look at him, sighing with a smile as you admire his side profile, a slight pout on his lips.

“It’s okay Jungkook. I’m glad you told them. You looked really cool.” You reassure as finish up on the last plate and back away, leaning against the fridge with your arms crossed.

“I did?” Jungkook asks as he comes to stand in front of you, a light smirk on his lips and you nod as he comes to stand a mere inch away from you.

“Yeah. I think I found you to be even cooler when I found out it was you who cooked tonight. You did very well. It was amazing.” You smile and Jungkook’s eyes twinkle as his bunny teeth come to view at the stretch of his pink lips your eyes were currently focused on.

“Really?” He beams like a child and you chuckle as you nod.

“You should cook for me often.” You suggest with a taunt and Jungkook pauses, seemingly pondering your request before he speaks again.

“I could make you something for breakfast, I have something in mind. If you stay the night. If you want to.” He offers, carefully eyeing your expression.

You think about it for a moment, staying the night here?

“Would that be okay?” you ask, actually contemplating it and Jungkook nods excitedly.

“Alright. I’ll stay.” You chuckle and Jungkook beams at you like a child who has just been told they could get that one snack they were told to put back in the grocery store before at the checkout.

“Sooo...” you bite your lip, shifting your weight between your two feet as you looked at Jungkook whose childlike expression slowly turns dark, an arm coming to rest beside your head on the fridge as he comes closer.

“Yeah?” He breathes out with a smirk, his warm breathe fanning your face as his dark eyes peered into your soul.

“I was thinking-" you begin but you are cut off by the sound of someone clearing their throat at the entrance, making your head and Jungkook whip to the direction of the interruption at the same time.

Jin stood there, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest with an amused expression.

“What do you want now Hyung?” Jungkook sighs in frustration as his hand fists up next to your flushed face against the fridge.

“Just in case you forgot you had left your dear hyung with the chore of cleaning the dishes and the mess you’ve made of this kitchen while you were cooking so please give me space and as Yoongi had suggested, take this to your room.” Jin smiles sarcastically and Jungkook grunts before taking your hand and startling you, proceeding to storm out of the kitchen.

He ignores the members who look over to him with wide eyes and whispers as he walks with you into his room.

“Don’t bother us.” He says to everyone as he peers out of the door before he shuts it and locks it.

“Where am I going to sleep today...” Taehyung blurts out as he stares at the locked door.

“With those two lovebirds in there tonight, I don’t think any of us are going to be able to sleep.” Namjoon reassures Taehyung with a pat on his shoulder who looks at his older brother with furrowed eyebrows.

“Why not?” He asks confused.

“You’re too innocent, just wait for it.” Jimin sighs as he shakes his head, and just then the sound of your laughing and shrieking followed by a loud thud can be heard from the room you and Jungkook had just locked yourself in.

“God, it’s barely been a minute.” Yoongi shakes his head as he sighs, eyes already droopy.

“They were acting so shy at the table but look at them go now, are they newlyweds or something?” Seokjin joins in the conversation, peeking out of the kitchen with his hands over his head while he shakes his head. The members laugh while Taehyung is still rather clueless, but more interested than ever, a grin slowly etching onto his face as he catches on.

“Anyways I'm off to sleep in the studio. Goodnight.” Yoongi says as he gets up and heads to his soundproof personal chamber, not caring that he had just came from eating and it was still just around 9pm.

“Adios, Amigos!” Hoseok beams as he follows suit and Namjoon gets up too, telling the kids to not stay up for too long.

“Come on let’s go.” Jimin finally gives in, getting up to drag a curious Taehyung off the couch, telling him that he'd be spending the night in his room.

Meanwhile, you are distressed and in disbelief, a panting mess.

You are gaping at the floor from where you are sat at the edge of the bed and the crystal blue and yellow shattered glass on it.

You and Jungkook had been jumping on the bed when he sent you a mischievous  grin and tackled you down before you could protect yourself. You had unknowingly knocked one of Taehyung's Van Gogh inspired glass globe off the display shelves when you were trying to push him off you in a fit of hysterics laughter as he tickled you, but to no avail, not with his strong thighs and arm holding you down. It wasn’t fair fight whatsoever.

Jungkook's face was nuzzled in the crook of your neck as you were in literal tears under him, laughing at your reaction he enjoyed so much as your shirt rode up little by little. Perhaps things were going to get intense.

However, both of you froze and you pushed him off you to scramble to see what had caused the sound of an that had fallen and shattered falling in a hurry.

“Shit. Tae is going to kill me.” Jungkook says as he shakes his head and blows his fringe out of his face, observing the mess ahead next to you.

“No, he’s going to kill me. I knocked it over.” You correct with a horrified look and Jungkook laughs at your expression, making you pout at him. Taehyung treasures his art dearly so scary angry Taehyung is definitely something you’re currently expecting, but that version of Taehyung was not something to look forward to.

“It’s not funny.” You whine terrified and Jungkook laughs even some more.

“Don’t worry, we'll fix it. Tomorrow.” He reassures, pulling you into a hug, hand rubbing your side.

“Anyways, I think I should get changed.” You suddenly announce and Jungkook mutters a ‘right’ as he gets up to grab a loose shirt and some sweatpants from his drawer, handing it to you.

He turns his back to you and gives you space to change while he does too.

“Here,” he says once he’s done, handing you a gaming console once you are sat on the bed again.

You furrow your brows.

“I didn’t expect us to be spending the whole night playing games.” You say honestly and Jungkook narrows his eyes, kneeling so that your eyes are on the level as he smirks with his head tilted.

“Well, what did you think we would be doing all night, Y/N? Do you want us to pick up where we left off before ?” He asks with a low voice and a lifted brow and you cheeks flush.

“Whatever, let’s start playing.” You clear your throat, pushing him away from you so you can get off the bed to settle down in front of the television and keep your eyes trained on the black screen while you try to keep a straight unbothered face but you’re failing, cheeks and ear tips literally overheating.

Jungkook chuckles before joining you, switching the television on and starting a game.

“The loser cleans the kitchen tomorrow.” Jungkook says as he looks over to you and you scoff.

“Alright. Can’t wait to beat your ass.” You smile confidently and Jungkook raises a brow, impressed at your forwardness.

“Let the game begin.”

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Tada! Haha I try :' anyways please please let me know what you thought of it and if you liked it or not ? Thanks have a nice day ! 💜🤘🏽😳

No-one But You And Me

Prompt: "I don't really care about nothing else."

Summary: You and Jungkook would be an odd couple in the eyes of others not that anyone knew you were actually really a couple, but you are inlove. Jungkook tells and shows you all the time only has his eyes on and no-one else despite your insecurities and worries however when one of his many exes show up, you begin questioning if you're really his type. But maybe nothing else matters like you and Jungkook and your love, no matter what.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut. College!AU.

Wordcount: 8.4K

Warning: none.

A/N: hey friends ! It's been a while huh ? Anyways I hope you guys like this ! Please forgive me for going ghost... going through some stuff but anyways sorry for any errors bare with me ;’) I hope you all have a nice day 💜

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“What the hell,” you groan into the palm of your hands, beyond frustrated.

You were trying so hard to focus and study, and yes you were very aware that exams had ended not too long ago and you could relax, however you needed to clear your mind but no matter what textbook you picked up and forced yourself to read nothing was working.

Oh, what could be bothering you this much, driving you to edge your sanity? Rather who?

Who else but Jeon Jungkook? Your stupid boyfriend.

Him and his stupid bunny grin with that cute little dark dot right in the centre below his bottom lip, his silly rosy cheeks and that little scar on his cheekbone you love a little too much, his twinkly starry dark eyes, His dark thick arched eyebrows and ridiculously perfect hairline that has you gasping every time he pushes his hair back, his taut biceps and firm thighs you have an unhealthy obsession with, his luscious dark hair you always love running your hands through especially when you're making out, his tight and defined abs you would love to run your tongue down-

You immediately throw the textbook you had been clenching in your hands across the room as your mind decides to revisit the few reasons you want to erase his name from your mind even though you know it would be impossible.

You thank the heavens when your phone starts ringing underneath your sheets and you scramble to search for the vibrating device before you finally find it and as you stare at the caller ID. Perhaps you had thanked the heavens too soon because the person you wanted off your mind more than anything at the moment was the one who was calling.

KOOKIE

Great.

Your throat immediately goes dry and you freeze. No, you're not going to pick it up. You didn’t want to talk to him because you were mad at him right?

So, when your body betrays you and you slide the green receive icon across the screen , you silently curse but you don’t cut the phone.

“Hey,Y/N.” You hear him cheerfully across the line and you're instantly irritated. What was he so happy about ?

“Hello,” you say coldly as you decide to  push some of your negativity away and listen about, you can tell he was at the party because even though he was probably away from the noise in an upstairs room or something you could still hear the music and noise in the background.

Jungkook is probably taken aback by your tone and the corner of your lips tug. Good.

“Um, where are you, are you still coming ? should I come pick you up ?” he genuinely asks with a hint of desperateness and you suddenly feel so guilty and you want to quit having a tantrum but you know it’s too early to stop.

You look over to the dress you were planning on wearing when you went to the party with Jungkook, it would be your first official party together and people would finally know that you are together. But you weren't going to go, well it's not like you had that dress set and hanged on your cupboard handle for four days or anything.

“I'm not going anymore. I forgot to tell you.” You say shortly, hoping you sound as cold as possible and you’re just so glad this conversation is going on through the phone because if you saw the dejected pouty expression he always pulled, you would throw everything you had planned and your feelings out the window and kiss him to get him to smile again.

“Oh, I see, it’s okay.” he laughs but there is no sense of joy or happiness in his voice, rather dejection and sadness. You clench your fists around the sheets as you hold your breathe. It’s okay Y/N, You can do this.

“So what are you up to?” He asks again and you can tell that he had walked into the chaotic mess that is the party again probably to get out because soon the sounds cease wounds and you can hear the windy breeze of the night slightly distorting the sound of his speaker.

“I’m studying.” You reply shortly, falling back on your bed and staring at the ceiling.

“Of course, at home?” He laughs and you can’t help but laugh a little too.

“Yeah. As usual.” You reply as you close your eyes,  and exhale deeply. It felt good to be talking to him casually and without tension like this, like you usually do.

“Is everything okay Y/N? Is there... something going on ?” He asks after a while of silence and you freeze. You can’t tell him right ? He'll think you’re stupid and clingy and break up with you over this very phone call. Even though it’s not like him at all, you can’t see why that couldn't happen.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t it be ?” you shrug trying to stay true to your words but your crossed arm over your chest shows that you are in fact very infatuated as well as defensive and could snap at a given moment.

“Are you sure?” He presses, and you start to think yourself a fool because you should have known that Jungkook of all people could read you so well, even through a phone call. Even though you have been only dating for a few months nearing a whole year, Jungkook and you have spend so much time together and that has allowed you to know each other better.

“Of course I'm sure.” You blurt out briskly as you narrow your eyes and grit your teeth.

“Hmm,” Jungkook hums after a while of silence and then he's all bright and happy again.

“Alright. See you later.” He simply says and you can imagine the forced bright smile on his face as he says this and hangs up when he actually is frustrated and puzzled.

You pout as you turn over, staring at the wall ahead. Your eyes land on the little polaroid’s on your DIY mood board, the ones of you and Jungkook. Although the room is dark and the moonlight allows you to barely make out which picture is which, you know exactly which one is which. You have memorized the position heart by heart.

With a sigh, you get up and grab one. In this picture, Jungkook has his hand wrapped around your shoulder as you stand in front of him with your face covered with your palm and he is beaming with his chin resting on the top of your head. You remember just how embarrassed you were, it was your first month together and Jungkook had been a lot more touchy than before. It’s like he wanted everyone in the room to know that he was yours and you were his, even the girls who were still trying to hit on him.

A lot of people didn’t know you were together, even now which is why until this day Jungkook still receives multiple confessions and advances from the people on campus. But you don’t blame them. First off, it’s not as if Jungkook isn't the best looking, hottest and still kindest along with the smartest and most athletic well rounded guy on the campus. He is bound to have plenty of admirers, a lot.

To be honest, you didn’t even know why Jungkook insisted on talking and getting to know you in the beginning. When he had asked you out you had immediately rejected him. You thought he was joking. That every nice thing he had done for you and to you was all part of some twisted prank or bet he had made up with his silly other popular friends. And Jungkook gave you space after that, you didn’t see him for quite some time after that and you were worried because it took time for you to realize just how dejected and down he looked after you rejected him.

You were going to look for Jungkook but then he had come to you first after a couple of his friends had sent word that you were asking around for him.

You felt like crying seeing just how dishevelled he was, dark circles around his eyes and pale almost grey skin.

But still he smiled at you like always, the smile you thought was fake and calculated.

You had apologized, taking Jungkook aback. He immediately told you that you had nothing to apologize for with a small laugh and a wave of his hand.

But you didn’t leave it at that, you apologize for the way you reacted and rejected him so coldly after he has been so nice to you, the nicest anyone on the campus has ever been. You told him that you reacted that way because you were scared, there was no way someone like him could possibly like someone like you so you panicked because you thought it was a prank or bet.

All the while Jungkook listened to you with a stern look and when you finished speaking, he had debunked all your grenade theories and doubts.

He had let out a heartfelt long confession, one that left you in tears.

He had told you that he really really liked you, that you were the only one on his mind and how no-one else but you had captured his heart. He had told you what he loved about you, it wasn’t just parts of your body but he pointed out things about you that you didn’t even know and things you hated about yourself but he actually really found attractive. He told you how he doesn’t care what people would say about the two of you being together and how he wouldn't mind keeping it on the low if that’s what you wanted. There was so much more but he ended it with telling you that it’s okay if you didn’t feel the same and that he would still like to be friends with an amazing person like you if you rejected him for real this time.

Which you didn’t, and so you two were a couple.

You did garner attention, a lot of it. Jungkook didn't seem to be bothered by it because he's used to it but you kind of were. Jungkook did everything he could to make you feel comfortable, but you were still nervous and wary about it. You told him that he didn’t have to treat you like his girlfriend on campus because people looked at you two weird and Jungkook was kind of puzzled and pissed at first but he didn’t let it show too much, he agreed to your request because he wanted to put your feelings first. But it didn't stop him from still showing it a little, making your heart flutter every now and then in front of a crowd.

And so because your relationship was pretty much almost a secret, there had been many instances where some girls would try to flirt with him in front of you. You would feel insecure but Jungkook's unbothered and uninterested demeanour while he softly smiled at them and rejected their advances would have you cracking up. More so when he would wink at you across the room or sit on the always empty seat next to you at the back of class when someone else has offered him a seat. But what got you the most was when he would wait for you outside your class when he finished early and immediately take your books and walk you to his car and send you home. The open mouthed looks from the people of the campus never failed to amuse you.

Something similar had occurred today, and you don't know why but you were more affected by it than usual.

One of Jungkook's exes who is older and mature and pretty much established in life had come over to the campus. Her name is Solar. Jungkook had gone over her briefly with you once when he was telling you about a short film project he was working on, she was one of his exes you didn’t know because they were from outside the campus but have heard of because everyone seemed to be interested in his love affairs and talked about them often.

She was beautiful and slim, luscious blonde long hair and she looked really rich by the way she dressed and carried herself. It was then that it dawned on you just how different you were from all of Jungkook's previous exes, and you suddenly felt small.

She seemed lost and puzzled, looking around the campus and walking back and forth, obviously in pain as she winced with every step she took on her very high pointed heels because she's been walking around for too long.

She tries to ask for help, when the guys approach her with their own intentions and she asks about Jungkook, they grimace and say they don’t know where he is. When she approaches some of the girls with a shy smile and asks them they give her dirty looks and roll their eyes before walking away.

You begin to feel sorry for her, so with a sigh, you pick up your books from where you are sat and clutch them to your chest, walking to her and gently tapping her shoulder.

She obnoxiously whips her head around, her long whip like locks almost slashing you across the face but luckily you could dodge it.

“Hello, I'm Y/N, a student here.” You introduce yourself with a soft smile and she sighs in relief as she places a hand over her chest.

“Oh my god. Yes, I’m Solar, nice to meet you.” She beams as she reaches a hand out for you to shake, and you stare at it before looking back at her with a sheepish grin, hoping that she realizes that your hands are full and as much as you'd like to be polite and shake her hands you couldn’t really.

But she still has her hand held out even after a whole 30 seconds pass by and you realize maybe politely riveting isn't an option. So with a groan, you shift all your books onto one hand and take her hand. You almost drop them when she shakes your hand a little too excitedly before letting go and voicing to you her concern.

“Y/N, I’m looking for someone. Jeon Jungkook, please tell me you know him. I know he attends this college but no-one wants to tell me anything.” She almost pleads with her hands clasped together with a pout.

For someone her age, you can’t help but be taken aback by how whiny, childish and almost bratty she seems. But it’s cute, perhaps that’s what Jungkook liked about her.

You immediately shake off your thoughts as you redirect your attention to the desperate lady in front of you.

“He's at the Film Studies department.” You smile and she looks at you expectantly, seeming to want more and then you remember that she isn’t a student at the campus.

“Right, my bad. You wouldn't know where that is.” You laugh sheepishly and she nods.

“All you need to do is walk down straight, take a right turn at the corner near the Arts department-" you begin politely gesturing towards the dark building not too far ahead but she cuts you off with an apologetic smile as she fiddles with her fingers.

“I'm so sorry, I'm... not very good with directions you see. Jungkook has told me where I could find him before actually but I forgot. So if you don't mind could you take me there ? Only if you’re not busy or anything..” She laughs nervously.

“Um,” you trail off, not sure how to process the information you have just received, specifically the Jungkook part. You sigh as you consider taking her there, it’s not like you have anything to do in awhile since your next slot is empty plus she needs help and right now it seems like you could be the only one to help her.

“Sure,” you smile and you flinch with wide eyes when she dramatically exhales and leans on you with a hand on your shoulder as she stops herself from collapsing.

“Thank You. I owe you my life.” She breathlessly says and you awkwardly laugh before shaking your head.

“It’s okay. Just helping someone in need. Let’s go.” You smile as you pat her hand over your shoulder and begin walking towards the dark and cool hallways.

The Art and Language department is usually quite and especially during this time of  the day because classes had just ended and there weren’t even that many students at the morning classes.

Jungkook had specifically rescheduled his class so that it could fit to yours which unfortunately consisted of plenty morning classes. A small smile graces your feature and you hold your books closer to you chest as you recall the surprise when you saw Jungkook waiting for you outside your morning class on a day you didn’t even try to look good and dress up even a little. Jungkook had teased you, saying he could probably kiss you right there and it would be okay because people wouldn’t know it’s actually you which earned him a smack on his solid chest. That was the first time you held hands on campus as he walked you to his car.

You're brought out of your sweet trip down memory lane when you hear a shriek and your eyes widen in horror as you quickly turn to face the older lady you expected to be terrified but instead looked beyond happy and on the brink of tears as she looked into the window of one of the classes.

You followed her gaze and there he was.

His brows bunched up in concentration with a stern line in between, almost like he had a scowl on. His arms looked firmer and taut than ever and he wasn’t even trying as he brushed light strokes over the thick white canvas placed on the table ahead. You thought he was joking when he said he was working out more.

“Oh my god, he’s gotten even sexier right?” your head whips to Solar who seems to be in a daze as she stares at the man beyond the clear glass barrier, and you suddenly feel uncomfortable watching an ex drooling over your boyfriend.

“Um, I guess I’ll get going now.” You smile awkwardly as you bow, ready to leave but she grabs your arm and you turn to look at her confused.

“Can you please stay? It won’t take too long please. I'm... I wasn’t paying attention so I don’t really recall the way back.” She pleads with an embarrassed smile and you hold back a sigh.

You glance over to the room and look at Jungkook for awhile before your attention falls back on the desperate lady.

“You could just ask Jungkook to take you back after you’re done.” You suggest and you’re afraid you came off too cold and mean because Solar flinches slightly, immediately letting go of your arm and looking at the ground.

Shit.

The guilt that begins eating you up one too quick inside as she gives you the look of a lost puppy has you speaking words you don't really want too.

“Fine. I'll wait for you.” You sigh and the woman beams immediately as she swings your hand in hers and begins jumping up and down in joy and you can't help but panic at the sound of her heels clicking against the marble floor but you suddenly recall that the windows are sound proof.

“Thank you! I’ll be quick I promise!” she whispers with a grin before she tip toes past you to the door and opens it slowly.

Jungkook freezes when he see ’s her walk in and approach him.

You’re taken aback by her sudden and obvious shift of demeanour once the door goes shut.

Whereas her eyes were large and doe like before, she now has a sharp dark gaze while her prior almost clumsy and obnoxious movements seemed to be some thing you made up in your head as she gracefully and calculatedly struts her way to Jungkook like a panther while she swings her hips.

The childish and clueless persona is completely wiped out as she exudes maturity and confidence with a smirk before she stands in front of him, sitting on the table next to his artwork and crossing her legs.

She was just like Jungkook, a living contrast, a living contradiction.

You wish you could see his expression so bad but he had his back facing you for the most part from where you currently stood and you could barely see his side profile.

Suddenly her lips move, and she waits for a response. You don’t know if Jungkook responds or not but she places a hand over his head, trailing it down to come and rest over his cheeks while she smiled and said something else.

You feel the inside of your tummy churn as you watch them. What the hell could they be talking about?

You know you should look away and go, but still you stay and watch on.

Jungkook places his hand over hers, and her expression changes. Her eyes suddenly get glossy and her shoulder start trembling.

Because of the kind person he is, he gets up immediately and pats her shoulder.

She says something to him as tears begin falling down her face and you can't help but wonder if they are fake and Jungkook pauses for a while, seemingly contemplating something.

For the first time ever, you wish that Jungkook would not be nice for one second and just ignore her. But you know he wouldn’t. That’s not who he is.

But still, as he wraps his arms around the lady's shoulder and pulls her closer while she nuzzles her face into his chest and stains his shirt while she holds onto his waist like her life depended on it, you couldn’t help but clench the books in your arms so hard you're sure it would leave an indent in your skin as your the corner of your eyes begin to sting.

She pulls way suddenly, and you’re envious of her. Even after and while  crying her make-up is still intact and she still looks so pretty.

For some reason, she cups Jungkook's face and looks up at him with the same doe like innocent eyes she had fooled you with.

As she pulls Jungkook closer to her face and he doesn't refute your breathe hitches and you quickly look away.

You can’t watch any longer.

Just then a girl passes by and you quickly wipe away an incoming tear as you call out for her.

“Hey,” you whisper and she turns around, taking out am earbud and approaching you.

“Hey,” she says nonchalantly and you thank God she didn’t just walk past you.

“Um, can you help me? I really need to go to the toilet but there's a guest who doesn’t know the campus really well and I was supposed to go her get back to the main entrance. Can you do that for me?” you ask politely and the neon haired girl in front of you stares at you blankly for a while before nodding.

“Sure,” she shrugs and you thank her a million times before you rush off.

You don’t wait for Jungkook, you immediately get on a bus rush to your apartment. You almost collapse on the way, it felt like you lungs were burning and empty at the same time as you recall the scene in that art room between Jungkook and Solar. Surely it was all in your head Right? Maybe she was just sad and he was comforting her. But why did it look like they were about to kiss ? Why didn't Jungkook do any thing? But did he? You mentally curse yourself for not sticking around to see for yourself and being so weak and running away to cry instead.

Your thoughts are in shambles the whole route home and even as you quickly shower and before your mind resting nap.

When you had woken up, the thoughts had resurfaced and you were frustrated. That had caused you to last minute cancel the plans to attend the party without telling Jungkook. You ignored the messages that he sent you.

You groan as you plop yourself on the chair and look at the other pictures, some just of Jungkook who looked so good in candid pictures and a couple of you that Jungkook had taken and you were always surprised at how good Jungkook managed to make you when he took pictures of you.

You’re brought back into reality by the sound of the doorbell.

You expect it to be your roommate who had also attended the party while you look up at the clock, 3am, but when you open the door and you find Jungkook standing there you freeze.

Your eyes shamelessly scan him, he is dressed in a simple white T-shirt topped with a denim jacket and some dark skinny jeans with some black pair of boots. His hair is pulled back slightly to reveal his forehead and you don't know why but that suddenly irritates you and you're swinging the door shut but Jungkook is stronger and faster as his hand grips the side of the door and you have no choice but to let him in with a sigh.

“What do you want?” you shrug as you walk into the living room and cross your arms while you sit on the couch.

“Y/N, I really think there's something going on. Won't you tell me ? We need to talk it out.” He says and you can sense the desperation and confusion in his voice.

“I already said that I'm fine and there's  nothing.” You say as you turn around and glare at him.

Jungkook stares at you with dark droopy eyes and a furrowed eyebrows.

“Y/N. I know you really well, and I can tell that there's bothering you. If I did something wrong please tell me so I can fix it.” He pleads as he sighs and you look away from him.

“You act like you know me so well just because we’ve been dating for a few months?” you spit as you get up, suddenly feeling bitter and Jungkook freezes behind you. Now more confused than ever at your sudden tone.

“Y/N, what are you saying?” He huffs perplexed, frustration taking over and you can tell he’s at the edge of cracking.

“It’s nothing.” You sigh as you begin to walk past him and head to your room, but Jungkook grasps your wrist gently to stop you.

“Y/N, I can’t just go back and pretend there’s nothing wrong and that everything is okay when it’s not. Please, let’s fix this tonight.” Jungkook pleads from behind you and you feel your shoulders tremble as you sniffle, yeap you were crying.

“Y/N?” Jungkook says concerned as he lets go of your wrists and places his hand on your shaking shoulders and makes you face him.

“What is it? Please tell me,” he says as he looks down at you with furrowed brows and a frown while he cups your now wet cheeks.

“I saw you today.” You choke out and Jungkook nods understandingly, signalling for you to continue.

“With Solar.” You finish through quivering lips as you look up at him through your blurry vision.

Jungkook freezes, eyes going wide and lips slightly parted as he realises what the issue was.

“Y/N-" he begins as he sighs but you cut him off, panicking at how he could react and how he probably thinks you’re a jealous clingy girlfriend with no self confidence and who doesn't trust him.

“I mean, it’s not like I’m jealous or anything you know. I'm just a little- like... I mean it’s okay. Ignore me.” You laugh nervously as you sniffle and rub the tears off your face while you back away and take his hands off of you but Jungkook is quick to pull you into a hug.

“Jungkook,” you croak out as you nuzzle into his chest and sob your heart out.

“Shhh,” Jungkook coos as he places a soft kiss on your cheek and nuzzles into your neck while he rubs your back and massages your neck.

When you’ve calmed down, he pulls away and stares into your swollen eyes.

“Y/N, are you jealous?” He asks with a hint of a sly grin and you tut your tongue as you feel another wave of a sob coming.

“Jeon Jungkook I hate you so much,” you croak out as you hit his chest and he catches your hand you little fists in his large hands the second time you try to hit him again with a low laugh.

“You don’t mean that.” You chuckle and you pout at him before you glared at him through your sticky eyelashes, unable to refute because you know it’s true.

“You don’t have to be jealous, you have no reason to be. Trust me.” He says as he smiles at you reassuringly and undoes your clenched fist and places your warm palm over his cheeks which he leans into .

“I would never cheat on you or anything but I understand why you would feel a certain way about it. I should have thought about my actions first before I did anything, I’m sorry.” He apologises as he looks into your eyes

“It's okay.” you instinctively begin grazing your thumb over the scar on his cheekbone. You had a weak soft for it and you didn’t even know why.

“What happened?” you ask as you still feel very curious of the conversation they had.

“Her husband passed away. So she was really sad about it.” He shrugs and you gasp. You were being selfish and childlike by sulking at him comforting a mourning woman, but then it dawns on you that if she was married and she had been with Jungkook as recent as a couple of years ago....

“That’s very unfortunate.” You express as you push your thoughts away.

“Yeah, she needed someone to talk it out with. She was actually happy, her husband was quite the tyrant.” He chuckles and you shake your head while you hold back a laugh.

“You can’t say that. He’s dead.” Your conscious speaks and Jungkook nods with a lazy smile, his hair slightly falling over his eyes.

“She's free now. She reminded me of how she said she could be with me forever after her husband died since he was really old and asked me if I’m still up for it.” He continues as he carefully observes your reaction.

“Oh.” Is all you say as your shoulders slumped. But why were you so bummed out? It’s not like he accepted it right ? But it doesn’t change the fact that she’s a woman who is established and experienced in life and could give Jungkook more than just a poor small heart and could actually help him get to where he wants to be in life, she was actually beneficial to him. Not only that, she wasn’t afraid to be bold with and about him even in front of people meanwhile you were still cautious about your relationship. He really did deserve better.

“So you agreed and then you kissed her ?” you almost spit accusingly and Jungkook squints at you as he tries to process what you have just said.

“Y/N, I didn’t kiss her.” He says firmly as he stared into your eyes with an unwavering gaze.

“You didn't?” you blink, taken aback.

“Look, I don’t know how much you saw but I didn’t kiss her. When she tried to, I stopped her. I told her that I’m in love with the most amazing beautiful person on the world, with you.” He says as he shyly looks at you with tinted cheeks and a soft smile , and you feel a lump in your throat grow.

“I told her that I'm happy and that I won’t ever leave you for anything. Y/N, this isn't just for her. Whatever it is, I’ll never leave you unless you tell me to word by word. Until then, I won’t . I couldn’t even if I tried, you just mean so much to me. I can't imagine my life without you Y/N, you’re literally my other half." He finishes, resting his forehead on yours as he smiles down at you.

Your body moves according to your heart and before you know it you’ve wrapped your arms around his neck and have pulled him into a kiss.

The kiss is deep and needy, but still sweet and soft.

You push his chest slightly, motioning for him to walk backwards and he does.

Before you know it, you're in your room and you pull away while you push him down onto the bed only to head to the door and shut it while you discard your shorts just in case your roommate comes back soon and you  walk over back to him and straddle his lap on the edge of the bed.

He kisses you for a bit more before he starts trailing wet open mouthed kisses down your neck and marking you as his large hands roam over the skin under your shirt.

You suddenly feel hot and humid so you reach for the hem of your shirt as you pull it over your head.

“Fuck,” Jungkook swears as he marvels at your see through lace clad breasts and you smirk.

You had bought it a couple of days ago with the intention to spice things up a little in the bedroom with Jungkook and impress him if you guys ended up in escaping into a vacant room at the party and this moment now is one the few in your life that you’ve ever felt this confident. You had to admit as you caught a glimpse of your reflection on the mirror on your bedside table, you looked really good.

Jungkook looks up at you as he begins placing light open mouthed kisses over the swells of your plump breasts while your fingers weave into his locks  and you smirk under his seductive dark gaze as he suckles on your flesh.

You press your aching core against his bulge as he begins sucking on your nipple through the thin lace material, the feeling of his wet tongue along with the rough material against your sensitive skin having you roll your head back in pleasure as you grind into his hard clothed member.

One hand comes to squeeze your other breast as he unclasps your bra and he latches onto your free hard nipple while he tugs and rubs your other. He looks you dead in the eye as he flicks the pert bud with his tongue before he sucks on it some more, cheeks hollowing as you arch your back into him and pull him closer.

“Jungkook, please,” you moan breathlessly as you buck your hips against his, feeling your high coming close and Jungkook smirks against your skin before switching over to your next breast and showing it just as much care attention.

He pulls away abruptly, leaving a long  trail of saliva from his lips to your nipple while he smirks at you before he licks his lips and you grind against him once more.

“Fuck Y/N.” He growls as his hands to hold your hips in place  and he chuckles lowly at your neediness.

He lifts you up by the waist slightly and turns around to set you in the bed before he comes hovering over you and capturing your lips in his.

Your hands trail down his torso to tug at the hem of his shirt and Jungkook gets up on his knee, pulling his shirt off his head and smirking as you admire his physique before reconnecting your lips.

“You've been going to the gym a lot lately,” you chuckle in between the kiss and Jungkook smirks against your lips as your fingers trails down his ripped and to his deep V line muscle while you challengingly looked him in the eye with your bottom lip captured in between your teeth.

“Yeah, but this is my favourite sport.” He smirks as he gropes your breast again and nuzzles into your neck, making you gasp as his knee simultaneously comes up to rub against your dripping throbbing core in between your legs.

“J-jungkook, please i- fuck!” you groan as you buck your hips up against him and tug at his belt until it comes loose. You palm him, smirking when you elicit a growl from his as you undid his zip.

Jungkook pulls way and gets on his knee, marvelling the dark wet splotch against his jeans before looking back at you with a scoff.

“You’re an fucking wet Y/N. Are you that desperate for my cock Y/N? So desperate that a good girl like you would fucking swear?” He says as he narrows his dark eyes down at you and his scrutinizing gaze has you squirming under him as you buck your hips into thin air.

“Fuck yes. Jungkook please fuck me !” you moan breathlessly and Jungkook quirks an eyebrow.

“Maybe I should neglect you like the way you neglected me as revenge, as your punishment. What do you think baby girl? “ he smirks and you feel like you're out of breathe, head feeling light as you fisted the sheets.

“No please. I'm so sorry I’ll never do that again. Please forgive me, just fill me up with your hard cock and spill your seeds in me please,” you pant as your bare chests heaves up and down dramatically, the sight enticing Jungkook who only grows harder as he licks his lips and admires the view.

“Fuck. Fine, are you ready for my cock baby girl?” He asks as reaches into his boxers, taking out his angry heavy cock and giving it a few pumps before he looks up at you.

“Yes, yes please.” You nod enthusiastically and Jungkook smirks as he takes your legs and puts it over his strong shoulders.

He pushes your panty to the side, kicking his lips as he admires your swollen slick cunt.

“Fuck Y/N, you look so wet, bet you taste so fucking sweet.” He muses as he runs his fingers up and down your womanhood and you gasp as you clench around nothing and your cheeks heat up as he brings up his shiny fingers to his lips and he licks your juices off of his fingers.

“I’ll eat you out another day. Now I’m gonna fill you up with my seeds, okay ?” he asks as he aligns himself at your entrance and you nod.

Without any further talk, he pushes himself into you and you feel a tight knot form in the bottom of your belly as he fills you up to the brim.

“You take me in so well, fucking tight around my cock.” he grunts as you clench around his length before he starts moving.

“Jungkook,” you moan as you grip the sheets tighter, eyes shutting in pleasure as he hits you right at your soft spot with every thrust. He knows your body so well.

“I could come just fucking you like this right now, your tits look so amazing.” He grunts as his grip on your thigh tightens and you whimper as you look at the light sheen of sweat over his milky skin under the moon light as he bites down on his bottom lip.

Shamelessly, your hands come up to shyly grope your breasts as you look at him with flushed cheeks.

“Damn Y/N, you look so hot doing that fuck.” He growls as he quickens his pace and your a panting mess while you tightly grip your breasts as you feel your high come. Soon enough all you see is white and stars above your head as you release around him and buck your hips up to him.

You reach your hand up and you fingers brush his shoulder in an attempt t bring him closer and Jungkook notices so he comes down and wraps his hand around your waist while he uses his other hand to hold himself up above you until your chests as are flush against each others and you feel tears burn the corner of your eyes while Jungkook continues to fuck into you just right and you feel your second high coming.

“Jungkook, I'm going to come again,” you sob as your finger nails claw into his back and Jungkook kisses your neck.

“That’s good baby, I'm close too. Come for me.” He encourages as he lifts you up slightly by the waist so that he can fuck you better and deeper and with a couple of aggressive thrusts you come undone around him and with a few more he releases his warm seeds in you as he slumps down into your figure.

He pulls out when his cock is soft and flaccid, pulling you into his chest as he covered the both of you with the sheets.

“Y/N?” He calls after a while of sweet silence.

“Hmm?” you hum as you nuzzle some more into his chest and Jungkook chuckles.

“I love you more than I have anyone else. And I hope you know that nothing is going to change that, okay ?” he reassures as his blunt nails massage your scalp and you feel your already shut eyes flutter at the tingly sensation as you nod.

“I love you too.” You smile and Jungkook chuckles.

“Goodnight Y/N,” he sighs as he shuts his eyes and settles into slumber.

“Goodnight.” You say as you slip into deep sleep.

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You almost don’t wake up the next morning and you would have missed your class if it weren't for Jungkook.

Jungkook chuckles at you across the room as you rush out of the shower and chaotically search for something to wear in your drawer.

“I swear to god it’s not even funny, we're going to be late Jungkook!” you grunt frustrated as you finally find  decent sweatshirt that will hopefully hide the purple splotches on your neck and chest but even if it wouldn't you couldn't care less at the moment.

“And I look like a mess!” you groan as you take off your towel and slip on some underwear and a strapless bra while you grab a random pair of tights on the floor. Jungkook was getting dressed while he was waking you up and it’s not like he needed to do much, a simple black hoodie and some sweat pants you had stored in one of your drawers was more than enough to have him looking fine as hell.

Jungkook gets up from the edge of the bed where he sits to come and back hugs you once you're dressed having you relax into his embrace with a sigh.

“Relax, you look fine.” He reassures as he kisses your temple before letting go and heading for the door.

“Wait, I'm coming!” you call out as you put a hand up and motion for him to wait for you, quickly slipping on your sneakers and waddling to the front door as you attempt to properly put on your shoes before you join him after you've taken your bag and many books in hand.

Jungkook shakes his head while he chuckles before taking your books and bag as he opens the door and you head out.

The moment you step out of the complex you freeze.

“Uh Oh,” is all Jungkook says and you run your hair through your hair with a deep exhale . This can't be happening.

“I’ve told you again and again not to park here Jungkook!” you grunt as you tug at your locks sand Jungkook looks at you wide eyed like an innocent child who has done nothing wrong and yore mad because it’s that look that causes you to soften up and almost feel bad at getting at him.

It’s not as if his car had been towed or anything and you were just overreacting.

“Sorry, I forgot.” He shrugs with a hint of pout and you can’t help but think it’s a jab at the same thing you told yesterday but you push it off your mind, it’s his car anyway and not yours so you shouldn't be this bothered.

“I guess we’ll take the bus today.” You sigh as you cross your arms.

“Sure,” Jungkook beams, a little too giddy but you don’t think much of it.

You don't have to wait for too long before a bus arrives and soon enough you're sat next to a fascinated Jungkook who gapes at everything outside the window.

“You've never been on bus before ?” you chuckle as you admire his childlike features of amazement, eyes flickering while he tries to take in everything he sees zoom in past.

“I have, I used to. But it’s been so long. It feels good to not have to have my eyes on the road for so long, you know, and worry about going off the road or something, this feels good for a change.” He says with a soft smile and glimmering eyes.

“You’re right.” You smile as you rest your head on his shoulder and now, you don't care that there are indeed people from your campus on this bus who eye the two of you.

You take Jungkook's hand on his lap and intertwine them in yours. This felt good.

You get to the campus in a few minutes and after paying for the both of you, you get off.

The campus is still quiet empty because there are students who are still in their first slot that would be ending soon so the walk to your class with Jungkook is pretty smooth.

Soon enough the bell rings and Jungkook freezes, eyes going wide as he stares at you and you chuckle as students begin to emerge from their class and fill the hallways.

You don’t miss how people eye and whisper about the two of you not so discreetly but for today you don’t care.

“Thanks Jungkook,”  you smile after taking your bag and grabbing the books you'd be needing for now and reminding him to keep your things in his locker since you'd realized you forgot your keys when you were rushing out today.

“No problem.” He smiles sadly and you nod.

The next thing you do is a surprise for both Jungkook and the multiplying crowd that erupts into a gasping whispering frenzy.

You cup his cheek, making Jungkook’s eyes go wide, standing on your tiptoe to place a kiss on the corner of his lips.

“See you later,” you smirk as you tap his chest and walk into your class, not needing to look back to see a flustered Jungkook standing there stunned as a grin slowly creeps onto his features.

“See you later.” He smiles as his cheeks get tinted.

And in that moment, from then on you don’t care what people say it think. Because you love Jungkook and he loves you and nothing is else is more important than that.

From then on, you smile as you sit on your seat, heart fluttering when you look over your shoulder and find Jungkook passing by waving at you like a little child before he winks and disappears into the crowd of people and almost bumping into them as he walks backwards still looking at you, nothing-no-one else matters but you and him.

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Helping Hand

Prompt: "what are you waiting for?"

Summary: You're used to helping people and you enjoy doing so. However when a friend asks for something your heart heavily accepts, you find the will to be selfish for once in your life and get what you've always wanted- who you want, even if it's just for a moment.

Pairing: Jungkook×Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut. College!AU. Friends to???!AU

Wordcount: 8.8K

Warning: oral (male receiving), slight degrading name, male nipple play, sloppy hand job. Yeah.

A/N: hey guys ! Miss me? Lol I don't think so but anyways It's been a while, here's something I've had in my stash and polished I hope you enjoyed even if it's not enough! Sorry for those on mobile! Sorry for the mixed tense uses, i’m not in my right mind now sorry i’ll fix it! Have a nice day and thank you💜

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Jungkook halts his motion, an eyebrow slightly quirked up as he stared at you with a quizzical look.

You simply gulped, holding his gaze seemingly calm but underneath the table your feet tap against the polished wooden floors, thighs hitting the cool seat of the faux leather in the chair you had just sat on.

“Sure.” Jungkook shrugs, eyes returning to the book he had grabbed from one of the shelves on art and music which reminds you that you had a test to study for too but that’s beside the point, more importantly, he agreed.

“Sure?” you repeat a little confused as you lean over the table a little, as if to get him to repeat himself clearly not that you didn’t hear the first time around. You just couldn’t believe what you did hear. Maybe you didn’t like it. Maybe you wanted him to say something else.

“Mhm,” he hums in response, eyes focused on the book ahead as his fingers gently tap at the table, following the tune of music you could catch faintly coming from the single head phone snug in his ear, the other dangling around his broad shoulder.

You’re glad he isn’t looking at you, he doesn’t notice the way you falter back slightly as if hit by a gush of wind or how your fists clench over the cool table top or how your shoulders slump.

“I see. Great.” You force a smile as you nod, the words more directed to you than him.

Jungkook looks up at you again, and you freeze as his eyes linger on you, hoping you don’t seem too tense.

He tilts his head and squints his eyes, as if he found something interesting etched on your face and you suddenly get self conscious.

“What?” you blurt out flustered.

“Nothing.” He dismisses before shutting his book with a sigh and you furrow your brows but don’t dwell on It, it was probably better for you.

“It’s just one date right?” He asks and you nod weakly, avoiding his eyes. Hopefully it would be one date. But if he ended up liking her it could be two then three then four... and as much as you loved the idea of Jungkook finding the love he deserved you were afraid that you would loose him in the process. He was your only friend and as selfish as it was, you wanted him to yourself. If you can’t have him as anything more, even just as a friend that would be more than enough.

“God,” He groans before getting up and you finally face him again.

“Here,” he slides the book he was reading to you and you glare at him.

“Hey, keep it yourself!” you click your tongue and Jungkook grins at you, irritating you some more.

“Come on, just help me keep it will you?” he cocks his head to the side, pouting at you as a piece of hair falls over his eyes , making him look like an innocent grinning child. You groan, rolling your eyes and pushing yourself off your seat as you cheeks heat up. You make a beeline to the art shelves but your stomps don’t get too far before he calls your name. He’s lucky that there weren’t that many people in the library and that the librarian loved him because he sure does get away with too many things he does in here, not practicing absolute silence within the library walls being one of the them.

“Y/N,”

You turn around, a groan building at the back of your throat and you’re about to express your irritation when he throws something at you.

“Jeon Jungkook I swear to God-" you begin ripping the heavy piece of clothing off your face but when you aren’t covered by a curtain of pure blackness and your senses aren't overpowered by annoyance and a hint of dejection, you realize it's the hoodie he was wearing. Still warm, the soft whiff of vanilla, the gentle scent of baby powder and fresh laundry easing through your nostrils like a dream.

You furrow your brows, puzzled as you look up at him, finding him clad in a rather fitting white T-shirt and plain ripped jeans. So that’s what he was wearing under ? Typical. And he still managed to look fucking hot. You hate him so much.

“You looked really cold.” He shrugs with a lazy smile, it’s as if he read what was going through your mind and your cheeks get heated. You look down at what you were wearing. A simple pair thin of baggy leggings,  a loose airy blouse and sandals. Nothing “attractive” or “stylish" but it was hot outside so you opted for this. In all honesty you weren’t planning  on making a stop to the icy library today at least but even you don't listen to you.

“Uhm, thanks.” You mutter, shyly looking up at him and he smiles brightly.

“No problem. See you later.” He waves before walking out. Until he walks out the glass doors and disappears into the hallway, you're holding your breathe, the warm sweatshirt and book held so close to your chest only for you exhale deeply and relax when there’s no sign of him.

“What have I done?” you lament as you look at the objects in your hand and shut your eyes tight.

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“He said yes?!” Mia gasps, covering her ajar mouth when she realises she’s in public and you chuckle lightly. You couldn't hate her even if you tried.

“Yup.” You nod, taking a sip of your latte, and placing the cup down.

You were currently on break and Mia wanted to meet up at the nearby cafe on campus, she wanted an update on her request.

“I didn’t think you'd ask now? Like so fast? You guys really are close huh? Like friends.” She muses and you nod reluctantly.

“Oh my god Y/N, thank you such really. I just... wow... a date with Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook!” she  shrieks, gripping the table and shaking it and you quickly save your drink before it comes crashing to the ground. It was expensive and you were going to relish every single drop of It, down to munching on the ice cubes if they don’t all melt by the time you were done.

“You're being so dramatic. It’s just a date with a guy. It’s not a big deal.” You laugh at her ridiculousness, she’s acting like she just won a lottery.  But in all honestly you were laughing at your self too, it’s just a date. Why were you so worked up for? Before when you asked Jungkook and even a little now? Plus you were helping a friend.

You had just met Mia about 3 of months ago, she switched a class of her that you had too but in the morning while hers was in the afternoon. She ended joining your morning class and she approached you first.  Sweet and cheerful. Really pretty with dark hair and light eyes. Great eyebrows and pink lips. Slim and well endowed, just right in your eyes but perfect in every one else’s. She had other friends who she would hang out with from time to time but none of them were in her single morning class, save for you.

You were not surprised that almost all the guys in your class had a thing for her, some even outside the class  but she had her eyes only one person. You would come to find out just a few weeks ago. She had told you that she liked Jungkook. Admittedly you laughed at her and she frowned, asking if it’s funny because Jungkook won’t consider her because she’s not his type to which you quickly cleared saying it wasn’t the case and perhaps you should have not told her that she is his type out of guilt, the comment had gotten to her head. That had been the drive for her to ask you to ask him to go out on a date with her just a couple of days ago.

You remember being very flustered and at loss of words for a good minute, you couldn't even laugh about it anymore because she was serious. The fear that contorted into the lines of her face as her eyes glossed the longer you stayed in silence was just enough an indicator.

So you had asked him, for her. And he said yes.

“Oh my god Y/N, of course you wouldn't get it. You don’t see him as a real man and he doesn’t treat you like a real woman.” She states as a matter of factly and you know she’s just being honest and there’s no malice behind her words, that’s probably what everyone thinks. But it feels like a jab to your heart, for the second time today.

You simply coax a low laugh before sipping your drink again, so you don’t have to speak as she waits for a respond.

“Anyways look, this means so much to me. Thank You Y/N, really. I appreciate it so much.” She reaches out for you free hand with a smile and you smile back her, trying to make it as convincing as possible.

“No problem.”

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You’re on the field, sat on one of the bleachers as you squint down at the book on your lap, the bright sunlight that brightened the sheet of white to max and erased the black made it harder for you to read.

You feel a trickle of sweat trail down your temple and you wipe it with a sigh as you give up on the book and lean back.

Why were you here again?

Oh that’s right, you recall as you find the reason on the field, sweaty and active. Jeon Jungkook. You watch as he runs back wards on the shirt green grass, shouting something at the other boys who followed him ahead, dragging tyres that were attached to their bodies around their waist across the wide plain.  Of course, the captain of the football team. He's so bossy. Especially when there would be a game around the corner. The next big game being this weekend.

He had asked you to watch over his things which were currently sitting right next to you over text and you hated that as much as you dreaded sitting on the benches under the hot sun, you always ended up here.

You sigh once more as you shut the book, resting your elbow over it, your chin perched in your palm.

Jeon Jungkook, the captain of the football team, the smartest student in campus, the guys who gets all the girls- and guys to be honest. Basically what every college boy wants to be. But despite all that it never got to his head. He’s so humble and down to earth, sure he could be a bully and a jerk to you sometimes but his better qualities took over. He cared for you, scratch that, he cares for everyone. A heart of gold and the looks and build of a greek god to back up his unrealistic existence. It’s like he stepped out of a coming of age teen fiction novel. Without the cringe.

You watch him command his team on the battle field, he was tense, veins protruding as he reprimands a team mate who misses a toss. With the game coming up soon you wonder if Mia would be sitting on where you usually would be sat to cheer him on, as his girlfriend.

You quickly shake your head, for some reason shuddering at the thought.

Your eyes fall back onto the men on the team,  a shy smile etching on your face as you find him again. Your eyes widen when he lifts the hem of his shirt, bringing it up to wipe of bubbles of sweat that had gathered on the top of his lip. Fuck. He’s ripped, did he get even more fit?

You flinch when your phone buzzes in your bag set on top of his, wondering if anyone has caught you drooling at him as you look around while your hand is stuffed in your bag, roaming to search for your phone.

You finally grasp the device and unlock it.

4 messages from Mia.

Mia:

Oh my god and you didn’t even tell me earlier.... I could’ve dressed cute I literally look like a hobo today... [1.34 pm]

You snort. You has asked her to join you at the field and she was going through some mental breakdown. She could be so over at times. She literally never looked like a hobo, even when she didn’t try dressing up after a night of partying with a hang over, she looked great. However even when she was dressed to the nines she managed to criticize her looks. Sometimes you wonder if it’s satire because if you were in her body, you wouldn't know how to act.

Mia:

I’m going to change. Might run a little late. Some of my girls are lending me their fits hopefully they’re cute lol [ 1.37 pm]

Mia:

You think he’ll notice me? I hope he does ... [ 1.38 pm]

You cinch your brows. Now that you think about it, Jungkook never really ever talked about Mia. Ever. Even though you two were friends. If you didn’t know him you would think he was gay but you knew him and you knew of his rather... frequent sexual escapades with some of the girls on campus. Other than that, perhaps they be fucked before but that’s not possible right ?

You shake of your thoughts and resume reading.

Mia:

I’m here Y/N... where are you? I’m gonna leave. [1.41 pm]

At that you look around, eyes squinting as you search around for her in the crowd that seemed to multiply from since when it was just you and couple of people sat at the benches.

You get up and descend, realising that you need to move to find her, she’s probably standing at the entrance before shooting her quick text once you're down.

You:

I’m here. In front of the front row at the middle benches. [1.44 pm]

You press send and peek your head at the entrance looking for any sign of her.

Your eyes light up when you see her emerge behind a group of guys who she pays no mind to. But when you see she’s with her other friends you grimace a little. You didn’t really like them. There were about 4 of them, 2 you recognised to ones Jungkook had fucked before, they gave you dirty looks whenever they could but you don’t really care. The other 2 you’ve seen causally around campus, more times than not, snogging somebody.

“Y/N!” She shouts as she smiles while waves at you and wave back, trying to keep an equally bright smile as she approaches you. She did change, now dressed in shorts and a cropped top while she was wearing jeans and a singlet before. She really did borrow their clothes.

The next few things happen so fast.

You watch as the her face contorts to that of horror as she stops on her tracks and looks at you, the girls at the back slowly mimicking her expression. You furrow your brows. Did they see something on your face the closer they got?

The crowd erupts into gasps and you hear Jungkook calling your name so you turn to face the field and the moment you do you feel a strong gush of wind blow onto your face before a ball collides onto your face hard, really hard.

You drop backwards to the steaming ground, vision blurring as you find it hard to breathe. Your head is pounding, ears ringing as you groan in pain.

A crowd forms around you, blocking out the sunlight and the air gets heavier as it only gets uncomfortably warmer with the amount of bodies in your vicinity. You feel something wet around your upper lip and down the side of your lips.

“Make way. Give her space.” You hear a voice say as the crowd parts. Jungkook.

He kneels down next to your sprawled figure, a hand coming to rest on your cheek as you weakly turn to him.

His face is heavy with concern, brows synched in the middle, jaw taut as he bites on his bottom lip so hard that the skin around the pressurised area become white.

“Jungkook, it hurts,” you croak out as you feel another wave of pain surge through the nerves in your brain, making you grunt and hiss.

“Fuck, where are they!?” he shouts to whoever was behind him, you couldn’t see.

“They’re on their way.” A voice timidly responds and Jungkook shuts his eyes, loosing patience.  You assume they're referring to the first aid and you sigh, trying to regulate your breathe through your mouth because your nose was bloody and you weren’t going to inhale blood into your system.

“Fuck It,” Jungkook mutters next to you and you almost don’t catch it, consciousness slipping away. But you’re alert as a strong pair of arm hooks beneath your knee and you back, hoisting you up into the air bridal style.

“J-jungkook?” you say through your half lidded eyes, as he begins walking nut he doesn’t respond eyes trained ahead as he makes his way to the nurses office with you in arm. You slowly give in, head nuzzling into his warm chest as your lids get heavy and close off.

But before you drift away, you catch it. In the crowd of people, Mia stands there with her girls. She trembling as she grips her bag tight.  Is she glaring at you?

You don’t know, may be it’s all in you head. Plus you really can’t trust your judgment in that moment because just one second later your vision blacks out.

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You slowly peels your eyes open, groggy and vision slightly blurry.

But soon enough you adjust to the lighting, wincing slightly as you feel a throb at the back of your lids when you move in bed.

“Y/N, you should rest up.” Jungkook says in concern with a light scowl as he places a hand on your shoulder to gently lay you down again.

You slowly face him, immediately regretting the movement because your head throbs but only for a second because once your eyes land on him you suddenly feel better.

Looking over his shoulder you realize you're at colleges infirmary. Just the two of you.

“Jungkook, you’re here.” You smile softly and Jungkook chuckles at your reaction.

“Where else would I be silly?” he raises a brow and you huff.

“How are you feeling?” he pushes his chair closer to the bed and looks down at you. You’re faces are so close and your cheeks prickle as you look up at him and his breathe fans over your cheeks.

“I’m fine.” You reassure with a weak smile and Jungkook frowns as studies your face.

You tense up and fist the sheets when a hand comes up, pushing your hair aside gently to reveal a spot on your forehead where a gauze is bandaged down. His eyes meet your eyes and your breathe hitches, he looks so sad. So hurt. His fingers graze down your cheek, lighting up the skin it touches before resting on the corner of your lip. His thumb barely circles around the skin as he looks at the dried patch of blood right next to it.

“Fuck, this is all my fault.” He suddenly says exasperated as he pulls away and you frown, grabbing his hand.

“No it’s not.”

“Yes it is. I should have not forced you to come there knowing you don’t like It, I still had to-"

“First of all, I went there because I wanted to. Second of all, that means you didn’t force me. I enjoy watching you train Jungkook. I’ve been doing it for a long and this is the first time something like this happened right?” you smile softly as you raise your brows tauntingly and Jungkook reluctantly nods with a pout. He’s such a brat.

“It was just a mistake.” You reassure, hoping your thumb rubbing at his knuckles work to ease him and thankfully it does. You sigh in relieve.

“I still feel so bad though. I might have to ditch the date tonight so I can take care of you.” He deadpans and your eyes widen. The date. It was today.

“No, you can’t ditch it. I’m fine I told you. I can take care of myself.” You laugh nervously but Jungkook shakes his head.

“I don’t trust you.” He simply says and you sigh in frustration. He’s making your head hurt more.

“Jungkook please, I swear I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“If you’re worried about the date since she’s your friend you don’t have to be. I’ll reschedule it.” He shrugs and you want to give in but it’s not fair. Not fair for Mia.

“Jungkook, she really likes you. She’s been waiting for this and preparing for it. Please for me, just go. I won’t force you to keep seeing her if you don’t enjoy it. I know it’s selfish, but please just for tonight.” You almost beg as you stare up at him through your lashes and grip his hand tight.

Jungkook presses his lips into a thin line as he contemplates although he already knows what his answer is. He could never deny you.

“Fine.” He grunts and you beam.

“Thanks. Really.”

He squints his eyes at you, tilting his head and you build your guard up, you hate that ‘I’m reading you' look.

“What?” you gulp and Jungkook tilts his head in the other direction as he observes you in silence.

“You know,” he begins. “You're very far from selfish.” He says and you roll your eyes at him with a chuckle.

“I just wished you'd stop being too selfless and not be so nice to everyone and do what they say for once with no guard a lot of the times. I don’t get it, it feels like I’m the only one you’re extra careful of. That kind of hurts me.”

You stare at him wide eyed. That’s a very strange confession and it’s quite a lot to process.

“What?” you blurt out and Jungkook chuckles, shaking his head.

“Nothing. Don’t think too much about It, don’t want to hurt your pretty little head anymore than now.” He sighs as he smoothed down your hair, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead.

Your cheeks heat up as you stare at him wide mouthed when he pulls away. He simply smiles back and you’re about to smack him hard when you hear someone clear their throat at the door.

It’s only when Jungkook turns to face the source that you get a glimpse of who is there.

“Mia?” you call out, smiling softly but immediately feeling guilty, wondering if she saw Jungkook kiss you.

Jungkook doesn't look at her for too long and you can tell that it bothered her, fists clenched once he looks away and his attention is directed to you again. Great.

“Get better soon.” He smiles as he gets up as Mia walks in, you see her face drop when Jungkook gets up but she quickly rips her gaze away from him and looks at you, forcing a smile.

“Y/N, how are you?” she asks and it almost sounds stiff and awkward but you don’t blame her.

“I’m fine.” You smile and your eyes expectantly land on Jungkook who hasn’t left yet, but he is instead fiddling with his phone as he searches for something, bottom lip jutting out.

Rolling your eyes you look back at Mia with an apologetic sigh and she just nods.

You’re brought out of your sentimental wordless exchange at the sound of a rather comical camera shutter.

Your head slowly turns to Jungkook as his doe eyes slowly leave his phone that is held up to his face.

Silence.

As if he didn’t just secretly snap a picture of Mia or you, god knows, he stuffs his phone back in his pocket and winks at you-or Mia before walking off while whistling.

“What the fuck.” You’re as dumbfounded as Mia who stares at the door, her pale cheeks tinted as a smile forms on her lips.

You can’t help but smile as you see how happy she is at Jungkook possibly acknowledging her.

She turns around heading for the door to catch up to Jungkook you assume but you manage to catch her hand quick.

“Hm?” she coaxes a smile, seeming rather impatient but you don’t let it get to you too much.

“Have fun tonight. Good Luck.” You hold her hands and she nods, smiling before running to the door.

You sigh and sink into the bed as you stare at the closing door laying on your side. You pull your knees into your chest and burry yourself in the sheet, and for some unknown reason you start crying.

Great.

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Your head is resting against the headrest as you exhale and inhale sharply to calm yourself.

You were currently alone at home, your parents not being at home and you left the window open to let in the fresh crisp night air.

You were thinking. About Jungkook. And Mia. The date.

You wonder how it went. If he liked her, if she still liked him or liked him even more now. If they were holding hands or if they kissed. If they were going to see each other again.

You’re heart clenches as your mind decides to further. If they were currently snogging and doing the deed. You quickly shake your head furiously , not caring that it causes you pain, shooting up straight where you sit as a few images of Jungkook and a girl in a compromising positions flash through your head. Your cheeks light up and you heave, gripping the sheets. Why were you imagining such a thing? And why was it you and Jungkook in such a situation in your mind?

You groans face palming as you throw your self back onto the head rest and sigh in frustration.

“What’s on your mind, my fair lady?”

Your eyes go wide as you almost fall off the bed, your head whipping towards the window where Jungkook sits, arms crossed leaning back onto the window frame as he smirks at you.

“You scared me oh my god. Can’t you just use the front door like normal people?” you click your tongue as you fluff your sheets, wanting to avert your attention from him especially since he looked really good in just a black V neck shirt that exposed the tops of his solid chest and ripped jeans that hugged his thick thighs so well. The moonlight that shone down on his milky skin and made him seems like some knight in shining armour didn’t help with the somersaulting butterflies in the depth of your belly. Did he dress up for her?

“I didn’t want to make you move from your bed. You should rest.” He shrugs as he backs off the frame and walks towards you.

You glare at him and he halts, gulping at your tense eyes. You eye his shoes and then the carpet, Jungkook gets the hint. He takes off his shoes before joining you in bed.

“How are you feeling?” he sits in the side next to you.

“Better.” You let him know and Jungkook smiles.

“You look nice. How was the date?” you clear your throat as you play with a loose thread on you sheets. Jungkook smirks at the compliment before speaking.

“Meh.” He shrugs, scooting closer to you and you tense when plops his head on your lap, eyes shut as he inhales and exhales.

You try not to over react, you were only wearing loose shorts and a thin loose white t shirt. The feeling of his head on your lap, his hair tickling your thighs made the hairs on your body stand, your breathing uneven. You try to ignore the feeling in you as your heart beat gets abnormally faster looking down at him, he’s so beautiful.

Shit. Act normal Y/N.

Hesitantly you reach up to brush his hair aside, revealing his dark eyebrows that seemed slightly synched, a faint line forming in between his brows. The corner of your lips twitch, he was stressed. And he wanted you to unwind him. You lightly push his hair back, fingers weaving through his dark locks. Jungkook visibly relaxes, lips patting slightly as you repeat the motion, your nails soothingly scraping at his scalp.

“Did the date not go well?” you laugh lowly as you study the shift in his expression for good second as he recalls it, it’s almost like irritation, brows synching again before he relaxes at your touch again.

“You could say that.”

“You know. I’m surprised you’re here and not elsewhere with her. I thought you would spend the night with her or something. ” You shrug and Jungkook stays silent for a while before his eyes shoot open, his larger hand clasping yours over his head as he lazily stared at you with blank eyes. You stare back at him wide eyed taken back by the sudden shift.

“Is that what you think of me? That I'd fuck anything in skirt?” he asks as he eyes you with slightly narrowed eyes and you gape at him. Wow. Your mouth opens and close as you try to arrange your thoughts but you fail to do so, his tense eyes on you and his warm hands over yours is making it harder for you to think straight.

“Hmm?” he urges, raising a brow at you. He wants to you answer.

“W-well I don’t know. It’s not like you don’t ... sleep around.” You defend yourself, cheeks flushing as you finish up your sentence, eyes looking everywhere but at him.

“Yeah but I don’t fuck just anyone. For example I don’t fuck with witches, Y/N.” His eyes are stern on you and you look down at him, brows furrowed.

“But she’s not a witch, oh my god. She's really nice and kind. Plus she’s your type.” You don’t want to admit it but it’s true.

“You’re really gullible.” He shakes his head, the corner of his lips twitching and you huff. You? Gullible?

“Excuse me? I am not.” You cross your arms and Jungkook chuckles.

“Right. Also who said she’s my type?”  he quirks a brow at you and your eyes widen. No-one did, you honestly just assumed.

Jungkook narrows his eyes at you as a glint of something that irritates you flashes in his dark twinkling eyes, lifting his head off your lap.

Your faces are inches apart as you lock eyes.

“Then what is your type?” you ask shyly and Jungkook tilts his head, offering you a lopsided grin.

“My type? Not sure. Do you know your type?” he shoots back and you’re taken back at his sudden attack.

He smirks at your evident hesitance.

“Right?” he laughs and you pout, glaring at him.

“You.” You finally say.

Jungkook stops laughing, eyes trained on you in silence with a puzzled look in them.

“You. You’re my type dammit.” You groan in frustration at his lack of response and confusion.

Jungkook's eyes slowly widen and you grip your sheets, afraid of what he will say.

“It doesn’t matter though. It’s just a silly crush thing in my head. Forget I said anything.” You quickly save yourself, throwing your feet off the side of your bed.

You’re about to get up when Jungkook holds your hand to stop you. Your heart leaps in your chest and you slowly turn to look down at him.

You find him staring at you with blank but calculated eyes. He’s waiting for you to protest if you will. But you don’t.

He let’s go of your hand, placing both his large hands on your hips and pulling you closer in between his legs. All the while he carefully looks into your eye for any sign of unwillingness but there isn’t any. You yourself place your hands over his shoulders, linking your fingers behind his neck as you straddle him and your face to face with him.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he breathes out, almost melancholic and you feel guilty for some reason, tightening your grip in your fingers behind his head.

“I don’t know. I guess I never thought you would ever see me like that. That’s what everyone said anyways, that you don’t see me like that... as a woman.” You avoid his gaze as you confess.

Jungkook stays silent.

“How long?” he asks and you’re assuming he’s asking how long you’ve been interested in him.

“Um, since the first day I saw you? I didn’t think we would become friends but we did and I-i tried to push the feelings away but they wouldn't move. They... they grew.” You explain.

“You really are the worst crusher I’ve ever seen. You should have said something, anything. Instead you’re out here trying to set me up on a date.” He laughs humourlessly and you feel anger build up in you.

“Excuse me? I might have never said anything but even those girls you fucked knew I had a thing for you, it’s not my fault you think and see what you like with your dick.” You spit as you glare at him and Jungkook's  eyes widen at your outburst.

“Look Y/N-"

“You know what? Forget it. Forget I ever said anything.” You push yourself off him, only to be pulled back into his lap, this time your chests flush against way other.

“I’m sorry. Don’t say that, to just forget it.” He breathes out as he looks into your eyes and you shudder under this proximity, this position.

“Why?”

“Fuck Y/N, I like you too okay ?” he sighs in frustration and you gape at him.

“Jungkook are you saying this because you pity me? Because of my confession? Jungkook you don't have to-"

“I mean what I said. I like you Y/N. It has nothing to do with what you said. That’s why I'm  here instead of anywhere else getting laid.” He firmly says while he looks at you with an unwavering gaze.

“J-jungkook," you croak out as your palms come to rest over his broad shoulders.

You gasp when you feel him hard, pressing against your aching core.

“Y/N, I’ve wanted you for so long.” He groans as his dark eyes pierce into your flickering ones.

“M-me too." You confess and Jungkook hisses, biting his lip as his cock twitches in the constraint of his tight pair of jeans.

“Y/N, don’t tempt me unless you really want this.” He warns, hands on your grip tightening and you nod.

“I want this.”

You don’t need to urge him any more because soon your lips are against each others, hands roaming to feel every inch of skin, weaving through locks.

You find yourself laying down on the bed, your back flush against the bed as a shirtless Jungkook suckles on your neck, decorating your skin with splotches of blood red and deep purples.

“Fuck,” He hisses as you wrap your legs around his waist, pressing your wet core to his strained cock.

“Please, I need you.” You whine as you tug at his locks and Jungkook pulls away.

You can’t believe the sight in front of you. Jungkook with bed hair, lips swollen and parted as he stares down at you with dark eyes. A light sheen of sweat covers his body, he’s glistening under the moonlight that enhances his unreal beauty, the white light that shines down on him making him seem like some naked sculpture you would find in an ancient museum.

Jungkook smirks, tilting his head.

“What is it?”

“You’re just so hot oh my god.” You say without thinking, cheeks flushing as hands fly up to cover your mouth once you realise what you’ve said.

Jungkook simply chuckles, leaning down to place a peck on your cheek.

“Thanks, cutie.”

You smile behind your hidden mouth at the endearing term.

“We can stop here if you want.” He suggests and you raise your brows at him. How is he going to act like he doesn’t currently have the most painful hard on you’ve ever seen.

“Let's do a bit more.” Your hands trail up and down his ridged abdomen, reading him further as you smirk up at him.

“What do you want to do?” he questions and you bite your lip, holding back a laughter. He’s so riled up but he wants to play it cool.

“Sit up.” You almost command and Jungkook raises a brow at you, impressed with a smirk as he gets up.

You lead him to lean against the headrest, your fingers trailing down his torso, teasing his sensitive nipple and gaining a moan from him once he’s set. Interesting.

You straddle his lap, taking off your top. Jungkook gapes at your chest, albeit covered in a flimsy sports bra, you might as well be top less. You nipples protrude through the cotton material, threatening to poke holes through.

“What are you looking at?” you innocently look at him, pressing your breasts together with your arms and Jungkook's hips buck up into you.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” He groans and you simple chuckle. You’re going to keep it on. For now.

You pull yourself closer to him, grinding into him mercilessly as you kiss his neck and suckle lightly.

Jungkook is a moaning mess under you, the string of curses and profanities flowing out of his parted lips increasing as you bring your fingers up to graze his nipples.

Smirking against his skin you go lower, your belly now pressing against his core as you peer up him through your lashes.

“What are you going to do Y/N?” he questions desperately through his breath as his hands weave through your hair and you smirk, jutting tongue out to kitten lick his sensitive nipples and marvelling how bumps rise around his aroused bud at minimal touch.

“Fuck, Fuck, Y/N.” He bucks his hips into you again sharply, head thrown back as his grip on your locks tightens. You repeat your motions, braver with time as Jungkook's moans encourage you some more. You suck on his nipple, tongue swirling around the darkened bumpy perimeter before you latch onto it and look up at him through your lashes. The sight of him, flushed cheeks and fluttering eyes, a soft crease between his brows with his lips slightly parted has you smirking in pride.

“Fuck,” he breathlessly let’s out and you pull away with a chuckle.

You move lower, your breasts pressing at his erection.

“You’re so hard Jungkook.” You marvel down at him. He’s grown since the last few minutes and you begin to wonder just how big he is.

“Don’t tease Y/N.” He warns when you staring tracing the outline of his cock through his pants.

You oblige, unzipping his pants and gasping at the darker wet splotch on his boxer.

“Quick, baby.” He commands, losing his patience and you reach into his boxers, taking out his length.

Your mouth waters at the sight, his cock sits heavy and full in your hands, you barely manage to wrap your whole arm around it. The veins that run up and down his large dick along with the angry hot too makes you drool, licking your lips as you take in the all the package his carries.

“Look at you. Drooling over my cock, I always knew you would be a slut for my cock. Aren’t you?” he smirks smugly and you nod ferociously.

“Yes Jungkook, you’re so big.” You begin pumping his cock, eyes glimmering as pre cum drips from his slit. Your thumb comes up to smear it all over his cock in fascination.

“I bet you would take me so well, my cock would fit just right in that pretty little mouth of yours.” He grinds into your hand.

“Oh yes. Oh my god, please let me suck your cock. Let me taste you.” You press your thighs together as Jungkook eyes you with a cruel gaze.

“I don’t know if you deserve it. Do you even want to suck me off, have me fuck your face when you sent me away to another person? Do you really want my cock? Do you deserve it? Like I’m some slut,” he huffs and you’re on the verge of tears as you beg him.

“Please. Let me suck your cock. I’m your slut, please let me do my job. I want to suck you cock. I’m sorry, I’ve always wanted to suck your cock.” You are desperate, you wrist flicking as you jerk him off, Jungkook tensing under your words as he shuts his eyes and growls.

“Suck,” he says and you waste not time, diving in and taking in as much of him as you can. His tip tickles back of your throat and you take him in further until you gag slightly.

“Fuck, Y/N. You take my dick so well.” He groans and you hum in response,  the vibration sending him on edge as he bucks into you, making you gag once more as you pull back and go back down.

You repeat coating his cock with your saliva mixed with his seeds, quickening your pace as the praises keep coming from him.

“Such a whore for my cock. No-one can suck me off like you, fuck this feels so good.” He grips your hairs and you feel proud, your core aching and dripping.

“Y/N, I'm close.” He pants out.

Jungkook’s abdomen tenses as he begins thrusting his hips into you, fucking your mouth ruthlessly as he feel a his high coming.

His high is here, you quickly pull your head back and release his length with a pop, fisting his cock. He furrows his brows at you, grunting in displeasure.

“I want you to come on my tits.” You say, cheeks heating up on your own words and Jungkook lazily smirks at you as you pump his cock.

“Fuck,” he groans and soon enough his warm seeds are spilling onto your chest, hips bucking into your grasp as he continues to fuck into your hands until you milk every last drop of his seeds.

You pant, cheeks heating up as you look at Jungkook breathlessly eyeing your breasts.

Your eyes trail down to follow his gaze. His seeds cover your chest, trailing down the valley of your breasts.

You straddle him again, sitting on his cock that you swear is getting hard again.

“Y-you want to... see?” you shyly ask, motioning to your chest ask as he stares at with dark eyes.

“Yes.” He keeps the eye contact and you nod.

You slip the strap off your shoulder, eyeing him all the while. The look of excitement in his eyes as he grips your waist elicits something intense in you.

Once you finally take it off completely, you feel Jungkook's dick press against you again as he marvels the sight of your breasts on full display for him.

You gulp, not sure of what to do while stares.

“You’re beautiful.” He smiles up at you, his hands trailing up your ribcage, teasing at the underside of your breasts.

“T-thank you...” You mutter, breaking the eye contact and Jungkook chuckles.

A finger hooks under your chin to make you face him as he attaches his lips with yours, the kiss soft and sweet, slow and warm.

“I mean it,” he smiles into the kiss and you melt under him.

You moan when his thumb brushes over your hard nipples and you shudder as he pinches the bud.

He does the same to the other, massaging your breasts as he kisses the sensitive skin under your jaw.

You press your chest into his, the both of you whimpering when your nipples brush over each other.

“Fuck,” Jungkook digs his nails into your side as shudder when your clothed core rubs against his hard cock, coating him with you lady juices that soaked through your flimsy garments.

“What the fuck?”

You freeze at the sound of an unfamiliar voice at the doorway.

Your head whips over your shoulder, and your heart stops beating as you find as you find two of Mia's friends standing there. 1 of them snarling with clenched you knew to be the girl Jungkook fucked before.

You gulp, guilt settling into your bones as you grip the sheets closer to your bare chest.

“What are you doing here?” Jungkook finally speaks, sounding more irritated than ashamed.

“What are you doing here? You're supposed to be with Mia.” She snarls at Jungkook who doesn’t respond or show any remorse before she turns her eyes to you, huffing as she crosses her hands over her chest.

“And you? You're supposed to be her friend but here you are fucking her boyfriend.”

You feel like you've been hit hard in the face at that, eyes tearing up as you tremble.

“I swear, it’s- I’m so sorry.” You stutter, ignoring how Jungkook eyes you in confusion, he’s probably wondering why you’re being so ashamed like you didn't enjoy it and maybe like any of the two of you did anything you regret.

“Pathetic.” The other friends shakes her head and you sigh, getting off the bed after managing to pry Jungkook's fingers off you. You’re sure he’s pouting but you don’t even want to look to confirm, have him influence your emotions again.

“Look, you can tell Mia or whatever. Just... don’t lie please. I want to talk to her about it. To apologise.”

“You bet we're going to tell. Good Luck with that, if she’ll listen to you.” The second girl huffs and you can only nod.

After dragging the jealous girl along who seems like she would prefer to stay here and pounce on you, it’s only you and Jungkook in the room.

“Aren’t you going to ask them how they got in?” he finally speaks up and you sigh.

“Jungkook you came through a fucking window.” You remind and Jungkook tries to defend himself.

“Yeah, but-"

“Enough!” you shout, finally snapping.

Jungkook is taken aback by your outburst but he doesn’t retaliate.

“Get out.”

Jungkook whips his head towards you, brows furrowed as he gets off the bed and approaches you.

“Y/N, what's this about now?” he laughs humourlessly, brows furrowed.

“Jungkook. We can't- we can't be friend after this. It won’t work.” You admit, eyes trained on the ground.

Jungkook tries to reach for your hand but you flinch away, not daring to look up and look at the fallen look that Jungkook has on at you rejecting his touch.

“We... We don’t have to be friends. We can move past that.” Jungkook desperately searches your eyes as he tries to be hopeful.

“I can’t do that to Mia. I’ve already done enough. To much. I shouldn't  have.”

“Y/N, you did not do anything wrong. There’s nothing wrong with what we did. We like each other. I don’t like her. I like you and you like me too. Don’t tell me you regret it?”

You don’t respond and Jungkook shakes his head, huffing.

“Don’t lie.”

“I do. I regret it.” You finally look up at him and Jungkook's breathe hitches as his breathing gets uneven.

“Then I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, that I read you wrong. So wrong. I hope you can at least forgive me, I deserve that much.” He says with empty eyes. He waits for you to speak but you don't, only ripping your gaze from him and looking at the ground again.

Jungkook nods, pressing his lips into a tight line as he walks past you. He grabs his shirt, slipping it on before he walks towards the door.

He gives you one last look before walking out.

“Goodbye. Don't forget to lock your window and door.”

The door shuts and you stay there, your feet digging into the carpeted floors to stop yourself from running to him.

Once you hear the front door click. You collapse to the ground, crying into the palms of you hands.

How did this happen?

You lost two people you cared about in one night. The only ones you had.

Now you were all alone. You had no-one.

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Thoughts ? Part 2? haha anyways Have a nice day thank you for reading 💜

Helping Hand {2}

Prompt: “what are you waiting for?”

Summary: You’re used to helping people and you enjoy doing so. However when a friend asks for something your heart heavily accepts, you find the will to be selfish for once in your life and get what you’ve always wanted- who you want, even if it’s just for a moment.

Pairing: Jungkook×Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut. College!AU. Friends to Lovers!AU

Wordcount: 4.5K

Warning: sex lol ?

A/N: KKSSRY SORRY :( better later than never right ? Anyways here's the second part have a nice day and enjoy! Thank you for the responses on the last one, means alot 💜 I'd like some feed back on this one too if you have time thank you 💜 ps my laptop is acting up so I had to post this on mobile so I can't add 'read more' im so sorry :(

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1 . 2

You're running so fast down the hall, sneakers squeaking with every pressure of your feet against marbled floor.

Your lungs burn and your eyes sting but it doesn't matter. You can’t stop running, you won’t stop running. Not until you get to him. You need to see him. But are you ready for it though? The realisation dawns on you and you slow down a little, hesitant as your sudden rush of excitement dies down, reality and fear taking its place.

But it’s too late, because as you bump into a broad solid chest and almost fall over only to be rescued by a strong arm encased around your waist that has you looking into deep dark eyes you had begun to miss and longed to look into, a conversation you shared with Mia not too long before resurfaces in your thoughts and you find yourself fisting the fabric of his shirt.

You exhale and inhale deeply, sweaty palms gripping the doorknob as you gulp. All you have to do is get pass this door, into the bathroom and apologize. Easy.

“You can do this Y/N.” You chant again for the nth time and the more you say it the less effective it is. You’ve been standing in front of the toilet door for over 5 minutes. Luckily no-one else has come to use the loo because it'd look weird as hell having you just stand there when you could just walk in. But you’re scared. You’re not sure of what. You've said so yourself that you don't mind what choice she makes, you don’t deserve to ask for more. You're lucky if she even as much says anything to you. But still there’s a churn in your belly that tells you that this is not going to end or proceed as expected.

Shaking your thoughts away you finally push the door open and step into toilet. You find her there, applying her favourite lip gloss through the reflection. You stiffen when her eyes jump to you before she resumes her duty, wiping off some around the edges.The silence is toe curling and so you decide to finally speak; “We need to talk.”

She pauses, squinting her eyes before turning around to face you with her arms crossed, "I know you fucked Jungkook.” Your face reddens as you grip your bag handle tight, lips ajar.

“I’m sorry.” Is all you manage to say and you watch her eyes narrow as she huffs. This is so not like her but maybe if she ended fucking the guy you like after he lowkey rejected you right after your date you wouldn’t be yourself too.

“You know Y/N, I never expected you to be such a whore.” You stumble back slightly at her words, throat going dry. Ouch. “Come on, fucking the guy you knew I liked? You're the last person I expected to do that. I trusted that you would be-useful to me but you ended up stabbing me in the back. I really hate you Y/N.”

“I know what I did is wrong and you don’t have to accept my apology but I'm sorry. I just- I don’t even know."

“It doesn’t matter. I guess I’ll just do things on my own and get Jungkook by myself. You weren’t of any help.” She throws her hair over her shoulder with a sigh as she grabs her bag on the sink and leaving the toilet. Wait. Did she just say... “Mia, you were using me just to get with Jungkook?” you catch up to her, grasping her arm. You don’t care at how she eyes your hold on her with disgust as anger and confusion brews in your being. “Answer me.”

“Yeah. I was. I was using you to get with Jungkook.” She admits annoyed, wiping her arm when you let go of her but you don’t catch that over dramatic display of hatred. Your heart sinks to your feet.

“Mia..." You croak out as your eyes begin to tear up. You thought you lost Mia the night you lost Jungkook, but there was an inkling of hope in you. However now learning this it feels like you’ve lost her, your friend, twice. And it has an ugly twist forming in your belly.

“Don’t act all hurt. I should be the one who is hurt. Y/N, you have no idea how shit you’ve made things for me and Jungkook.” She shakes her head as she clenches her fist and glares at you.

“Mia, I know I fucked up and I’m sorry for sleeping wit-"

“Not that. Even since before.” She scoffs and you furrow your brows. What is she talking about. “Before you and Jungkook met, we were dating for 6 months.” The information settles in slowly, but surely. And soon your small heart is filled with so many overwhelming emotions welling up in you. Jungkook was actually in the longest relationship term you've ever seen him be in before he met you and it was with Mia. You didn't know that. You feel so deceived, Mia said she didn’t know Jungkook and Jungkook pretended not to know her. What happened? What created such a hostile air in between them and what caused they’re break up?

“Suddenly you came around. It was because of you.” She seethes and you’re more confused than ever, did she just answer the questions in your head?

“What do you mean?”

“You. He started caring for you. He literally only knew you for a month and he was so relaxed with you... do you know how hard it was for me to get him to open up to me even just a little? And you had him wrapped around your little finger in one fucking month? Someone like you?” You don’t manage to answer, just looking at the ground as you fiddle with your fingers. It looks like you had done her more wrong than you knew you have. “I got jealous . I mean who wouldn't get jealous? I did, so thought I'd make him jealous too. I fucked his friend.” She says with no remorse but you can tell she wish she had never done it because she obviously would do as much as faking a friendship for months just to get him back.

“And it’s all because of you. You know the moment we had an argument, he ran straight to you? God sometimes I wish you would just disappear. I don’t even know what Jungkook see’s in you to like you that much.” How did she know that Jungkook liked you? You doubt she was standing outside the room when he confessed or that he told her.

“He told me that night at the date.” She confirms and you gape at her. Oh. "He told me to stay away from you because he knows what I'm doing, he said that he won’t forgive me again if anything happens to you, can you believe him? He’s such a prick!” she groans and while she is going through it your heart is fluttering, he talked of you like that?

“He really likes me...” you deadpan, forgetting Mia's presence and it bothered her as she clicks her tongue but you’re not paying attention to her. Jungkook really likes you and you just shut him off.

You’ve apologized to Mia and now that that is out of the way, you need to get things with Jungkook right for once and for all.

“Mia, again I’m sorry. I need to go.” You sincerely say one more time before you zoom off, leaving a stunned Mia standing there.

“Y/N?” Jungkook breathes out, his face barely inches away from yours, your chests pressed flush against each other as you gaze into each others eyes. So many words are being exchanged through a simple look of the eye, words neither of you know how to convey verbally.

“Jungkook, I-" you thoughts get stuck in your throat and you feel your eyes tear up. You were the one who cut him off but you were crying.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he furrows his brows, trying to reach up and cup your cheek but you flinch away from his touch, heart breaking when pain flashes across his face at your repulsiveness.

“Sorry,” you push him off you, not looking at him once as you walk away. You heart sinks with every step as the image if Jungkook's shoulder slumping when you walked past him replays in your head.

It feels so wrong but you know it’s right. You’re not ready, not yet. Because all it takes is you crying your heart out to sleep that night for you to wake up feeling fresh and determined.

.

This isn’t good.

The moment you step into the field you freeze in your spot. Maybe the look of defeat and loss on the faces of those who sat at the gold and black benches in contrast to the cheers of those in red and white should have indicated the situation for you but now that you see the score board you realize the initial assumption your tried to push back was right. Your college team is behind by several marks. And this is very unusual.

Your eyes fall to the team members who are clearing the field, on a 10 minute break before the game resumes. Naturally you search for him in the midst of people as you walk past the audience bench to the players area but there’s isn’t a sigh of him. Hesitantly you tap one of the players shoulder, a broad shouldered Seokjin you knew to be a friend of Jungkook's.

“Y/N!” he beams, almost going in for a hug to which you raise a brow at him, eyeing his sweaty figure.

“Sorry,” he sheepishly laughs as he scratches the back of his head, making you chuckle. “What's going on?” you motion towards the score board and Jin sighs, placing his hands on his hips.

“Man, I don’t really know but we're doing pretty shit. Even Jungkook isn’t playing as well as he should be.” Your ears perk at the mention of his name and you clear your throat. “Do you know why?” you ask almost desperate and you wonder if it makes you sadistic to want to be the cause of his apparent distress, frankly you do want to be the reason. Only because you want to be the one to de-stress him.

“No idea. Why?” he teases with a knowing grin and your cheeks flush, “But I think it should be fine. Since you’re here now, our lucky charm. Should've come earlier.” He pats your shoulder and you laughed. There’s this inside joke/myth within the team, that you’re their lucky charm. The college football team didn't really have that great of a reputation but ever since Jungkook took over as captain in the new batch, they have been on a winning streak. And quite coincidentally you’ve been there at every game.

“Come on, you guys work too hard for you to say that I’m the reason you guys win. I just sit there and barely pay attention, football is boring.” You joke and SeokJin raises a brow as he hums.

“Yet still you come here all the time, to watch this ‘boring football’, I wonder why...” He ponders aloud and you pout at him.

“Anyways, since you’re here and we're on break, you should go check up on Jungkook. He's in the locker room at the end corner by himself. I think he'll gain his senses once you guys talk or something.” He begins walking into the locker room and you furrow your brows before you speak. “What makes you think that?”

“I know.” He winks before disappearing into the crowd of his team mates. Ripping your gaze from the group of sullen boys who cheer up when Seokjin begins cracking his dad jokes, you walk towards the opposite direction.

You brace yourself and step into the room. The first thing you notice is that just dark, the lights weren’t switched on and the sun was setting ahead. You walk in further before you find Jungkook, his head hunched over his body as he sat at the bench. He’s is shirtless, a light sheen of sweat over his back that moves up and down with every heave of his breathe. His fists are clenching, unclenching , clenching.

You freeze when he abruptly looks up and turns his head to face you, looking at you with wide eyes that glimmer through the wet bangs that lay over his eyes, some sticking to his forehead. “Y/N?” he says in disbelief, voice hoarse but low, afraid that you’re a figment of his imagination and that even the force of his voice would have you fading away into thin air.

“Hey.” You smile, awkwardly standing there.

“Hi.” He responds and then there is complete silence as you just stare at each other.

“Fuck, you probably think I'm a loser even more now. I didn’t want you to ever see me like this.” He laughs humourlessly, running a hand through his locks in frustration. “No Jungkook, you’re not a loser. And I certainly don’t think that.” You sit down next to him and Jungkook scoffs throwing his head back to rest on the lockers with his eyes shut. You try to keep your eyes on his face, not his ripped body but even that is hard since he looks even hotter now, all sweaty and breathless.

“Yeah right. I’m a fucking excuse for a captain. Can’t even lead my team into winning because i- you know what forget it.” You frown at him, is he dumb? “Jungkook, you’re not a loser. How many times have you guys won huh?” you place a hand over his thighs and Jungkook's eyes shoot open, gaze flickering to where your hands are before he looks up at you.

"Jungkook you’re a great captain. You've brought honour to the college with your team and no-one else could have done it. You're a champion. You can get back there on that field and win it.” You squeeze his thigh and Jungkook stares at you blankly. It’s hard to read his thoughts when he remains so blank and unresponsive. “You know, we can only win if you're there.” He suddenly says, leaning forward and you chuckle at his ridiculousness.

“Well I’m here now aren’t I?”

He turns to face you, his dark eyes locking with yours and the sudden proximity of your faces has your breathe hitching, cheeks prickling. “Y/N, why are you here?” he asks, almost sounding frustrated but you take no offense to it somehow.

“Because ... because I care.” You gulp, finding it hard to form a sentence with his intense gaze on you. “For me or the team.” He questions, head tilted.

“Both. But especially you.” you confess and then there is a long silence as you simply stare at each other.

“You confuse me. You tell me go away and then you tell me this. Why?” he shakes his head as he looks away, running his fingers through his hair again, biceps flexing.

“Because I like you.”

“What?” he whips his head towards you as he shifts in his seat as his cheeks redden. "Why are acting so surprised I literally told you that already.” You roll your eyes at his reaction as you chuckle.

“Yeah but I thought... You know... after that night and when we bumped into each other and you ran away that you didn't feel the same anymore.” He shrugs and you groan in frustration. Why was he making this so hard?

Without warning you push yourself off your seat to straddle his lap and cup his cheek. “I’ll show you okay? How I feel. How you make me feel.” He stares at you wide eyed and surprised but he nods as his hands rest on your hip and waist.

You lean down, capturing his lips in yours. The kiss is sweet from the fruitiness of your gloss and a little salty from the sweat on Jungkook. You take in all of him, fingers trailing down the edges if his torso while the other tugs at the hair in the nape of his neck. His hands slip under your top to fondle your breast and eliciting a deep moan from you that has him tightening his grip on your waist to pull you closer to his chest. You feel his hard cock pressing against your soaking clothed core and you can't help but grind onto him.

“Fuck,” he groans, hips bucking up to met yours. You steal a glance at the digital watch on your wrist. You've got about 6 minutes left. “We need to make this quick, baby.” You pant out, not missing the way Jungkook smirks at the term of endearment as he bites his lips.

You palm him through his pants and he rolls his head back, he hisses when you reach into his tight pants and take out his angry hard cock. "Wait, I don't have a condom on me.” He grabs your wrist to stop him, but you peck the corner of his lips and grin at him.

“I’m on the pill.” He nods and let's go of you, his balls going tight at the thought of being able to fuck you raw with no hindrance and fill you with his cum. He let’s you take control, watching in bliss with hands tight around your waist as you rub his tip against your slick entrance. When you sink down on him both of you gasp. You immediately clench around him but you don’t stop, the drag as he guides you further down while you take in all of him pleasurably painful. It’s intoxicating and it has you catching your breath, nails digging into his shoulders as you start moving. "Oh my god,” you moan jumping on his cock as Jungkook’s fingers hook on the middle of your bra under your top, pulling the fabric down so that your breasts are now free of the constraints, nipples pebbled visible through the natural just shows how aroused you are home your tits bounce and your chest heaves with every thrust.

“Look at you, hopping on my dick like a fucking slut.” He growls as he latches onto your stiff nipples through your top and you shriek, arching your back into his mouth. He chuckles against your jiggling breasts as he moves onto the next, pinching and flicking your free needy buds with his thumb and it has you rolling your head back, the corners of your vision blackening as your high arrives. “Jungkook, baby, I’m so fucking close,” your thrusts are weaker, thighs aching but you are desperate and try to go faster despite your throbbing thighs. Jungkook senses your frustrations through your whines and hooks his hand on your hips, lifting you up and slamming you against his cock, occasionally bucking his hips up to yours.

“Jungkook, I’m going to come oh my god,” you pant as you let him fuck into you and you cry out as you release around him, hips twitching as he continues thrusting his hips up to yours with his brows knitted. "I’m so fucking close.” He grunts, snapping his hips up to you before he spills his warm seeds into you with a growl.

You stay like that for a while, his head on your shoulders and your head on his breathlessly. “I really like you Y/N. Fuck I love you so much.” He confesses into the crook of you neck and pulls you closer to him by your waist. A smile graces your features as you tightened your embrace over his shoulders.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Mia and I earlier. I didn’t think it was important. Sorry.” “It’s fine.” You chuckle with a shrug and he chuckles as well.

“Are you going to pull out or...” You remind as you eyes trail down to where you are still joined and you’re surprised his still intact in you, did he get hard again? "Fuck right,” a tint spreads over Jungkook’s cheeks as he lifts you and stands you up, shoving his dick back into his pants. You try to ignore the outline of an obvious bulge with pursed lips, holding back a laughter. “If you win, we can go for a second round tonight. Maybe more.” You sing song with a shrug as you begin walking out, leaving a wide eyed Jungkook who is getting dressed. A grin slowly spread across his face as he catches up to you.

“Wait,” he holds your hand, pulling you into his chest as he drapes his varsity jacket over your shoulder. You notice he is wearing his gear already. You raise a brow at the action, a bit taken back. Jungkook’s eyes trail down to your chest, where two wet patches lay where your nipples should be. Your cheeks heat up as you recall how Jungkook was sucking on them before this. "Thanks,” you gulp and Jungkook chuckles, taking your hand in his. Just then the door flies open sand Seokjin peeks his head from the door, light pouring in.

“Hey cap, hey Y/N. Hope you guys are done, the games about to start.” He smirks and you roll your eyes. “Right. Um, guess I’ll be going then.” Jungkook grins, unable to control the giddiness he feels and infects your heart too, swelling as he swings your joint hands.

“Good luck Jungkook. Go win it.” You pat his chest. “I don't need luck, I have you here. And a night of just me and you fucking to look forward to.” He quirks a brow with a smug smirk and you smack his chest.

“Whatever. Go.” You usher him out and he laughs, heading for the door. “Oh and Jungkook?” you call out, biting your lips and hugging the jacket closer to your body when he steps out the door. "Yeah?” he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed.

“I love you too.”

Jungkook tilts his head, a grin that makes your heart race spreading across his features as he pushes himself of the door frame. He nods to himself before turning his back on you and walking out.

What was that? You furrow your brows but you don’t pay much mind to it.

They do end up winning the game, and you should've recognised the look Jungkook had earlier sooner. The look of determination and unmatched prowess, the same look he’s giving you now as you’re sprawled beneath him, completely naked while he is half dressed hovering over you with a devilish grin.

“Tired, sweetheart?” he cocks a brow and you quickly shake your head. You don’t care for the ache in between your legs, you want him even more now. “Alright baby girl, on your knees.” He commands and you quickly scramble into position. He takes his place behind you, wet chest pressing into your back while damp hair tickled got ears when he places a kiss on the top of your glowing shoulder.

“Are you ready?” he breathes into your ear, and you eagerly nod, whimpering when he cups your breasts under you roughly to gain a verbal answer from you.

“Yes, fuck Jungkook I want your cock!” you arch your back to press your behind into him, gasping as his twitching member rubs at your entrance. “Such a needy slut for my cock. Even after I’ve fucked you so good so many times just tonight... tsk tsk tsk,” he shake his head and you let out a strangled cry as his hands trail down and pinches your engorged clit, sensitive from previous abuse. But still you buck your hips into his hand, panting as rubs the button of nerves.

“Please, I can never get enough of your cock, I need it. Please fuck me again- oh Fuck.” You throw your head back, immediately clenching around him as he shoves himself in you with ease, gasping with every thrust while you grip the sheets.

From the reflection of his mirror ahead, you feels yourself grow wetter with time at the sight of him pounding into you ruthlessly from behind, lips caught in between his lips with furrowed brows. But from the corner of the mirror image on the reflection, something glimmering catches your attention.

The gold trophy of today’s victory.

A reminder of how you ended up in this situation not that you were complaining at all.

Also a reminder that tomorrow, and for more than a couple days, you might not be able to make it out of bed or even stand on your own two feet. But you don’t mind. You really don’t.

“Fuck,” you grunt as Jungkook strengthens his thrusts, the bed squeaking while you fist the sheets , mind on the edge of sanity again as his cock pounds into you and bumps your g spot.

This is going to be a long long night.

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How was it ? I hope you all liked it thank you for reading 💜💫

sugar and spice ( 1 )

pairing : resident bad boy!jjk x model student!reader

setting : highschool!au x stepbrother!au

summary :

a messy highschool!au x stepbrother!au where model student reader who has quite a few dirty little secrets sees her world take an unexpected turn when her mother comes home one day with an engagement announcement, to the father of none other than the school's resident bad boy.... Jeon Jungkook.

genre : smut, for laughs, kinda pornish, slow burn with collosaly overwhelming sexual tension

rating: soft m ( for now ) due to adult content

warnings : unconventional relationship of sexual nature, tropes and clichès, teenagers partaking in porn-esque activities, made up things with made up people happening in a made up world, don't like don't read XD

wordcount : 2.3K

a/n : i've been fighting in a long standing war and I have lost. the man known as jeon jungkook had his foot on my neck for years and today, I have finally submitted to my fate and surrendered to his reign.

yes. after a hundred years, i'm writing again. specifically, writing for bts. particularly, writing for jungkook. its been a long time coming.

life just took over and I transitioned into an adult and kind of grew out of the state of mind I was in before. but. sigh. jeon jungkook has been tormenting me the whole time. it was only a matter of time before i relapsed honestly.

so here I am again. in mind, body and spirit, a different person from who I was before but still the same in the sense that with the way bts have my whole heart, jk will always be the demon in the corner of my room that I invite to bed for a cuddle even though it's (probably really) not good for me.

do not misconstrue. I love him more than I can say. but. sigh. he has me in a chokehold, loves. please try to understand where I'm coming from.

anyways, enough with this ranting. you all came here for the nitty gritty so let me not hold you hostage with my dilemma rambling any longer. here's to the first bts fic i've posted in literal years. introducing- sugar and spice.

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Unless they told someone, no one would have been able to guess it.

At school they were complete strangers.

She was the nice head girl with a clean record, all smiles and straight A’s. He was the mysterious bad boy with a track record, all tatted up with bruised knuckles.

She wore plaid skirts with neat pleads in them and pastel sweaters with bows at the collar. He wore jeans with rips in them and leather jackets with studs.

They couldn't have been any more different.

As far as anyone was concerned, they existed on two extreme ends of a vast spectrum.

What they didn't know was that they shared a dirty little secret.

.

You were a girl with many dirty secrets.

For instance, you used to sell nudes online. It was a side hustle you did.

Not because you needed money.

Your mom was a renowned doctor so there was more than enough of that in your life.

Not because you needed validation from people online either.

Even without the constant compliments and the praises you knew you were visually blessed with a pretty face and a nice body too.

All things considered, you simply thought you had a nice pair of tits and you took pictures of them sometimes.

Posting the shots you snapped online came much later when you heard about this website where people were getting paid crazy money for posting racy things.

‘It’s just so degrading…’ It was one of your friends, June, who sneered, pretty nose scrunched up. She fixed her long ponytail and rolled her brown eyes while looking in the mirror at her locker. ‘Who would do such a thing, am I right?’

She said this, but June was the girl who has slept with more boys than she could count on her two hands. And those were the ones she told you about.

Like every other time, you said nothing. Even when it carried on to lunch with the rest.

‘Pretty desperate if you ask me.’ Mei the stellar track runner shrugged casually as she stretched her limbs like routine.

‘Where are their parents?’ Nina the library nerd shook her head in disapproval as she fixed her glasses so it sat right on the bridge of her nose.

‘Um… I don’t think it’s … appropriate… to talk about ….’ Kiko the one who always carried a cross and bible around mumbled into her sleeve.

All your friends spoke of it in derision and repulsion of course. This was a school for proper children so they were proper girls. At least they were supposed to be.

Regardless the conversation sparked a curiosity in you.

So you made an account and uploaded your first picture. Nothing bizarre. Just your tits in a pretty lace bra.

You made sure to keep your face out of the frame because that was the smart thing to do and you were nothing if not the smartest student in school.

In all honesty, you weren’t expecting anything out of it. In fact, in between work with student council and tutoring your juniors with finals right around the corner, you even forgot about it for an entire month.

It was by a complete whim that you decided to open the app while you’d been unwinding at your desk following a tedious day at school.

To say you were amused by the response you found waiting for you would have be a grave understatement.

You were staring at the four figure digit that now sat in your bank account.

Reading through the comment section was even more interesting.

There were all sorts of people there who had all sorts of things to say. Ranging from honestly sweet to downright dirty.

You had never been brought to tears laughing in her life before until then.

It was just so funny to see people misbehave and lose their minds over a pair of tits.

From then on it just sort of became a thing.

.

But that wasn't the worse of your secrets.

You were making a name for yourself on the crude web months later.

The next step was naturally to move from making taking pictures to making videos. Since you was already in too deep you didn’t see why not.

So you upgraded and opened another account. An amateur one where your touched yourself for an audience.

You were no prude.

You might have never been touched by a boy before but you had touched yourself plenty times. Stress and frustration came hand in hand with being head girl. Since you couldn’t quite vent it out at the annoying troublemakers at school, this was your second best option.

Third was watching porn, but that was mostly when you were extremely bored.

But that wasn’t where that little endeavor ended.

Later on it became a lot more risqué.

.

It all started when your mom hit you with a marriage announcement.

She met a guy on her business trip who she really liked and she was convinced he was the one.

Your mom had a tragic history of being a bad judge of character.

You’ve had this conversation at least five times since you became old enough to understand that boys and girls who were just friends didn’t kiss and sleep with each other.

Most times, it felt like she was doing it because she thought you needed a dad around.

You might have once, when you were younger and your mom was too busy with work to be there. But she worked from home these days and you were soo busy with school to worry about things like that.

This time it was like she was doing it for her. You were glad.

Your mom looked genuinely happy when she spoke about this guy.

Who were you to get in the way?

.

She spent almost the whole weekend in the kitchen. It was the longest you’ve seen her in there in your entire life.

She was excited for the dinner on Sunday.

Mr Jeon was the name of the chosen man.

He was coming over with his kid. A son, his only family. His wife passed away years ago.

You wore the dress your mom picked out for you, something cream in color and off the shoulders that brushed your knees. She looked pretty in her champagne dress. It was different from the office slacks and loose blouses you were used to seeing her in.

You stood by her at the door while the guests came through.

Lifting your head from a polite bow, you found herself staring straight into an achingly familiar pair of glinting dark eyes and went completely still.

‘Sweetie,' Your mother said sounding delighted, a soft hand on your stiff shoulder. 'This is Mr Jeon and his son Jungkook.’

Ah. Fuck.

‘Jeon dear, this is my daughter. Isn’t she lovely?’

.

Dinner was a mild affair, with small talk and the occasional clinking of cutlery on fine china.

From the outside looking in, you probably looked the picture perfect family already.

Only if no-one looked close enough.

Arms crossed, tongue in cheek. Your discomfort could be detected from miles away.

The two adults were oblivious.

The dark eyed boy with the slightest wave to his nape touching, brow grazing, ear covering onyx hair sat across you though; he took note of this with a passing glance and wordlessly returned to his food.

Jeon Jungkook had a countenance that betrayed his reputation.

Even though you’ve never talked, you knew plenty about him and you were sure he knew a lot about you too.

You went to the same school.

Dressed as he was in a crisp white dress shirt buttoned at the wrist and dark tailored pants with a fine belt on, it might have been hard to tell what kind of person he really was.

You lifted her gaze from your plate to look study him wordlessly, idly twisting the noodles with your fork.

People either called him the black sheep or the dark cloud but for you, Jeon Jungkook was the school’s resident lone wolf.

He smoked in the secluded areas on campus, sometimes playing his guitar. Beat up people who got on his nerves, sometimes using his guitar. Slept in class the rare times he was there, many times on his guitar.

Being his senior, you had never seen any of any of that for yourself. But you received plenty reports weekly to come to a sound conclusion.

There was no way people hated him enough to join hands in solidarity and make this all up.

It was quite the contrary actually. He had an alarming number of fans.

On the surface level you couldn’t see why. Most times you saw him, he looked bored out his mind and honestly, intimidating.

Maybe it was the tattoos. Or the ripped skinny jeans. Or the leather jackets with studs.

Maybe it was the domineering height and fit frame and structured face.

Maybe it was the intense dark eyes or the silky ruffled hair.

Even then, you failed to see the irresistible appeal in him. All those things that made him up only added to his unapproachable aura.

Bottom line was, he was bad news.

.

You didn’t want to be a spoil sport.

But how much of a thug your mom’s boyfriend’s son was shouldn’t be something that would make her like him less.

They were both their own people. Right ?

It was just that you just didn’t want her to be shocked and devastated if something happened later. When it happened.

Yet it seemed the serious conversation would have to wait.

After dinner your mom suggested you head to the living room to chat over wine and cheese.

You stayed back to do take out the dishes.

Earlier, your mom had stood to do it instead at first.

‘Don’t bother with that, dear.’ She reached for the plates in your hands. ‘Let me do it.’

‘It’s okay, mom.’ You smiled a little. ‘This is your night. I’ll meet you in the living room.’

'Sweetie...' Your mom looked close to tears. ‘But there’s so much of it…’

‘Jungkook,’ his father's voice had cut through the moment. He was a serious man in a crisp suit with a stoic countenance. His voice was just naturally authoritarian without him trying ‘Give her a hand.’

Jungkook stood, almost robotically.

‘It’s fine.’ You said. Politely. Nicely. Tightly. ‘I can handle this much.’

You left without another word.

That had been moments ago and now you were done with cleaning.

You stood at living room entrance for a while, taking in the scene.

The two adults were exchanging moon eyes and whispering in each other’s ears at the love seat.

Jungkook was sitting on a solo seat, but he was on his phone, completely unbothered by what was happening.

Your mom seemed to think it was the perfect time to pull out the photo album right then and there upon seeing you.

It was embarrassing but at least you knew you didn’t have to worry about the pictures spreading at school.

Jungkook was looking, picking up a picture occasionally to rove over, but he wasn’t the type to do that.

He also wasn’t the type to stare but you felt his glance shifting to you and lingering multiple times.

Once, you caught his eyes and he just stared at you across the coffee table wordlessly with a curious tilt to his head, idly flipping a picture of you dressed as a knight in glitter shining armor for Halloween at eight in his hands.

Honestly, it was starting to get annoying.

But you endured. For your mom’s sake.

.

Your alarm went off at exactly ten.

As subtly as you could, you excused yourself with an apology to the guests, saying you weren't really feeling well.

In hindsight you probably should have used a better excuse.

Your mom was notorious when it came to worrying, especially when it comes to your health.

Also, you probably should’ve locked the door before undressing just for good measure since people were over.

But in the moment, you were too busy setting your camera up where you were kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed to be concerned about that.

That day you were testing out a new toy.

.

Distractedly, you took note of a couple of people asking you if that was your boyfriend’s shirt you had lifted over your tits.

You ignored them.

Couldn’t a girl own an oversized tee without getting any flack?

Trivial comments like that aside, a good majority of the audience are fawning over how wet you were and how perfect you bouncing tits look being played with.

Your head fell back and your eyes fluttered shut.

You were sitting there, knees raised to your chest and legs splayed, your gushing pussy in full display where the toy was stuffed deep into her tightness, vibrating pleasantly.

‘I’m close…’ you mumbled throatily, squeezing your tits and pinching your stiff nipples in between your moving fingers. You moved your hips move faster, feeling the toy buzz against fluttering walls. You took a hand off one of your tits to rub at your engorged clit. ‘Fuckfuckfuck…’

Deep in your high, you didn’t hear the door open and close with a foreboding click.

You only heard your name being called by a deep, smooth voice through the heady haze.

Instantly you stilled.

When you snapped your head to look over her shoulder Jungkook was there, hands in his pockets, leaning against your doorframe with his sleeves drawn up to his elbows, muscle roped, inked skin on full display.

When he tilted his head to the side a little, appraisively, you dared to say as a quaking chill ran down your spine and your entire body felt like it was about to burst into flames, a bit of his hair fell over his face.

His eyes were like two black in the dark as he took you in, dragging his gaze up and down your exposed body languidly.

In the back of your mind, you wished the ground would part and swallow you whole.

‘Your mom,' he starts, capturing your attention wholly, dark gaze finally flickering to your face, his voice suddenly lower, hoarser. ‘She sent me over to check on you.’

It took you a moment to realize where you were, who you were, who he was.

It was like a bucket of cold water had been dropped over your head.

Jeon Jungkook, the school's resident trouble maker, soon to be your step brother, just walked in on you fingering yourself in in front of a recording camera.

Well. Yeah.

You gulped.

You were royally fucked.

depending on the response I get I might ( most probably will ) delete this. not because I'm ashamed of my work. because I'm embarrassed of myself. I really swore to never write again and here I am. sigh. yes, I have seen my previous works and noticed just how terrible they were and this is a big reason why. so sorry for putting you through that. a million apologies.

also, that's right. I have adopted a new style which might not be to everyone's liking. another reason why.

anyways, if you liked this filth ( i know it seems mild but I can tell you it's very likely gonna get worse ) please idk uh... fuck this isn't ao3. hm.

like and drop by in the ask box if you liked it and want to see more. it makes me happy. its like serotonin fuel to me.

have a nice day. see you next time ( maybe ). stay fresh. yeah. 💜💜.

sugar and spice ( 2 )

pairing : resident bad boy!jjk x model student!reader

setting : highschool!au x stepbrother!au

summary :

a messy highschool!au x stepbrother!au where model student reader who has quite a few dirty little secrets sees her world take an unexpected turn when her mother comes home one day with an engagement announcement, to the father of none other than the school’s resident bad boy…. Jeon Jungkook.

genre : smut, for laughs, kinda pornish, slow burn with collosaly overwhelming sexual tension

rating: soft m ( for now ) due to adult content

warnings : unconventional relationship of sexual nature, tropes and clichès, teenagers partaking in porn-esque activities, made up things with made up people happening in a made up world, don’t like don’t read XD

wordcount : 3k

a/n: honestly overwhelming response for the first part. thank you so much 💜💜💜😳

here's the second.

somehow, this took up a new genre for itself while editing and became sort of a bit enemies to friends to partners in sin.

that is to say, I have a template for this but this could go any ( dirty ) way.

let me know if you like this and are curious to know how things play out.

also, spot the cameo. it's so dumb but still. I couldn't think of anything else.

enjoy.

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Paranoia was an old friend of yours.

Very real, very scary and not very nice to you, your peace of mind or your tested soul.

In your head, you already played out a million different ways the image you’d spent years building could come falling apart.

All because of him. Jeon Jungkook.

Though much to your surprise and fortune- he didn’t tell anyone.

You spent the entire weekend fretting over nothing.

It was almost like none of it ever happened.

Like your parents weren't about to tie the knot soon. Like you weren’t about to become step siblings.

Like he didn't walk in on his said step sister to be masturbating in front of a camera.

In the aftermath of that inexplicably humiliating incident, you had to make up some dumb excuse to satiate your viewers for ending the stream so abruptly.

It was your cat they heard speaking, you told them.

Cats don’t speak of course, certainly not in a deep baritone. But they were effectively distracted by the string of full nudes you posted soon after that.

Those few accusatory comments saying that you did have a boyfriend after all were buried by those coming from very horny people who were over the moon about the little apology gift.

That was out of the way, but you had a more pressing matter at hand.

That night, Jungkook had walked out after saying what he had to say without another word, leaving you feeling stunned and oddly cold.

It was like all the heat in your body just ceased to exist the moment he closed the door behind him and left you there all on your own. You didn’t even get to finish but that was beside the point.

The point was, you thought that meant like with many other things, and as people should since this was a free world, he didn’t give a shit what you did with your free time or your body.

But as the days progressed, you couldn’t help but wonder if you were gravely mistaken.

Because contrary to that, he seemed to be up to something.

These days, he came around very often. Completely unprovoked and on his own accord.

It didn’t help that your mom loved having him around and feeding him.

Sometimes he was there for lunch after school. Other times he was there to fucking read the books in the study.

It was all ridiculous and quite honestly it was starting to get on your fraying nerves.

He didn’t even live there! You grumbled in pure frustration internally every time your mom asked you to add an extra plate for him on the dining table. This was your place!

Intentional or not he seemed to just love spending his time at your house for some reason.

But that just wouldn’t do.

The thing was you didn't know how to tell him you’d like to have the peace of mind he’d robbed you of by being all up in your living space every other day back.

He couldn’t just keep coming around.

Things were awkward enough without you having to see him often so already in between fleeting glimpses at school and lingering glances over the occasional dinner.

He might have been able to play it cool because it didn’t matter to him but this was a big deal for you.

He knew your secret and what else were you to do but be on edge and fidgety around him even though it seemed like he wouldn’t say a word of it?

But in the end, you couldn’t voice out your concerns. Not to him and certainly not to your mom.

So you were stuck here.

In between a massive rock and a very hard place.

Forced to endure even though you really felt like you’d been pushed past your limit.

Because he was there all the time.

For the most random reasons doing the most random things at the most random places at the most random time.

One time he had been casually listening to music while smoking by the pool and stroking the strings of his damned, matte black guitar.

You had been so stressed from all the work at school with the elections for new committee members amongst the juniors coming up so you thought to go for a swim to relax your self.

You honestly thought no one was around.

It was a Wednesday at noon so your mother was at lunch with some friends from high school. Plus, in the back of your mind, you’d reasoned that Jungkook usually only ever came over when she was around.

So you put on your best little bikini, grabbed a floatie and a soft drink and you went out.

Only to pause when you saw him sitting on one of the white lounging chairs, just looking at you with his earphones on, fingers having stilled mid strumming with a soft veil of smoke over his face.

You didn’t need to think twice to turn back.

There had been something about how his heavy lidded gaze took you in through the smoke as he did that thing where he cocked his head to the side that made you step back and quickly go back in.

You felt yourself get impossibly hotter when you realized you were probably giving him an eyeful of your poorly covered ass in motion.

You knew he was looking. You could feel his stare. Heavy. Intent. Dark. Swirling.

Like when he'd walked in on you.

You were hot and bothered the entire day.

In the end you couldn’t get anything productive done with a straight mind. And it was all his fault.

.

It took you about two weeks to crack.

That particular evening you were decided on telling your mom about this dilemma you were in.  

Coincidentally, your mom had gone and invited him and his dad over for dinner.

Great. Just great.

You had no choice but to deeply consider the possibility of having to spill the beans another time.

Because choosing now to tell your mom meant you would probably need to tell his dad as well since they were attached at the hip every time he came over.

But no, you wouldn’t expose him in front of his father too. You weren’t cruel. Also you didn’t need the school's menace resenting you for making his strict, uptight dad turn on him.

If he didn’t have a reason to expose you before, he certainly would have one if things spiraled out that way.

So you bit your bitter tongue.

This time around, dinner was a more relaxed affair.

The weather was nice so your mom decided on a barbeque at your back yard.

This meant you wore a flowy sun dress like your mom did and he wore a loose navy shirt with the sleeves rolled up and some black casual beach shorts.

His tattoos were on full display.

You stared.

You were only distracted by them and how the patterns dance on his skin when his muscles flex as he flips whatever he is cooking on the fire because she’s never seen them in full before, you strongly reasoned.

Even with his sleeves rolled up when he was uniform, you'd only seen what he had on his forearm briefly other than the ones on the back of his hand.

That night didn’t count. It was too dim to see well. Also, that night technically didn’t exist.

Your eyes were particularly drawn to the little something peeking out the collar of his shirt.

You were too busy trying to figure out whether the curling ink around his collar bone was the flick of flames or the end of a dragon’s tail to notice that he’d lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe at the dots of sweet at his brows.

When you do, you suddenly found yourself being given an eyeful of impossibly ripped, ridged pure muscle.

You almost dropped your glass like you did your jaw.

What the holy fuck?

At that exact moment, he lifted his gaze and caught you staring.

He was probably expecting you to look away. Any decent human would expect that if they caught someone staring at them so openly. Gawking, to be completely honest.

But you didn’t. You quickly recover, pulling yourself together, and you met his gaze squarely.

You clutched the drink in your hand tight. Your pride wouldn’t let you look away.

In your own way, it was your little pay back, weak as it was.

He held your gaze with an unreadable look on his face for a moment with that signature slight tilt to his head and an added lift to his brow, before he looked away. Wordlessly, he let his shirt fall to push his hair back with his hand and went back to grilling.

You let herself breath then and tried not to think about how his biceps flexed at the motion, how his hair slicked back made him look even more dangerous and how the little smirk you caught on his lips was making you feel things she shouldn’t be.

.

Your mom suggested you all hang out at the pool once you were done eating.

You hadn’t been there since that day with him and quite frankly, you would rather not be.

Not with him.

You knew your mom had a swimsuit underneath her dress. She made you wear one as well.

She probably told them to come prepared for a swim too.

Just thinking about it made you short circuit.

You tore your gaze away from where he was standing with his father at the poolside, staring blankly at the surface as the older man talked to him about something.

You'd just come back from clearing the table with your mom.

When you guys got close enough, the men look your way. Jungkook’s eyes immediately landed on you. Meanwhile you just stare at your mom, trying to ignore his inexplicably fixed attention on you.

‘It’s shame we can’t swim.’

Your mother said, reaching for her boyfriend’s hand. She gave Jungkook a soft, apologetic smile.

‘Maybe once the weather is not so chilly.’ She sighed regretfully. ‘If I had known you were sensitive to the cold I would have suggested something else.’

‘It’s fine.’ Your eyes flicker to him. The smile he puts on is small and polite. ‘I’m not a very good swimmer anyway I’m afraid.’

‘Nonsense.’ She dismissed in good nature. ‘I heard you were quite the athlete in middle school. It’s all your father ever talks about sometimes. Right, honey?'

His father just grumbled.

You couldn’t hide your surprise at this revelation. You didn’t know this before.

Jungkook was quiet for a moment. Then he smiles a little with a shrug.

‘That was in the past.’

Your eyes just glided to him when he said that.

The tug at his lip looked wry and sad.

You’d never seen him like this before.

Solemn. Sombre. Not serious or intimidating or indifferent.

It felt like you were viewing him in a new light.

.

You settled on drinks by the pool. It was what your mom does to lighten things up.

It seemed like the gloom from earlier wasn’t all part just a part of your imagination.

Her mother suddenly chirped in between the light conversation.

'Why don't you guys get together and have a little group study?'

You suppressed the urge to groan and roll your eyes to the back of your head. You knew what she was trying to do and you wanted no part in it.

You had the words no way sitting at the tip of you tongue.

You had the words no way sitting at the tip of you tongue.

He beat you to it.

'That sounds nice,' he dared to say, even politely addressing your mom with Mrs. alongside her surname in the end uttered just the way she liked. 'I'd like that.’

You gawked at him in disbelief. Complete and utterly speechless.

Was he insane ??

'Doesn't it? Great!' Your mom is over the moon. 'Dear, take him to the study. You guys can do your teenager things and get along over books there.'

.

Your mom was loving and caring and she only ever wanted the best for you. You knew this.

Maybe she wanted them to get to know each other. Or maybe she just wanted to have some alone time with her man.

Either way, she practically shoved you two into the house with so much enthusiasm you wondered if she really loved you because suddenly you found yourself stuck inside your house with the last person you wanted to be with and you did not feel safe or rested.

The walk up the spirally stairs to the study had got to be one of the most intense, dragging moments of your whole life.

He remained a few steps behind you all through out the journey, following your lead in his own leisured pace.

A few steps too damn far behind in your opinion.

From that angle, you had a strong inkling that he could see your underwear from beneath your dress.

You knew this because you were familiar with what it felt like when he was staring.

What you couldn’t quite explain is why you didn't do a thing about it.

.

If awkward silence could manifest into a solid form for being so intense, there would have been a third occupant in the room the moment you two walked into the study.

It would’ve been so massive, all the high shelves and wooden tables lined up would have been demolished.

Jungkook remained the quiet person he was, looking around and skimming through the books on the shelves.

You were standing a safe distance away from him, absently doing the same. The books were interesting and all but you were admittedly more taken by the ink on his skin.

Up close you could clearly see the artistic patterns and symbols etched onto him.

While staring at the tats on his knuckles you couldn't help but also notice that the titles he picked up were rather complex.

Certainly not the kind of thing even high intellects reached for. Evidently, those tomes had been collecting dust in there for ages.

You were decidedly curious. Itching to ask. Hell, dying to know.

You dived before you could overthink it and find reasons not to satiate your rabid curiosity.

'You like Reader?' he paused and looked at you from the corner of his eyes. At his questioning look she gesture to the book he was holding. 'That's the third book of theirs you picked up.'

'Yeah.' he said casually, nodding a little while flipping through it. 'Their books are nice.'

A crippling lapse of silence ensues.

You tore your gaze away from his profile to stare at the titles in front of you with a burn at your cheeks, fiddling with the polished spines.

How fucking awkward. All of this.

He probably felt the same.

What were you even doing?

You thought about telling him to ignore your mom’s attempt at trying to make the two of you get along. He obviously wasn’t looking for company or a friend. Quite frankly, neither were you. Certainly not from him. You were just trying to be not rude. Something you aren’t really surprised he probably failed to understand in all honesty.

But then he spoke, dragging you out of your reverie.

'What about you?'

Your head shot up and you found that he was standing a lot closer than before, having moved to reach for yet another complicated book to idly browse through at the top shelf.

This close, you could can smell him. Soft mint and clean soap and moonlight, not smoke. He disregarded the pages in his hands to give you a side way glance.

‘What do you like?’

There was a perpetual spark swimming in the dark depth of his eyes. It was striking. Pretty even.

When he lightly raised a brow at you, your thoughts jumbled all over before it fell back into place and you realized you were staring very openly.

But this time was different from the last time. When he had been miles away, flashing you his ripped abs.

In your reverie, you hadn’t notices that he had leaned a little to meet your eyes, and that he was real close. Like real close, looking at you intently with his head cocked to the side questioningly, like he was wondering what was going on inside your head. You could feel his breath fanning your face.

Shit.

'Uh,’ you scrambled for an answer, quickly tearing your gaze away from him to appraise the bookshelf. Your face felt like it was on fire. Considering how he hadn’t moved, he could probably see just how blazed in the face you were. Out of pure instinct, you grabbed a random book and shoved it into him to make some space in between your bodies.

Maybe with a little too much force. There was a dull thump and it made you wince.

'This.’

You hated how squeaky and breathless you sounded. Like you’d just ran a marathon. Might as well have, with how hard and fast your heart was pounding.

Jungkook took it from you, and you allowed yourself to look at him as he looked the cover over, completely fine, like you hadn’t just smacked him in the chest with a book.

The corner of his lips lifted a little as he flipped it over, cocking his head the other way before he chanced you a glance, making you blink rapidly and stand on edge.

'You sure?' he asked, sounding pretty amused. You were confused for a moment until he held  it up for you to see, flashing you a full on toothy grin like you’d never seen on him before. 'You like books about horse gentilia?'

The jump in your chest was something you quickly dismissed as being one of sinking dread rather than anything else.

All the color that had been congesting your face washed away.

If there was a time you truly wished the ground would swallow your entire existence whole, it would be right then and there.

word is telling me I made up the word genitilia but I’m pretty sure it’s real because it just rolls off the tongue ( smooth ) like butter like a criminal under the cover.

the hole is one of the recurring characters so please be nice to it.

alot of things happening here if you squint and look closely.

any-whomst've, hope you all liked it. let me know if you did and I don't know come say hi? 😳 have a nice day 💜

sugar and spice ( 3 )

pairing : resident bad boy!jjk x model student!reader

setting : highschool!au x stepbrother!au

summary :

a messy highschool!au x stepbrother!au where model student reader who has quite a few dirty little secrets sees her world take an unexpected turn when her mother comes home one day with an engagement announcement, to the father of none other than the school’s resident bad boy…. Jeon Jungkook.

genre : smut, for laughs, kinda pornish, slow burn with collosaly overwhelming sexual tension

rating: soft m ( for now ) due to adult content

warnings : unconventional relationship of sexual nature, tropes and clichès, teenagers partaking in porn-esque activities, made up things with made up people happening in a made up world, don’t like don’t read XD

wordcount : 2.3K

a/n: .... did anyone else see jk on vlive? yeah? you are speaking to my ghost.

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In hindsight, Jeon Jungkook was not a bad person.

Sure, it took some time for you to figure this out and it was a little embarrassing to admit since you’d been so sure he was no good- but hey. Better late than never right?

Despite the flurry of attention his mere existence garnered, Jungkook wasn’t really a people’s person.

He liked spending time on his own, lost in own little world filled where he indulged in music and art and the nuance of complex literature and that was completely okay.

You learned a lot about him from spending some time pouring over book upon book with him whenever he came around.

To start, you two actually managed to get some studying done. At this point, you’d become a tutor of his of sorts.

Of the many things you discovered, the ones that stuck with you the most was that Jungkook was a very fast learner and that looks could indeed be very deceiving. 

He might dress like a delinquent, but he was far from being one. No-one would believed you if you told them but- Jeon Jungkook was a born genius.

Concepts just stuck with him like glue and he simply understood even the most complex of things easily. Sometimes you found yourself entranced watching him explain how he’d solved an equation.

It got to the point where you would just take to asking him things you knew he knew so you could hear how he rambled a little while casually presenting his ideas, pointing here and there on the spread of questions and sometimes tapping lightly for emphasis to show you what he meant, his gaze shifting to you from beneath his fringe for your little nod of approval.

Maybe you should’ve known earlier. This was the guy who always miraculously came first in his year.

Though, to your defense, you had received many reports from unhappy students saying he cheats.

Though knowing him as you did now, you were certain of two things.

Jungkook actually didn’t care enough about school to go such lengths. If he aced the test it was purely because he felt bored enough to pick up the pen and write something instead of doodling on the paper.

Also, he didn’t give a damn about things like being a star achiever or an outstanding student or even appealing to the rest of the school with a studious, acceptable image. Evidently, he did as he pleased, dressed as he pleased and he was comfortable that way.

He was different from you. So different.

But you clicked surprisingly well.

Between the banter and the random talks in between study sessions here and there, you could say that no-one in the world has ever made you laugh your ass off the way Jungkook did.

It would be something clumsy he did. Or something silly he said. Completely unaware of it mostly, but sometimes just to bug you or tease you.

He was also just a massive meme-bank and you loved memes.

This was, of course, not something any one at school you knew about you.

There you were the the nice girl who was a good leader, with a good head on her shoulder and a good family name to back up.

You weren’t supposed to be relatable. You were supposed to be different from the rest. The best of the best. Excellent in everything you did.

Unattainable. Unreachable. Untouchable.

Meanwhile he was living a life where he didn’t have to worry about messing up or spending every waking hour of his life trying to keep a reputation you weren’t even sure you had built yourself.

Maybe it was weird, that you didn’t you didn’t resent him for it. For his freedom. How he could just be him out in the open freely even with all the eyes on him. In fact, you admired him.

His presence was a bit like a soothing balm to you. Something fresh and new and fun, very unlike the people you kept around you at school.

Sometimes, you even wondered what it would be like if you were close friends.

But it was only a fleeting thought. One you quickly dismissed before it went out of control.

Because that was impossible.

Your parents were engaged. You were about to be step siblings.

Plus, in any other circumstance it wouldn't make any sense for you two to be hanging out in the first place.

 At school, you still acted like strangers.

Though now it was admittedly a little bit harder because everyone knew about your parents from their parents who’d received invitations.

Suddenly, the unapproachable bad boy became approachable. At least to a certain degree.

‘Give him this.' or 'Tell him that.'

You were starting to hear words like these every day from friends and strangers alike. 

Jungkook already had many not-so-secret admirers and now that you were practically his step sister, you suddenly became the middle man.

It irked you to hell's end and back but you were the good girl.

You couldn’t yell at them to do it themselves or to leave you alone.

Good girls were nice girls.

So you took the gifts and requests with a big smile that dropped as soon as they left along with her hands to your sides.

Whenever they reached him, the gifts were always a little crushed.

Jungkook was sitting in the living room in a grey and green flannel over a grey shirt and some loose jeans when you slid the small dented green box over the coffee table to him.

He picked it up from the desk, twirling it in his hands.

‘What's this?'

'Another gift. Cake maybe, I don’t know.’ The way you were setting your books down on the table had the contents on it shaking. ‘Mei from track. She likes you.'

He dragged his eyes away from you to stare at the wrapped box silently for a while then he nodded.

'I see.' His attention flickered to you again and he set the gift aside. ‘You good?’

'Of course.’

You slammed another book onto the table.

He raised a brow.

‘Really?’

You turned to look at him. He met your gaze levelly, so watchful that you wondered if he had indeed caught you bull-shitting.

Except you weren’t bull-shitting.

Your truly, honestly, really, absolutely were good.

Why else wouldn’t you be?

‘Yes.’ You nodded with a smile that felt too tight to the point of hurting on your face. ‘Let’s get to studying, shall we?'

.

The next time you agreed to meet up at yours finds you pacing back and forth like some worried housewife waiting for a husband she suspects to be unfaithful to come home.

It was 8pm.

Jungkook should've been there at 4 in the evening.

You rush to the door the moment you hear the bell and practically wrench it open.

Jungkook is standing on the other side, in a grey baggy shirt under a black bomber jacket, some dark blue jeans with his bag slung on his shoulder and a silver chain hanging at his neck.

‘Hey,' He greeted, taking you in with a slight uplift in the corner of his lips. ‘You look like you ran a marathon.’

You straightened to hastily tuck a strand of hair behind your ear in an attempt to make it look less messy and leveled him with the most serious look you could while you heaved a little.

‘You’re late.’

‘Sorry, I got caught up in something.’ He said, scratching the back of his neck, ruffling the wavy ends of his hair that touched his nape. ‘Did I keep you waiting long?’

He smelt  like smoke when he walked in past you. It was faint, mingling with the scent of his cologne, mint and something clean like soap or fabric freshener. Tolerable. At least he didn’t smell like some girl.

‘No.’ You said, after swallowing to moisten your throat as you followed him into the kitchen. 'I wasn’t waiting for you.’

But the ice in the drinks you’d prepared ages ago was long melted, the content in the glass overflowing on the counter.

You spilled the drinks down the drain and prepared fresh glasses as he wordlessly took his jacket off before he grabbed the cloth from where it was hanging over the sink to clean the telling mess.

If he had anything smart to say about your slip up, he spared you the embarrassment and kept it to himself.

‘Let’s finish this quick.’ You said once you got settled on your stools at the counter across each other. ‘Before ten preferably.’

Jungkook was quiet for a while as you opened the textbook to where they had last stopped, mumbling a little under you breath as you mentally went over what you had covered the last session…

‘You have an appointment at ten?’

You blinked and looked up at him. He'd shed his jacket, leaving him in the long sleeved white shirt. He was flipping through the textbook idly. Unruffled. Like he didn’t just speak to you.

‘Something like that.’

You settled on, quickly ducking your head and redirecting your attention to the pages in front of you.

It wasn't something you focused on but the time he walked in on you was nothing short of fresh in your mind.

For the most part you just pushed it to the back of your mind but every time you remembered you flushed hotly, like right now.

Did he forget already?

You wished you had an easy, simple take on life and all its unexpected turns like his. Then maybe your life would’ve turned out very differently.

Maybe you would’ve been able to decide who you wanted to be at school and maybe you would’ve been able to be level headed and mature about what had happened.

.

You continued in silence.

Jungkook was solving a string of equations you had sprung on him and you were reviewing the ones he’d done earlier.

But it was louder than even then in even the most chaotic situation you have seen in.

For some reason, today particularly, he seemed to focused on you instead of his work.

No wonder he was slow. It took him seconds to solve one question but you’d been through only ten in the past half an hour.

Sighing, you lifted your gaze from checking his work to level him with a pointed glare.

Your gaze locked. He was already looking at you.

'What?’ You almost barked. ‘Do I have something on my face.'

'Other than a perpetual scowl?’ Jungkook shrugged, fringe swaying a little as he proceeded to shake his head lightly. 'No, not really.'

Your brows drew in at the center instinctively at the accusation.

'I’m not scowling.'

He simply stared at you. Unimpressed.

You weren’t really helping your case with your face all screwed up.

Your fingers quickly rubbed at the frown in the middle of your brows vigorously and you tapped his book hastily with your free hand to digress.

'Now focus, will you.’ You bit out, glancing at the watch at you wrist. Twenty minutes to ten. ‘Time’s almost up.'

‘Ah.’ He said, nodding. His tone was curt. ‘Your appointment.’

You sent him a hard look.

‘Yes. My appointment.’

He laughed it off like there was some joke you weren’t privy to but otherwise said nothing else as he went back to solving equations.

You stared at the top of his head the entire time.

What was his deal?

.

You were on a short snack break when he brought it up.

'I could stay the night.'

You stopped munching on your carrot for a moment and quickly dragged your gaze away from the fridge you were standing in front of to stare at him.

‘Your mom mentioned a spare room.’ He said, leaning back against the sink where he was stood. He shrugged at your look, gazing over the study material laid out at the island in between you two. ‘It’s just there’s a lot left for us to do and I don’t think I’ll be free this time tomorrow.’

‘What are you suggesting?’

You dared to ask.

'We can have a go at it all night if that's something you want. Here over the counter or at couches in the living room. Maybe even by the pool. I don't mind.’ He elaborated casually. ‘In the morning we could do a little recap of all the things we did at night too.'

You knew what he was talking about.

Studying of course.

But out of context… and you didn’t even know why you took it out of context to begin with… your cheeks felt impossibly hot and your grip on the fridge handle got clammy as it tightened.

Distantly, you registered your heart beat picking up.

'No need for that.’ You waved it off with your carrot, practically slamming the fridge shut.

On shaky feet you sat back at the stool and opened the book you were working with. You feigned concentration while looking through the pages because he was looking at you closely again. Watchful of your every move. Head tilted just so.

You felt like a mouse driven into a corner by a sly, domineering cat.

‘It’s just a couple pages.’ You mumbled hurriedly, eyes fixed on the pages ahead of you. ‘We can finish it now if we’re quick.'

'Sure.' You heard him say after a while. Then he was sitting across you, reaching for his pen and notebook. ‘It was page 49 by the way.’

‘Huh?’

He took the book and opened the page he mentioned.

‘You passed it while flipping.’

This time you flushed out of embarrassment.

'Oh,' You muttered quietly, taking the book as he slid it you. 'Sorry, I was a bit out of it.’

‘No problem,' he said, and you thought you were imagining it until you looked up and found him smirking, a lopsided tilt to his lips as he nodded slowly and expertly twirled his pen in between his fingers, just oozing smugness. ‘I completely understand where you’re coming from. I do that to people sometimes.’

He had the gall to flash you a wink before he got back to his work, humming pleasantly in a way you had to admit, at least mentally, was melodic.

Wow. You could only huff.

What a wonderful piece of work.

And you called him mature?

Shaking your head, you rolled your eyes and held the book up to hide your face.

You didn't want to know what kind of cocky phrase he would pull up if he saw how red your face was.

sorry I was gone for ages. I was stuck in the middle of nowhere at my aunt's with no service and when I got home the first thing i see is jk dancing and singing in his studio in a see through pyjama two set infront of a billion people 🥴 if I write out that camboy!jk that's been on mind now you know who to blame 🤕

anyways, ignoring my dysfunctionalities, how was this chapter ? hoped you like it. the next one is where shit starts to go down so please anticipate and show support if you want to see more of this 😉🥴💜🥺

ink and kinks and other little things

pairing : tattooartist!JK x collegestudent!reader

setting : non idol au, established relationship au

summary :

your boyfriend ruins your day. he's got to pay for it.

Jeon Jungkook, the love of your life, chose the worst night to be a jerk.

(+ bonus, the morning after)

genre : lots of smut and lots fluff

rating : m for graphic adult content

wordcount : 8.8k

warnings : read content below unless you want to avoid spoilers ;)

content :

dom/sub undertones, pet names, food play, inappropriate use of whipped cream, mommy kink, cameo of dom jk, fem dom, breast / nipple play, sloppy blowjobs, morning after, silly chatter, lots of kissing, lots of spit, pwp, porn with a dam full of feelings, nasty and disrespectful sex, but it's a healthy and wholesome relationship, corny domestic stuff, they kiss and touch alot so what they're practically married, it's intense, guk and kookie used as nicknames alternatively, bare with me, lovers quarrel?, jungkook is blessed and packing, jungkook is a little bit of a brat, a needy brat who needs a good spanking actually, but it's fine because he loves you like crazy and he's so so smitten so we won't go so hard on him, just a little face slapping and cock strangling will suffice, lots of spit exchange going on here, not really a spit kink but it happens quite a lot here so might as well point it out, reader has had a rough week so she's going through it and MAYBE she's projecting but that's not what's important here, WE HAVE GRITTY SEX AND A LOVING RELATIONSHIP HERE !!!

a/n : this is the longest, lewdest pwp smut I've ever written in my whole life. it's outright detailed sin and erotica with a splash of fluff and domesticity and nothing more. pretty self indulgent and pretty raunchy but sweet and soft, especially in the second half. what came over me? no idea. just hope people actually like this. your reblogs mean a lot and it makes me happy when you leave a like or a comment and let me know you're thoughts and feelings and if I need to fix or improve on somethings. Soooo enjoy and have a splendid day.

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You usually like to go grocery shopping on Thursday nights. Not a lot of people went there around these times.

They were at home or with their loved ones. Watching football or eating out or something. 

A friend of yours from college decided to tag along and be your cart pusher for the day.

'So what's it like? Having a tattoo artist boyfriend.'

You were at the dairy section.

Lowering the pack of cheese you'd been appraising, you turned to regard her with a frown.

What was that even supposed to mean?

'Is it supposed to be any different than having a normal boyfriend?'

'Of course!’ She exclaimed, as if it was ridiculous that you didn’t know something that was apparently so obvious. ‘Isn't he like... real kinky?'

You glanced away and gave it thought.

Was he?

Not that it was any of her business.

The look you gave her was a blank deadpan this time.

Your friend blinked owlishly, titling her head. 

'What’s with the look?'

'This is me telling you we're not having this conversation,' You droned, standing to chuck the cheese pack into the cart. 'In the middle of a grocery store at that.'

'Sheesh.' She pouted, sending you an accusatory glare. 'You’re no fun. Such a prude.'

You ignored her jab and idly reached for a can of whipped cream.

If only she knew.

You turned it in your hand as your friend continued to brood in the background, checking its price and content.

Just the thing you were looking for.

You smirked in satisfaction.

-

In the end, you don’t get much. Just enough to last till the weekend.

Spilling the contents onto the counter, you got to arranging.

First you loaded the cabinet then you moved to crouch at the open fridge. 

You shivered a little at the chill, distantly wondering if you should’ve worn something more covering instead of shorts beneath your hoodie as you started packing.

Some eggs... milk… a pack of bacon… cheese…. whipped cream…. whipped cream??

You paused, blinking to look around, a little puzzled. It was gone.

You could’ve sworn you just had it.

Frowning, you stood and shut the fridge before you moved to the living room.

‘Kookie?’

No answer.

You were sure you heard him come in.

Maybe he went inside.

You turned away from the empty couch and moved towards the bedroom.

Twisting the knob, you slowly opened the door.

You peeked through the crack, careful to keep your voice quite incase he was sleeping.

'Guk-'

You paused midway when you found yourself staring at a bare tattooed back. There were dots of dampness on his skin and he had a towel around his waist.

Lifting your gaze, you watched him as he rubbed his damp hair with a towel vigorously, the long, dark locks flying here and there.

He registered your presence from the corner of his eyes and turned to face you.

‘Hey.’ He greeted you with a smile, hanging the towel around his neck, 'What's up?’

You frowned.

Walking past him you grabbed him by the arm to sit him down at vanity and reached for the blow drier set there.

The machine roared to life in your hands and you got to drying his hair. The water on his damp strands evaporated as you ran your fingers through it with care.

He had a sensitive scalp.

Evidently, he moaned shamelessly when the blunt of your nails scratched him.

‘Feels s'good.’

He was slurring. That was how far gone he was. You snorted. He was so easy to please sometimes, so sensitive.

When you shut the machine down he actually whined.

‘Go put some clothes on.’ You told him sternly. ‘You’ll fall sick.’

His pout deepened and his pleading look became a deadpan.

You crossed your arms and raised a challenging brow.

‘Hurry. I want to turn the AC on.’

Knowing that would get him moving, you turned to leave. He knew you didn’t like cuddling with him when he was cold as a corpse.

'Didn't you come here for something.’ 

You started to a pause and whipped around to find him at the open closet, his back to you. 

He was just standing there, not picking anything out.

You almost groaned but then his words hit you.

Yeah. You came here for…

‘The whipped cream’s missing.’ You recalled, blinking. ‘Have you seen it?’

He was quiet for far too long.

‘Nope.’

‘Kookie.’

‘Yes.’

'If you took it for whatever reason-‘

He turned and the passively serious look he regarded you with beneath the damp waves of his fringe made your toes curl in.

His eyes were lidded, his voice deep and low when he spoke.

‘What’re you gonna do about it.’

Something stirred inside you.

But more importantly.

Your fists clenched and your pursed your lips.

A lapse of silence passed like, his intense stare weighing down on you as you tried to hold yourself steady and pull yourself together.

‘Jeon Jungkook…'

To say his abrupt burst into laughter startled you would have been an understatement. You near jumped out your skin and jolted in place when he suddenly doubled over, clutching his belly while he belted out his bouts of hearty, heartfelt laughter.

Just like that, the loaded atmosphere broke.

‘Oh god…' Jungkook straightened, eyes teary as he sighed out, patting at his firm tummy. ‘Wait, let me just,'

Beyond confused, you watched him walk over to the vanity to filter through the bottles of cosmetics lined up on its surface.

He was looking for something.

You saw what it was when he held it up. The can gleamed like a beacon and you couldn’t believe your eyes. It was the whipped cream. Your jaw almost dropped.

What the hell?

‘I was just joking.’ He handed it to you, on the tail end of his laughter, a little out of breath from the effort. ‘Here.’

Your momentary shock dissipated completely. You snatched it and you glowered at him.

'It's not funny.’

'Come on, it was, a little.' He said, snorting out a chuckle even, before a pierced brow shot up and he leaned in close to take in your expression. ‘You’re not mad are you?’

You glared at him hotly.

All traces of mirth vanished from his features.

Jungkook blinked, lips parting and closing as both his brows disappeared beneath his messy fringe completely. Now he was stumped.

‘It’s just whipped cream.’ Was his lame response to your blatant fury. It only pushed you further off the edge.

‘I’ve been waiting weeks for this.’ You hated that you were actually feeling heated enough to get all teary eyed. His eyes widen with a look of horror as he realized what he’d done. ‘How could you just… take it!’

He shot out to reach for you, calling out your name in a panic.

You moved before he could put his hands on you.

'Fuck you, Jeon Jungkook.’

You slammed the door in his face when you left.

Storming down the halls, you wiped at you eyes vigorously and sniffled.

Jeon Jungkook, the love of your life, chose the worst night to be a jerk.

-

You couldn’t help it.

You cried angrily as you haphazardly prepared your parfait.

This was supposed to be the pinnacle of your rough month.

But now you felt more like shit than you had any other day and you couldn’t even tell exactly why.

God. You hated PMS.

The bowl was overflowing with whipped cream when he came in stumbling on his feet, carrying a plead behind the way he said your name.

‘I’m sorry. Really very sorry.’

You deliberately ignored him.

'Please, I was just joking around-'

You slammed the can down, cutting him off.

What a twisted sense of humor he had. It was one of the many reasons you fell for him. But wielding it at your expense? The nerve.

'Don't talk to me.’

He sighed behind you. There was a shuffle that told you he was probably messing his hair up with his fingers in frustration. It granted you a little bit of satisfaction but not enough to drop it so easy.

He’d really fucked you up and he needed to know that.

‘Tell me, what can I do to make it up to you? I'll do anything.’  He said, capturing you attention with how defeated and helpless he sounded. You did feel a little bad. You were human after all, but something in you spiked at what he said. Your ears perked and twitched when you heard a distinct rustle followed by a dull thud. ‘Look. I’m even down on my knees.’

Your eyes widened. Stilling, you slowly turned to regard him under your nose.

His hair was a mess, his shirt was inside out and the drawstrings of his sweats were untied and loose. He looked like he hastily put some clothes on and sprinted here.

He had distraught and desperation written all over his face and it triggered something innate and profoundly base in you.

Jungkook's shoulders fell when he took in your torn up state, your face gleaming with tears, your sniffling nose red.

‘Fuck, I- I’m so sorry. I fucked up. Please… just tell me-'

His words died in a stutter in his throat when you shot out to grab his hair.

You heard him when he choked out your name, but you weren’t really listening anymore. He’d apologized about a dozen times, expressed his regret in more than words and he’d said he’d do anything to make up for getting you like this.

You were hung up on that last part.

'Anything.’ You echoed lowly, dragging your feet so you could stand in between the spread of his thighs and see his face clearly. There was a little shock there but the sincerity in his galaxy eyes always did shine through the most over anything else when it came to him. ‘You said you’d do anything to make up for it. For ruining my day.’

Jungkook swallowed, and he let out a shaky breath.

‘Yes. Anything.’ He tried to nod, but it was hard with you gripping his hair. ‘It was dumb of me, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-'

‘Shut up.’ You cut him off, sharp and pointed like the sudden slight narrow of you eyes, looking down on him. ‘I said don’t talk.’

He gulped thickly, throat bobbing, but he nodded as stiffly as he could.

Looking into his clear, doe eyes, you saw just how much of a mess you looked and you reflected on your month, your week, your day- how you got here, at rock bottom like this in the first place.

'This was supposed to be a nice day.’ You told him quietly, slowly, your voice a little small, and maybe you sounded pathetic but you didn’t care. He’s seen you at your worst. ‘I’ve been craving parfait since that Parisian café opened down the street. But it’s overpriced and I’ve got bills to pay so I thought I could just make one for myself at home once the finals were over.’ You lower lip started to wobble, cracking your mute, unbothered facade. The dam was breaking, you were about to fall apart and you couldn’t even be perplexed at the fact that after all this time, this was all it really took, but there was no time for that.

You were tired and over and done with being treated like you were just some little kid. Either unassuming or inexperienced or fun to mess around with. By your peers at uni, by your lecturers, by your friends and by your freaking boyfriend. Perhaps you weren’t helping your case, rambling like this, but you had a right to be emotional and you had to let it out otherwise you’d explode. ‘You have no idea how excited I was when I saw they brought in a new flavor of that whip cream I like. Chocolate. You know how much I like chocolate, don’t you?’

Jungkook was taken aback by your sudden rant more than anything else, not really knowing where all this was coming from, and it was a little overwhelming but he still tried to nod frantically for you to show you he understood and that he was listening, that he cared- but you gripped his hair tighter and he actually winced.

‘And still. You went and-'

You stopped yourself and bit your tongue. At this point, your body was shaking. Your insides simmered. There was a lot going beneath the surface as you stared him down, looking so torn with guilt on his knees and at your mercy.

In the end, this probably wasn’t fair. Jungkook wasn’t anywhere near as bad as everyone else around you. In fact, he wasn’t at all. He liked to fool around and he just liked stirring you up a little every once in a while, especially when he noticed you were feeling down or blue, but there was never malice or spite in any of it. It was endearing and refreshing, how playful he could be. How he liked to make you laugh and make you feel good. He was very fond of you and he showed it in these ways.

You appreciate his efforts and you cherish him with all your heart too… but today all you wanted more than anything was just to some peace of mind and a wholesome parfait after the grueling finals, and the annoying campus mates and impossible to please professors, just… all the things that made up the terrible month you had.

You managed to compress all you felt into four simple words and you finally told him.

‘You ruined my day, Jungkook.’

You could see the effect that the weight of your words had on him. He frowned, and scowled, and even shifted like he wanted to stand and hold your face in his hands and kiss his apologies into you.

'And I said I’m sorry.’ His voice came out a mix between a hoarse plead and a helpless whine as he peered up at you, his throat working a little. 'I swear I wasn’t trying to-'

‘Shut up.’ You commanded, abruptly stepping on his thigh, eliciting a choked sound from the back of his throat. Your eyes narrowed as you looked down at his stunned expression. How dare he take that defensive tone with you. ‘Open your mouth.’

You felt his muscles clench and flex tellingly against the pad of your foot. He was unresponsive for a moment, just gaping, seemingly struck, but he did as you said readily without refute before you could raise an impatient pointed brow, spreading those plump lips open.

From this point on, you were guided simply by a deep founded coiling heat that now centered in your gut, thick and heavy and boiling.

Reaching towards the counter, you grabbed the can of whip cream. He watched you while you gave it a shake, holding his gaze all the while, before you shoved the nozzle in his face. 

He didn’t even flinch. 

In the charged silence, you took a moment to really study his expression.

His pupils were blown out, his gaze heavy lidded, his chest heaving lightly, his abdomen clenched beneath the thin material of his shirt.

He was looking forward to it. Anticipating what you would do to him.

The pool of arousal threatening to over flow, spill and make you misbehave yourself only got even more intense to the point where even standing and looking down at him had wetness gathering in between your legs, where there was a dull throb- but your scowl deepened.

He could at least look a little terrified, couldn’t he? No. Instead, he looked as excited as you were. His cock twitched against your feet, extended and erect and fully hard now.

Your nipples hardened and you resisted the urge to rub your thighs together and tease him with your feet while flicking them.

Without warning, you pressed down and he actually choked a little as you filled his mouth with the cream until it was completely bottomed out.

Once it was empty, you tossed the can aside and gripped his hair tighter, angling his head higher.

The bulge at his throat trembled wildly as he looked up at you with those smoldering, lust laden eyes of his.

You leaned over, so close that your noses brushed.

‘You’re gonna make up for it? Make up for ruining my day and make it good again?’

He nodded once more and he almost choked trying to give you a verbal response, but it was muffled.

The chuckle that tumbled out of your lips was dark, a little lazy even, and you tilted your head as you took him in, your hand in his hair loosening to glide down and caress his face. 

'You don’t need to say anything.’ You told him softly, airy breath fanning his flushed face. You could feel his breath too, uneven and ragged and short. ‘You’ve just gotta be good and let me use you how I please to lift my mood. Got it?’

He nodded again, the movement jerky.

The flush dusted over his skin got deeper and deeper and it was so satisfying to see.

'Good.’ You traced his flexing jaw with a faint curl to your lips, pleased. ‘Now keep your mouth open for me while I lick it all.’

Jungkook’s eyes widened as your words dawned on him, your intentions clear as day now that you’ve said them out loud.

Now he looked terrified.

You gave him a smirk and grabbed him by the jaw to pull him in.

Your teeth clanked as you pressed forward to dip your tongue into his whipped cream filled mouth, the wet muscle dancing across the inside of his mouth and brushing against his as you licked him clean.

The kiss, if it could be called that, was wet and messy and dirty dirty dirty and it made you burn with a blaze overwhelming desire for him all over.

You gripped his jaw tighter to get him to open up wider, drank in his muffled moans as his chest rumbled against your sternum, and you tilted your head to shove your tongue deeper, greedily devouring the intoxicating taste of him as well the sweet cream. 

You had a mixture of your spit and his and melted cream all over your chin. It dribbled down his, trickling down his front and staining his lap.

When you pulled away, licking your lips after nibbling on him, he was panting.

You brushed you thumb over his bottom lip, bruised and raw, your hand taking a gentler touch from the previous firm clutch to hold his face. Your eyes flickered to his and you found him watching you intently, his eyes almost black and entirely misty with desire.

He was breathing heavy, his ribs expanding and deflating dramatically where you were pressed. You could feel the pound of his heart, strong and fast and almost deafening.

Or was that yours?

Hard to tell.

'What's with that look.’ You huffed in mock derision, trying to mask the fact that you were just as debauched and fucked out as he was, if not even more. You were dripping down your legs and if you let him look elsewhere and lower his gaze, he would be able to make out the clear shape of your nipples poking through your too, stiff and aching and begging for attention, not unlike his cock, that pulsed and bobbed and swelled within the confine if his sweats. 'I haven’t even done anything yet. Are you scared?’

Jungkook’s lids fluttered and he leaned into your touch, nuzzling into your palm. 'Are you gonna punish me?’ he asked in a slurred husk, eyes unfocused and bleary but clearly darkened and trained on you. ‘Teach me a lesson for misbehaving?’

He looked irresistible and unreal like this, his hair still slightly damp but with sweat instead of water, his lips berry in shade and plump, his skin prettily pink and his entire body just pressing into yours so needily, saying such unfathomable things in that sensually raspy, panty dropping voice of his.

‘I should shouldn’t I.’ You mumbled your agreement airily. You noticed distantly that even you were struggling to breath now, trailing your fingers lower, stroking the shaky bulge at his throat almost idly. ‘You deserve the worst for ruining my day. Or else you’ll never learn.’

Your fingers abruptly closed around his neck.

Jungkook’s breath hitched and he seriously began to choke.

He stuttered out your name in a gruff cough.

You tightened it, feeling his pulse jump.

He continued to seem struggle to breath, but he try to dislodge your hold on him. 

Just like he didn’t try to reach for you and hold you like he always did when you kissed earlier…

Oh, you could’ve fallen to your knees.

But this wasn’t that kind of day. You were in charge today. You held back letting out a shaky, faint breath in favor of lifting your chin in an attempt to look imposing, domineering.

'What did I say?’ You demanded in a sultry purr. ‘Keep your mouth shut unless I tell you open it.’

Jungkook made a strangled sound in the back of his throat, guttural and needy and raw as he fought to keep his barely open eyes on you and not rolling to the back of his head.

You tilted your head sideways, thumb massaging his pulse as you took in just how frazzled and hopeless he looked in front of you.

'I don’t know… will this really be enough? Will you really learn from this?’

Jungkook looked like he really wanted to say something but he was smart, biting down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood as he fought to hold your demanding gaze, even as his knees shuffled in challenge against the floor.

You frowned and reached to brush the trickle of blood with you thumb gently.

'You're gonna hurt yourself trying to be good…' you hummed in a drawl, lips unwittingly falling in the corners even as arousal filled you. ‘Do you want to please me that bad? Huh?’

Jungkook just heaved, plump lips parted uselessly as his lids fluttered weakly.

Loosening your grip a little on his throat, you licked the scarlet of your thumb with an expectant brow raised, making sure to flick your tongue sensually, your eyes flickering to his.

'I asked you a question.’

‘Yes!’ He rasped throatily, breathing heavy as air flowed into him again, gasping out your name. ‘Yes, Please, I-'

You tightened your grip in warning, making him choke on his words.

‘No.’ You shook your head, squinting your eyes in disapproval as you admonished him. ‘You don’t get to call me by my name after what you did. Try again.’

You loosened your grip once more, looking at him expectantly.

You could only imagine how you looked in his eyes. Manic probably. You wanted him and you wanted this to the point of insanity right now.

Jungkook swallowed, gazing up at you with a longing look in his sea glass eyes.

'Mommy,' he rasped and you felt your insides flip and curl along with your toes, into the strong muscle at his thigh and the floor. ‘I’m sorry for being bad. Punish me so I can learn… teach me how to be good. Please, Mommy.’

There it was.

Your lips stretched in a s smile for him and rewarded him with a peck.

‘That’s right.’ You said. ‘I know deep down inside, you’re a good boy. Aren’t you?’

‘Yes.’ He nodded, head lolling almost as he shimmed on his knees to get impossibly close to you, drinking in your every praise. ‘For you Mommy. Just for you. Please-'

'Shh.’ You hushed him gently. He was getting too excited now. It was cute to see him like this but there was a role you were trying to play here. ‘That’s enough now. I'm still mad at you, Jungkook. Even if you beg like this, I can’t let it go so easy.’

You straightened to put some distance between your bodies and started unzipping your top.

His dark eyes watched you closely, unblinking and absolutely enraptured. When the seams fell apart, you saw the way his throat bobbed, how the veins popped at his neck as he tried to hold himself together while he stared at the smooth and soft swell of your tits.

‘What you did was so bad.’ You chided him softly, sinking to your knees before him. His eyes darted away from your chest to yours in question and you gave him a wordless, coy smile as you looked up at him, delighting in how his stance faltered for a moment when you reached over to stroke him over his pants. ‘You need to make up for it, Kookie.’

He looked down to watch where you were touching him and you clasped his chin to redirect his attention.

'Eyes on me.’ You said. ‘This is part of your punishment.’

Jungkook nodded and held your heavy gaze lidded gaze even as you reached into to his sweats to retrieve his erection and jerked him off.

You could feel him tremble with restraint, and he twitched persistently in your hand as he panted breathlessly, the flush on him only deepening more and more as a sheen of sweat formed over his skin.

'So hard…' You said, thumbing his leaking slit slowly. Your fingers could barely meet around his girth, he was more than well endowed and generously packing, tall in height and thick. There was a lot of ground to cover and you tried to be thorough about it, making sure no patch of sensitive skin was left out. You used some of his pre-cum as lubricant and even let a little spit to dribble down your chin onto him to make an easy glide as you stroked him from base to tip. He shuddered and whimpered. ‘Does it hurt?’

'N-no. Feels good- when you-'

‘When I?’ You tilted your head.

'When you-when you use your thumb-'

‘Like this?’

You stroked him down the slit where a jutting vein was slowly and he went feral.

'Fuck!’ He groaned, hips snapping, biceps bulging as his fists tightened around nothing where they dug and crushed into the floor. ‘Yes!’

'It's not supposed to feel good though.’ You droned with a little laugh and you saw when it flashed in his eyes. Unadulterated dread. It thrilled you a little and it made you bold. ‘It’s supposed to feel like hell. Because I’m punishing you after all.’

Then you dipped your head and took him in your mouth and immediately he started thrusting up.

You moved back to pull yourself off him with a wet pop and shot him a hard look. ‘Don’t move.’ You told him harshly, lips glistening with a bit of his pre-cum and your saliva. ‘And keep your hands to yourself.’

He nodded erratically, so ready to acquiesce and abide.

‘Okay…’ It came out as a groan through his gritted teeth, his jaw tense. Oh. You mused. What’s this? He was getting impatient? Restless? Frustrated? ‘Please just- ugh!’

You put your mouth on his cock again, planting wet kisses and licking around the base, tracing the pulsing veiny lines with your tongue and his head fell back. His nails dug into his palms, cutting skin as he tried to control the urge to roll his hips into your mouth while you sucked him off slow and sloppy.

He stuttered out your name only to stumble when you squeezed his balls pointedly at his slip of tongue. ‘Mommy- fuck- I’m close.’

You peered up at him and almost creamed yourself on the spot. He looked so debauched.

You increased your vigor, massaging his heavy balls in your hands until it became impossible for him to breath as you bobbed your head up and down on his tip, rolling your tongue over the sensitive head.

He released hoarse sounds as you coated his shaft with your saliva, strained and strangled, crosses between whimpers and moans.

Adjusting your position and spreading your knees, you grasped him at the base and opened your lips up. You held his gaze, engulfing his cock into your mouth and you hummed as he glided into you until his tip hit the back of your throat.

Jungkook murmured weakly, near delirious, cock throbbing wildly inside of you as he took in the sight. Of your lips stretched around his cock. At the exhilarating sensation of your warm mouth and your tight throat clutching him in a snatch.

His hands sought your hair, startling you, tightening, and before you could even comprehend what was happening, he began drawing you back and forth, in and out. He thrust his cock into and out of your mouth, chest thrumming at the view of him entering and exiting the tight purse of your plump lips, glistening with your spit.

Shutting his eyes tight, he began bucking his hips sharply, fucking your face with a punishing ferocity as he gripped you tightly and threw his head further back, mouth hanging open. His balls slapped against your chin, and you gagged on his cock at the change in pace, gripping at his thighs for purchase. It only aroused him more, made him flex his hips with even more zest and zeal.

Chancing you a glance, he found you looking out of this world ravishing.

Your teary eyes fluttered, tear tracks staining your flushed, hollowed cheeks. You clutched him snug with those plump, juicy lips, even as you gurgled on his cock.

Releasing a rough groan, he flexed his hips harshly and brought you forward onto his cock until your nose pressed into his abdomen and he slipped as deep into your throat as he could go. His thighs clenched beneath your palms as he released a low curse, muttering absolute nonsense, and his cock pulsed tellingly and he couldn’t help but jerk further in as his abdomen clenched and he tasted it on his tongue as felt it on his bones-

Only to fall hitting the ground hard when you abruptly pulled away.

His eyes shot open, bleary as they blinked at you, while he heaved heavily, wide in disbelief, stumbling over his tongue stuttering your name.

‘Why would you-'

A harsh slap had his head snapping sideways.

‘That.’ You snapped, heaving over yourself with tears and snot and spit all over your face. God, you could finally breathe again. Your scalp tingled a little from where he’d grabbed you and it was pleasant but today was not that kind of a day. Your scowl deepened. ‘And I told you not to move. But you did.’

Jungkook could do nothing but release a broken sound as his eyes watered and your look turned a little wry, some of the vexation in you simmering down.

You hated seeing him get like this. He just wanted you that bad and he acted out because of it. You knew where he was coming from. You felt the same.

Getting your hair out of your face, you straddled his lap, held his face to lift his hanging head and made him look straight at you.

‘Jungkook, I can’t reward you if you’re not going to be good and listen to me.’ You said softly, soothing the sting off his left cheek with the gentle stroke of your thumb over the pinkening skin as he sniffled, his nose so so red.. ‘All you have to do is do as I say. It’s that simple. Why is it so hard for you to understand?’

'I-' He tried to voice but found himself choking on a sob, speech stuttering. His shoulders shook and tears streamed down his face almost endlessly. ‘I’m sorry, mommy. So sorry, I won’t do it again. I swear I’ll be good. I promise… please … I swear…’

‘Shh…’ You hushed him quietly, wiping at them, feeling your heart soften to a puddle unbiddenly with your love for him. ‘Since you’re such a sweetie, I’ll tell you one more time. One last time.’

Jungkook listened to you intently, holding your now steady gaze with his teary ones.

'Don't move unless I tell you to. Don’t talk unless I ask you something. Keep your hands where I put them, only move them when you hear me tell you to. Got it?’

He nodded while you held him, a jerky movement as he sniffled again.

'Yes, mommy.’

You smiled. How adorable.

'Good.’ You said, pecking the red tip of his nose, satisfied, soul rested at reaching an agreement with him and seeing him calm a little. It made slipping into your role again easier. 'If you call my name again with your filthy mouth, I’m gonna stop. You’ve got to earn it. Otherwise, you’ll never learn.’

Since it wasn’t a question, he didn’t respond. You watched his throat bobbed as he shook a little. It was the quake that came in the aftermath of sobbing and something else. You were vaguely aware of his slick cock where it laid flat against the ridged planes of his solid tummy, twitching and pulsing and desperate for a little touch, a little kiss, a little suck, from you.

It was almost embarrassing to admit how close you were to pouncing on him in the moment. But you wanted to keep this going. You stopped him earlier so firmly because of it.

'I think you understand well enough now. ‘ You pushed yourself off your knees and stood to help him take his shirt off, marveling and feeling at his ripped ink skin for a moment before your eyes flickered to his face. ‘Now kiss me.’

He pushed forward and crashed his lips against yours, moaning deeply as he shoved his tongue down your throat, all too eager to finally be able to be allowed this.

Your eyes fluttered shut and your hands slid up his firm chest, fingers joining and clasping to lace as you brought your arms around his neck.

You forced yourself to part from him to angle your head the other way to deepen the kiss and he chased your lips hungrily all the way, your teeth colliding when you meshed together again.

With your hands in his hair, you guided him to you neck, then your collarbones. You hugged him tighter and sighed in bliss as he started lavishing your tits, lapping at your nipples with his tongue and relieving them off their ache, nibbling with his teeth.

'Fuck…' You moaned, arching, for more. You wanted more. ‘Guk… use your hands. Touch them.’

His hands shot out fast and he gripped, squeezing your flesh as he showered your tits with his attention, leaving a sheen behind from his mouth and a red tinge and sting from his fervor.

You winced, jolting sharply.

He was being too rough. Pinching and biting and twisting, drawing seemingly pained sounds from deep inside of you as you panted. But you couldn’t find it in you to stop him because it felt so good.

To reward him for making you feel good, you reached in between your bodies, gripping his cock again.

He jolted, unintentionally biting down on your nipple, making you jerk with a curse as electricity shot through you, hitting you down to the core. But you kept pretense, grabbing his cock and pulling him back by the hair to give him a stern look.

'Don't stop.’ You commanded, breathless and throaty. ‘If you want to come. Don’t. Stop.’

Jungkook obliged and dived in to suckle on your tits and knead the soft flesh with even more vigor than before, something you didn’t think possible. You jerked him off with just as much zeal, fingers scratching his scalp as you bit down on your bottom lip, throbbing dully from the kiss before, to hold back wanton noises.

‘M-mommy-‘ he husked in a stutter against your tits, a strong arm looping around your waist to ground him, hand trembling where he squeezed you desperately when he pulled away to look up at you with glittery eyes. ‘I’m sorry b-but- I-'

You moved your fist up and down around his girth, probing the leaking tip with your thumb, gathering pre cum and spreading the sticky essence all over his shaft as you asked him if you were making him feel good, observing his lust laden expression through your lashes, to which he nodded at dumbly, incoherent affirmatives tumbling out of his parted lips.

‘Are you close?’ His balls were hot and heavy and pulsing with load when you took them between your fingers to rile him up even more and he groaned, shaking his head and shutting his eyes tightly. ‘Tell me, are you close baby?’ He pulsed at the pet name, a harsh curse slipping out the part of his lip. ‘Yes!’

'Well?’ You prompted, increasing your pace as you felt his cock buzz tellingly. ‘Come for me, baby boy.’

And he did, thick, hot jet streams shooting out and flying all over in between them, on your belly, on your thighs, and even on the bottom curve of your tits.

You found yourself breathing heavy in the aftermath, supporting a spent Jungkook who had his face buried into you chest with his back bowed, his arms weakly brought around your waist .

You kept your hand on his hair, soothing down the damp strands gently.

‘Tired…’ he mumbled into your skin, an incoherent slur you miraculously caught. ‘Can’t… move…'

You laughed a little.

'Of course.’ You said. You were feeling a lot more drained than you usually did after sex yourself, from your skin down to your bone. ‘That was a lot wasn’t it.’

‘Yeah…' he agreed sleepily. ‘But I had fun…. T’was good.’

‘I know.’ You leaned into to press a kiss to his crown and looped your arms snug around him in an embrace to keep him warm. ‘Me too.’ - Somewhere in between pulling yourselves together and trying to learn how to breath again, he’d dozed of on your tits.

You had a petite frame compared to his height and muscle. Jungkook was really tall and very broad in general.

Dragging his dead weight to the room wasn’t easy.

But you got there eventually.

He sunk into the sheets mumbling on his belly and you joined him on your side of the bed after catching your breath, shimmying into comfort next to his warmth to get some shut eye for a moment.

A handful of hours must’ve gone by. You were first to wake up. It was somewhere around five am. Not your usual time, unlike Jungkook who loved getting up early to hit the gym before work, but you had things to do.

He must’ve been really tired. He slept through his alarm. You reached out to the night stand with his things to hit snooze for him and decided he could do with some extra minutes of sleep.

You watched him propped on one elbow with your fist pressing at your cheek where he slept on after changing out of your birthday suit into one of his comfortable shirts, snoring softly, touching his hair.

Jungkook shifted, eyes fluttering lazily. When they saw you, he blinked dazedly multiple times before he shifted on his side to face you completely, bringing a loose arm around your waist.

‘Are you not tired?’ He asked you with a pleasant gruffness to his voice, eyes still shut.

‘No,’ You shook your head, tracing along the shape of his brow gently and brushing his fringe aside before you cupped his face. ‘I’m starting early today.’

His lids cracked open a notch and he looked at you questioningly with sleep in his eyes.

'Doing what?’

‘Homework.’

'But you’re in college.’ He pointed out in a rasp, pouting a little at the prospect of having you torn away from him and tugging you closer until you tumble on top of him. ’They don’t give out homework in college. I know. I’ve been there.’

You laughed, finding his clinginess cute. It wasn’t everyday that he referred back to his younger days, days he didn’t seem to be too proud of, often times reminiscing on them every now and then with a cringe or grimace or red tipped ears.

If there was something you knew for sure he didn’t regret about all the mishaps and slip ups of his past life, it was that it made him who he was, got him his awesome sleeve and it led him to meeting you in his later years.

Unable to help it, feeling your heart brim, you leaned down to peck him, just because he was right there, so close and near and yours.

‘It’s an assignment that I’m supposed to get done at home so…'

‘Homework.’ He nodded, lips stretching in a lazy, dopey grin as his hands lifted to rest on your waist and massage your sides absently. ‘Right. What about your parfait?’

That gave you a pause. He planted a kiss on the side of your mouth. He probably meant to catch your lips but he obviously still had quite some sleep weighing down on his system.

Right now, he seemed fine with just kissing down your jaw, and your neck, gentle and languid as he breathed you in and embraced you snugger. Distractedly, he asked. 'Did you get to eat it?’

You considered it in, humming at the pleasant feeling of his lips and hands on you, slipping your fingers into his hair, cradling the back of his head when he lifts his head a little to nip at your collarbones.

‘Yeah.’ You breathed out, voice a little husky. When he pulled away to blink up at you questioningly, you titled your and you grinned a little, working your thumb in circles at the base of his skull . 'You feed it to me, don’t you remember?’

The hazy look on his face dissipated as clarity dawned on his features and a deep flush broke out on his face, from the tips of his ears and down his neck.

'I thought…’ he trailed off, blinking repeatedly, struggling to speak as he went over the events of the previous night. ‘That’s good then. That uh you’ve satisfied your craving.’

You held back a little chuckle at his flustered reaction and hummed.

‘Yeah…' Your fingers touched his lips, soft and plump and still a little redder than normal from yesterday. ‘I wonder what I’ll be craving next.’

His lips stretched underneath your finger tip and it was nothing short cheeky and brimming mischief.

'Me too.’ He said, reaching out to cradle your nape. His thumb brushed your pulse tenderly, and he brought you close enough so that your noses touched and you shared a breath. ‘That reminds me, I never really got to make it up to you.’

Your suspicion for a scheme aside, you frowned at what he said, tilting your head.

‘You did.’ You told him, wondering if he was joking around or something. ‘I’m not mad anymore.’

'I mean I got to get off,' Jungkook explained, eyes darting all over your face before it settled on yours, steady and firm. ‘But you didn’t.’

‘Oh.’ You blinked, suddenly feeling all hot and funny. You let out a little breathy laugh and shook your head, squeezing where you held him a little to reassure him, giving him a tiny smile. ‘But, I didn’t need to. I had fun too. It's fine, really.’

He held you in silence, idly tracing your cheeks.

‘But I want to make it up to you.’ He stated earnestly, then he titled his head and his eyes flickered to you with a telling glint. He rasped our your name. 'I’m craving something.’

You resisted a huff even as you shuddered down to your toes and decided to entertain him

‘Tell me.' You perched your chin on his sternum and stared up at him, fingers slipping his hair to glide down his neck and shoulder in a slow, drawn out motion to rest on his chest, where his heart beat was picking up ‘What are you craving?’

Jungkook was silent for a beat, watching you with darkening eyes.

'Do we still have whip cream left?’

‘No.’ You shook your head slightly, feeling him up. ‘Finished it.’

He nodded distractedly, humming low in his throat.

'Alright.’ He muttered, reaching out to sooth your hair down and before he gripped. Oh. Heat coiled in your belly and he smirked at how hot you were getting on top of him. ‘I'm guessing fruit and yogurt will do. We have that.’

You peered up at him through your lashes and bit you lip, pulse picking up. The morning wood he sporting was getting impossible to ignore now with how he was looking at you.

‘Are you thinking what I’m thinking?’

‘Yeap.’ His lips curled into a lazy grin, and when he released you, you almost whined but he went straight to cupping your ass beneath the shirt of his you were wearing, clad in only underwear, making you jolt a little at the sudden motion, but you certainly had no complaints. ‘But first-‘

Jungkook chuckled at the sound you let out, and he gave you a playful smack before he mumbled, eyes dark with intent.

‘Will you look at the clock- it’s time for breakfast.’ Of course he would go and say something corny like that first thing in the morning. You couldn’t help but laugh as you sat up with your palms on his chest to push yourself off him.

‘It’s my turn to cook.’ You said, standing after moving off your straddle on him to slip your feet into your slippers, a white bunny with red detail to match his black bunny with pink cheeks. You tied your hair into a messy bun as he shuffled to lay on his side behind you and looked down at him over your shoulder, hands on your hips. ‘What are you in the mood for?’

He observed you silently for a while, then he reached over and gently took your hand, tugging you back.

'You.’ He spoke lowly, husking your name, his gaze clear even while heavy lidded with blatant arousal. ‘I’m in the mood for you.’

You sighed and turned to face him, leaning down to give him a quick peck and hold his face with your free hand.

‘That’s real sweet Kooks, but I’m talking about real food.’

He opened his pretty doe eyes wider slowly, bottom lip jutting out in pout that floored you, almost ensnaring you. A tender chuckle tumbled out of your lips and you gave his cheek a light pat with a little ‘tough luck’ before heading towards the door when he let reluctantly your hand slip out of his.

‘Put on something before you come out.’ You called from the door after grabbing one of his sweats from the draw before you entered the bathroom to freshen up quickly. They were big, dragging on the floor but they were warm and comfy and all you had to do was pull on the drawstrings. You shivered as soon as you walked out and hit the hallways, hugging yourself, trying to rub the goosebumps off your arms. The mornings were as brutal as ever it seemed. ‘It’s really cold out here.’

You could hear him groan from the living room and you shook your head, sighing under your breath as you slipped into the kitchen. Jungkook got sick so easy and he could be so stylish when he went out without trying but he hated wearing clothes inside more than anything.

What a mysterious enigma, you thought with a hint of sarcasm, and unbidden, a hint of affection bled through and extended that thought. One of the seven wonders of the world, that one.

You’d get to him and dress him yourself in a moment. Right now, your grumbling tummy couldn’t be ignored any longer.

You opened the fridge and stared at the contents for a while before you took out the eggs and bacon and set it on the counter.

Jungkook came out in a hoodie with sweats on, sitting across you on one of the two tall stools where you were setting the plates with a frown.

You absently started a count down in your head as you arranged the spread before you, already knowing the drill.

Three.

Two.

He started by calling you out, voice rough from sleep still. ‘You’re a real meanie. You know that?’

You hummed absently, moving to the other side and cracking the eggs over the sizzling pan.

‘At least give me my morning kiss.’ He called out from behind you. ‘I gave it to you already.’

‘A real one.’ He countered. ‘Not just a peck.’

You turned to grab some salt on the eating counter and sent him a look.

His hair was all mussed and you had to admit it was an adorably, hot look but there were other more pressing matters that begged for your attention. He was dressed yes, but of course, he was showing ripped skin down the center. It was tempting but you were more concerned for his wellbeing.

'Zip it first.’ You gestured at his hoodie. ‘Maybe then I’ll think about it.’

Jungkook did as you said sooner than you could finish blinking.

‘There.’ He declared with enthusiasm, brimming with childlike glee with an ear to ear grin, practically thrumming in excitement in his seat. ‘Now kiss me.’

Oh, there was no way you could deny him, especially when he got like this, so eager for your kisses. But you could be a little stern about, try to get all contemplative and rational when all you wanted to do was shower him with them.

So, you stared at him for a bit before you walked over and braced yourself to lean over the counter on your tiptoes so you could lift yourself, palms pressed onto the cold, marble surface.

He spared you the embarrassment of having to climb the counter and leaned over with his height to meet you somewhere halfway and cradle your face in his hands.

It was just a fitted press at first, your mouth slotted against his gently, melding perfectly, then a gliding roll of lips.

He held your face tighter when you tried to get back on your heels.

'The food…' you spoke airily against the wet smack of their lips, gaze trying to shift over your shoulders where the stove was sizzling. ‘It’s gonna burn…'

He tolerated blindly kissing your cheek for only a bit before he used his other hand to redirect your face towards him and meshed your lips again.

'Just a little bit more…' he husked, taking you bottom lip in between his as he angled his head, thumbs brushing your warm cheeks tenderly. ‘Let me taste you a bit more…'

His mouth tasted a little like mint, with a hint of cherry from his favorite chap stick and something distinctly him beneath it all as your tongues breached to mingle. It was intoxicating, making you feel dizzy and weightless.

Your heart felt unbelievably full and it was the easiest thing to melt into him. You closed your eyes, giving in and let him caress your tongue with his as you made out until your lungs protested.

Your eyes were still softly shut when he pulled way with a string of saliva in between your lips. He smiled a little at your serene expression and your eyes opened when he brushed a trail of wetness off the side of your mouth with his thumbs.

‘Spit.’ He said simply, giving you a final wipe with a satisfied nod and a dopey stretch to his lips. ‘All good now.’

You felt the spot with your fingers. It tingled pleasantly, like your cheeks, which were hot and probably super flushed with color.

Nodding, you pushed yourself off the counter and went over to check on the eggs.

They were a little crisper around the edge but luckily, not charred and burnt. Jungkook liked his eggs a little on the rawer in the mornings, for the rich proteins, good for muscles, he said once. You would have these ones. You finished cooking with no incident and in no time you were sitting across each other.

'Looks good,' Jungkook complimented, reaching for his fork with a bright grin as you did the same. It widened when he looked up at you. There was that pretty, sea glass twinkle in his galaxy eyes. ‘Thanks for the meal.’

You watched him dive in, humming graciously and you looked down at your own food, muttering your own thank with a little smile.

You were so so grateful for having him in your life.

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i went through hoops trying to upload this. i made the banner myself. i edited this a dozen times.

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ink and kinks and it's entire masterlist

pairing : tattooartist!jk x collegestudent!reader

setting : non idol au, established relationship au, boyfriend jk au, cohabitation au

genre : smut, fluff, slice of life, pwp

rating(s) : mature or m for mildly sexual content- explicit or e for graphic, detailed sexual content.

summary :

a purely self indulgent established relationship anthology thingy majig where tattoo artist jk and college student reader explore and experience a variety of kinks and fetishes with each other in a pretty everyday setting.

here, have this bundle of wholesome fluff and filthy smut.

warnings : 18+, nsfw, explicit sexual content, lots of it, it's about kinks, domesticity, they're basically a married couple, quite some cringe, use of nicknames/pet names.

a/n : so this became a whole thing. something to keep in mind- none of these are probably going to go the way you expect it to.

one shots:

part one ( explicit ) link

posted : 30/9

jungkook ruins your day. he's got to pay for it.

content : mommy kink, face slapping, femdom, sub!jk.

part two ( explicit ) link

posted : 8/10

you lost in a bet and have to face your punishment. jungkook has lots of fun riling you up.

content : daddy kink, softdom!jk, semi-clothed sex.

part three ( mature ) link

posted : coming soon

you see lots of new faces during camp on friday. many of them girls. girls your boyfriend has tatted before and many in brow raising places.

you get possessive.

content : semi-public sex, frottage, slight top/bottom themes, mild orgasm control.

*more to be added*

drabbles:

baby fever ( mature )

posted : coming soon

jungkook wouldn't mind being a dad. even if it's nine months from now.

content : breeding kink, impregnation kink.

*more to be added*

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inks and kinks and other pretty things

pairing : tattooartist!JK x collegestudent!reader

setting : non idol au, established relationship au

summary :

you lost in a bet and have to face your punishment. jungkook has lots of fun riling you up.

genre : lots of smut and lots fluff

rating : e for graphic adult content

wordcount : 4.6k

warnings : read content below unless you want to avoid spoilers ;)

content :

dom/sub undertones, use of pet names/nicknames, daddy kink, softdom!jk, semi-clothed sex, light praising kink, hair pulling, clit slapping ( it happens istg ), free the nipples, reader is in a mood, jk isn't helping really, but jk's about to kiss it better, jk has a possessive streak, soft motorboating, boob obsessed jk, fingering, nipple/breast play, like a lot of it, table sex, sex at the workplace, jk has an office, raw fucking, rough sex, jk kind of chokes the reader, he's very demanding but he's so gentle about it, brief cock warming, lots of kissing here too, jk kind of needs to be fed a bar of soap, reader is in distress because he's so blunt, help they're being cheesy and lovey dovey again, having a healthy, loving relationship and having dirty, nasty sex as usual, just jk and reader being couple goals if you ask me.

a/n :almost named this 'ink, kink and a handful of pretty tits' , you'll find out why soon enough hehe... but in other news, how have you all been? thank you so much for all the support and love on the other part of the anthology. really glad to know alot of people liked it. i hope alot of people like this piece too. without further ado, I give you : this huge block of gritty sin and wholesome fluff. like if you liked it, reblog to share and share your thoughts and feelings in the replies!

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masterlist

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'bad girls don’t get to cum.’

This was what the shirt Jungkook’s girlfriend was wearing said when she walked into the ink parlor with her pretty little skirt and a friend of hers.

He was in the middle cleaning up before heading out for lunch with his partner.

Jungkook stood straighter and watched your green haired friend practically drag you in.

June, he recalled briefly. You talked about her sometimes and she was a friend of a friend who had a background in art and designing like she did.

‘Hello, JK!’ She greeted with a saccharine sweet smile but it fell when she noticed the other occupant in the room. 'Hoseok.’

Ah, speak of the devil.

The pseudo-pierced, neon blonde gave a howdy from somewhere in the back.

'Hey, June.’ He returned nicely, eyes flickering to his sullen looking girlfriend. ‘Nice shirt.’

June perked up in agreement.

‘I know right! I picked it out myself!'

You shot them daggers and pursed your lips.

'Don't even start with me.’

Then you nudged past them and disappeared around the back.

Jungkook blinked, a little taken aback by just how peeved you seemed to be about something.

If it wasn’t obvious before, it was too blatant to not address now.

He looked to June for answers and found her shaking her head, sighing.

'A storm that one. A storm, I tell you.’

Of course. Everyone knew you were a force to be reckoned with, not one to be trifled with, but your mood suggested something more the latter happened and it had him feeling concerned.

'Is she okay?’

June shrugged.

'Just a little bitter. She lost in a bet. That shirt? It’s part of her punishment.’

'Oh.’ He said. Interesting. He wasn’t expecting that but somehow it made sense. His girlfriend could be a little competitive and she didn’t really like losing at all. That calmed him a little, at least it wasn’t something serious. Not to the point that he’d need to intervene and get involved at least. He wouldn’t need to revert to his rougher days and go around knocking out some teeth and breaking a couple of ribs to make you smile like the sunshine you were again. Putting a smile on he tore his gaze off the back door and turned to face June again. 'So, you here to get a tattoo?’

Instantly, she straightened and grinned, clasping her hands over her chest.

'Yes, actually.’ She batted her lashes at him. ‘You sure you can’t write your initials on my tits? J for Jung, K for Kook. Just in tiny.’

Jungkook laughed and got back to clearing his station.

‘No can do.’ He declined like he always did. ‘I can recommend a place where they can get it done for you if that’s what you really want.’

‘That’s no fun.’ He could hear the pout in her voice. ‘It has to be you.’

He chuckled lightly.

The reason why Jungkook wasn’t outright weirded out or bluntly asking her to see herself to the exit is because oddly enough, he was used to this. Her antics, her advances. She’d been doing this for as long as he’d known her. He heard that she had a crush on him once or something like that, but it didn’t bother you so it didn’t bother him. The two of you trusted each other. He just sometimes wondered if she’d ever get tired or find someone for herself.

‘Sorry.’ He cleaned his hands off with a towel. ‘Hyung’s about to head out for lunch.’

She perked up like he knew she would and he almost grinned in triumph. No hard feelings, he just really needed an escape right now.

‘He recently got his paycheck too.’ Jungkook added, thanking the heavens he knew enough about the art major from you and observing to know her favorite things revolved around food, shopping and harassing Hoseok.

She gasped and spluttered.

‘For real?’

'Yeah.’ He nodded, gladly roping her in even more. 'You should go with him.’

She gave him a salute and a curt nod and proceeded to easily exit his work station.

He distantly registered her buttering up an annoyed Hoseok in the background as he concentrated with finishing up at his station up. Idly, his eyes flitted to the back door where you had disappeared off into with a light crease in between his brows.

But it wasn’t a look of worry.

His curiosity far outweighed his concern right now.

-

You verbally pounced in defense before the door even came to a close behind him.

'Don't even say a word.’

‘I didn’t say anything.’

'You look like you want to say something.’

His office was nothing grand. Just a medium sized room with maroon walls and vintage furniture. He had pictures of things he liked on the walls and some odd bits like a skate board, a dream catcher hanging from the ceiling and motorbike helmet, a baseball bat and a guitar amongst others arranged into some short randomly sized cabinets he had lined up at the walls.

It was quite for a while as he fiddled with the helmet clasp for a bit while you brooded in the corner.

‘A bet huh?’ He mused, swallowing back any sound that resembled laughter, at least for now. ‘And you really lost?’

‘Shut up.’

He let it out lightly, setting the helmet down to turn and sit back against one of the racks at the wall opposite of you.

'If we look at the bright side, at least it’s not a furry onesie.’ He shrugged at your skeptical look. 'That shirt looks good on you.’

It did. Like your skirt did too. Baby pink, airy and with a flow. And your shoes, translucent heels with straps that criss crossed your ankles and calves beautifully. In all honesty, you could rock a trash can and he’d be absolutely floored at the sight of it.

'Thanks. It's still humiliating though.’ You murmured, feet dancing where they were perched on his work desk while you harrumphed and pouted in the corner like it did when you weren’t sure how to respond because you flustered. ‘It's all June's fault. She dragged me into this.’

He nodded, humming absently.

Thank you June, for dragging her into this.

‘It’s not that bad.’ He said, distracted, thoroughly taking you in from head to toe. Every dip and curve and every roll of skin.

Not bad at all. Perfect. So pretty.

‘I guess.’

'C'mere.’ His hands itched to grab. ‘I wanna see.’

You stood after staring at him for a while before you walked over to him, heels clicking. Your palm naturally came to rest over his broad chest when you settled in between his legs, feeling him up at him through his black tee as you looked up at him.

‘Nice.’ He said, looking you over as he held your waist, thumb brushing the bare skin there. ‘You look good in crop tops.’

‘Well it’s summer so…'

Thank lord for summer too.

‘Is that why you’re not wearing a bra too?’

You paused, looking at him and your body actually went hot against him.

'Why do you look so shocked? It’s pretty obvious.’ He said, shrugging, unable to help his amusement at how flushed out you were getting. His hands rose up your ribs, thumbs brushing the underside of your tits. ‘I could see your nipples from miles away. They've been hard since the moment you walked in.’

'It’s part of the punishment for loosing the bet.’ You groaned, watching him stroke you softly, then you chanced him a glance through your lashes, shy and bashful almost, making his heart jump in his chest. ‘Are you mad? That I walked around like this.’

He stared at you for a while, thinking over your words as he poured over how cute you looked in the moment, then he slowly shook his head.

‘Not even a little bit?’

He pursed his lips. Well.

He imagined you walking down the street, tiny skirt swaying, tits jiggling with every click of your heels, turning heads with every step, so pretty with your stiff nipples pressing against the thin material of your shirt and your long, shapely legs and your soft plump lips and your perfect pretty face and-

It wasn’t so much jealousy that struck. It was some baser, primal and it was telling him to do more than just grab your boobs. He wanted to rip your shirt off, bend you over the table and shove your skirt over your full ass so he could-

'Maybe a little bit.’ He relented, groaning with restrain. Fuck. He felt like growling. 'I just know they were staring.’

'They were.’

You told him with a little giddy stretch to your lips, no doubt loving to see him act so possessive and territorial over you.

He made a displeased face and you laughed a little.

'Don't be mad.’ You said, stroking his neck. He was getting hot there, his pulse picking up. ‘People stare all the time but they’re just looking. You're the only one who gets to feel it and touch.’

He grunted absently, distracted. He was squeezing your boobs with his inked fingers now, utterly occupied with the task at hand.

There wasn’t anything sexual about it. It was a tender gesture even and it made you smile, shifting your hand to cradle the back of his head, teasing the downy, wavy hair there.

'It's almost lunch.’ You said, looking at the clock over his head as he nuzzled into your chest, breathing you in. ‘You’ve got plans with Hoseok?’

‘No.’ He shook his head. His voice was muffled and a little slurry. There was something all intoxicating and grounding and satisfying about your sweet scent, and your softness, your presence, just everything that was you. ‘He went out with June.’

You snorted, nuzzling your cheek into his temple, hugging his neck.

'Seriously.’

‘Yeah.’ He said, palming at you now, kneading the swell softly that give beneath his touch. 'Think they’re gonna be out in town for a while. He just got his paycheck.’

‘Wow. So she’s about to suck his wallet dry. ‘You mused, understanding the situation instantly. You pulled away a little to look down at him questioningly. 'What about you? Have you had lunch yet?’

His pupils were all blown out and there was a telling flush to his face.

‘Later.’

Oh.

Wordlessly, he leaned up to kiss you and you melted into his lips.

Your arms came around his neck and you pressed yourself into him.

Standing, he guided your bodies them to couch in corner and lifted you onto his lap as he sat.

Immediately, you started grinding into him and shoved your hands under his shirt, feeling his ripped skin as you kissed his neck.

His own palms settled on your rear under you skirt, large hands fondling the flesh as his head fell back.

'Fuck…' he hissed out your name when you suckled on his pulse, making his fingers dig into your flesh as his cock twitched in his pants. He was aching, and the fabric felt stifling, he’d been hard for so long now, but he loved how it felt when you put your mouth on him like that too much to want to part from you right now. ‘Do that again.’

You did, with more vigor this time, sure to leave a mark, sensually rolling you hips into the bulge at his crotch as you pinched his nipples.

Grunting, he slipped his hand lower and fingered you through your underwear.

‘Guk…' you stuttered, riding his fingers as you own clutched at loose fine waves at the base of his neck. You gasped when he pushed the damp piece of fabric aside to slip his finger inside your snatch. ‘Fuck!’

'Shh…’ he hushed, detaching his hand from your rear to grab your hair and angle your head back. ‘Look at me.’

You opened your eyes weakly, moaning when you saw him gazing down at you with impossibly dark eyes.

‘I want to see the faces you make when you ride my fingers,' He husked out and you fluttered around him. He added another finger, adjusting a little to press at your stiff clit, and he cursed when you tightened around him, increasing your pace, hopping in his lap. ‘That’s right… keep fucking yourself on my fingers…'

His eyes flickered to your chest where your tits were bouncing, straining against the thin fabric of your shirt, nipples poking out.

Noticing his staring, you moved your hand from his shoulder to reach for the hem but he stopped you.

‘No.’ he rasped, holding your hair tighter, eyes flickering to your face. ‘Keep it on.’

The look in your hazy eyes was decidedly puzzled.

‘To remind me.’

Is all he said, before he dipped down and closed his mouth around your clothed nipple, making you cry out in shock and pleasure.

His other hand slid down from your hair to the small of your back where you were arched to hold you close as he pressed his face further into the softness of your tits, nibbling at you through your shirt as he fucked you steadily with his fingers.

'Kookie…’ you panted, fingers tightening in his silky hair as you quivered tellingly around his fingers. Your eyes snapped shut when he added a third and shifted to wrap his mouth around your other breast. ‘Fuck!’

He bit down on your nipple, rubbing down on your clit hard in a way that had you jolting and gasping for air just for a second.

'Jungkook-'

The air was knocked out of you when you were suddenly lifted before your back hit the cool surface of his desk.

His hand shot out for your jaw before you could even blink back into focus and your eyes widened at the sight of him looking down at you under his nose, his hair in his eyes.

‘Jungkook?’

He ignored you, languidly undoing his belt as he held you down.

'You wanna cum, babe?’

'Yes, Jungkook.’ You whined, your mouth watered when you peeked him grabbing his cock and stroking it. ‘Please… let me-'

He tightened his grip and you whimpered.

‘I know.’ He husked, looking you over, making you squirm under his intent, smoldering gaze. ‘So you gotta listen to me.’

You nodded as much as his hold would allow, hips wiggling. You couldn’t keep you anticipation in of your tried, and you only hoped he would understand and not punish you for wanting it so bad.

'What did I say earlier,' He asked, no, demanded you tell him, feeling your drippy slit idly. ‘Come on, let’s hear it.’

You tried to think back but it was hard to focus when he was flicking your clit with his thumb and fingering you again, stretching his digits in scissor like motions, trying to see how ready you were to take him.

‘Well?’

You swallowed thickly, seeing double. You could barely think straight. It was impossible to focus on anything else but him right now but he wasn’t exactly asking you.

'Look at me.’ You forced yourself to part out, knowing nothing else would be happening if you didn’t pull yourself together and say it if he was in this particular mood. ‘You said… look at me.’

'Good.’ He praised, pleased with how good you were being for him. ‘Think you can do that for me? Think you can be good for, Daddy?’

You moaned and gushed at the seams.

‘Yes!’

'Good, good.’ He mumbled out and patted your thigh, and your chest heaved and expanded all at once as you watched him slide his touch up to hold your hip to bring you closer so that the fat head of his cock nudged at your open when he aligned himself at your entrance. He rasped out your name along with a low fuckas he rubbed himself all up on you, smearing you with pre cum, mixing your arousals, teasing your clit, making you spill even more. ‘You’re dripping. Bet I could slip right in like this…'

‘Kookie…'

‘Oho.’ He admonished, slapping your clit with his cock. You twitched off the table whimpering but he held you down by the hip. He said your name, brows drawn in a little. ‘Do it right. Or else I can’t give you want you want.’

'Daddy! Please! I need-'

‘What do you need?’

‘You! Your cock! Please put it inside-‘

You heard him chuckle.

'I'll give it to you, since you asked so nicely.’

You gasped as he filled you up, fingers shooting out to grasp his shirt and pull when he leans over to kiss your cheek, hovering over you with his one strong arm on one side of beside your head, tats dancing as his muscles flexed, the other gliding up your sides to knead your tit generously.

‘I'm gonna fuck you.’ He husked ‘Right here, right now, on this desk.’ A kiss over your erratic pulse, teeth dragging over the sensitive patch of skin. ‘You like that?’

'Yes, daddy,' You moaned needily, literally on the verge of tears and burning all over, aching for relief and release and him. ‘I do… so much…'

He kissed your lips and he grinned, rolling his hips into yours, stirring you up deliciously from the inside.

'How do you want it? Hard and fast? Rough and slow?’

'Yes!’

Jungkook chuckled again, taking your hand where it laid uselessly at your side to lace his fingers with yours over your head.

‘God.’ He breathed out, taking you in reverently behind his fringe. ‘You’re a mess.’

Then he began fucking you in earnest.

Slow at first, and deep, dragging his cock in and out your plush tightness languidly and then fast and hard, flexing his hips in a way that had you bouncing and shifting up on the table. His hand, laced in yours was the only thing keeping you grounded as your senses left you and stars filled your visions, and he drew you forward onto his cock every time he slammed back in, never letting you get too far from him for too long.

The wet sounds of skin on skin and his balls smacking against your ass filled the room, melding with the sounds of your heavy breathing.

The feet of the table creaked as he pummeled you, scratching against polish wood with the force of each sharp, deliberate piston of his hips into yours.

He gazed down at you, his damp fringe grazing your forehead as his breath fanned you Cupid’s bow. His lips were close enough to touch, just brushing yours, so distracting, but you fought to stay focused and keep your gaze on him liked he’d said, caressing his neck with your free hand and melding into him.

‘Fuck…’ he rasped breathlessly against your lips, the vein beneath your fingertips pulsing wildly like his cock was in you. ‘You close, princess? Gonna come on my cock, baby girl?’

'Yes,' you nodded frantically, tightening your legs around his hips to draw him closer as your ribs expanded overwhelmingly, the heels of your hell clad feet pressing into the base of his spine. ‘Daddy… I’m gonna- I'm gonna-'

He reached in between you to rub at your clit vigorously and hissed when you cried out and clenched him hard.

‘Oh my- fuck!’

'That's right…' he ushered hoarsely while watching your expression contort in all sorts of pleasure. ‘Be a good girl and come for me. Now.’

You unraveled and imploded at his command and arched sharply off the desk, unable to keep your eyes from snapping shut as you gripped his fingers hard, your nails digging into his nape.

Jungkook cursed into the crook of your neck, doubling over himself and gripping your hip hard enough to leave imprint as he gave a final hasty jerk before he spent himself in your, filling you with his thick, hot load.

His weight stayed over you for a while as you both took some time to gather yourselves, damp strands brushing your face as he pulled away from your neck to kiss you softly. His hands slid up your hip and under your shirt, settling over your ribs. The light brush of his thumb around the under side of your breast as he stroked the faint lines there was almost lulling.

‘Was I good?’ you asked breathlessly, playing with his fingers where your hands were still laced.

‘So good.’ He spoke against your lips, smiling a little, giving you a reassuring squeeze. ‘That’s why I let you cum.’

He chuckled at the sharp look you gave him and he gave you one last, lingering peck before he pulled away.

You fixed the straps of your damned top that had slid down as you slowly sat up, wincing slightly at the dull ache between your legs and making a face when you saw yourself dripping down your thighs.

'I can’t go out like this,' you announced to no one in particular, giving your entire self a look. ‘I look like a mess.’

Jungkook paused from fixing his fly and moved to the other side of the desk you were on to crouch.

‘I think I have something…'

You heard him shuffling around one of the drawers he had there.

‘Got it.’

When you looked up from your swinging legs he was coming over with what looked like an oversized hoodie.

He put it on you with a cheeky grin.

At first you didn’t think much about it. In fact, you liked it, it was perfectly huge on you, soft to the touch and it smelt just like him. But then you looked down and slowly read what it said.

daddy's little girl.

Not this again…

'Think of it as an upgrade.’ He said, giving you a thumbs up in response to your debauched expression. ‘You’re a good girl now.’

‘It says little girl, Guk.’ You grumbled with a not so subtle glare. 'Not good girl.’

‘I know but…' he smiled a little, shuffling closer to cup the back of your head and tilt his head to the side, taking you in closely. ‘You were so good for me earlier. I’m really proud of you.’

You looked up at him wordlessly.

When he put it like so sweetly like that, there really was no chance that you’d put up a fight. But you weren’t exactly known for being the most abiding person, he knew this about you well and he loved how strong willed and stubborn you could be, sometimes for no reason. But he didn’t have any complains.

His favorite pastime was to fuck the attitude out of you at times when you were just being outright bratty.

'People are gonna stare.’

'Let them.’ He said so easily and it made your heart breath catch your chest. 'They can stare all they want. In the end… you’re my girl.’

Your heart did a little impossible jump inside. But he didn’t need to know that. He’d just pinch your cheeks and tease you for it.

You hit his chest, making him double over and clutch the spot in jest as you shuffled off and shoved him aside to grab your things of the edge of the chair.

Standing, the hem of the hoodie went way past your mid thighs.

You tried to be discreet about patting your cheeks. They were almost scalding beneath your fingertips.

Stuffing your hands into the wide pockets, you turned over to face him once you deemed you’d cooled down as much as you possibly could while he was still here. You found him sitting back on the desk, absently touching the place you had hit.

‘Does it hurt?’ Had you applied too much pressure?

‘No.’ He shook his head, a thoughtful look on his face. ‘Felt good actually.’

Of course.

You made a face and mumbled weirdo, under your breathe, heading for the door.

'Let's go,' you said, twisting the knob, deciding the fresh from outside would help with helping you chill down. You didn’t have to look into a mirror or feel at your cheeks to know you were still heatedly flushed. ‘I’m starving.’

'Wait.’ He called out, easily reaching your in three strides with his long legs to grab your wrist to stop you in your tracks. You watched him sink to his knees when you turned. He had some plies of wet tissue in his hand. 'You can’t go out like this.’ He mumbled, wiping at the sticky muck trickling down your legs. ‘You’re dripping all over.’

He was so crude about it. At this point, would you really get over the heat stroke that was threatening to get you? You were starting to feel dizzy. You touched his shoulder to steady yourself.

'I thought you didn’t care.’ You said, letting him clean you. At his questioning look you added to clarify. ‘If people see.’

Jungkook momentarily stopped with wiping you down to address what you said with undivided attention.

'I do. You’re my girlfriend. I want them to know that but…' he held your gaze from his crouch, his expression serious. ‘I’m the only who gets to see you like this. Dripping cum down your leg.’

Your brows rose to your hairline.

Jungkook got back to rubbing your legs clean, carrying on, and your hands too, just for good measure.

'Plus it must be real uncomfortable, walking around like that.’

'Yeah,' you nodded absently.

You were flattered and you felt appreciated and it felt nice hearing him say things like that about you, obscene and lewd as they were- but you honestly didn’t even know how to express all this so you just stayed silent and fought to stand straight while you clutched his shoulder as the butterflies in your tummy acted up.

'Done.’ He declared, jumping to his feet. He was full on grinning.

Wiping his hands and tossing the used tissue aside, he reached for yours and opened the door with the other.

You stared at the back of his head as he led the way down the hall.

His hair was messy. Your fingers itched to reach out and fix it up a little.

‘What do you want to eat?’

He asked, shooting you a glance over his shoulder.

You blinked out of your thoughts and looked away to stare at the abstract portraits on the wall, pondering on it for a moment.

The noon summer breeze carrying heat hit them when you stepped outside.

'Italian?’

He perked up at that, pausing in reaching for his car keys.

'Italian?’

‘Yeah.’ You nodded, regretfully unlinking their hands to finally right his hair, feeling satisfied once you did, then yours, now a little more mussed from dancing in the wind. ‘A new place opened up recently, just down the street. I heard it’s a bit overpriced but,’ You shrugged your shoulders. ‘You just received your paycheck.’

Jungkook laughed at that and nodded.

‘Alright.’ He shoved his keys back in. ‘Let’s go have overpriced Italian. My treat.’

You smiled and walked after him, matching his pace.

Your fingers brushed and naturally intertwined again.

He gave a little tug, idly looking around.

'So you're gonna tell me what this bet was about or …'

That earned him a pinch on the arm, to which he barely even winced at.

'Shut up.’ You grumbled, then you rubbed your palm against the spot even though it probably just tickled more than hurt since he was chuckling again. ‘I’ll tell you later.’

He peered down at you with a shine in his eyes and nodded with a soft smile.

The breeze had messed with your hair a little.

Gently, he brushed your hair aside and patted the top of your head playfully, and God, he just couldn’t help but plant a lingering kiss on your forehead.

‘Sure.’

There was nothing in the world he could ever deny you.

Taking you out, spending time with you, holding your hand and kissing you like this was the least he could do.

Jungkook meant it whenever he told you he’d give you the world if you asked.

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well, this au is driving me insane. it's a love hate thing ;-; thoughts?

Lisa!!! Could you please write a drabble about tae teasing oc??? I love seeing jk angry 😌😌 THANK YOU SMOOCH 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💞💞

The scene is ordinary and one that you play in regularly now: you are waiting by the steps of a building's entrance where Jungkook will come out of any second. This is where he takes his law courses, and it's approaching 6PM when the setting sun and gentle breeze keep you company until he comes out. Your hair is swayed by the light wind, and you dig your hands deeper into the pockets of your thin rain jacket although it's not cold. It just feels so serene to relax like this.

A hot breath is blown into your ear while you're patiently watching the doors. You jump in your spot, but two hands hold you in place by pushing down on your shoulders. The person behind you chuckles silently in amusement.

"Hey," a deep voice whispers. It's Taehyung, and the roll of your eyes is instant. He forces you to face forward when you try to turn around; he wants to be behind.

"Tae," you sigh. "Hi."

"You've been standing here for a while now." He talks lowly even though there's no one around. You can feel his soft breaths on your neck—he's leaning down on you. You squirm under his hold, but he doesn't relent.

You don't match his quiet volume. "I'm waiting."

"For?"

"Jungkook."

"Hm." He slightly loosens his grip because of your stern tone. "Do you have plans with him?"

You shrug, "It's more like routine than making plans."

There are some distant noises inside the building's corridors now, but no one's in sight. You get on your tiptoes to get a peek, curiously looking around as Taehyung says, "Since you two spend so much time together... it wouldn't hurt to hang out with me for one day, would it?"

You suppress a groan. The phrasing is as if he's intentionally trying to guilt you into saying yes, and he's succeeding—but only with the guilt. "I can't. I already texted him that I was here."

"So if you hadn't texted him, would you have hung out with me?"

A hum resounds in your throat. "Well, not alone, but yes."

"I can join in on your hangout now then?"

"Taehyung," you whine at his word twisting. Tingles dance on your neck down to your spine when he inches closer to your ear. Your breath hitches because Jungkook might be amongst the students leaving the building while Taehyung is being so touchy and intimate. You're nervously dreading his appearance now.

"I like that tone," he whispers hotly. "Would you moan my name like that too?" The hands on your shoulders trail to your forearms, loosely encasing his fingers around your wrists like they're cuffs. But his reaction speed is faster than yours, and they tighten the moment your boyfriend is in sight. When he lays his eyes on the two of you, he sprints past the other walking students, stomping to your direction with a confused frown.

You struggle against him with wide eyes; there should be bruises on your skin soon, because his grip is strong to the point of hurting you. "Let me go, please," you plead quietly to avoid the incoming conflict. It is Taehyung you're worrying about, not because he's weak or anything, but because you've never seen him fight back whether it be verbally (at least not in a serious manner) or physically. He's just begging for some type of beating, and you don't want any part of it today.

The quick strides Jungkook takes land him before you in a matter of five seconds, and you stumble with Taehyung when he pushes him off of you. He falls down and releases an obnoxious giggle, but Jungkook roughly pulls on your arm to keep your footing. You're shoved backwards as he crouches before his friend on the ground.

"How many fucking times do I have to say: back the fuck up, Taehyung," he seethes.

"We were just waiting for you," you meekly say in an effort to calm him down. He glances at you without much of a change in his scowl.

"Don't make excuses for him." His voice isn't soft in the slightest, but he speaks much more kindly with you than with Taehyung. Maybe because you didn't exactly do anything wrong. It warms your insides that he's aware in that sense; he's controlling his emotions.

Taehyung stands up and dusts off his dark jeans, his actions nonchalant. "Have you always been this possessive? You know, back in my time," he turns to you, "we would share our whores–"

"She's not a fucking whore, you moron," Jungkook spits. "I'm not in the mood to fight. Go find someone else to bother."

"But we're best friends," he pouts but Jungkook ignores him and turns around with his hand held out for you. You intertwine your fingers with his, grimacing at the encounter as he leads you forward. One step. Two steps. Three steps. "Wait! I have a question." You try to keep up with his unfaltering pace. Five steps. Six steps.

"Do you think of me when you fuck him?"

Seven steps. Pause. His abrupt stop makes you skip a step.

Your words come out rushed, "Jungkook, there is a security office nearby, please don't–"

"I'm not going to fucking kill him." But he's already walking back to him, dragging you alongside with his hand in yours.

Some of the students watch the scene after Taehyung's very loud question, probably weirded out by the commotion. It's understandable, you're weirded out too. You will never understand how these two are friends, let alone best friends when they're so incompatible and thrive off of fighting each other.

This time, you're not going to intervene. After having this same argument so many times before, you realize that there is no stopping these two idiots. It's just their way of blowing off steam.

That is until Jungkook forcefully releases your hand, placing you face to face with Taehyung. He smiles down at you and Jungkook crosses his arms. "Answer his question and then we can leave."

A heavy sigh leaves your mouth, and you're trying very hard to not storm off and drag your boyfriend the same way he did with you. "No," you say, sounding very done with this ordeal.

"Is that the answer to my question or to–"

"That is the answer to your question," you deadpan at Taehyung.

"Just to like, make sure, you've never thought about it either?"

"Thought about what?"

"Me naked or, I don't know, me fucking you."

"I've never thought about it, no," you blush despite your irritation.

"The real question is," Jungkook cuts in, "have you?"

"Me?" Taehyung points at himself. "Yeah, for sure. Like every night–"

A few people in the crowd gasp and indistinct chatter erupts when Jungkook takes the first swing of the day, his fist giving Taehyung's cheek a violent kiss. You merely step back and sigh, not bothering to scold your boyfriend for not listening to your words earlier. A security guard soon comes—like you warned Jungkook about—to confront the both of them, and they act all friendly to avoid a night in a cell or something. You stay silent.

"It was an accident," Taehyung says with his hand over his rapidly bleeding nose. "I fell into him, and yeah. Sort of happened."

"Yeah, I apologized and everything," Jungkook agrees.

Then everything pans out fine, just your boyfriend pulling his best friend to the side to tell him, "If that wasn't one of your fucked up jokes earlier, I'm going to fucking kill you. I mean it."

"I can't even join a threesome?" he asks in disbelief.

"No, not in fantasy, not in real life, not even in your fucking dreams, dude."

"Okay, fair game, but are you coming to the frat house tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

"With enough drugs, I think I can convince you otherwise," Taehyung suggestively quirks a brow.

"If I black out, fucking fine."

He relishes in his victory just before casually stating, "Oh and yeah, no, it wasn't a joke."

I love me a good CEO au and this is it. Yasss. Thank you.

re: untitled [ pt. 1 ]

pairing | jjk x reader genre | ceo!jk, arranged marriage word count | 5.4k

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