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A Broken Flower Still Smells Just as Sweet

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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

A/N: This is my first try at a ff. I hope you enjoy it. WARNING it will have to do with drug addiction and drinking and some other rather hard to read issues. But there will be fluff in the later chapters. And I know it’ s not perfect but I tried lol.

Summary: Y/N, a beautiful yet bad girl, ended up where she never thought she would, in more ways than one. Ends up at two handsome boys hotel room and is faced with a serious question, the answer she gives could change her life.

You let your body move and bounce to the music as your inhabitants slowly left your body. You turn your head and slide your gaze to your best friend and partner in crime Nichole, who was grinding behind you, giving the crowd below you a good show. The Dj behind the large brown table littered with equipment and bottles of empty liquor shouted to the drunk crowd to "turn up" for this was the last song in his set. As the music died down, you turned to Nichole to kiss her, further exciting the whole club. The music cut, and you giggled with Nichole at how easy it was to get almost everyone going with just a simple kiss. As you being to descend the stage you felt a hand slowly snake around your arm, you furrowed your brows as you turned and came face to with the piercing blue eyes that at one point in time made your heart flutter. However, all they did now was leave you with a bitter taste of betrayal. Jerking your arm back, you quickly averted your eyes, trying to ignore the existence of your former boyfriend, James. "Baby, don't be like that," his silky voice whispered into your ear as he presided to wrap his muscular arms around your waist. Rolling your eyes, you chirped back at him. "First, I'm not your baby, Second I need a drink, so I'm going to need you to let go right now." Struggling for a moment to get out of his firm grip, you felt him slowly release his hold on you. Smiling to yourself that you had just evaded a possible fight, James leaned down and whispered, "I'll get it for you... Fireball, okay with you?" Sighing slightly to yourself, nodding your head, knowing it would be easier to indulge him for a minute rather than create a scene in front of everyone. Walking side by side with your obviously fucked up ex to the bar, he leaned over to chat with the bartender quietly. Thinking nothing of it, you turned on your heels to lean your tired body against the wall directly by the bar. You waited for James to deliver your drink; within minutes, he proudly held the drink out for you to take. Quickly grabbing the rather full shot glass from his hand, you downed it within seconds, feeling the warm liquid coat your mouth and burning your throat simultaneously.  Smiling to yourself knowing you'd soon be on your way home in a taxi with Nichole. "so Y/n how did it taste?" James smugly asked as he leaned into you. Clearing your throat, you gently placed your hands on his hard chest, pushing him back slightly.  "It wasn't as bad as other things I've tasted." You scoffed, smirking at him as he furrowed his brows at you. He continued to try and chat you up for a little while longer until he noticed you begin to space out on him. "Hmm, it's working faster than I thought it would," he thought before putting his arm around your waist to stabilize you before asking, "Y/n, can you please let me help you to the dressing room? it seems you've had too much to drink." Starting to feel the room spin around you, you slowly nodded your head before leaning on him to balance yourself. Both of you reached the dressing room in no time at all. It was dark, and all the other Gogo dances were still out having a good time leaving you completely alone with James. Thinking to yourself that something just wasn't adding up as you knew you weren't usually such a lightweight, granted you had indulged yourself before taking the stage earlier as per usual, you still knew that you could handle a lot more than that as this was almost a nightly thing for you since your parents had passed away little over a year ago.  James slowly led you to the old green sofa that the owner had placed in the dressing room for his beloved Gogo girls, before you suddenly felt James push you down onto your back while quickly maneuvering his body on top of your small frame. "No... get off..." you stammered, feeling his weight almost crush you and leaning down, so his face was mere inches away from yours. You could smell the whiskey on his breath as he said something that shook you to your very core... "You took that shot so fast you didn't even notice the G in it... How careless you've become Y/n."  With his words swirling through your mind, you couldn't help but feel as if this was all your fault. Knowing you only had a few more minutes of consumers left, you screamed as loud as your lungs would allow for help, but you knew the music in the club would be too loud for anyone to hear your cries. He traced his hands down your cold sweaty body to your small black shorts that looked more like underwear than shorts, before proceeding to rip them off you in one steady movement. You slowly started to disassociate as your body became limp, almost lifeless. The next thing you heard was his zipper sliding down; you closed your eyes, letting the darkness envelope you. But before you were completely gone, you heard something, a big banging sound, and that's the last thing you heard before you fell into a deep sleep. James swung his head around as he glared at the once locked door now wide open. Two figures were quickly running up to both of you. Before he knew what was happening, he was being thrown off you onto his back in the floor as the shorter of the two grabbed his shoulder and proceeded to give him one good punch to the side of his clenched jaw. "You think it's okay to force yourself on a helpless girl?!" the man barked at James, before turning to his friend and telling him to get you out of here while he takes care of James. The taller of the two nodes back as he swiftly picks your limp body off the sofa and runs out the door pausing only long enough to heed a warning to his friend. "Hey Jungkook, don't kill him, okay." Before he rushes out of the club with you clutched close to his chest. The next thing you knew, sunlight poured onto your face, wincing at the sun's unforgiving light; you slowly opened your eyes. Looking around, you quickly realized the was NOT your small apartment bedroom, nor was it the dark dressing room you had previously been held in. Grabbing your head as it began to pound with flashbacks of your night, you quickly pushed the soft white blanket off. Opening your eyes wide, you also realized you were in someone's boxers. Panic and sorrow almost overwhelmed you, clutching your small heaving chest you tried to focus on calming your rapidly beating heart. Click. you whipped your head around to someone slowly opening the door to the bedroom, peeking around to check on you. Jumping to your feet, you quickly realized springing to your feet so quickly was, in fact, a mistake as you began to stumble. Before you knew it, the unknown person sprinted through the door to try and catch you before you face plant. Closing your eyes tight, you reaching for your throbbing head once again, you felt a large hand on your shoulders as an oddly familiar voice spoke so sweetly it almost made you drop your guard completely. "Hey, careful girly. You had one hell of a time last night. I'm sure your still weak. I'm glad you're awake, but maybe you should sit back down for a moment." He helped you back to the bed, and you opened your weary eyes once more to be greeted by the last face you ever thought you'd see. Your jaw almost dropping to the floor, he chuckled lightly at your reaction before speaking again. "Are you okay? would you like some water?" Unable to think, let alone speak, you slowly nodded your head before watching him smile back and head out the door to fetch you some much-needed water. Unable to believe your own eyes, you assumed James had killed you, and you had gone to heaven, where a beautiful Namjoon was fetching you some water. Pinching yourself, you quickly concluded this was real life, and you were, in fact, still alive. You stat there puzzled for a minute before Namjoon sauntered back in with a cold glass of water. Smiling the sweetest smile you'd possibly ever seen while handing you the water ever so carefully. You managed to give a shy smile in return as you lifted the glass to your lips and began to sip the cold water, leaving you refreshed but still rather confused as to why the Namjoon was smiling down at you.  "So thank you so much for the water, but uhm.. how did I get here. and where is here exactly?" you softly spoke while glancing around the lavish room. "Well, this is Jungkook’s hotel room, and we brought you back here last night.." he spoke slowly so you could fallow as he explained they had been walking past the door to leave before hearing your cry for help. "So, after we got you out of the club, we didn't know what else to do other than bring you back with us," he finished. Shock was written all over your face, and you lowered your head in embarrassment. "Thank you so very much for all your help... I'm sorry I was a bother to you guys, if I could get my shorts I'll be out of your hair." Looking up, waiting for a response, you were almost floored when Namjoon brought his hand up to pat your head softly. "You were not a bother, I mean your not a bother... We are more than happy to help. That guy last night tore your shorts, so Jungkook said you can have those until we can get you something more suitable. If you can wait here awhile longer, the doctor will be back soon to inform us of your condition. And we can proceed from there." Your eyes grew as large as saucers as you repeated, "Do...Doctor....??" "Yes, of course, you were in pretty bad shape; we wanted to make sure you were okay before we sent you on your way." Namjoon chirped at you, quite pleased with himself. Before you could spring to your feet, the door slung wide open as a very angry looking Jungkook stormed in trying to yank Namjoon back out with him. "Hey, hey, hey, slow down, Kook. What's up, why so sour?" Joon teased as Jungkook continued to try to pull him out of the room. Namjoon stood his ground, looking at Jungkook with a questioning look on his bright face. Jungkook’s frown hardened as he glimpsed you out of the corner of his eye. "The doctor called. We need to speak in private. " He spat the words out of his beautiful mouth. Namjoon spoke almost instantly "if it pertains to uuhh... I'm sorry, what is your name?" he turned his head to ask while Jungkook kept a firm grip on his arm. Hanging your head low, you replied, "Y/n..." "Oh, what a beautiful name." he praised before he continued his thought. "As I was saying, if it pertains to Y/n, shouldn't she be included in this conversation." Unbenounced to Namjoon you wanted no part in this little conversation because you already knew what he was about to say.  "Fine have it your way Joon, we will do this right in front of her then. Well, the doctor did find GHB in her system... He also informed me she had high levels of quite a few other drugs in her system from days before. He also informed me that this is a telltale sign of a Junkie." Jungkook glared into your soul as his word junkie made you wince and hurt at the true but unforgiving word. You knew full well how you found yourself in the sin-filled life, you knew that if your mom hadn't died a month after finding out that she had lung cancer, and your father hadn't followed suit and passed away from a heart attack only a year later that this probably wouldn't be your reality right now. That if you hadn't felt as though when they left you, they had taken you along with them to the grave that you'd still be a normal 21-year-old. Silently watching Namjoon’s face distort into an unreadable expression, you began to try and run out of the hotel bedroom. Namjoon grabbed your arm as you tried to fly past him, you quickly looked at him pleading with your eyes for him to release you so you could crawl under a rock. "So Y/n.. is it true, do you regularly consume drugs?" He asked quietly, "Of course she does! The doctor has no reason to lie to us and look at how her hands are shaking. I'm sure she is having withdrawals as we speak!" Jungkook spat looking you up and down as if you were a bug he needed to squash. Focusing your eyes on Namjoon, you slowly shook your head as to say, "yes, it's true" without having to actually speak for fear, your voice might give away the fact tears were minutes away from falling down your soft red cheeks.  "I see, well, Y/n is this the life you want?" Namjoon’s question made you tense every muscle in your small sunken in body. Such a simple question but, no one had ever asked you that before, maybe because everyone you hung out with now did the same things as you, if not worse. Opening your mouth, you managed to stutter "Uh...no.. actually I...I'm tired of this life I've been tired  of this life for a while." Knowing the double meaning of your own words, you let your gaze drift away from Namjoon. "Okay, we can work with that. Y/n... would you like us to help you?" ...

To be continued...….

A Broken Flower Still Smells Just as Sweet   chapter. two

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy chapter two, I've done my best, and I hope to get better. If there is anything you would like to see in the story, feel free to tell me, as I would love some feedback. <3

Summary: Chapter two brings us to a more adjusted Y/n, getting through the worst week of sobriety is the hardest part right. Luckily with every day of sobriety, she has under her belt a reluctant Jungkook lowers his guard down a little more. 

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"Y/n... Would you like us to help you?" Namjoon's question hung in the air before you finally had the guts to speak.

"No one has ever asked me that before. No one has ever offered to help me.." Your voice trails off as the two stare at you, Namjoon, with a caring yet rather serious look and Jungkook as if your entire existence was a stain on the world.

"Given the choice, I suppose... That yes, yes, I would love some help. I want to wake up and not be ruled by a desire I feel as if I can't control. But I've already been so much trouble, and honestly, it will be hard, and it doesn't look like Jungkook wants me here." Lowering your head, you wait for someone, anyone to relieve the awkward silence that has drifted over all of you. Peaking up, you saw Joon elbow Jungkook in the side before granting your wish and speaking.

"Listen, Y/n, if you are willing to do the work, we are going to help you. No one should live like that, and Jungkook will come around, isn't that right Kook?" Namjoon tilted his head to Jungkook and raised his eyebrows expectedly. 

Jungkook opened his mouth and began to speak in a dull tone. "Well, it looks like I don't have much of a choice here. If she is going to get clean and work hard at it, then I guess I can be okay with it." Moving his hand up to the back of his head and scratching softly at his silky hair, he looked you over from top to bottom but this time with a little less disdain in his eyes.  You pass your gaze between the beautiful men standing before you offering you a literal lifeline, for you knew if you kept this way of life up much longer, you would soon perish.

"Yes. If you're serious about this, then I will work hard and do everything I can to quit." Your voice rang through the air, and you felt your heart skip a beat at your own words before thoughts of self-doubt filled your mind. Am I strong enough to do this?  Do I really want to stop?  What if I drag them down with me and make their lives worse just because they are good people and want to help.. As these thoughts envelop you, you suddenly feel Namjoon move to your side and wrap his arm around your shoulders. He smiles that same sweet smile at you while leading you to the bathroom door.

"First things first you need to get cleaned up, why don't you take a shower and I can go pick you some clothes to change into, How does that sound?" You smile up at Namjoon as his words make you feel a little better. Heading into the bathroom and closing the door, you try and make sense of this otherwise senseless day. As you glance around the bathroom, you start to take your disheveled clothes off, turning the water on as hot as it will go before slowly stepping in. The hot water feels excellent, but an itching feeling quickly starts to nag at you. Closing your eyes, you push the want for coke and molly down as far as you can; sadly enough as much as your mind wants to fight it, your body has other plans. Your hands start to shake hard, your vision gets slightly blurry, and you feel as though you're about to throw up right then and there. It's only been a few hours, but your body is so used to the substances coursing through your veins that it threatens to fall apart without them. 

"Hey, you okay in there?" Jungkook questions before placing his hand on the doorknob and slowly cracking the door to hear your reply better. You grip at your chest and beg your heart to calm down but before you can answer; you feel your legs start to wobble, and before you know it, you're on the floor of the shower wishing you could die already. This isn't the first time you've tried to stop, and you knew full well the horrors of withdrawal, and this was just the beginning.

Hearing you fall, Jungkook automatically swung the door open and rushed to your side. He furrowed his brows seeing your sad state and quickly helped you up, gripping a towel before throwing it around your boney body he helped you back into the bedroom towards the bed. He quickly realized how hard your small body was shaking, fear enveloped his face rapidly, sparing no time he maneuvered you onto the bed. Frantically he searched for one of his oversized shirts for you. Once he found it, he lifted your arms, making sure not to move the towel which covered your wet body. He gently covered you with his white shirt before pulling the towel from under it.

Shivering, head pounding, heart racing, you almost knew you weren't strong enough to overcome this until you felt Jungkook’s warm handgrip your bear leg.  Looking into his eyes, you saw fear and concern, something you never thought you'd seen since he had been so obviously put out by your presence. Right as you were about to tell him you were okay, he piped up.

"Y/n, you shouldn't overdo it. If you need help or something, you have to tell me. I can't have you passing out on me. I know this is hard on you, and I know you are probably still in shock, but I told you id help you... You have to let me Y/n." He squeezed your leg gently as he looked into your eyes. You couldn't quite read his expression, but you knew he meant what he said. Smiling up at him, you decided to try and sleep a little in hopes that when you awoke, you'd miraculously be better, freed from the gilded cage that was your addiction.

Jungkook stayed there for a while, just watching you sleep before retreating to the common area of his hotel room to wait for Namjoon to return. When Namjoon sauntered through the door, he spotted Jungkook lying on the tan sofa, watching Intervention on TV right above the stone fireplace. His eyes so glued to the changing pictures he didn't even notice that Joon had walked in.

"Hey Kook, how is Y/n?" Namjoon’s question made Jungkook jump as he reached for the small black remote, quickly shutting the TV off.  Embarrassed, he looked up to his friend, glaring at him ever so slightly. 

"She is okay, I guess... She fell in the shower, so I helped her back to bed she is asleep now though and seems to be doing fine." His cheeks were growing a red hue as he finished his thought. Namjoon’s face light up as he chuckled at the embarrassed Kookie. Casually walking over and placing the bag of clothes onto the coffee table in front of the sofa, he plopped down beside Jungkook. "Well, I'm sorry I wasn't here to help, but I had a hell of a time finding something that might fit her. Since she is so small, I opted for the kids' section in hopes that it wouldn't swallow her." Namjoon softly said, looking back at Kook, who just nodded in return, a firm frown plastered his face.

"Namjoon, why are we doing this? You know how I feel about people like her..." he trailed off, seeming to be in deep thought. Namjoon just laid his hand on Jungkook's arm as he thought very carefully on how to approach this situation.

"Because if we don't, no one will... And that beautiful broken little flower in there will die. I know that since your cousin was killed in a car crash by someone under the influence of drugs, that you've held a grudge against all addicts. But the truth is Kook, and they are people just like us who have just made some bad choices. They hurt and feel just like you and I. Don't you think she deserves a chance to turn her life around?" Namjoon's words rang through Jungkook's ears as he slumped down even further on the sofa. Kookie knew that Namjoon was right, he knew that if Y/n kept this up, her life would be snuffed out like a candle in the wind. He decided then and there he would give Y/n a chance... He would see past What you were to try and get to Who you are.

The next few days were hell on earth for you. Cold sweats, fevers and several failed attempts at running away only left you feeling like more of a failure than ever. But you knew you had to see this through you had to beat this while you had help because if they gave up on you for not trying, you'd never escape the cruel fate that awaited you. That's why today, you put on a brave face and marched your happy ass into the common room — spotting Namjoon and Jungkook lying on the sofa chattering away.  Smiling to yourself, you pranced over to the sofa and plopped your tiny body between them. 

"Hello, boys! It looks like I'm strong enough to walk around now. And honestly, I'm feeling a little hungry..." Giving them both a big smile you watched as both their faces lit up. They had tried so many times to try and get you to eat, but to no avail, now finally, on day seven, you were actually ready. Namjoon sprang to his feet, wasting no time grabbing the phone on the counter and dialing room service. You heard him order what you assumed to be the whole freaking menu.  Relaxing onto the sofa, you felt Kook's eyes burrowing into you.  Cocking your head to the side, you smiled sweetly at him. His eyes grew wide as this was one of the first real smiles you had ever given him, and he couldn't help from thinking how absolutely beautiful it looked on your pail face. Jungkook smiled back before placing his hand atop yours.

"I'm glad you're feeling better today Y/n, I was afraid you'd be stuck in that bed forever." Jungkook joked Finally giving you a bunny smile that had ran through your dreams for years. You blushed and giggled before asking him where the rest of his member had been and why it was just him and Namjoon staying here. You both laughed together as he explained that they weren't always together and that they were taking a short break before they had to go on a new tour. A knocking on the door stopped your random babbling and laughing. After taking the food and giving a sizable tip for dragging such a large amount of food up, Namjoon returned to the common room and placed it on the coffee table right in front of you.

"Eat up Y/n" He laughed as he walked toward the kitchen to fetch you a fork. Your eyes grew wide as you look at the mound of food in front of you. He expects me to eat all this?? there's no way!  Jungkook's laugh brought you back from your thought as he reached down and handed you a plate of bacon and eggs. 

"We don't expect you to eat it all, but try and make a sizable dent," Jungkook said, pushing some of your loose hair behind your ear ever so gently. Your face burned at his seemingly innocent gesture. Yet again, Jungkook found himself loving the way you looked smiling and blushing down at the plate resting on your legs. Namjoon, watching from the kitchen, he smiled to himself secretly before trotting over and handing you the fork before giving another to Jungkook.

"I'm going to go out for a bit, Jungkook, eat with Y/n, and keep her company for a few hours, would you?" Namjoon said coyly grabbing his keys and walking out the door before Jungkook could even think to object. You and Jungkook laughed and shared your first meal together before turning on the TV.  While flipping through the channels, you both finally decided on a horror movie, Dawn of the Dead. Pulling the fleece blanket from the back of the sofa onto your exposed legs that the shorts Namjoon purchased for you didn't cover, you leaned back to enjoy the movie. Right when the film hit its peeks, and a zombie almost ate a dog, you jumped and clung to Jungkook. Being shocked by your action and not as much at the movie, he tensed his entire body before looking down at your half-covered face, scared eyes and arms clinging to him, he slowly relaxed and smiled softly. You both remained like this for the rest of the movie. You were hating every jump scare moment, as Jungkook relishing in the way it felt to have you hold onto him. When the film finally ended, and you quickly realized how tightly you had been holding onto Jungkook, your eyes widened as you looked up at the sweetly smiling man in front of you. 

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to cling onto you like that." You blurted while moving yourself quickly. Jungkook just smiled at you before saying, "don't worry about it... It was kind of nice."   It was kind of nice!! It was kind of nice!! Did The Jeon Jungkook just tell me it was kind of nice when I held onto him?!??!? As your thoughts scrambled your brain, Jungkook began to chuckle, at that moment you knew your shock was written all over your face. Clearing your throat, you decided to act like he was any other regular guy you had had a crush on in the past and not the international superstar that he was. "Well, if you didn't mind it, then neither did I." You said, giving him a cheeky smile in return. Feeling your heart rate skyrocket, you leaned yourself back down beside him and held onto him once again, while asking what you guys should watch next. 

Jungkook slid his arm around your back as he pulled you closer. "Whatever you want to watch is fine by me." he chirped. Nuzzling into his side, you took a deep breath smelling the scent of his cologne before telling him whatever he chose as long as it wasn't scary was fine by you. While he looked for another movie, you couldn't stop the overflow of dirty thought that crowded your mind.

 Ever so gently, you looked up at his beautiful face seeing freckles and other things about him you had never really noticed before.  Butterflies began in your stomach as you keep your eyes glued to him as if, you were to looked away, he would disappear. Noticing your intense gaze, Jungkook looked back at you, keeping his eyes locked with yours until he slowly began to lean down... A lot of thought rolled through your mind like how things had come a long way in just seven days, how he used to look at you as if you disguised him. But now he smiles at you makes you laugh and your heart flutter, he takes care of you and wants to see you do better. Closing your eyes, you wait as he closes the gap between you both. Slowly but surely, his lips grace yours while your heart set ablaze. 

The kiss is gently yet hungry as you both begin to move your hands along each other's bodies. Searching, pinning, wanting to know what every inch feels like, just as things started to get more intense, Jungkook pulled away — leaving you spinning from the incredible kiss but confused as to why it was so short-lived. Lowering his head, he looked ashamed; he slowly began to explain. "Listen, Y/n; I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that. You're still recovering, and you need to focus on that, and Only that..."  You could feel your heart drop to your feet as you sat there, just looking at his sad face. You know he means well, but it doesn't change the fact that it still hurt a little. Only then your phone went off, leaning over and away from Jungkook; you picked the black phone up off the table, seeing it was Nichole. Damn, this bitch waits Seven whole days to call me back?!? Some best friend she is. You huff to yourself before answering it and chatting with her for a few minutes. 

Nichole told you that she had been on a bender with her boyfriend Chad and hadn't been back to the apartment until today. You excused her reckless behavior as you always did and explained you'd be home within the next few days. Your heart sank, thinking about returning, but you knew you couldn't stay here with Joon and Kook forever. Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook became slightly uncomfortable thinking about you going back and leaving his side. He had also become happy having you here and getting to know you day by day, he missed sleeping in an actual bed but no enough to want you to leave. All these feelings and thoughts unnerved him; he began squirming around on the sofa before getting up and grabbing his keys. Jungkook needed a drink and to sit alone and figure out just what he wanted and what would be best for you. Motioning to you that he would be leaving and going on a walk, he headed out the door upon seeing you nod your head in understanding of his little miming trick. 

Namjoon got back before Jungkook; he seemed somewhat disappointed after walking in and seeing you alone on the sofa. You guys chatted for a while, but it was getting late, and there was still no sign of Jungkook, reluctantly you dragged yourself to the bedroom after saying goodbye to Namjoon for the night. Looking over the clothes you had left, you spotted a simple spaghetti strap black crop top and some pink boy short underwear. Throwing them on, you rolled into bed and pulled the covers over your head, worrying that Kookie wouldn't come back at all because of the kiss from earlier. Right when you were about to go into a tailspin of emotions, you heard the banging on the front door.

Rushing out of bed, you sprinted to the door and threw it open; a very drunk Jungkook stumbled in almost running right into you.  Relief quickly filled your body that he came back drunk or not; Then, you paused, realizing that Jungkook was, in fact, drunk yet another thing you never expected to see. Collecting your thoughts you sweetly led Kookie to the bedroom and helped him to bed, removing his shoes and his pants before reaching for his shirt, you found yourself a little too excited to be removing his shirt, and you quickly pushed that feeling aside and concentrated on the job at hand. As you tossed the cloths to the side, you started to move away to go and fetch him some to sleep in, but he suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled you onto the bed with him. He nuzzled his face into your hair and let out a deep sigh. 

"Y/n, do you like being here?" he questioned his breath warm on your head. 

"Yes, I do," you answered back slowly before moving to look up at him. Smiling at your answer, he pulled you into his chest, his glazed-over eyes looking right into yours. He gently kissed your nose, then he quickly opened his mouth then closed it again as if he were searching for just the right words before blurting out.

"Would you sleep with me tonight, Y/n?" 

Sleep with you??? What kind of sleep?? Wait, Wait, Wait... What does he mean by that... And why in this intimate moment am I suddenly so aware of just how good that liquor on his breath smells... Questions reeled in your head, but one thing was for sure, you were going to sleep with Jungkook no matter which way he meant it.

To be continued...

A Broken Flower Still Smells Just as Sweet    Chapter. Three

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

A/N: Warning drug use, Smut, and drama. Enjoy, and feel free to message me with any questions or suggestions. Thank you so much for reading. I hope you guys like it. 

Summary: Chapter three, a slip up leaves Y/n scared and clinging to a life with only herself to blame. Will Jungkook save her, or will he give up on the fragile Y/n? 

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Slowly you smiled up at Jungkook before replying, "Of course I'll sleep here with you."   Jungkook relaxed with your answer holding you close to his body. With a sigh of relief, he closed his tired eyes. His breath quickly reaching your small nose, making you salivate at the strong smell of liquor. Maybe if I kiss him, I can taste whatever he was drinking. Without any further thoughts, you quickly placed your lips against his. A shocked Jungkook finally started to kiss you back, parting his lips he began to ask for entrance into your welcome mouth. A lot of thoughts went through your mind as your tongue intertwined with each other. 

However, the thought that kept persisting was how good his mouth tasted and how nice it would be to have just one drink. As much as Jungkook was enjoying the kiss, he couldn't escape the tiredness quickly, grabbing ahold of his body and mind. Breaking your make out session, he clung to you tightly, tracing your arm that was now wrapped around his bare torso with his long fingers. Once you felt his breath become steady, and you were sure he was asleep, you crept out of his arms feeling a little guilty. Not enough to stop what you had your mindset on, however. 

As quietly as you possibly could, you snuck out of the bedroom into the kitchen. Frantically searching the mini bar, you found not one single drop to drink. Lowering your head in defeat, you made a rash decision. The hotel bar had to be still open... Throwing one of Jungkook's jackets around your frail body, you step out of the hotel room, you close the door sprinting toward the bar.

Upon reaching the bar, you ordered a double shot of Crown Royal. The smiling male bartender with brown curly locks slid the drink over to you before telling you it was on the house. A moment of hesitation left as quickly as it came while you lifted the glass to your mouth, letting the burning liquor hit your throat you felt your body relax. Before you knew it, you had ordered four more, drinking them down as soon as they were placed in front of you. In no time at all, you were drunk, the sweet feeling you missed so very much. But the nice feeling didn't last long...You began to think of the beautiful man sleeping upstairs, unaware of your recent wrongdoings. Emotions flooded you, realizing you couldn't go back tonight, or maybe even ever you checked your phone resting on the bar. 

Flipping through your contacts in your drunken state, you saw Alex's number, your good friend and drug dealer. He'd for sure come and get me you thought before hitting the call button. Within 30 minutes of your call, Alex pulled up in front of the hotel. Nodding at the doorman, you slid into the passenger seat of the 2002 Toyota corolla. Not many words were shared between you two as you sped off into the night. Not noticing at first in your drunken stupor that he had pulled the car over in a dark ally, averting your gaze to Alex as you finally realized you see him pulling a small baggie out of his dirty gray jacket before smiling at you. Holding the bag, he proceeded to open it while grabbing a spare key from the cup holder. Your eyes watched him intensely as he put a large amount of the pure white substance onto the key before placing it to his nose and inhaling deeply. 

Feeling your mouth water, you asked if you could have a bump out of pure habit. Alex handed you the bag and key telling you to take the rest if you wanted it. Before you could even think about being nervous and how doing this would ruin all you worked for, the key was up to your nose, and you were inhaling a hefty dose of cocaine. 

Mind racing from the stimulant, you were more alive than you had been all week. Alex smiled a crooked smile showing his stained yellow teeth to you and asked, "You wanna come to the club with me, Y/n? I was heading there when you called." Without hesitation, you said yes, and you guys were on your way.

Lights strobing, the air thick with lust, liquor, and smoke, happily, you made your way to the dance floor feeling at home in the grungy club. You swung your hips, moving your arms to the music while a few guys and girls danced around you. Taking a few more bumps and offering one to a cute blonde girl who wandered over to you, everything was as it should be until your heart started to pound at an incredible pace. Reaching for your chest, you stumbled to the bathroom, leaning down over a toilet you knew what was happening and you were powerless to stop it. Overdose!! overdose! overdose! overdose! the word played over and over in your head as you clung to the toilet seat begging your body to throw up the remaining alcohol. 

Meanwhile, a very tired and confused Jungkook finally realized you had disappeared. Calling Namjoon he made his way through the hotel, he finally asked the doorman if he had seen you. Once the doorman had explained that you had left little over an hour ago, Jungkook sprang into action hailing a cab; he told the taxi the name of the club he had first run into at praying you'd be there. Fear, confusion, and dread filled his entire being as they shot off in your direction. 

Finally, reaching the club, Jungkook shot out of the cab, rushing to find you. He questioned all the intoxicated people before finding the small blonde girl who told him after you gave her a bump, you had headed to the restroom. Thanking her quickly, he ran into the ladies' room and began to bang on each stall. 

"Y/n! Y/n?!?! Where are you??" He called, almost begging you to answer. Upon hearing his calls, you lift your head ever so slightly, calling back to Jungkook. Hearing your weak call, he rushed over to the stall you were laying in, opening the door he saw your frail body hunkered over the toilet which caused his heart to sink. The first thing that popped into his head was not to be angry at you as you suspected he would be. His heart was filled to the brim with sorrow, pain, and anguish as he looked at your sorry state. 

"I'm so sorry, Jungkook..." Your soft voice echoed throughout the stall, shaking his head; he just grabbed you into his arms. 

"Don't you say sorry to me. This kind of thing was expected Y/n. Almost every addict relapses at least once... I'm just so glad your alive, Y/n, I was so scared... I thought I might not find you... That you'd be gone forever." Jungkook cried out fear and pain evident in his shaky voice. 

You clung onto Jungkook as if your very life depended on it. Feeling shame and anger at yourself but most of all relief to be coddled in his firm, caring arms once more. Staying like that for what felt like a lifetime, you both rose to your feet, with Jungkook practically holding you up afraid to let go of you. Looking right into his honey-laced eyes, you muttered a few words that made Jungkook's eyes almost light up. "Please, Kookie, will you take me home." 

Nothing more needed to be said as he helped you out of the dark, damp club. When you finally reached the hotel, Jungkook put you to bed, called Namjoon, to let him know you were home safe and then crawled into bed, holding you tight all night long. 

The next morning came quick, and you found the sun rays forcefully pounding your face. You spotted a snoozing Jungkook clinging to your back; you couldn't help but smile to yourself at how sweet and understanding he had been. Seeing how much he truly cared ignited something in you a newfound want and need to be clean, not just for yourself but for Jungkook as well. Most of last night was a blur, but the way he held you was as bright as the north star on a clear night. 

Sliding out of Jungkook's arms, you went to the bathroom, turning the water on you disrobed and hopped into the shower.  Within a few minutes, a small knock was heard, following that a half-asleep Jungkook stumbles in heading toward the toilet. Feeling a little self-conscious, you hide behind your hands watching his lean figure walk right past the see through shower door, not even glancing at you. After he finished his business, he washed his hands while looking into the foggy mirror; he noticed your small frame in the shower behind him. Automatically he tensed and began to apologize. Laughing to yourself, you felt yourself relax now, not really minding if he saw or not. 

"Kookie, you don't need to say sorry...can you hand me a towel please?" Smiling so warmly at him, you could feel your cheeks start to burn as he grabbed the fluffy white towel from the counter. Before handing it to you, he couldn't help but look you over his eyes growing large as he did. Grabbing the towel from his hands, you wrapped it around your body, stepping out of the shower you and Jungkook were mere inches from one another. Both refusing to look away from the other. 

Without a second thought, you swung your arms around his shoulders, pressing your still wet body into his. Jungkook didn't hesitate to return the action, grabbing you firmly in his arms. Bravely looking into his eyes, you reached up, placing your hand on his warm cheek, pulling him down to you slightly before laying an intense kiss on his soft lips. His hands traveled your figure, leaving no area untouched. 

In the heat of the moment, you both made your way to the bed, Jungkook laying you down softly before sliding the damp towel off of you. A moment of shyness took over you as you watched him study your bare body, quickly covering your face with your hands and letting out a soft giggle. 

"Move your hands, Y/n I want to see your beautiful face as well." His words were life silk that covered your entire being.  Removing your hands, you saw a look of pure love in his sweet eyes. Removing his shirt and pants, he climbed onto you, pressing himself into you lightly, trailing soft kisses across your cheeks down your neck.  Feeling your heart threaten to beat right out of your chest, you ran your hands along his torso, committing every inch to memory. 

Making his way down to your hot womanhood, he placed the same feather-like kisses that made you almost jump out of your skin. Loving the way you were so sensitive to his touch, he couldn't stop from spreading your legs and delving slowly but deeply into you with his long finger as his tongue flicked gently on your clit. Sending pleasure throughout your whole body at his gentle yet powerful touch.  Soft moans escaped your mouth making Jungkook go faster, feeling yourself grow close and closer to your climax you held it in with every fiber of your being, begging yourself to hold out until you could feel every inch of his hard cock inside you.

Realizing you weren't going to let yourself release, Jungkook ceased his attack on your soaking pussy, removing his fingers as slowly as he could. He trailed kisses back up to your face pausing momentarily at your breasts, licking and kissing them. Once again, at your pink face, his lips pressed onto yours, begging for entrance into your mouth with his tongue that danced on your lower lip. Allowing him access, your tongue swirled around and around with his. Running your hand down his stomach between your bodies, you pulled at his boxers. Softly letting out a peaceful sigh into your mouth Jungkook broke the kiss to pull his boxers off, throwing them to the side. Placing his hard dick at your slippery entrance, he looked at you for your approval before sliding his tip into you. 

A small gasp escaped your lips as you felt him fill you, you became more needy the harder and faster he began to enter and exit you. Jungkook noticed how your body became putty in his hands' pleasure coursing through you both. He was already so close, but he wanted you to cum; first, he would not relent until he had you screaming his name in pure ecstasy. Your breathing became sharp as your chest heaved; every trust Jungkook did sent unrelenting pleasure through you until you couldn't contain it any longer. 

Throwing your head back, you screamed, "Jungkook, I'm gonna cum!" He smiled from ear to ear, "Let it go, baby, I'm here to guide you through it, cum all over my dick baby please" His words rang through your ears as you finally felt your climax hit you like a bag of bricks. Jungkook let you ride out your orgasm before pulling out and releasing on your lower stomach, panting and sweaty he laid his tired body next to yours then pulled you onto his chest. 

As you both laid there panting and giving each other love pecks, you heard a knock on the hotel door.  Assuming it was just Namjoon, You both threw some clothes and went to the door, ready to greet your friend. But upon opening the door, neither of you expected what was actually waiting on the other side. 

To be Continued....