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One For The Road [2]

Cecil Dennis x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• ko-fi •

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Summary: You haven't spoken to Cecil since what happened last week.

A/N: Another huge thank you to @thexsanctuaryx for beta reading again and putting up with my nonsense! <3

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, reader has been drinking - but not enough to affect them, mentions of weed, catching feelings and self denial of catching feelings, fingering, oral sex (afab!receiving), jerking off, cumming on someone, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 2186

I Saw This Coming From The Start

It had been a week. A full week since you’d seen him. Since you’d practically run out of the front door when Harry had come in, making up some excuse to leave that you can’t even remember now.

He’d messaged the next day. Gentle, and kind. Apologising without explicitly saying what he was apologising for. Which had made you feel bad because it wasn’t like he had tried something with you and gotten pissy when you’d rejected him. 

No, you’d wanted it, still want it. And that was the problem really. 

You hadn’t messaged back, trying to push it all to the back of your mind and further still. Tonight you’d gone out on a shit date. So boring and dull that you’d made a hasty exit and drowned your sorrows in a local bar. 

It wasn’t like you were flat out drunk, just a little buzzed. Two drinks more than you normally would in that short timeframe. And all you could do was think about stupid Cecil and his stupid curls and stupidly thick fingers. 

You’d sent him a message before you could think twice. 

Are you busy?

He’d messaged back almost instantly. No. You okay?

Where are you?

Home.

Alone?

You’d been in the Uber before he even replied yes. 

The smile he’d given you when he’d opened the front door to your knock had almost broken your heart. 

“Hey!” He’d hugged you with one arm, purposefully not getting too close as he ushered you into the living room. “I’m so glad you texted.” He smelt very obviously of weed. “I was getting worried, I mean,” he pulls a face. “Not worried. You’re an adult, you can do what you want, of course you can, I mean,” he rubs the back of his head, “I mean, I mean, I upset you didn’t I? I was a jerk, I’m so sorry, I-”

You turn quickly and kiss him, pressing your lips to his demandingly.

He groans, his eyes fluttering closed as you lick into his mouth. He tastes the alcohol on your tongue. “Wait,” he swallows, moving back a step. “You’re drunk.”

“No.” 

He gives you those soft eyes that can absolutely destroy your resolve in less than ten seconds, the UN should class that look as a war crime. 

“I just had a few drinks.” You glare at him. 

He lightly brushes your arm and you shrug him away, frowning. 

The soft look he gives you stings. 

“Don’t look at me like that.” You snarl. 

“Like what?” 

“All puppy dog eyes and shit, it’s not fair.” 

He pauses, “Puppy dog eyes?”

“Yeah,” you motion to him, “you know the look, makes you all sweet and soft and cute, and makes it really fucking hard to not do what you want.”

He smiles ever so slightly. “You think it’s cute?” 

“I think you’re cute.” You say grumpily. 

His smile widens. “I think you’re cute too.” He steps closer, running his hands on your biceps.

“So kiss me.”

“Why don’t you sit down and I’ll get you a glass of water, okay? A clean glass?” He gives you a jokey smile, trying to make you laugh.

You do your best to resist and shrug. “I don’t want a glass of water, I’m…” 

“You’re?”

You sigh deeply, fighting down your embarrassment as you half mumble. “Can we… can we do what we did… last time?”

He watches you softly, giving you time to make it clear what you really want.

You sigh again, practically a groan. And when you speak you purposefully look at the wall and not his stupidly handsome face. “Can we watch some porn and mess around?”

He smiles and nods. “You sure?” 

You give him a look. 

“Okay,” he giggles, “if you’re sure.” 

.

He brings you a glass of water in the promised clean glass anyway, and a packet of cookies. He places them in your hands before dragging over the small coffee table and putting it to your side of the sofa, then taking the packet and glass and putting them on there for you. 

Cecil grins when he’s finished, beaming like he’s worked out a partially difficult mental puzzle. You don’t want to find it as endearing as you do. 

He sits down next to you, grabbing his phone. “Anything you wanna watch?” 

You shrug, not quite expecting this direction. “Um, what would you recommend?” You want to smack yourself in the face, who the fuck asks someone what porn they would recommend? Like this was some fancy restaurant with a waiter giving you the wine list. ‘Oh yes, with the water and cookies, I’d recommend a nice fuck with a cum shot.’

“Well,” he shifts in his seat excitedly, “Actually, I watched some of this the other day, I thought it was good.”

Okay, maybe this was the place you came to to get porno recommendations.

“It’s a glory hole video, is that okay?”  He looks up at you sweetly, the earnestness in his eyes is bewitching.

You nod and swallow and his grin widens.

“Awesome.” He clicks the video, casting it to the TV. “Harry’s gonna be out until really late, so don’t worry about interruptions this time.”

You wiggle a little and nod again. This was a bad idea actually, wasn’t it? Now that you were thinking about it, it was a really bad idea. A really, really, really, really bad idea. You could forgive last week, that had been… that was an accident. This was… intentional. Fool me once, and all that. This was you going out of your way to-

“You’re wearing jeans, can I…?” He gave you those stupidly large puppy eyes, you could feel the yearning rolling off him in waves.

You nod, undoing your buttons and fly as he scrambles off the sofa onto his knees. He loops his fingers under your waistband and tugs when you raise your hips. 

He pulls your jeans down eagerly to your thighs, then grabs your panties, yanking them down as well and pulling both off your legs, leaving you completely bare from the waist down. 

You swallow, heat rising to your face. You hadn’t expected him to take everything off straight away. 

On the television a naked woman deepthroats a large cock that is pressing through a taped hole in a bathroom wall. She’s whining and slurping, her free hand between her legs. 

“Oh fuck,” Cecil breathes deeply, lightly pressing on your knees to spread your legs. “I was so right,” he bites his lip, groaning. “Such a pretty pussy, oh god.” He squeezes his cock through his sweats and gulps, closing his eyes for a second. “Prettiest I’ve ever seen, fuck.”

You swallow, holding your breath as he inches closer on his knees. 

He brushes the edge of his calloused thumb against your clit, seeming mesmerised as your muscles jump and twitch under his touch. 

“God, yeah.” He groans under his breath and presses firmer, lightly tracing the outline of the bundles of nerves before he rubs up and down and side to side.

You let out a little moan, your fingers digging into the cushions beside you.

Cecil lets out a long whine, “Oh, you’re so wet, I can see it.” He looks up at you from under his long eyelashes for a second before going back to your dripping cunt. “Looks amazing.”

He rubs his thumb constantly, oohing and ahhing softly at every minuscule movement.

Your breathing hitches, heat running along your skin and tightening in your belly. 

Ever so slowly he runs the fingers of his other hand up your leg and presses them to your aching slit, rubbing your lips and smearing your wetness all over your pussy. He groans when you twitch and moan softly, his eyes darkening rapidly second by second.

“Mmmmm,” he hums loudly, inching his fingers forward as his thumb rubs you, pushing them in a few centimetres before pulling them out and whining at the slick coating his skin. He pushes in deeper, firmly sheathing them all the way in one long move and curling them until your thighs jump and you gasp.

“Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes,” he groans, watching intently and then, “fuck, sorry, I gotta,” he darts forward, removing his thumb from your clit and kissing your folds.

You moan, back arching from the sofa, your hand flying to the back of his head to pull him closer and he whimpers, sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth.

“Cecil,” your whine harmonises with his as pleasure curls and spreads with every heavy pump and plunge of his fingers, with every caress of his tongue and lips. “Shit, that’s,” your words leave you breathlessly, your voice sounding completely wrecked already. “That’s really good, fuck, please,” you buck against his mouth, grinding up to his fingers as he works you over eagerly, rapidly bringing you closer and closer to your peak. 

Pleasure sings along every nerve, making your thighs shake and your eyes roll back as he groans and licks and sucks like you’re his only source of oxygen. 

You dig your fingers into his hair, scraping your nails lightly across his scalp, making him shiver and moan louder. 

Your mind is turning into mush, dissolving into nothing as your body races after your orgasm, demanding more and more and more from his sinful mouth. 

Part of you can’t work out how he got so good at this, how many pussys has he buried his face in? How could his ex dump him when he was this good? Fuck, even if you were tired of his shit you could just tie him to the bed and sit on his face for a few hours each day and that would more than make up for it. 

Cecil’s cock throbs, each moan that leaves your lips making him harder, needier. He can feel his precum soaking into his boxers as your slick drenches his chin. 

He shudders, so close to coming in his pants again and not giving one flying fuck.

“Cec,” Your grip on the back of his head tightens, your thighs shaking and tensing, your body rising up and against him. You’re so close, hanging right on the edge with his tongue flicking kitten licks in time with how his fingers rub against your walls, playing you perfectly to his will.

He hums against you, swirling his tongue and you scream, clenching around him as you come so hard. It washes over you, piercing your limbs and shocking every muscle with bliss. You shake, grinding against his mouth as he groans greedily. 

He pulls his fingers from your fluttering pussy, grabbing hold of the back of your thighs and just buries his face in your cunt. He laps and sinks his tongue deep inside, pressing the bridge of his nose against your clit and shaking his head from side to side ever so slightly as he drinks down every single drop of your release. Needing everything. 

He loosens his grip on you when you start to relax, your muscles untensing. He lets go, struggling with his waistband and pulling his sweatpants and boxers down just enough so that his thick cock springs free with a dull thud. He wipes his mouth and chin with the palm of his right hand before he grabs hold of his dick, using your cum as lubricant as he rapidly jerks himself off, his eyes rolling back.

His cock is so pretty, thick and long and ruddy red at the leaking, needy tip.

“Cecil,” you whine and his eyes snap open instantly, his hips jerking as he nears his peak. You bite your lip, fuck he looks so beautiful, sweaty and wanting and desperate. “Come on me.” You whisper. 

He groans, “On you?”

You spread your legs wider, pulling your legs up to your chest and holding them there. “Come on my pussy.” 

He sobs, standing so quickly he almost falls and has to grab hold of the back of the sofa with his free hand to stop himself from falling. He jerks once, twice, moaning so loudly as his hips move on autopilot and pleasure runs down his spine and explodes. He comes with a cry, shooting his load all over your pussy and the back of your thighs. 

He keeps coming, unable to stop as he spurts and splatters, painting your skin with his seed. 

He gasps, slumping forward for a second and breathing hard, “fuuuuuuucccck.” He whines, shivering with the aftershocks. 

You watch him with large eyes, mesmerised with how his lips are parted, how flushed his skin looks. Like some ancient painting of a god. 

Suddenly he drops to his knees again, pressing his palms to your legs to keep you folded over. 

“Cecil-” You yelp in surprise, about to ask what he’s doing when he shoves his tongue back into your core, slurping up the mess he made between your legs and sucking once more on your clit until you moan.

“Just cleaning up.” He mumbles, his voice thick with lust before he dives back in. 

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OMG THAT LAST PART

Okay this is really specific but I've had a story in the back of my head and it's one of those with the heros become villains and the villains become Heros type vibes

And that last bit about power consuming them is what I've needed to make the heros corruption click

Aaaahhh I haven't touched that story in Ages, I do remember having quite a bit written for it tho

Thank you for making my day!

I don't see the appeal of villain whumpees

They're like, little girls and guys who are waaay to cocky about their positions and don't expect it when they are put in their place. They are all high and mighty, misterious, cruel foils to their hero counterparts, and then a higher, mightier entity steps in and crushes them, leaving them helpless.

I mean, it's kinda nice when they are all expecting of their inevitable being hurt. Hopeless little pals who are maybe a little too careful with their every step or else they know they are going to be hurt oh so badly if they screw up, just while doing their evil schemes.

I guess it's also a bit nice when they are at the lowest point, and the so noble heroes save them after they were screwed up, but their proud asses can't handle it. When the suffering doesn't humble them, when they only get crueler because of it, leaving the heroes wondering if they shouldn't have let them to rot in whatever shit they were deep into.

Like, maybe I could enjoy a story where the villain is a morally grey character who would like, never do something good no matter what. It's no good for them. They would never. But then they care for someone, and give their things up for this person--or maybe it's a thing--and now they can't--

Oh, oh, or maybe they were so hungry for power and they didn't care about anything they had to do to get it, but now it consumes them, and they are slaves of a more powerful entity, trapped in a prision of their own making...

...ok, I get it now

in the name of the sweet baby jesus THIS ADDED +5 YEARS IN MY LIFE AISKJAKSJAKS THIS IS ME RN READING THIS COMMENT

I'm so sorryyyyy, JK is indeed a great son of a BIATCH HERE ajdkhsjs and Y/n is so in loveeee it's hard for her to see it BUT CAN WE BLAME HER??

things you happen ~ that's all I can say lmao DONT HATE ME AND PLEASE PROTECT JIN.

but seriously thank you for taking the time to read this new chapter and for letting me know what you think of it 💜💜💜 you LITERALLY made my day with this one 🥰 stay healthy, luvs !!

just say goodnight n go | chapter 04

pairing ↠ jin x reader, fuckboy!jungkook x reader

genre ↠ college au | love triangle | strangers to lovers | slow burn | fluff, angst, smut | multi-chapter

word count ↠ 9k

18+ | warnings ↠ character grieving, jealousy, swearing, oral sex (f receiving), mentions of a slightly toxic relationship, cheating.

summary ↠ when your mother passes away, you go back to your college student life, only to find out the guy you liked (and were friends with benefits with) had a girlfriend now. trying to get over him and your mother’s passing, seokjin, the friend of a friend wants you to give him a chance. will you find your way back to yourself?

A/N  ↠ I just wanna say that I'm sorry for taking aaaaages to write, but life's been a little complicated these past few weeks. And also I'm a perfectionist, so I reread what I write 100 times so I can try to make it as good as I can lol but as Namjoon says, it'll never be perfect, we need to move on at some point.

Anywayyy, I hope you guys enjoy this new part and don't judge OC too harshly, she's weak and JK knows how to play his game. I'm sorry if this came out too long as well lol I hope you enjoy :) I want to thank @primadonnasdream for the support and for being my most faithful reader, my brainstorm partner and my best friend 💜

Please, remember feedback is always highly appreciated.

INDEX ↠ prologue | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

This is another scenario where you know if Eunjoo could see you, she’d surely be kicking your ass right now (figuratively, of course). Initially, you didn’t plan on allowing Jungkook to come up to your apartment, but he insisted and… Well, talking to him wouldn’t harm you.

A heartbeat after you buzzed him in, he was knocking on your door fervently.

“Jungkook-ssi, if you don’t calm the fuck down, I won’t let you in!” You shout from inside.

Silence.

“Sorry”, you hear him sighing from the outside. “I’m calm, babe, let me in, please. I need to talk to you”.

When you open the door, after pretending to debate with yourself if this was a good idea, Jungkook doesn’t waste a second on waiting for your invitation to come in. He enters your apartment as fast as a hare and before you know it, he’s already nowhere to be seen.

“Where the fuck is he?” He shouts, voice coming from inside your bedroom.

“What the fuck, Jungkook? Do not yell at me!” You shout back, going after him. “What are you talking about?”

“I know he was here with you, Y/n... “ Jungkook looks you in the eye. He was flushed, chest heaving up and down harshly. “I saw the fucking story, ok?”

“Is this about Jin?” You ask him, surprised.

“You told everyone you had to study… And I fucking bought it! That’s the funny part, I bought it! And here you were, having the time of your life with prince charming. I’m not fucking stupid, ok?”.

“Oh yeah? Having the time of my life with prince charming? You’re not even making any sense! I was crying my eyes out for hours, cause I couldn’t reach you and I needed you today!” You state it harshly, pointer finger poking him on his buff chest. “He came here to keep me company, you ass! At least, he cares about me!”

You breathe in, trying to concentrate on not allowing tears to well up your eyes.

“Are you trying to say that I don’t care about you?” He runs his hands through his hair nervously. “Well, Y/n, in case you haven't noticed, I am upset, that’s why I didn’t wanna talk to you!”

“Fuck that, Jungkook! My mother died and I was feeling down and you couldn't give two shits about it!” You say as you pinch your nose and it hits you. “Wait… You’re upset… with me?”

“More than that upset, I’m hurt!”

“Hurt?” You ask him, not being able to hide the astonishment in your voice. “What did I even do?”

“I understand you must be head over heels with prince charming so you seem to have forgotten I go to the same uni as you… I saw you two walking off into the sunset, hand in hand around campus today as if you were a happy little couple. Then… Your brother comes to me and shows me a picture of you taken by said prince charming all happy saying ‘Y/n and Jin are together’ and blah, blah, blah. Am I not allowed to be hurt?”.

“That’s rich, Jungkook… You must be one to talk about being a happy little couple with someone else, right?” You stare deep into his eyes and you see something shift, he looks down, directing his gaze at his feet. “Right?!”

You raise your tone at the last question, startling both you and Jungkook simultaneously.

“Have you noticed you never deny it, Y/n? For fuck’s sake! Are you together or not?”

“Jin and I?” You sigh, tired. “Oh my fucking God! We are friends, Kook! Don’t you trust me at all?”

“I trust you, yes! I don’t trust him. He’s been all over you since we met!”

“But if you trusted me, this conversation wouldn’t be happening…”

He reaches out for your hand, his long fingers entwining around yours. His hand is warm. He looks at you with his doe-eyes, full of something you can’t really describe or identify. Could it be love too? It makes you lower your guard. You feel guilty for lashing out at him.

“What happened here tonight, babe?” He asks, tone soft now.

You think of Jin’s hand and how holding it made you feel… better?

“What do you think, Kook? We just talked… and had something to eat, like normal friends do!”

“You swear?”

“Jeon Jungkook!” You protest as your feet stamp loudly against the wooden-floor.

Note to self: apologize to your downstairs neighbor tomorrow for that.

“I’m sorry, babe. It’s just hard to swallow, ok? You and this guy…. It just doesn’t sit right with me, that’s all”.

“It’s so ironic… You’re literally in a relationship with another girl right now and my friendship with Jin is the thing that doesn’t sit right with you”, you let out a humourless laugh, pulling your hand away from his grasp. “You’re something else, Jungkook, really!”

“Y/n…” He pinches the bridge of his nose, as he inhales deeply. “Me and Seulki… It’s complicated. You think I don’t want to break up with her? We were a mistake and I realized that as soon as you got back, ok? It’s just complicated! I can’t just do this out of nowhere”.

“Sure, Kook, if you say so… But me and Jin are friends, he’s been amazing to me ever since we met and-”, he cocks his eyebrows as you speak and you feel your blood boil. “What now?”

“We were just friends too, Y/n, that’s what worries me!” He gestures emphatically. “Especially when you're basking in how amazing he is and how terrible I am to you”.

“Seriously?” He nods. It’s like he is really clueless. Maybe that’s what he is. Clueless. You bring your hands to your temples, where you start rubbing in circular motions, trying to ease the tension you’re feeling. “Jungkook… All I wanted was you. Since the first time. I don’t know how many times I’ll have to repeat myself to you…”

“I don’t know… You keep saying this, but you’ve been trying to make me feel jealous since you met him. If all you want is to be with me, why was this guy here tonight? I wanted you at the party and you lied to me to be with him”

“That’s not it, I swear! I was just feeling a little down…”

“You swear?”

“Yes, Kook! I’m sorry if-”

“Just promise me this is not happening again”, he quirks his head, analyzing you with his attentive gaze. “You will keep your distance from this guy”.

You stare at him for a while. Brows furrowed, eyes profusely dark on you, straight posture, his much taller figure close to you. You felt slightly intimidated, not that you feared he’d hurt you, you know he would never. But there was something you couldn’t describe about his actions that don’t feel right.

You’re very fond of Seokjin. Not in the same way he is fond of you, that is. You like him very much as a very dear friend, what Jungkook is asking of you doesn’t seem right. You don’t want to disappoint or hurt him, you two have been together much longer than you’ve known Seokjin. It also doesn’t feel right to ditch him for another guy’s friendship.

“Alright, Kook”.

You lie.

As you feared and also anticipated, your voice cracks and you feel tears welling up your eyes. Before you can stop yourself, a very thick tear rolls down your right cheek. Making it impossible for you to keep on masking your feelings.

Jungkook gets closer and you don’t push him away. Maybe that’s what you should do, but you don’t. The warmth of his body being welcomed by yours, as he wrapped both of his arms around your waist, snuggling you in them.

You hide your face in his chest and he places his chin on the top of your head, as he caresses your hair softly. You allow your tears to roll down your cheeks freely, with your arms around Jungkook’s figure. Memories from your life from before flood your mind.

Your mom, before she was sick, sitting on her sofa reading one of Jane Austen’s books. Her favorites. Everytime you closed your eyes you could picture her just like this. It sometimes comforts you, but every other day it makes you feel like there’s nothing left in this world.

Then you think of you and Jungkook, in the middle of the night, laying together in your single bed in the room you shared with Eunjoo. Fingers entwined, as you hid your face in the crook of his neck. Feeling his sweaty skin on your lips. Feeling the warmth of his body against your own. She was never around when he was. You miss everything about those days, from seeing Eunjoo everyday to being able to be with Jungkook. Like, really be with him.

“Don’t cry, babe, I’m here…” He whispers softly to you, holding you tighter.

You aren’t really able to answer him and your muffled sobs can be heard instead. You feel your chest tighten. You had so many months of silent misery filling those sobs, it was good to finally get it out of your system. You hold onto Jungkook, grabbing his sweatshirt’s fabric until your knuckles are white.

Being in his arms was all you wanted since you came back. This moment showed you you two shared a bond that was deeper than eyes could see, deeper than sex could ever be. It makes you feel safe. Even though you hurt and everything else seems off, you know he’s right for you. He could not be there for you all the time, but when he was… It was worth the wait.

You can’t tell exactly how long you nestled yourself in his arms, but it was long enough for you to cry every tear that you had been holding back in these past few weeks. Jungkook was acting like a perfect saint, holding you tight and caressing your hair the entire time and it was extremely comforting. You felt loved. He didn't have to say it, you could feel it.

Sniffing, you look up to him. When he looks at you, you swear you can see stars in his dark eyes. You can’t help but to allow the corner of your lips to be lifted, smiling kindly to him.

“I hate seeing you cry”, he whispers to you, as he cups your face in his hands.

“So sto-” A sob escapes from your lips. “Stop making me cry, Kook”.

“I will, babe, I promise. I’ll never make you cry again, I’m sorry”, he answers softly, rubbing his thumb on your cheek, drying the wet trail the tears had left on your face.

He leans in for a soft and affectionate peck on your lips, still holding your face in his hands. You kiss him back, allowing him to take over all your senses, even though it was only a soft and innocent kiss.

Or was it?

Jungkook takes your bottom lip between his teeth as his tattooed hand starts to explore down your body. Subconsciously, you wrap one of your arms around his neck, as you stand on the tip of your toes. You know this is the last thing you should be doing right now, least of all after he ignored you and then came to your home to make a scene. You know you shouldn’t, but all you wanted was this. To kiss him.

To hell with everything else.

Before you could stop yourself, Jungkook slips his tongue between your lips and you can feel the lingering taste of alcohol on it. It doesn’t stop you from allowing him to deepen the kiss, as he quickens up the pace of his slightly desperate tongue against yours.

“Can I make you feel good tonight, babe?” He whispers against your lips, his hot breath fanning against your face. You nod. “I want you to cum on my tongue”.

You nod again as you feel anticipation bubbling inside of you, making you feel slightly nervous for a second. Jungkook doesn’t really go down on you and he only does so when he really wants to show you the depths of his affection. It’s sweet.

“So, say it, Y/n. Say that you want to cum on my tongue while I eat it you out stupid”.

For the hundredth time in your life, you can’t muster the courage to say it. Not at first, anyway. He knows you get embarrassed, but he always insists, God knows why.

He moves his hand to your neck, a menacing look in his eyes.

“I swear to God, Y/n, if you start with your ‘I’m shy, I can’t talk dirty, Kookie’ shit, I’ll go berserk”, his tone stern as he flashes you an also stern gaze.

You can’t resist, of course. When he looks at you like he owns you, you feel like he really does. It sets your core on fire.

You look at him, mustering all the courage you can to do as he says.

“I want to cum all over your tongue tonight”, it comes out as a confident whisper.

Then, he smirks. That smirk only Jungkook can give you; the one that has you weak on your knees and it makes you feel like electricity runs through your veins. You see his eyes glistening with lust and all you can do is to smirk back.

He tightens his grasp on your neck and before you can gasp for air, his mouth is glued to yours. He kisses you hungrily, with such intensity, it makes you feel inebriated. You feel again the lingering taste of tequila on his lips, but it is just as pleasant as the intensity of the kiss itself. He places his other hand on one of your butt cheeks, squeezing it harshly, certainly leaving a few bruises for you to keep thinking about tonight for a few days.

Jungkook pushes you and you fall on your back in your bed. Before you know it, he has his body hovering over yours, as he leaves lovebites to your collarbone. He presses his body onto yours and you can feel him already semi hard through his jeans.

“See what you do to me?” He asks you, grabbing one of your hands and placing it on his cock. “That’s only from kissing you…”

You let a breathy moan escape from your lips when his words reach your ears. He knows exactly what to say to you. He knows your body. He knows you. When you’re with him, you feel inebriated and it’s like he’s the only person other than you left in this world.

Jungkook, then, grabs your wrist and seizes your hand away from his now fully aroused cock.

“No, Kookie”, you pout, his lips hovering over your own as you speak. “Let me feel you”.

“No, babe, tonight’s all about you”, he whispers against your lips.

He presses his boner in your covered entrance, you start grinding and you notice his breathing getting heavier. Pressing his lips against yours again, he places a soft peck on them and as he pulls away, biting your lower lip and dragging it with his teeth.

“Can we get rid of these?” He asks you, playing with the waistband of your Scooby Doo pj’s shorts.

You nod a bit more emphatically than you had intended and Jungkook grins, he looks devilishly beautiful, it’s unfair. His dark locks almost covering his dark eyes, full of a blaze that lights up his divine face. You feel the anticipation damping your underwear. It’s ridiculous how wet you get with him so much as looking at you.

Clasping his pointer and middle finger on the waistband of your shorts, Jungkook tosses them somewhere on the floor, along with your panties. The same fingers that undressed you were now trailing the outside of your lips, smearing on your wetness. You squirm under his touch, stopping a moan to come out of your lips.

“Look at you, babe, all wet for me already”, his fingers still in the same place, you’re so wet you can hear yourself. “You want me so bad it’s embarrassing”.

Yeah, you agree. But you’re too far along now to complain. Jungkook then breaks physical contact with you and it’s like your skin burns of how much you need his touch. You craved his hands on you 24/7 and when he has them on you it always makes your heart flutter and your head dizzy, it’s hard to let him pull away.

On his feet, he looks at you with a smirk, the same dominant expression carved on his dazzling face as always.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, will you?”

“Hm, no”, you tease.

“Babe, I’m trying to be romantic here…” he places his possessive hands on both of your thighs. “But if you don’t spread those legs right now, I won't ask again and I’ll also make sure to bruise you pretty bad so you won't be able to hide it from your prince charming”.

“Oh my God! Can’t you just forge-”

Before you could finish telling him off, Jungkook sinks his teeth on your thigh harshly, literally not giving a fuck wether there’s gonna be a bruise after this. You moan lightly when he starts sucking the sensitive skin there.

By instinct, your legs fall to the sides as your body responds to his touch, like in a meticulously rehearsed dance. You wanted to resist, you really did, but he has such a strong grip over you, it’s like you can’t really control yourself.

“Playing hard to catch, are you?” He asks as he rubs his thumb over the hickey he left on you.

“A little”, you giggle.

“Yeah, it’s not like this was very hard”, he states with a playful smirk on his lips. “Anyway, now that I got my babe marked… Come here”.

He tugs you closer, pulling you by the waist to the edge of the bed. He bends down on his knees and you feel the lightfeather touch of his tongue against your clit, in one very longstanding swipe. Jungkook’s teasing you and it has you whining under his touch.

Desperate for some relief, you buck your hips into Jungkook’s face. You feel a vibration coming from his muffled laugh, as his hands trail from your thighs to your ass, squeezing it roughly, as he starts to suck wet kisses against your mound. His warm tongue heaving up and down on your bundle of nerves, so pleasuring it makes your back arch and your toes curl.

“Oh- Kook, right there!” You whine again, finally being able to muster an intelligible sentence in your brain.

Your vocal validation only seems to make him even more eager to please you. His tattooed hand trailed back from your ass to your inner thigh, where he made sure to squeeze the sensitive skin.

You feel Jungkook’s tongue taking turns on slowing and speeding up his movements against your clit and you allow moans to roll off of your mouth, shamelessly. Your head spins from the waves of pleasure Jungkook’s tongue sends through your body. You know he likes to hear you, so you don’t stop yourself. The delighted feeling coming not only from your pussy, but also from somewhere near your chest. He makes it so hard to be mad at him when he acts like this… When he does whatever it takes to please you.

He, then, pushes his middle finger into your slit. You moan even harder this time around, while he curled his finger against your wet walls. You clench your walls around his finger, desperate to be filled.

“Need something more?” He asks with a husky voice, lips still dangerously close to your pussy.

You lift your head up slightly, looking him in the eyes. You nod. Seeing him with his face buried between your thighs, his dark gaze intensely set on you, hands on and in you, makes you notice how deeply you wrapped yourself around his finger. And you did it freely. He makes you forget about everything else, pushes all your problems aside. It indeed feels like you two are the last people on this planet.

“I want you inside me”, you whisper back at him.

“I am inside you”, he answers teasingly, finger never stopping to move inside your slit.

“Yea-”, he curled his finger and you choke on your words.

He smirks. Fucker.

“You were saying?” He cocks one of his eyebrows, smirk still hanging on his reddish lips.

“I want you to fuck me, Kook”, your voice a whisper again.

Jungkook shakes his head, clicking his tongue.

“Please, Kookie”, you groan.

He forrows his brows, never averting his gaze. Another two fingers are pushed past your damp walls, this time around building a blinding pressure to your stomach. You grew wetter by the second, arching your back off the bed again and moaning shamelessly.

“Best I can do is this, babe…” He whispers with his dusky, dangerously sexy voice, hot breath against your pussy. “I want you whining about how much you miss my cock tonight… So you learn not to make me jealous again, do you hear me? Next time I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll be begging me to stop”.

You nod robotically. All you can think about is how much you crave him.

“Then, use fucking words, Y/n! Say you understand you’re mine!”

You’re trying… You’re really trying to find your voice, but he’s making it impossible for you with the pace he has set on the fingers he’s burying between your folds, fucking you dumb. You can feel you’re close and so can he, because your walls clench onto his fingers as if your sanity depended on it. It does, actually.

“Hold back, Y/n”, he orders sternely. “I told you I want you cuming on my tongue, not on my fingers… I’ll only pick up where I left off if you fucking tell me how desperetaly you want to get fucked by my cock”.

And the fingers inside your slit do not stop to tease you, curling up against your desperate walls. You’re close.

“Wanna get fu-fucked dumb by you, Koo-ook! I miss your cock so mu-ch”, you’re babbling breathlessly at this point.

You’re close.

“Maybe next time if you deserve it, I’ll fuck you nice and good”.

You’re so fucking close.

“Ohhh, Kook, I’m… close!”

You cry out as you feel his tongue against your mound again. Your hands go straight to his hair and you grip his dark locks, he moans when he feels your hold on his scalp. And you lose the last bit of self control you still had, as you feel his mouth sucking your clit into his mouth.

You don’t really know where to focus, your chest is heaving up and down heavily as you cry out his name. You feel your legs shaking uncontrollably as the ecstasy spreads throughout your body, as if time and space have been suspended for a split second. You must have moaned desperately, your poor neighbours must hate you.

But to hell with them. Jungkook pulls away from your clit, a faint smile on his lips. He looks ecstatic as well, his fingers still inside you.

“So… Was it good?”

You close your eyes, trying to focus on your breathing.

“You are amazing, Kook, always”, you answer, kind of blushed.

You lean on your elbows to look at him properly. He looked dashing with his messy hair and his slightly glossy lips, covered with your wetness. You lean for a kiss, but he turns his head.

“I’ll go clean myself, babe, just a second. You know I don’t like kissing after…” He gestures randomically.

He gets on his feet and heads out of your room, trying to adjust himself in his pants. You knew that he hated kissing after going down on you. He’s told you once that for some reason he didn’t like the idea of you tasting yourself on him. You know he likes to be in charge, so you just let him.

As you lay back on bed, staring at the ceiling, you sigh. But this time around, you’re sighing because you feel happy, so happy it makes your heart skip a beat. You feel extremely validated by him and his gesture today. You feel so intimate, so close. He did all he could to make you feel better and being comforted by him made you realize that the lump in your throat had completely disappeared.

At least for now.

He comes back with a smile on his face, sitting on the edge of your bed, beside you.

“Will you stay with me?” You ask.

He shakes his head negatively, fingers combing through your hair softly.

“I told the guys I was going out for some cigarettes, I don’t want them to start wondering…” his voice trails off suggestively.

He leans in for a peck on your lips. He had his eyes closed and it sent your heart aflutter. With him, you know the details matter more than big gestures. Maybe he really means to break things up with Seulki, if he’s kissing you with his eyes closed. It means something, right?

It has to.

“Gotta go, babe. I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“Sure”.

He gets on his feet, but he stops at the door.

“Oh, I remembered something. Tomorrow morning, after our first class, I’m teaching Tae how to use his new analog, why don’t you join us? I can help you with that paper for Han gyosunim’s class, what do you think?”

“Sounds great, Kook! I’ll swing by”.

“See you, love”

“See ya”

He nods, tapping lightly at the door frame before actually leaving this time.

Inebriated, you walk towards the bathroom to also clean yourself. When you look at your reflection in the mirror, you feel like you’re glowing. Being in love really does wonders to us, doesn’t it? Shortly after, you fall into a restful sleep, unlike the ones you’ve had on the previous nights this week.

Something has been bugging Jin the entire morning, of that Yoongi is a hundred percent sure. He’s been fidgeting in his chair and sighing whenever he gets distracted. When a phone rings, which is completely normal, since they work in a goddamn law firm, he huffs. He’s been sulking since he got to the office.

Yoongi has known Seokjin since he was a child, they go way back. He wants to get something off his chest, that much Yoongi’s already noticed. Yoongi can bet anyone that part of his demeanor is a way of showing it to his younger friend.

After the 5th sigh Seokjin lets out in a row (yes, Yoongi has been keeping count), he gives in.

“What?”

Jin, who has been staring at his computer screen with his furrowed brows, looks at his desk partner.

“What what?” He asks Yoongi, dumbfounded.

“You’ve been sulking the entire morning, Seokjin, what the hell happened?” He insists.

“Nothing”, Jin states with a blank expression on his face.

“Nothing? Ok... But if I hear you sighing over a phone ringing again, Imma hit you with this fucking stapler”, he threatens Jin, showing him the forementioned object. “I’m not even joking!”

“It’s nothing, Yoongs, nevermind”.

“Seokjin, I fucking mean it!” The raven-haired man whisper shouts to his friend. “Spill it out already”.

Seokjin huffs.

“It’s… Y/n” Jin fidgets on his seat.

Yeah, Yoongi figured his friend’s mood might have something to do with you. As always, he is right.

“What about her?”

Jin sighs again. He knows his best friend pretty damn well, so he also knows Yoongi isn't dropping the subject without digging into it first.

“We were together last night, right?”

“Yeah, I know”, Yoongi states.

“I know you know, man, you’re ruining my storytelling!”

“Sorry”.

“Yeah, anyway…” He raises his hand dramatically and continues. “We spent the night together and of course I wasn't stupid to make any moves yet. But it seemed like it was a perfect night, y’know? I even told her, like… That I like her and that I’ll be here waiting for a chance” Yoongi’s eyes widened, but Seokjin continues. “Yes, I know. I’m intense, I’m a Sagittarius… Anyhow, everything went fine and I feel like she’s really opening up to me, but then…”

He stops, pointer finger raised, asking his friend to wait a second. Yoongi patiently does so, looking at Seokjin’s anxious figure and he takes a little while looking for something on his phone.

Yoongi feels bad for his friend, Seokjin is healing from a deep heartbreak. Yoongi was the only friend that remained by his side, when he distanced himself from everyone else. Actually, when his ex isolated him and despite everyone’s warnings, Jin walked in his ex’s trap willingly. All Yoongi could do was wait until Jin realized who she really is. He did, eventually.

She messed him up big time and now he was collecting the broken pieces of himself. Fortunately, he had Yoongi by his side. Jin told his friend many times how he never wanted to get involved with anyone ever again and that falling in love was nothing but stupidity. Of course, Yoongi did not agree on that entirely, but he wanted to protect his friends’ feelings as much as he could. He couldn’t do much, but he was always a shoulder to cry on. Then, Eunjoo started to act behind his back, talking about you to Jin, showing him your pictures, telling him the things you have in common. It sparked Jin’s interest. And after meeting you in person, he fell on his knees.

“So, I thought maybe things would start… y’know, evolving? But then, yeah, I saw this”, Jin shows his phone to his raven-haired friend.

Yoongi squints, leaning forward to take a better look at what his friend is trying to show him. He ruminates for a while and looks back at his blonde best friend.

“Ok, and?”

“And?” Seokjin returns the question with a dumbfounded expression carved on his face. “YAA! Can’t I just be frustrated?! Look how close they’re standing to each other, they look so fucking intimate!” He flashes his phone again to his friend.

“They’re close friends... You know that, right?”

“Yes, I know that.” He snorts. “But that’s not all they are and you know it. He’s a handsome guy, right? I don't know if I can keep up with that plus the intimacy they already have, I know I’ll soon be back to square one. Can’t this guy just disappear? Like, get a job in another country or something”.

“You are intimidated by Jungkook? I think you’re overreacting”.

“Oh, yeah? Bite me! Remember how you reacted to Namjoon and Eunjoo’s shit? Because I do!”

Yoongi crosses his arms and this time around, he’s the one huffing.

“That was different, dude. You know it”.

Jin averts his gaze for a second, thinking about the past scenario.

“Ok. It was a little different, but you also overreacted” Jin pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Now is the time you start comforting me, alright? Tell me she’s not in love with him or something”

Yoongi rolls his eyes at his friend, as he tries to suppress a faint smile on the corner of his lips. When Seokjin gets nervous, he gets anxious and starts speaking fast, it’s hard to understand what he’s saying. It’s a little comical, actually.

“Man… You’re anxious, that’s all. You know Y/n and Jungkook go way back-”

“I know, Yoongs! That's the problem!”

“Can I talk now?” Yoongi asks, jerking one of his brows.

“Yeah, sorry”.

“As I was saying, they have history together. But as far as I’m aware, he just stolls her around... He’s a jerk, basically. Eunjoo hates his guts because of that. Now with this girlfriend of his… Let’s see how things play out. Someone’s probably gonna get hurt”.

“I know! Fucking asshole! I’d love to punch that fucking nose of his”.

“You could try, but he’d probably beat the shit outta you”, Yoongi laughs. “He’s into boxing or something”.

“Yea, I heard”.

“But as I was saying, now Y/n’s fragile. She needs people’s support. And he’s her friend, of course she’s gonna lean on him at least a little. She’s been through some serious shit with her mom’s health and as much as I love Namjoon, he hasn’t been very helpful…”

“I wish I could do more to help her”.

“Jin, you've been pretty supportive. And that's honestly what I think you should keep on doing… She’s just met, you know? You’re head over heels for her, but she needs time. She’s been through a lot. Give her time”.

“Yeah… You’re probably right”, he sighs again. “I just worry about being completely overshadowed by Jungkook-ssi, y’know? They have so much in common, they like the same stuff…”

“If that was enough to hold two people together, you should still be dating Bonhwa, right? She was also into the same stuff as you and she was a Law major just like us”.

Seokjin shakes his head negatively, as he dismisses Yoongi’s words dramatically.

“God forbid”.

“You see? It makes absolutely no sense... He’s an asshole, she’ll see it eventually”.

Seokjin mulls over his friends’ words. Looking back at his computer screen, the words start scrambling in front of his eyes. He isn't really able to focus on work, Yoongi’s typing distracts him again.

She’ll see it eventually. Yoongi’s words resonated in his mind. It was all he could hope for.

Kong gyosunim dismisses the class in the middle of a heated argument between Cha Songwook (yes, him again) and Hong Dahae. It was unfortunate, because it had been pretty amusing so far to see the two of them screaming at each other’s faces. Before you left, you remember the two of them were seeing each other, but things ended badly, it seems.

Your phone dings with an expected text from your best friend, Eunjoo.

joo 💛 [2:45 pm]: on my way

joo 💛 [2:45 pm]: are you there?

You [2:45 pm]: not yet, on my way too

Eunjoo’s been bugging you to tell her how your evening with Seokjin was, so you two decide to go for a coffee on campus. It was also an excuse to see each other and catch up, you did that as often as life allowed you to.

You finish gathering your stuff while Songwook and Dahae were still discussing Kubrick's use of Mise-en-Scene. As you open the classroom’s door, you’re surprised to see Jungkook, leaning on the corridor wall. He had his hands in his leather jacket’s pockets and he looked at you with a big warm smile, one of those smiles that sends your heart aflutter.

And even though you’d been together a few hours ago, you’re just as happy to see him again. Earlier today, you’d been at the frat house, where only Jungkook and Taehyung were awake. As he told you the night before, he’d be teaching Tae how to use his new camera and the three of you shared some thoughts about photography. You also found out Namjoon got legless last night and was still asleep up until that point. Fortunately, he already texted you to let you know he’s still alive.

“Hey!” You get closer, waving at him. “What are you doing here?”

“I go here, babe”.

“Duh!” You roll your eyes. “I mean, here, here. In front of my classroom”.

“Just wanted to say hi again”, he declares, as his hands travel to your lower back, pulling you in his arms. He brushes his nose against your cheek and continues.

“Jungkook, have you lost your mind?!” You ask, pulling yourself away from him. “We’re in the middle of the corridor!”

He laughs softly, his eyes turning into tiny crescent moons.

“There’s no one around here, babe”.

“Not gonna push my luck”, you state. “Er… Dahae and Songwook are at each other’s throats back there… Didn't even know they had broken up”.

“Neither did I. But good for her, he’s a pain in the ass”, he runs his hand through his hair, his eyes traveling down your body. “You look fucking hot in these tight pants, babe”.

“Shut up, Jungkook!” You push him playfully, blushing.

He laughs. You could swear to God, when he laughs…

“What are your plans for today?” He asks.

“Coffee with Eunjoo, actually, she must be waiting for me already”.

“Oh yeah? I’ll walk you there”.

He walks side by side with you the entire way. It’s not as comfortable as it should be. For the most part of the way, you keep trying to find something interesting to say, but you fail. You mention Songwook and Dahae again, but it falls flat. You try complaining about the weather, but it also falls flat. At some point, you just give up and decide to just walk.

Jungkook has his hands in his pockets and he’s as silent as you. You don’t really understand where this is coming from, but there’s something different about being alone with him. It makes you think about that one time you and Jin held hands. But why? If you had Jungkook with you, why are you thinking about Jin? Fuck.

Sharing silence isn’t as comfortable as it used to be. Maybe those months away have indeed changed things between you, maybe that’s why he’s gotten himself into this crazy relationship of his. It makes you feel a little anxious and you mentally thank the universe for the fact that this coffee shop is relatively near your classroom.

You and Eunjoo see each other through the shop window, she waves at you with a smile on her face. But her smile fades as soon as she locks eyes with Jungkook.

Ok, you were already expecting this to happen.

“Alright, babe, enjoy your coffee”, he rubs his fingers on the back of your hand. “Give Eunjoo my love”.

“See ya, Kookie!”

He waves and leaves. For some reason, you feel weird. He felt weird. You can’t really explain, but there’s something… You didn’t know. Weird.

Pushing the door open, you hear the tinkling of the bell that’s placed above it so the owners can always know when someone’s coming in.

This is Eunjoo’s favorite coffee shop, it’s small, intimate and, honestly, they served the best red velvet cake you’ve ever had the chance to taste. It was your best friend’s favorite, so this is why she always favors coming here.

“I’m happy to see you, but I’m not happy to see Jungkook”, she declares as the two of you hug.

“Oh, Joo, come on! He’s our friend…”

She snorts. You both sit. In front of her, on the small wooden table, you see a cup of coffee and a slice of their famous red velvet cake.

“Jungkook and I stopped being friends when I realized he’s been stringing you along this whole time…” She states as she takes a sip of her coffee.

“Ouch”.

Eunjoo is literally your soulmate, but she could be harsh, sometimes. Especially when it comes tô Jungkook. Truth is, she never understood what you have.

“Ok, fuck Jungkook, can you now please tell me more about your evening with your future boyfriend?”

“Well, my friend Kim Seokjin came by yesterday”, you continue, despite the face she makes. “And he was honestly so sweet… He brought us burgers and we pretty much spent the entire night talking. Like, just talking”.

“You already told me this on the phone last night. I want details, Y/n!”

“Ugh!” You roll your eyes and she deadpans. “Alright… So we talked about his love for cooking and he mentioned he wanted to take me to a few restaurants in town. Then, he mentioned one specific restaurant that brings him fond memories of his childhood and we started to talk about it and I mentioned one of my favorite things as a child was playing Katara and Sokka with Namjoon and-”

“Sorry to interrupt”, you hear a female voice. “Here’s your espresso. Can I get you anything else?”

“I ordered yours, forgot to tell you”, Eunjoo tells you fondly and you smile at her in the same way.

“No, thank you”, you answer the waitress and she nods, leaving you and Eunjoo alone again. “Ok, so, where was I?”

“You told Seokjin you’re an Avatar nerd…”

“I didn’t say that, but, anyway… I also found out he loves The Last Airbender as much as me. Like, he’s not a casual fan, he’s also obsessed. But that’s not the important part. The important part is… He told me he was head over heels for me or something”.

Eunjoo's eyes widen and she covers her mouth with her hands.

“Head over heels?!” You hear her muffled voice asking with excitement. “Oh my God! When I introduced you two I didn’t expect that to happen so fast, I’m impressed with my matchmaking skills this time around! Ok, and?”

“Well, that’s it”.

“What?! That’s it?! What did you say to him after that?”

“I was so surprised I couldn’t say anything”, she lets out another “ugh”. “You know Kook and I-”.

“Y/n, please, understand. You and him have nothing. Jungkook’s got a fucking girlfriend”, she cuts you off.

It annoys you a little, you’re not gonna lie. She keeps bringing it back, you know he’s got a girlfriend!

“Joo, I know you don’t understand-”.

“It’s deeper than that, lovey. There’s isn’t much to understand… He has a girlfriend-”.

“Eunjoo, I don’t care!” You cut her short and then, you decide to confess, lowering your voice tone so only Eunjoo could hear you. “He came to see me last night too”.

“Jungkook?” She looks at you confusões. “What did he want?”

“He saw Jin’s post too and got a little jealous”, before you could stop yourself, you let out a giggle and Eunjoo doesn’t follow you. “One thing leading to another, he did something special last night”.

“This something special being?”

“You know he usually doesn’t go down on me, right? He’s not fond of it… But he did last night. It was very meaningful, I think”.

“He, what?!” She asks you shouting in a whisper. “Did you have sex?”

“Yeah?”

“Y/n, he’s got a girlfriend! That’s... Cheating”, she searches for your eyes.

But you just can’t meet hers, you're too scared of finding disappointment in them. You knew it was selfish of you, you knew what you were doing was wrong, but now you’ve finally told Eunjoo… It became real.

And you’ve just realized it makes you feel unease.

“No, it’s not… He was mine first”, you whisper, knowing she will hear you.

“Oh, lovey…” She wailes. “I hate him for doing this to you and I’m sorry for what I’m about to say, but he was never yours”.

“I mean, we’re not exactly boyfriend and girlfriend, but-”

“Exactly, sis, he’s not your boyfriend. He lies to you, he neglects you. He hasn’t ever acted like a boyfriend, by the way, he only does so when he feels threatened… The very fact that he wants to keep seeing you behind your brother’s back, one of his best friends, may I add, is enough of a red flag for me”, she reaches for your hand on the table. The warmth of her hand feels pleasent, but you’re still unable to meet her eyes. “Please, Y/n, don’t let this guy do this to you… You’re not like this”.

“I just… Don’t see this monster you keep talking about”, you finally muster the courage to look at your best friend’s eyes. She looks at you with such tenderness, for the first time in this conversation, you feel your heart sinking. “We have something really special, Joo, I swear to you…”

“Lovey, going down on you doesn’t mean shit! What drives me crazy is that he does the bare minimum, cause he knows you're so deeply wrapped around his finger that he doesn’t even need to try anymore,” she stops for a second, sighing. “Think about it… Why does he make you hide this something special that goes on between you two? You’ve been doing this for over a year… And I swear to you, if you hadn’t gotten emotionally involved, I would never oppose this. But the thing is, you’ve fallen in love with him and he knows it, but he doesn’t care. You can’t fix this and you can’t fix him, you can’t keep on hurting yourself to please him either. This has gone way too long!”

It was a lot to take in, for sure. You couldn’t help but to resent Eunjoo a little right now. She wasn’t wrong, though. That’s the hardest part, you knew she wasn’t wrong. What are you becoming?

You bring both of your hands to your face, trying to ease the tension you feel. It’s true, you've been in this situation for over a year. At first, he told you he didn’t want to rush things, he didn’t want to spoil his friendship with the boys… But it’s been long enough, you two seemed to work just fine. Then, why are you in this situation?

“Let me bring Seokjin up again…” She tries. “One: he’s insanely cute, in fact, if I wasn’t already taken… It’s better if I don’t finish this sentence.” She raises her pointer finger, acknowledging this detail and you laugh faintly. “Two: he’s so into you I sometimes feel bad for him. Three: he’s single. Four: he was approved by your best friend and by your brother. Five: he’s smart, hardworking, and has a brilliant future ahead of him. Six: he’s really done with his ex. He’s the whole fucking package! Give him a chance, Y/n, that’s all I ask. And do this for yourself too, please, let Jungkook go”.

You hear the bell tinkling. It distracts you. You don’t really want to say anything right now, you have a lot to think about.

“I just keep thinking... Look at what Jungkook’s been doing to his girlfriend, imagine what he-”

“If it isn’t two of my favorite people in the world gathering without me”, you instantly recognize Jimin’s voice.

You gulp nervously, hoping that he didn’t hear the mention of Jungkook's name. You turn around to look at him, trying to flash him the warmest smile you could, in hopes of not allowing him to notice the tension between you and Eunjoo. You know she’ll do the same.

“Hi, lovey, we’re just grabbing some coffee. Join us!” She flashes Jimin the warm smile you expected her to.

He pulls a chair from the table right beside yours and places it between you and Eunjoo, sitting on it right after.

“So, what were my two dearest friends talking so passionately about?” He asks as he reaches for both yours and Enjoo’s cheeks, squeezing them.

It has both you and her complaining, making Jimin laugh.

“Just catching up”, you answer as you rub your cheeks. He always does that, the little bastard.

“Alright, so, before you continue, sum it up for me”.

He looks from Eunjoo to you, blinking his small eyes patiently. You’re kind of waiting for Eunjoo to say something, since she was the one who got interrupted by your friend’s arrival. He seems to notice that there’s something off about your vibe.

“You two seemed to be very talkative when I got in here, now you’re all silent... What the fuck are you two hiding?” He squints his eyes at you.

“H-hiding?” You shake your head in fake disbelief. “Park Jimin, why do you always have to assume the worst of people?”

“I don't do that!” He pushes your shoulder playfully, eyebrows furrowed. “And stop trying to get off the subject, I’m not Hoseok”.

“It’s nothing serious, Chim, it’s just that Y/n gets shy”, Eunjoo’s voice interjects. “But there’s a spark between Seokjin and Y/n”. She stops, because she knows Jimin will react. He raises his eyebrows and looks at you surprised. “However, she’s in denial and I, as the matchmaker, can not allow her to think such things”.

“Why am I only hearing about this spark now?” He asks you, crossing his arms in front of his chest, giving you a side-eye.

“Because Eunjoo is delusional, that’s why”, you gesture.

“No, I’m not! Park Jimin-ssi, you know I don’t joke about matchmaking! Remember how much effort I put into introducing you to Jieun?”

“Please, let’s not talk about Jieun… But yes, I do know”.

“Ok, whatever, forget I mentioned her. As I was saying, he brought her dinner last night and they ate it while stargazing… It’s so fucking romantic! And our dear dumb friend here is like we’re just friends” she delivers that in a affected tone, teasing you.

“Oh, Y/n, do not friendzone this guy! Do you hear me? He’s so fucking handsome, you don’t need to marry him, but, please, don’t waste this opportunity”.

“You guys… I also think he’s really cute. I’m not saying I’ll say no, I’m just not there yet, ok?” You look between your two best friends. “I’m still getting to know him. I’ve been living the shittiest moment of my entire life… I need time, that’s all”.

“Makes sense…” Jimin gives you a sympathetic smile, as he pats your head affectionately. “Eunjoo, stop pressuring her!”

“I’m not!”

“You are!” You and Jimin say it simultaneously. “Not that I’m defending you, Y/n, because you don’t deserve my sympathy. You don’t tell me anything anymore!”

The three of you burst out laughing at it. That’s what you’ve missed the most while you were away. Laughing. Feeling at ease. You love these people so much.

“I know, Chim! I feel the same, back in the day, I wouldn’t have to beg her to tell me what’s going on in her life, now I have to make her come and see me”, she complains, taking a sip of her coffee.

“Yeah, whatever you two. Since you two are such drama queens, I might as well just tell you… We’re spending the weekend at his family house in Jeju”, and before they have a chance to say anything, you add. “AS FRIENDS!”

Your best friends exchange glances and look back at you. You squint at them. Both of them had a glint of malice in their eyes, but they were trying their best to hide it from you, probably because they know if they interrupt you, you won’t tell them any details. But they know you know. Jimin nods, encouraging you to continue.

“So, yeah, as friends. And why am I telling you this? I need you to cover for me if Jungkook asks my whereabouts”, Eunjoo looks at you dumbfounded, probably thinking you were about to talk to Jimin about your secret arrangements with Jungkook. “He’s invited me to be his assistant at a project this weekend and I don’t really want to go, so I told him Namjoon and I are gonna go visit our mom’s older sister. It’s all set, I already spoke to my brother, he’s spending the weekend over at his mysterious girlfriend’s place. So, anyway, if he asks...”

“It’s not like a talk to Jungkook when you’re not around anyways”, Eunjoo shrugs, looking from Jimin to you.

One of the best things about Eunjoo is that both yours and hers’ demeanors are extremely similar. You two are really connected, to the point that she knows what you’re thinking and vice versa. You act and think very much like each other, so, in these situations she always knows how to react. Which comes in handy, since you have to lie more often than not to your friends because of your Jungkook situation.

“Why don’t you ask this favour to Taetae?” He asks, saying his own other best friend’s name in an affected way. “Since you two are so close right now”.

“You’re jealous of Taehyung? You’re cute” You laugh, reaching for his own chubby cheeks this time around. “You know you’re my top one, Chim, cut this crap. But seriously, though, can I count on you?”

“Sure, sweetums, I got you covered”, Jimin winks at you. “Ok, can I order? Is there anything else that needs to be discussed?”

“No. But can’t you talk while you drink your coffee?” You ask him, furrowing your brows.

“No, I want to drink my coffee in peace”, Jimin answers you, as he waves to the waitress.

Jimin’s a character. You smile to yourself, as your two best friends engage in some other conversation. You really didn’t pay much attention to it, too involved in your own thoughts. You take a sip of your own coffee, basking in the warm sensation it left on your tongue.

You couldn’t help but to think about Jin. You miss him. Since he left your house yesterday, you hadn’t had the opportunity to catch up on one another. He texted you good night and that’s it. Did you say something you weren’t supposed to? If you did, it means your weekend plans are cancelled, right?

There was only one way to find out.

You [3:19 am]: are u still alive? u have sent me 0 memes since yesterday

jin [3:20 am]:

jin [3:20 am]: there you go

You [3:20 am]: oh jin, this is so bad

You [3:20 am]: but I’m happy to know you’re alive

jin [3:20 am]: yup, alive

jin [3:20 am]: just a lil busy

jin [3:20 am]: i cant die yet im taking you to jeju, remeber?

jin [3:20 am]: so, what’s up?

You [3:20 am]:

You [3:20 am]: coffee with these two

jin [3:20 am]: tell them i said hi

You [3:20 am]: will do

You [3:20 am]: so, how’s work?

You two engage in this conversation via text message, as you listen to Jimin and Eunjoo talking non-stop around you. One of them would certainly complain at some point, but for now, you just wanted to talk to Seokjin. It feels nice. It feels right.

Maybe a little too nice and too right.

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