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A magical mind for this intimate story and enrapturing writing . This is an absolute film.

twelve hours, m | jjk | then...

pairing(s): jungkook x reader; implied taehyung x reader

summary: You have twelve hours to make Jeon Jungkook fall in love with you. He's about to get married. You're the entertainment at his bachelor party - a burlesque dancer. Long ago, he used to be the class representative and you used to be the class delinquent. Nothing has changed and, yet, everything has.

this is part i | click here for part ii | total wc: 23k

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; this story contains parental child abuse and graphic violence, including the reader becoming physically scarred and having panic attacks; alcohol consumption; rich, this bachelor party is on a fuckin' YACHT, the best man is LOADED; JK and reader interacted in high school and haven't seen each other until now; angst and fluff and feels; cheating; high school smut + (in part ii) intense adult smut (fem reader, striptease, semi-public sex at school, nipple play (he's a bit obsessed with them), dry humping, m-masturbation, handjob, cumming on tits (and diamonds), cum-eating, mirror kink, spitting, tit fucking, m-receiving oral, scratching / biting / marking, penetrative sex, doggy); shifts back and forth between Jungkook’s POV and your POV; the ask

non-idol!AU; film director!Jungkook x wealthy, burlesque dancer!reader — ft best man, art trader!Kim Taehyung; dancer's bodyguard!Kim Namjoon and bodyguard!Kim Seokjin

> eyebrow pierced, tattooed, and long black-haired JK (with undercut) in a black suit because that's what we need in this life > reader's burlesque performance is heavily inspired by Dita Von Teese and her martini glass stage; music used is 'sweet dreams are made of this' and 'are you the rabbit?' both by Marilyn Manson.

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"You have twelve hours."

"What happens after that?"

"He going to get married."

-

time left: 11:59

"Dude, she said anything goes."

Jeon Jungkook frowned, glaring at his best man. "You don't do dumb shit if you're going to marry them."

Kim Taehyung tilted his head, long black-brown stands curling around his defined cheekbones, dark brown eyes twinkling with slyness, looking handsome, amused, and devilishly single.

Because he was.

"Oh? You're finally admitting you're in love with your future wife?"

"... Of course."

Taehyung cocked an eyebrow. "How convincing."

-

time left: --:--

Jeon Jungkook.

Hm.

Did he remember you? Probably not. It was a long time ago, high school and all that. He was more adorable then and you were more rebellious then. Too rebellious, putting yourself in detention far too many times, leaving you with the class representative after hours, who turned out to be Jeon Jungkook, not because he was a good student but because everyone liked him. Athletic, creative, attractive, the epitome of the face of the class.

The teachers left you with tons of remedial work that you didn't bother to do during detention, choosing instead to annoy the class representative. Sitting close to him, staring at him, toying with his school supplies, pointing out when he was using the wrong equation for the math problem he was trying to solve.

"Why are you like this?" he snapped one day, smacking his pencil down and glaring at you. "Why do you pick fights and beat up upperclassmen and skip class and sneak around? What's the point?"

You spun your pen on your fingertips.

"I just want to spend time with you."

And you had kissed him.

Whether those words were real or not at the time didn’t matter, because, in time, they would become all too real.

-

time left: 11:45

"You're on stage in five minutes. We're very sorry for the delay."

You smiled, lips painted red, teasing and sculptural, covered in red and black Swarovski crystals and lush velvet, chained by fabric and thick clasps holding each piece together. "That's alright. I understand."

The employee bowed and left. The bachelor party was already in full swing. Loud chattering, clinking of glasses, rowdy laughter. You could hear it through the thin walls backstage, through the curtains, into your soul. A big party on a yacht.

Rich, decadent, ripe with sin.

Arranged by Kim Taehyung, a successful art trader and the best man of Jeon Jungkook, well-known director of indie films and the bachelor who was about to get married to a wealthy, very well-known social media influencer turned socialite. She had her face all over social media, so she needed another face equally as beautiful for the likes and the sponsors.

Young money, they called it.

You stood up, looking at yourself in the mirror.

Being on stage was different than real life.

It required red lips, immaculate black eyeliner, sharp and distinct, manicured brows, and perfectly pinned hair, dyed a cool-toned black to bring out a kind of surreal quality to your skin, as if you were more of a doll than a human being. The show costume tonight was black and red, packed with crystals so you would be glittering from every angle. Handcrafted bustier, separate corset, strappy panties, slinky floor-length skirt with a high slit, sheer stockings, tall heels, even a long cape that trailed on the floor, completed with heavy choker around your throat, covered in black diamonds.

You turned from the mirror and exited your green room, walking slowly and carefully. Two security guards followed you, keeping all staff away from your path. They were holding your ostrich feather fans.

Black and red.

Taehyung couldn't afford you and your act unless he blew his entire budget on your performance alone. However, you made an exception for him, because he had something you wanted.

The lights were dimming.

You stood next to the stage, seeing the two-meter-tall, gem-encrusted martini glass waiting for you.

There was a spotlight on it, scattering light all over the dark room, barely illuminating the faces in the audience. You could see him because he was in the front row, looking confused, large brown eyes, long black hair, eyebrow piercing, and hand tattoos.

It was his party.

Jungkook had no idea the main event Taehyung had arranged was a professional burlesque dancer.

Sudden silence.

Being on stage was just like real life.

You always had to play a character.

The music began.

"Sweet dreams are made of this..."

You glided on stage, and the lights followed.

-

time left: --:--

You sat with the teacher, waiting.

The whole thirty minutes elapsed.

"We will have to reschedule this parent-teacher conference."

It was on the tip of your tongue. They won't come. They don't care. Last night my mother shoved my hand into boiling water until I screamed my apology for not folding the laundry fast enough.

You pulled the sleeve of your large hoodie over your bandaged left hand.

"I did the remedial work..." you mumbled.

"It doesn't matter even if you got full marks on it. Your behavior hasn't changed. You'll be on cleaning classroom duty for the rest of the month unless your parents attend a meeting to talk about your behavior."

That was the only reason you weren't expelled or suspended. Despite all your bullshit, your grades were good. Excellent, even. Strangely good despite only attending half of your classes. The teachers still gave you punishments to make an example of you, but you wouldn’t be getting away with this if your name wasn’t at the top five percent of the class.

You were mopping the floor when someone called your name. You looked up, and there he was.

The class representative.

"Hello, Jungkook."

He must have stayed late for taekwondo. He was still in uniform.

"This isn't your day for cleaning duty," he said, sounding confused.

You smirked at him, teasing and sculptural.

"Every day is my day for cleaning duty now."

His dark brows knitted together, frowning. He walked to the entrance but did not step in, seeing the wet floor. "What do you mean?"

"I don't think they enjoyed my graffiti on the gym building," you mused, recalling the strong scent of the paint spray cans. Students and teachers had to look up the English phrase you had outlined on there to understand it. It spread around the school like wildfire before you were forced to paint over it.

I got an F and a C and I got a K too and the only thing that's missing is a bitch like U.

You even left the period for proper grammar.

"Your shirt is untucked."

You flipped up the bottom of your white dress shirt and flashed him your red bra. Jungkook jerked his head away quickly, trying to avoid looking. His eyes lingered anyway, because, of course, he was a teenager and you were well-educated in the stages of puberty. Not really because of school.

Mostly because of the internet.

"Oops," you purred, leaning against the mop handle. His eyes flickered to your face and your tongue curled around the edge of your upper lip before disappearing into your mouth.

Jungkook's ears and cheeks turned red. He backed up, away from the door.

You cocked your chin.

"Run along now, golden boy."

You let the coldness show now, tone dropping.

"Wouldn't want someone to see you talking to me, right?" you snarled.

Guilt clouded his features.

He ran.

You went back to mopping.

-

time left: 11:37

Your clients usually wanted very specific things from you. Glamor, first and foremost. Fantasy. They wanted to descend into hell, or at least feel that way. It's not cheating if you're not touching, they loved to say. They were usually old, wealthy, and surprisingly respectful of the craft.

Not so much you, but the craft.

Well, that's what the bodyguards were for.

There was something about a woman who lived in shadow that was appealing and enticed all the worst behaviors. Alcohol was usually involved, a depressant to the mind and stimulant to sin.

Taehyung had given you free reign.

"Go off. Do whatever you want."

It began with Sweet Dreams, but not just any sweet dreams. Sweet dreams with a grating, smoked growl, darker with guitars and low bass, a remix with longer instrumental parts. They saw the black ostrich feathers and glowing dark crystals first, followed by your haunting movements and feline predatory grace.

“Travel the world and the seven seas, everybody's looking for something...”

You could see him through the vanes of the feathers, jaw dropped, trying to take it in. Unlikely he recognized the singer. Marilyn Manson wasn't exactly who people thought of when burlesque was involved.

Ah, but the pain and agony in that voice was exactly what you wanted to convey.

"Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to be used by you..."

You lowered the fan, smirk on your lips. Tipped your head back, letting the diamonds on the choker catch the light, swaying to the movement of the music. There was smoke creeping down the sides of the curtains, adding to the strangeness of it all, as if one was stepping into another world. You turned your wrists inward, feathers gliding over your body, pulling back slowly, tongue tracing your lips.

The tip lingered at the edge of your upper lip and slid back in as you lowered your lashes.

“I want to use you and abuse you…”

You transferred one of the fans to your left hand, careful to place them so it looked like one massive fan. You swept it over your head, grazing your hair, covering part of your back.

“I want to know what's inside you…”

You knew the easiest and most elegant way to flick off the cape, pulling the fan back as it cascaded down, stroking your torso and catching onto your ass.

A deliberate flick of your hips and it fell off, revealing your form.

You looked back over your shoulder and found those brown eyes, frozen in his seat.

You could hear some boisterous whistles and cheers but you focused on personifying the music.

“Movin’ on…”

Every action was practiced, sharp, attentive. You were very aware of every arm movement, every line of your legs, every facial expression, every finger and every wrist flick. You commanded the stage with every step, almost lazy in facial expression, but your eyes were sharp, clear of all your surroundings.

You cocked an eyebrow, hiding behind your fans again.

The art of tease was not something you took lightly.

Your hand slid down, visible against the dark fabrics and sparkling crystals, long fingers spreading out.

Two slid between your legs, pushing the fabric in, outlining your pussy.

The delicate but forceful thrust of your hips, implying that perhaps, maybe, if one was lucky, they could have it.

All lies.

Your hand danced back up, unhooking your skirt and tossing it aside. A smooth, practiced motion, glistening as it tumbled through the air. Your stagehand caught it, hidden in the dark, the same one that had collected your cape from the floor earlier. No one noticed.

All eyes were on you.

You closed the fan slowly, lowering it, tracing the inside of your thigh.

Gazing at Jeon Jungkook under your lashes.

“Sweet dreams…”

Your slim tongue slid out from between your painted lips.

Slow, curling around the edge of your upper lip before disappearing into your mouth.

Taehyung had met you by chance. He had been invited to a fancy dinner party and you were the guest performance. That was your opium stage, with the green bed and white smoke, long robes and snake motifs. Writhing on the bedsheets, slithering, serpentine. The deliberate plucking of each finger from the long black opera gloves before pulling it off with one smooth motion, mining a moan as you tossed it aside. One, then the other. Then the stockings, holding it by the toe and leaning over the edge of the bed, raising your bent leg and pulling it over your shoulder, ass in the air. One and then the other. Your head tipped back, unlacing the corset, paying attention to your body line.

Nothing but pure seduction.

The host decided to hold a drawing for a private show, just for fun, and, lo and behold Kim Taehyung's luck, clutching the called-out number and pushed into a dark room with you.

He had looked from the two bodyguards to you, uneasy.

You had climbed into his lap.

"W-Wait, I thought I couldn't t-touch..."

"You can't."

Young money was starting to take over and thank God for that, because private dancing for old, entitled men was rather annoying and required the presence of the guards. A young man winning was just as lucky for you as it was for him. You never, ever allowed any of the men to touch you.

You touching someone, well, that was your choice.

When you tilted your head, you shifted your torso too, making the green and clear crystals on your silk robes catch the light, fluid and serpentine, hair cascading down your shoulder.

"Unless you want me to get off you."

Taehyung had stared into your eyes, tipsy and in awe of your movement.

"No."

He had placed his hands behind his back, baritone voice deep and heavy in anticipation.

"You can do whatever you want."

Now.

The song was changing.

You turned ninety degrees, balancing on the fans, bent over, staring into Jungkook's eyes.

Did you know?

You straightened slowly, turning your back to the crowd.

Reached back and undid the corset with one hand, slowly loosening the strings.

"I'm a kickstand in your mouth and I'm the tongue slamming on the brakes..."

Looked back and shook your ass, bending over again, tangling your fingers in the black cord as if you were trapped, strategic and deliberate, making eye contact with him, the one from long ago, class representative and all that. Still had that same handsomeness when he was dressed up, wearing an all-black suit, tailored and fitted. You could see his hand was tattooed, and he had a brow piercing, but still the same air of uncertainty when his eyes were on you. Whether that was simply the performance or because he recognized you remained to be seen.

You stood up and the corset slid down your legs, so heavy that it was a smooth motion.

You stepped out of it, flashing the iconic red soles.

The fans fell to the floor.

The ladder was set up.

You strode around the large martini glass, slow, long steps, all legs and ass, poised hands, and over-the-shoulder glances, promises unfulfilled.

"Don't want anyone else's hand on my gears..."

You placed a hand on the stem of the stage prop, lifting your leg and plucking off one Louboutin. You cast it aside. Then the other, keeping yourself balanced in tiptoe to maintain the illusion.

A lull in the music.

You toyed with the top of your stocking, loosening it.

“And I'll choke on all the diamonds…”

Leaned down, gripping the toe of the stocking. Balancing on one leg and leaning against the two-meter-tall martini glass, lifting your leg and bending your knee, tugging it off with one smooth motion, pulling up until it popped off your pointed toe.

Now the other.

"So ask yourself before you get in, know insurance won't cover this..."

Parted lips, lowered lashes, raw, sensual lust as the sheer fabric slid off your calf and foot.

"Are you the rabbit or the headlight?"

Guitars and bass, the music lulling at this part, accenting your actions.

Up the ladder.

The giant glass had water in it, complete with a sponge that looked like an ice cube.

You reached the top.

You traced the lip of the glass with your fingertips, bending over, cleavage and black diamonds, smirking.

Slid one leg in.

Cold.

Slid the other leg in.

Down, soaking yourself in the glittering water, tongue flickering, staring down at Jeon Jungkook.

"And is there room in your life... for one more breakdown?"

Now the real show was beginning, with a longer remixed version of Are you the Rabbit? as the backing music.

-

time left: --:--

You kissed him and he took more.

Not right away.

Slowly, with every detention.

First, it was just kisses.

You danced your fingertips on his arm and he shifted his body so it was over his chest. There wasn't much talking. Unbuttoning, yes. He was ashamed, so he didn't talk. You didn't need talking. No one was around except the janitors and they were cleaning the other wing of the school.

You knew. You served a lot of detentions.

Jeon Jungkook reached over and teased a button loose from your dress shirt, shivering.

He looked into your eyes.

You took his hand and lowered it to the next button.

He knew he shouldn't.

You scraped your chair across the floor and pressed your thigh against his, fingers gliding under his button placket, soft moan falling from your lips.

He didn't know what hit him.

He didn't know you caused trouble on purpose to stay late at school to avoid the war zone that awaited you at home. He didn't know that you were so starved for something that wasn't senseless reprimands that you were manipulating him. You didn't know either.

You only knew this was a different feeling than anger or pain, so you threw yourself in it.

Jungkook unbuttoned your school shirt and touched your skin as you touched his, breath catching in his throat as he came into contact with the softness.

The sun was setting.

Your head was tilting, placing your lips on his, sweet and intense, his fingers clumsy but gentle, curious at what was being offered, gasping as you crawled into his lap, hardness to heat.

There was no talking.

You lowered the straps of your bra, trapping your arms slightly, tugging it down. Not thinking about the consequence, not thinking that this was wrong, not thinking you shouldn't be doing this with the class representative who very clearly did not suffer from the same discourse you did.

Jungkook gasped, staring at your nipples with wide eyes.

Unlikely that he had ever seen any in real life and doubtful that he had ever thought it would be in this context of being stuck in detention with the class delinquent. It didn’t matter. He touched them first, hands on your breasts, and then looked up, startled, unsure.

Neither of you spoke.

You grabbed his fingers and made him pinch them as you kissed him, stifling your moan with his.

To be honest, you didn't even know if you liked that sort of thing.

It just seemed shocking, so you did it.

It sent sparks all over your skin and made you bounce in his lap, grinding down on his erection. The kisses were messy with too much tongue that did nothing, clearly done to avoid talking, his hands kneading and squeezing your breasts, a little too hard, but he didn't know. You had to grip his hand and loosen his hold, getting him to adjust pressure until it was a more comfortable.

Until it was pleasurable.

He broke the kiss suddenly and lowered his head, attaching his wet lips to your nipple.

Pain.

You whimpered and his touch softened to small licks, looking up at you for confirmation.

You nodded.

-

time left: 11:29

You picked up the ice cube sponge and drenched your front with cascading water again, gasping at the cold against your hot skin. It seeped into the crystal-covered bra, causing your nipples to harden.

"You can't escape, can't escape..."

You tipped your head, arching your back, gracefully leaning, unfolding your legs from under you and keeping them together as you raised them to the lip of the martini glass, delicately crossing at the ankles, toes pointed.

You spun on your ass, leaning back.

"All your demons, all you demons..."

Slow, flourishing.

Eyes on Jungkook the entire time.

"Watch out, watch out for your lovers..."

You stopped gradually, running your widespread fingers up your hips, your stomach, your breasts, touching everything, tracing the black diamonds on your neck. It was vanity, it was enviable, it was performance.

And every performance was a statement of lust.

It was the instrumental now. A friend had mixed this part for you, violins and piano bleeding into the original guitar and bass, slow and steady drums, a peculiar but mesmerizing blend of classical and rock.

You rose from the water, a few wet strands of hair sticking to your cheeks, but it only added to the elegant depravity.

Your nails, pointed, black, and covered in small gems, traced your cleavage, your flexible pink tongue dancing in the air, skin covered in glitter from the shimmering water, nearly blinding in the spotlight from your crystalline undergarments and glistening wet body. Most of the time, you would wear nipple covers. The fun ones with the cute tassels or the crystal-covered ones.

But this time.

You looked straight at Jungkook and formed his name with your lips.

This time, you had a message to send.

You unclasped your bra and revealed your bare nipples.

You saw Jungkook gasp, eyes widening.

Your stagehand came and you dropped the article of clothing over the edge, practiced and clean.

You picked up the ice cube and got on your knees, exquisite body line and open red lips, squeezing the sponge and drenching your front with rivers of water that followed your curves and dripped off your hard nipples.

Your body sparkled all over.

-

time left: --:--

He whispered your name against your skin, your nipples tingling and drenched in his saliva.

A clatter was heard down the hall.

You both scrambled to put your clothes on. He didn't wait for you to finish. He simply bolted from the room when he was dressed, leaving you there by yourself to somehow explain why you were in detention alone.

"He went to the bathroom," you drawled when the janitor asked. You were leaning on the two back legs of the chair and he scolded you to sit properly.

Jungkook didn't come back.

You went home after you had stayed for the time you were meant to be there.

Then the mop incident occurred.

You two never spoke outside of detention. Made it a point not to. You avoided him for that whole month. Skipped class, sure, but you always skipped class. The teachers didn’t bother to punish you for that anymore. You didn’t fight anyone though. Didn’t spray any more obscene phrases onto brick walls. Didn’t do anything to compound your month-long cleaning punishment.

After that was complete, well.

The next time you were alone with Jungkook, your lower lip was clotted with blood and you had strangled some girl who said some dumb shit. Something about you being a sloppy slut for your untucked shirt and short skirt. It didn’t really matter. The words didn’t really bother you. You just wanted to fight.

Needed to fight.

You had clamped your hand around her throat and dug your nails into her skin and refused to let go until security came and literally pried your fingers from her neck.

She had turned purple and was bleeding from multiple cuts.

You sat in the back, not looking at Jungkook when he came into the classroom. They always picked days when he wasn’t doing club activities like soccer or taekwondo.

Ah, no, that was a lie.

You always picked days to cause the most trouble when Jungkook didn’t have club activities.

Neither of you said anything. He sat in the front of the room and opened his textbook to work on something. Homework, probably. That’s what he always did. He wasn’t good at it, but it didn’t really matter. He still tried to be at least mildly diligent about it for the sake of education.

You had a stack of remedial work and you didn’t touch it.

You always did homework at home to occupy yourself. That seemed to be the one thing that stopped your parents from… doing the things they did. When the night was bad, you would get slapped or pinched, but that wasn’t the same as the thrown dishes, lashes with the rod, or being ordered to do things in unreasonable timeframes to receive some creative, twisted punishment.

You skipped class to sleep.

You parents didn’t like it when you slept. They found it to be a sign of weakness and laziness.

You did so much remedial work that you were actually knowledgeable at the subjects from doing all the deep diving and expansion on difficult topics. You were also good at taking tests. You felt no pressure during exams. Exams were much easier than crawling on your knees and pulling up your shirt to get belted.

Good grades were the only reason you weren’t suspended or expelled yet.

You stared at your desk.

“I’m… sorry.”

Your eyes shifted upward. Your head didn’t move. Jungkook had turned his body to you, chewing on his lower lip, brown eyes shifting under his dark hair.

“About…”

“Slobbering all over my tits and running away?” you replied coldly.

His ears turned red; expression clouded with shame. It was ugly. It made his handsome features ugly and you didn’t like that. You raised your head, cocking an eyebrow. You leaned back in your chair, lifting it and balancing on the two back legs.

“I don’t give a shit,” you scoffed. You saw him stiffen at your vulgar language. “Why should I give a fuck? You’re just like the rest of them, golden boy. You think I’m a dirty slut and a good-for-nothing waste of space. You’re probably happy that I’m so easy and fuckin’ ecstatic that you got to touch a girl.”

You weren’t being fair. You were being mean, destructive, hurtful.

That how it was then.

You saw Jungkook swallow and shake his head.

“I don’t think that.”

You snorted. “Sure. That’s why you’re sitting that far away from me.”

His eyes flickered to you, narrowing a little. You spread your legs and put your hands behind your head, leaning back, creaking and scarping the chair against the floor. Your lip hurt. The security guard had slipped while trying to untangle you and elbowed your snarling mouth, causing you to bite your own lip and slice it open. He hadn’t apologized and you hadn’t asked for one.

You held his gaze.

Jungkook looked away.

You slammed the chair down onto the floor.

He jumped, startled at the loud sound.

You snatched the pile of papers in front of you and shoved them into your backpack, zipping it forcefully and standing up, school skirt swishing as you kicked the chair aside and strode powerfully to the classroom door, no longer looking at him. Veins on fire, dying on the inside for no reason at all, sick of this, sick of everyone, but especially sick of Jeon Jungkook, so sick you might throw up if you stayed.

“Hey–”

You snapped your head back, scowling over your shoulder.

“Fuck off, Jungkook. You could care less if I lived or died,” you spat, wrenching the door open.

Then you walked out.

Or would have, if Jungkook hadn’t jumped over the desks and grabbed your arm, yanking you back and slamming the classroom door closed, shoving you against it. You snarled like a wounded animal, lifting your arm to push him back, but he put his whole weight on your body, sandwiching you between the door and himself, making you gasp, trapped between dead timber and muscular hardness.

Now his face was in your face, breathing hard, dark brown orbs shaking, the mole underneath his lower lip trembling at the suddenness of his own action.

“I care,” he panted, staring into your eyes.

You narrowed them, seething.

“I care a lot.”

And he tilted his head and kissed you.

Pain shot up your lip, and you flinched with an injured hiss, causing Jungkook to back up, realizing his mistake, clutching your shoulders.

“Oh, no, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have, that was stupid, I–”

You grabbed his hips and rammed them into yours, grinding into his crotch, sucking in a breath through your teeth, his hot gasp drifting over your open mouth, shuddering at the closeness, becoming instantly hard in his pants. The tip of your tongue danced between your teeth, touching the edge of your upper lip before sliding back in, smirking as you pressed against him.

Your backpack fell to the floor.

“I want to touch you all over,” you whispered into his quivering lips. “Want to feel your skin on mine.”

He was terrified.

“Someone… someone is going to see…”

“I can take you somewhere. You trust me?”

Jungkook bit his lip, but he stepped closer to you, shuddering, his hands sliding down your shoulders, drunk on something he didn’t understand, never having encountered such intense, sensual, raw lust. Youth and impulsivity mixed together.

Both him... and you.

His eyes darted back to yours, searching for lies.

“Yeah…”

-

time left: 11:11

Your hands cradled your breasts, tweaking your nipples, legs spread, head touching the lip of the two-meter-tall martini glass.

The music ended.

The lights turned off.

The curtains closed.

Fuck, the water was cold.

-

time left: --:--

“The Literature Club always meets in that coffee shop down the block. More vibey, they like to say. They never use their club room.”

Hands fumbling, nearly ripping off your buttons, despite to touch, trying to stay silent. You had more grace though. You found it came naturally to you, sliding your hand up his chest, undoing the buttons one by one, making Jungkook pause and gasp, savoring your touch. You kissed the exposed skin, his soft whimper, don’t hurt yourself, please, and you humming soothingly, pushing his shirt out of the way. He had a warm scent to his skin, light and clean.

Too young to own expensive cologne.

He tried to reach for your shirt again, but you stopped his hand, murmuring quietly, looking at him through your lashes.

“Let me do it.”

One by one, his eyes glued to your movements, entranced. Not the best, definitely a little awkward, but the sentiment was there, and Jungkook didn’t know any better, sitting on the edge of the table in the middle of the abandoned club room.

You lowered your shoulders and your dress shirt and blazer fell onto the floor.

“It’s dirty,” he gasped, breath hitching as you pressed your body to him.

“Not as dirty as the things I want to do to you,” you purred, tracing his jaw gently, stroking his skin. Something you saw in porn but it was having its desired effect, Jungkook swallowing hard, rolling his erection into your skirt.

“Sorry I can’t kiss you.”

He shook his head. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Your eyes and his, lost in sweet dreams.

“I want to kiss you.”

You leaned forward, forehead to forehead.

“I want to kiss you all the time,” you said to his lips.

It was different, touching him. You made note of his sounds, his voice, the way he said your name, his shaking hands, the delicateness he used to remove your bra and place it on the table. He way his lips feathered over your skin, gentle at first, learned from last time, the way he fixated on your nipples, fascinated by them and the sounds you made when he touched them, watching your face as he licked them, hotly whispering to your shivering skin.

“They’re so big… And they taste good…”

You hadn’t asked, but he was telling you anyway. Or maybe rationalizing with himself.

“And they’re soft…”

His index fingers on your nipples, pushing them around, squeezing your breasts with the rest of his hand, gasping with you, mesmerized by the way you squirmed between his legs.

You unzipped his pants and he unzipped your skirt and everything was falling to the floor.

Touching everything, raising one of your legs so he could run his fingers from your thigh to shin, warm exhale against your neck, exploring.

“Your skin is so soft and smooth,” he breathed, his other arm around your waist, holding you to his chest.

“I guess…” you mumbled, suddenly uncertain in light of his praise.

The sun was setting, casting your bodies in orange glow.

“You’re really pretty.”

You glanced at him with your busted lip and raised an eyebrow. He noticed your inquiring expression and nodded, unclear whether he was assuring you or himself. He leaned in, lashes lowering, kissing the side of your lips gently.

“You are,” he sighed against your cheek.

You took his hand and shoved it into your panties.

-

time left 10:20

You looked at yourself in the mirror. Dried off now, hair and makeup redone, still wearing the black diamond choker. The show costume was now cleaned off and set aside, locked back into your luggage and escorted back to your room by one of your bodyguards.

Now you wore a slinky black dress with a low V-neck and boned bodice. The hem skimmed the floor. It had a high side slit, revealing your legs and your sleek black pumps with red soles that really were too impractical for walking, but that was the nature of glamor.

You stepped out and your other bodyguard met you, escorting you to your table.

Back to the party, but this time as a guest.

-

time left: --:--

You weren’t stupid enough to even think about losing your virginity in some abandoned club room with the class representative. You were horny, not an idiot.

Jungkook would have, but that was because he was horny and seduced.

You weren’t, however, above climbing onto the table and rubbing your clit as Jungkook kneeled over you and jacked off while watching.

“Oh, f-fuck…”

He was embarrassed, but again, too horny and seduced to care at the current moment.

You placed your left hand on his tense thigh and licked the edge of your upper lip, heart racing, skin singing, pleasure shooting up from your core, knowing what to do because you discovered self-pleasure at a very young age. It seemed wrong.

So, you explored it.

You could tell, however, that Jungkook was not as practiced. He was wincing and his knuckles were white. Nervousness? Or inexperience?

“Wait...”

You tapped his hand.

“Let me try.”

Not that you’ve ever jacked off a dick, but your right hand was wet from your own juices, so you closed your hand around his length, surprised at the warmth. Your fingertips were slick, starting off barely grazing him, ghosting over the head.

“A-a-ah…”

Your name fell from his lips in a strangely erotic, silvery moan.

It made your blood hot and your core throb.

“Shh,” you murmured quietly, rubbing his thigh. It was strong and muscular under your palm. “Cover your mouth.”

Jeon Jungkook looked very sexy with his bangs all over his forehead and his lean torso trembling, slowly placing his right hand over his lips with a soft whimper. Not that you had seen many naked bodies in real life, but you had seen enough porn and he looked much more attractive than those guys.

You stroked him slowly, slicking your pussy juices over his length.

He groaned behind his hand, thrusting his hips into yours.

“Faster?” you whispered.

He nodded quickly and you obeyed.

“Harder?”

Nod, nod, nod. Your grip tightened.

Surreal, jacking off the class representative above your mostly naked body, still wearing your fucking shoes because it didn’t make much sense to take them off.

“Do you want to cum on my tits?” you asked, the sudden idea popping in your head.

Jungkook’s eyes widened at your suggestion. His cock twitched in your hand. You gradually sped up, building the intensity as you waited for his answer. He peeled off a few fingers and shuddered, barely able to croak out his words.

“I… c-couldn’t… do that to you…” he moaned, pitch hiking with pleasure.

“Cover your mouth,” you hissed.

He clamped his palm onto his mouth and panted, nostrils flaring, eyes glazing over, legs shaking.

“Sure you can, Jungkook,” you continued sweetly, as if you hadn’t just scolded him. “You want to, don’t you?”

His eyes seemed panicked. He didn’t know whether he wanted to or not. Had he never thought about it? Or did he think the act was too dirty to do, an act that was purely reserved for porn stars?

“Look at me.”

He did. Jungkook looked down at you, whole torso trembling, pupils blown out.

You gazed back at him, lowering your voice, smooth, silky, gentle.

“You want to cum on my tits, Jungkook?”

The orange sunset lit up his face and his eyes, reflecting the lust and trust in them.

He nodded.

You slid down a little, tiptoes touching the floor, one hand on his thigh, rubbing the tenseness out as you fixed your other arm, pumping him faster, harder, following the sounds of his voice and the shivering of his skin. Later in life, you would look back on that moment and realize you didn’t have good rhythm, and your arm had been burning, causing your grip to weaken.

It didn’t really matter though, because suggesting that Jungkook could orgasm on your tits took him literal seconds to explode all over you.

“Oh, fuck–”

He choked, pitching forward, smashing the head of his cock into your right nipple and making you wince, spilling hot streams of sticky white cum all over your breast, your hand pushing it to the side, gasping at the scent, feeling his stiff length twitch and jerk in your cleavage, dribbling out more all over your skin. He lost strength in his legs, sliding down and groaning loudly, rubbing the tip in his own slick cum, smearing it everywhere.

“Shhh, damnnit!”

You clapped your left hand over his moaning mouth, half-crushed by his weight, his balls touching your cum-covered skin and sending Jungkook into another fit of wanton whines, your fingers tightly gripping his cheeks to try and get him to shut the fuck up.

You lifted your right hand, seeing his release glistening off it.

You licked your palm.

A little bitter, somewhat salty, very strong and masculine.

You liked it.

-

time left: 10:00

“You ready to meet her?”

“What…? N-No.”

Kim Taehyung chuckled, grabbing Jeon Jungkook’s arm, dragging him along.

“Come on.”

The thing was…

Jungkook was pretty sure he knew this woman.

He wasn’t sure how or why, but he just did. He knew her somehow. It wasn’t the same body. This one was fuller, more womanly, long legs and sophistication. It couldn’t be, he thought. He was being dragged to the table with the lone woman and the two men in dark suits and sunglasses standing behind her, her chin resting on her palm, tongue flickering out between red lips.

This face.

Not a teenager anymore.

Elegant and stylish with a hint of mischief.

It can’t be.

Her tongue touched the edge of your upper lip and slid back in, slowly.

Taehyung forced him into the chair in front of her.

“Good evening. You’re the star of the party, aren’t you?” she purred.

Smooth, silky, gentle.

“The golden boy, one might say.”

Her name left his lips before he could stop it, shock and awe.

It wasn’t the name she used on stage. It was her real name emitted from his lips, the same name he uttered that day in the abandoned literature club room, struggling with the tiny pack of leftover tissues he kept in his schoolbag to wipe off her chest, stuttering, apologizing, saying he didn’t know how to reciprocate, and her hand gripping his shoulder, telling him to shut up and worry about it later because they had to get the fuck out of here since it was dark already.

And now.

She smiled at him.

“Hello, Jungkook.”

-

time left: --:--

They snuck around and it was euphoria.

Even now, Jungkook didn't know why he did it. It seemed dangerous and ill-advised. She was the class delinquent, after all. She knew all the empty classrooms no one ever used, the side closets, the forgotten halls. She even knew the usual paths the janitors and security guards used and the time they spent in those areas of the school. They would hide behind corners and dash past, holding their breath, light steps, leaping from shadow to shadow, bodies close, breath mixing.

They didn't even talk during school hours.

He saw her sometimes, in the hallways.

Untucked shirt and skirt too short, not looking at anyone, wandering about.

He never noticed before, but everyone avoided being in her path.

On the days after school when he didn't have club activities, he would find himself standing in front of the abandoned literature club door and opening it. She would be laying down in the table, legs dangling over the edge, staring out the window. She would sit up and they'd run around.

And she would touch him.

And he would touch her.

"Stop that, I'm not a stress ball."

"Ah, slow down."

"Jungkook..."

It was the weirdest feeling, touching someone like that.

Thinking about now, he realized how patient she was with him. Occasionally, he'd be too overzealous and discomfort flashed in her eyes, but she didn't snap at him outright, didn't put him down when she could have. She knew all the words to do so. But she didn't. She just sighed and put up with it. She didn't fight anymore, because she was spending all her time with him.

There were no more detentions, because after hours was now reserved for touching.

Jungkook would catch her smiling sometimes, when she thought he wasn't looking. The first time was when he was putting his shirt back on and her face was reflected in the window.

She was gazing at his back, smiling.

He had never seen her smile like that, ever.

It always disappeared when she caught him looking at her face.

"What?"

"Nothing."

Every time, only through reflection – mirrors, windows, a polished beaker in the science lab. His body pressed against the window, gasping at the coldness of the glass, worried that someone would see even though they were on the third floor of the back building and no one was going to come here, but he never said it because her reflection was smiling at him, her hands sliding up his body, and it made him speechless, seeing that smile. A smile those lips only made when she was with him.

It was his smile.

Her mouth on his neck, kisses and licks, setting his skin on fire, the kind of sensuality that only came with undeniable attraction.

It wasn't until after her that he realized how easy it had been to tell her things, small things, simple things. Things he didn't even realize he said until he felt her shiver a little in his arms, eyes shifting away from him, pink tinge to her cheeks.

"I like the way you sound."

"Your hands are beautiful."

"I like looking into your eyes."

Little by little, though.

She skipped class more and more.

He found bruises on her sometimes.

"I fell down the stairs. It's nothing."

He found welts.

"Stupid fight with some dumbass."

He found a criss-cross pattern of cuts on her leg.

"I tried to jump over a fence and fucked up."

Jungkook would look into her eyes and realize they were lies.

She would scoff. "I'm just a dumbass."

"No."

And he would kiss her and kiss her until she shoved him away and told him he was being weird.

One time, before he was about to leave, she asked him a question.

"What do you want to do, Jungkook?"

"Huh?"

She snickered. "As a job. You know, when you become an adult."

He frowned. "I don't know. I want to create things. I think it would be cool to tell stories. But I don't know if I have enough imagination for that... or know the words to say what I want..."

"Films, then."

"Huh?"

A small smirk. "Movies, dork. Make movies."

He blinked slowly. "O... oh."

When Jungkook looked into her eyes, he realized he didn't want to look away. "What about you?"

She smiled.

The only time she smiled in front of him.

And it was a lie.

He could tell, because it didn't reach her eyes, his favorite feature of her face.

"I might not make it there."

She turned and walked away from him.

He never saw her again.

She never came back to school. Nobody seemed to notice and, when they did, students and teachers alike seemed relieved. Jungkook had no one to talk to about his sudden emptiness, because she had been his accidental secret, his little taste of heaven turned hell because she never came back. The eventual rumors said that she had done something very bad and was sent away.

It was only then that Jungkook realized how happy he had been and how he never told her.

There was no reason to dwell on it. In retrospect, it didn't even last that long. He hadn't even fully lost his virginity to her. But time after time, relationship after relationship, smile after smile, he realized he missed the moments, the sneaking around, the touches, the look into the window and her genuine smile as she looked at his back.

He never found a smile like that one.

He accepted that he never would.

Settled for a fun girl who made him laugh and laughed at his awkward jokes and accepted that was enough, that he shouldn't chase ghosts, should try to find what ultimately was dangerous, ill-advised, and...

It wasn't love, right?

I want to kiss you all the time.

Jungkook didn't know why, but every time he remembered those words, he wanted to cry.

-

time left: 09:55

This smile, too, was fake.

“Hello, Jungkook.”

This isn’t real, right?

“Did you enjoy the show?” she, his ghost, asked, tilting her head, foxy smile on those lips, more of a smirk, teasing and sculptural. Those eyes were guarded, eyes that he thought he knew well, but there were walls between him and her now, walls he found himself banging his fists against, sudden panic and anxiousness at the moment, abruptly slamming his hands on table and scraping his chair back, throwing his body aside.

She looked at him.

For a single second, they were in high school again and they were in that abandoned literature club room, her on the table, waiting for him.

Jungkook ran.

He ran away from the table and left her there.

-

time left: 09:52

You watched him go.

-

time left: 08:27

You threw your glass into the hotel wall and screamed.

Screamed at the top of your lungs, screamed so loud it felt like your eardrums burst, screamed in agony and loss, the crystal shattering as it hit the wall, cracking and spilling the whiskey within all over the paint and onto the floor.

Then, silence.

You panted, staring at the mess, feeling the floor rock under you. You had a private room on the yacht, considering you were the entertainment. If they were paying for you, you made them pay for room and board too, and that was no exception with Kim Taehyung, the one who hired you. After all, there was no reason not to have some fun, right?

The door opened and your two bodyguards entered, saying your name gently.

“Is something wrong?”

His voice was deep, compassionate. He could tell from your stance that it wasn’t an outward influence, but an inward one. You were breathing hard, staring at the broken glass and the alcohol, mind racing, throat dry, despair threatening.

“I’m fine,” you replied shakily.

You were still dressed in your long gown, black, slinky, sexy, still wearing your black diamond choker, still wearing your Louboutins, the epitome of style and class.

Still.

You dropped to your knees and began to crawl to the glass, a child again.

“I’ll clean it up…”

Your voice was cracking.

In two steps, long legs crossed the room and a strong hand grabbed your shoulder, stopping you.

“Let Seokjin do it.”

The world was very small now, just you and the fallen glass, small and tiny and condensed, screaming, pain, memories flashing in your mind, your hands bleeding as you picked up the broken glass, surrounded by it on all sides, flinching as multiple glasses were thrown at the wall, showering you with shards and alcohol, the stink of blood and drink surrounding you. You barely registered the other bodyguard bending over with a towel, sweeping up the shards, because you were trapped in that night, that night after asking Jeon Jungkook what he wanted to do for a living, coming back to a house full of hate and rage, harshly questioning where you’ve been, slapping you across the face, threatening that they were going to withdraw you from the school because clearly you didn’t need it, a flood of blood in your mouth as your teeth sliced the inside of your cheek.

I might not make it there.

The hand was holding your shoulder, holding you back, but your mind was throwing you to the wolves.

You almost screamed again.

You did scream that night, clutching handfuls of glass, driving them into those accusing faces, driving them over and over into those faces that used you as their punching bag for years and years, slashing them up, tearing up skin and flesh, dying on the inside, because the only thing that kept you alive was Jeon Jungkook and those touches.

Did you mean them?

Even now, you didn’t know.

Did you just chase them because they felt real?

Even now, you didn’t know.

I want to kiss you all the time.

They sent you to correctional school, which was really just a nice way to say jail for children.

Your name, spoken softly, two hands on your shoulders now, pulling you away from the scene of Kim Seokjin cleaning up your mess, forcing you to look away and at him instead, sunglasses removed now, deep brown eyes bringing you back to the present.

“N… Namjoon…?”

He smiled at you. “Yeah, it’s me.”

You almost looked away again, but he held your cheeks, not letting you.

“What’s my full name?” His tone was stern, but grounded.

“K… Kim Namjoon.”

“And yours?”

Your voice didn’t hesitate this time.

He smiled. When Namjoon smiled, his dimples showed and his normally stone-face expression changed, becoming bright and serene. He lowered his hands, holding one out to you.

“Come on now. You don’t belong on the floor like this.”

You took his hand, swallowing hard. One leg, then the other. With each passing second, you fell back into your grace, breathing out, slow, controlled. Namjoon held your hand tightly, not letting go. They both had training in psychology, for threats.

Not all threats were outward threats.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t been like that in a while,” you exhaled evenly, shaking your head. “I didn’t think…”

“Seeing someone from your past can do that.”

Seokjin walked up to you, black-haired and sunglasses removed as well, brown eyes softening as he neared, wiping off his hands. He was only slightly shorter than Namjoon, but possibly more handsome, with even fuller lips and a symmetrical face. Namjoon had slightly lighter hair, cut shorter, and he was the stoic one, whereas Seokjin was the one who spoke when pleasantries were required.

“Ah…”

You frowned.

“It was just a high school fling. Nothing serious.”

Namjoon raised an eyebrow. Seokjin snorted.

“Right. Do you think we don’t have eyeballs? We do. Two of them, in fact,” Seokjin remarked coolly, rolling his. “Two on two people, making four, and all four eyeballs saw the way you and him looked at each other, not to mention your sudden interest in bachelor parties and working at a lower base rate for literally no reason whatsoever.”

You cleared your throat, eyes narrowing. “Taehyung’s a friend.”

“Taehyung’s an airhead you bonked because old men don’t have virility,” Namjoon pointed out.

“You should just hook up with Taehyung again instead of bachelor boy. He seemed like a damn virgin.”

Namjoon elbowed Seokjin in the ribs and the older man winced, giving him a ‘what-the-fuck-was-that-for’ look. Namjoon rolled his eyes, as if to say, ‘isn’t-it-fucking-obvious-bro’ and Seokjin’s expression remained confused.

“Huh?”

“I wasn’t… going to hook up with him.”

Now they both gave you the ‘stop-bullshitting’ face.

You sighed, about to run your fingers through your hair, but stopped when your realized it was still styled. You lowered your hand, not wanting to disturb it. “He’s getting married. I wasn’t going to do anything.”

“That’s a lie.”

Your eyes flickered up to Namjoon. He shrugged.

“It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to realize you don’t want him to get married. Maybe only because you want to wreck it. Maybe to make his life miserable. Maybe because you love him.”

“I don’t love him,” was your instant reply.

Seokjin seemed to have a lightbulb moment and plunked his fist in his palm. “Oooooooh.”

You narrowed your eyes. Namjoon sighed. “Okay, you don’t.”

A knock on the door.

-

time left: 07:59

Jeon Jungkook was throwing up in the bathroom.

His hands were flat on the wall and the toilet was swaying. Of course, it was. He was on a boat. He heaved again and hurled into the bowl, mind swimming.

“Dude, the fuck was your problem? Why did you run like that? I know she wasn’t mean to you. That’s not like her. You know, if you asked, you could have fucked her. She’s a burlesque dancer! It would have been amazing. One last hurrah before you commit single suicide. But, no, you fucking booked it like a cockroach when the lights turn on. Hah,” Kim Taehyung, his best man, had scolded him, shaking his head. “Eh, fine, whatever. Let’s just get wasted them. I can’t believe you would do that. She came here as a favor to me, dude. I wanted you to have a really good time tonight. She’s one of the coolest people I’ve ever met or fucked.”

“You fucked her?” Jungkook had sputtered.

Taehyung had raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, once. Was fuckin’ sick. She’s a banger.”

He had drunk so much. Why, he didn’t know. He flushed the toilet, coughing. His blazer was gone. He had no idea where it was. His sleeves were rolled up and his shirt half-unbuttoned. It was so damn hot. Where was his tie? No idea. His brain was a jumbled mess.

His chest hurt too.

Jungkook stumbled out of the stall, pushing his long black hair back and away from his face. It was a one-person bathroom, but the toilet was in a separate area. Probably for sanitary reasons. He clutched the sink, running the water, staring at his reflection.

His own face looked back at him, silver brow piercing gleaming in the harsh overhead light, his skin pale and lips shiny from vomiting.

Were there walls in his eyes too?

He cupped some water and rinsed out his mouth, spitting it out. Ugh, the taste was disgusting. He kept doing it, splashing his face, trying to clear his head. He didn’t really remember what he did or what happened. It was all a blur. It was very late now, but the party was still going. After the burlesque show, there were musical acts, and, at the moment, a DJ was tearing it up.

He should be out there.

Jungkook knew this and yet the thought of going back out there was making him sick again.

He looked back to the mirror, his face dripping water. He wasn’t a teenager anymore either. He was older now, cheek fat gone, turned into an angled jaw. Dark circles under his eyes from long nights. His life after high school was university and filmmaking, spending all his spare time creating his films from the ground up, from casting to storyboarding to finding film locations to the actual shooting and editing and production. As he got better at it, more people became involved and he had help, attending film festivals and showcasing his work despite his young age. Met lots of cool people.

Met his future wife, a reasonable union, but not a replacement for his broken heart.

His brows furrowed.

What kind of thought was that?

True, they both came to an agreement that it made sense to get married. They liked each other enough, everyone said they looked nice together, and there wasn’t any reason not to, right? And starting a family would be good for her career too. She could transition to that kind of lifestyle content after a couple years of marriage. They would figure that out when the time came, buy a nice place to live, have maybe one or two children, housewife and working husband.

And she wasn’t going to come back to him anyway.

Except she did.

Jungkook breathed out.

“What are you doing?” he said to his reflection, but his reflection only repeated the question back to him.

The class delinquent and the class representative.

“That was a long time ago,” he said to himself. “Those kinds of things don’t matter anymore.”

In his mind, her smile appeared in the mirror, because she only smiled at him when she thought he didn’t see. His smile. The smile she reserved for him. The smile when she looked at his back, the smile when her hands traced his torso, her breath on his skin, murmuring his name, wonderment and desire, putting up with his clumsiness and overzealous touch, things he continued to do after her with other people, and yet it never felt…

“It never felt the same,” he whispered.

His fingertips were touching the mirror, the place where his mind had conjured her smile.

“I thought it was only because you were my first.”

He thought of the woman on stage hours before, that beautiful face shrouded by ostrich feathers and painted with makeup, immaculate body lines and sensual movement, and it was like no time had passed at all, because she had always been like that, naturally sensual and erotic, teasing and sculptural. Untucked shirt and short skirt or crystal undergarments, it didn’t matter.

“You were always like that, weren’t you?”

She wasn’t there.

His fingertips lowered from the mirror. His black hair was damp from pushing it away from his face with wet hands. Lots of people told him he was good-looking. Handsome. Attractive. But he couldn’t move like that, like how she did on stage. He was better behind the camera. That was where he had always been. The director, the class representative.

And now, she, the class delinquent, was the main stage, all cameras and eyes on her.

He shook his head.

“You’re better off now. Look at you. Wearing beautiful clothes and followed by bodyguards. I bet you have a really nice guy waiting for you at home, wherever that is for you.”

He couldn’t see her face, couldn’t conjure it in his mind’s eye anymore. He wouldn’t be able to see it anyway, mostly because his vision was suddenly blurry.

“I hope you’re happy, because a long time ago, you made me really happy.”

He wiped his eyes, smiling at his reflection. It didn’t reach his eyes, because his eyes were full of tears.

His smile was a lie.

“I should have told you that I love you, but I didn’t know. I know now.”

A knock on the door.

-

time left 07:22

“I’m so sorry he’s a dork, I don’t know what got into him, I swear you’re not ugly, you’re super sexy, like, impossibly sexy, god, he’s such a fucking idiot, I should have convinced him to whip his dick out or somethin’, I thought he’d get the hint, you know, I bet he’s good in bed, have you seen him, he’s real fit, works out a ton, a muscle pig, haha, yeah…”

“Taehyung, how did you get so drunk?”

You sighed as you hurried after Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon who were both carrying Kim Taehyung, one arm on each of their broad shoulders, the brown-haired man babbling the entire time. He showed up at your door, maybe by chance, maybe by knocking on every single room until he got to yours, who knew, but he had clearly been looking for you, bursting in when he saw you, pushing past Seokjin, nearly making you trip on your Louboutins, spouting nonsense about Jeon Jungkook, apologizing profusely for his friend, not listening to you saying that it was perfectly fine.

The three of your concluded it would be best to bring Taehyung back to his friend, but Taehyung would not leave without you, saying he didn’t want to be left with the ‘big-scary-dudes-with-massive-shoulders’. Namjoon and Seokjin had stared at each other, pointing to themselves sin disbelief, sharing a ‘we’re-scary?’ expression. You had given up.

“Sure, fine, I’ll come, I was meaning to go back to the bar anyway. I don’t have to interact with him. Soekjin can do it.”

“Ah, of course. I got this!”

You were on your way back to the grand hall, when Taehyung had a declaration.

“I gotta hurl.”

Then it was a mad scramble to find a restroom, hurriedly banging on the doors. There was many single gender-neutral restrooms everywhere on the yacht, but all seemed occupied. Taehyung was rapidly turning an unpleasant shade of green, until one opened.

“Oh, hey, Jungkook. I’m gonna vomit.”

“Sorry, if you could–”

The tall man in black was shoved aside, and all three – Seokjin, Namjoon, and Taehyung – crammed themselves into the restroom, wrenching open the door to the toilet and then there was a loud retching sound.

You winced, recoiling a little. “Oh, dear.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“Guess he was trying to enjoy his night a little too much,” you chuckled, amused as you watched Seokjin rub Taehyung’s back soothingly while jerking his head back, looking incredibly perturbed. Seokjin didn’t like gross things. He was a bit of a prince like that.

“I guess.”

It suddenly occurred to you that the voice beside you was Jeon Jungkook.

He was standing right next to you.

You turned your head.

Time seemed to stop.

He almost seemed to the same, but different. He had long, black hair that was currently swept back, the sides buzzed short and ears adorned with earrings. An eyebrow piercing. Chiseled jaw and high cheekbones like a marble statue, with dark brows and shapely lips. Muscular chest, broad shoulders, slim waist, long legs. A right sleeve of ink-black tattoos, going all the way down to his hand. You could tell because his dress shirt sleeves were rolled up.

Who was the delinquent now?

Your eyes found his.

Those eyes were still the same, staring at you, entranced with your gaze.

Still the class representative everyone picked because of his good looks.

Even you voted for him, although you didn’t really care who won. You only picked him because he seemed the least qualified and you thought it would be funny if he won, because he wasn’t even trying to get the position.

Taehyung groaned and declared he was never drinking again.

“I don’t know you, but I don’t believe you,” Seokjin scoffed.

“I’m inclined to believe this isn’t your normal behavior, so don’t be too hard on yourself,” Namjoon chuckled.

Taehyung heaved again.

You noticed Jungkook’s complexion had that paleness to him too. His lips and hair were glistening with water. A droplet collected on his chin and fell to the floor.

“Two peas in a pod, huh?” you said with a smirk. “Seems like you two have the same drinking habits.”

His ears turned red, but he didn’t look away, electing instead to raise his hands and cover his ears, pretending to tuck spare strands back. “A-ah… well… I’m much better now…”

You nodded, bouncing an eyebrow. “Back to the party you go. Only to attend another one with your beloved. Maybe you both will end up in the same bathroom. Wouldn’t that be fun?” you added with a dry chuckle.

It died out quickly, for something seemed to cloud Jungkook’s eyes at your words.

“Your performance was breathtaking,” he said, changing the subject.

You bowed. “Thank you.” You lifted your head. “It was, after all, for you. I am pleased to hear you enjoyed it.”

His hands lowered. He still didn’t look away from you, ears tinted pink.

“Your movements are unreal.”

He always had beautiful eyes, even back then.

“But they always were. Now and back then.”

You were different people now though. He had someone else. You were too busy being booked to have someone else. You didn’t want someone else. After graduating correctional school, which basically meant being released from jail, you had run away before your parents could pick you up, hitchhiking until you met an older woman. She was a traveling woman, an independent one. A dancer. She stuck with you with her words and her brashness, not letting you run off on your own any longer.

Don’t be stupid. I’m not trying to control you. I’m trying to teach you. You can have any kind of life you want. You can live any way you want. But it’s no good to think that everyone is out to get you, you silly bean. You have to find some dorks to trust and have your back with things get shit. You have to have a job to sustain yourself so you can be financially secure. What do you have to lose? Why not try this?

She was a strange woman, but a wise one. One that was retiring soon and wanted a protégé to teach, for fun, for picking up her clients, it didn’t matter. She gave you a chance when you didn’t have one.

What if you live like this?

You thought, fuck it. Why not?

Wasn’t like you were going to see Jeon Jungkook again anyway.

Except he was right here.

You chuckled. “It takes a lot of practice. I’ve spent many hours tripping on my own feet, believe me.”

The side of his lips quirked upward. “I’m sure you look graceful even when you trip. You were pretty even when you were beating up upperclassmen and sulking in detention with a busted lip.”

You scoffed, shaking your head.

“I’m sorry.”

You looked back to him.

There was sharpness in your chest as you realized there was pinkness to the whites of his eyes and sadness in his voice. It was like you were back in the classroom for a moment and he was meters away from you, saying I’m sorry, but this time you were adults and he was right next to you and you didn’t know the reason why he was sorry, because there was nothing to be sorry for.

You frowned, raising an eyebrow. “About what?”

“We’re going to bring him back to his room.”

You jerked your head to Namjoon, who was carrying a now extremely unsteady Taehyung. Seokjin was nowhere to be seen. Namjoon spoke curtly, stone-faced and serious.

“Hyung went to ask for his exact room number. In the meantime, Taehyung pointed us in the general direction while he was rinsing out his mouth. It would be hazardous to leave him alone. I will assist him and rendezvous with hyung midway.”

You blinked at him. Namjoon tended to speak this way around strangers when he was putting his professional mode on. He looked from you to Jungkook, eyes narrowing, looking down at him. With his short hair and stern gaze, he was intimidating, even while holding a woozy Taehyung with a lolling head.

“I expect you to escort her back to her room safely.”

And he turned and marched off, dragging Taehyung along with him.

“Hey, you like bees? I like bees. They help flowers…”

“That they do. They’re vital for all ecosystems by aiding pollination.”

“Bees are fuckin’ lit, dude…”

You watched them go, wincing. Maybe this was better. The bodyguards were for your safety, but it wasn’t like you didn’t know how to disarm someone with your Louboutins. Also, you didn’t really want to wander around the yacht listening to Taehyung ramble about bees.

Now, you were alone with Jungkook.

You looked at him over your shoulder, the side of your lips curving upwards.

“I’ll be fine on my own. It’s only a short walk. Good night.”

You began to walk away from him, and, in turn, the classroom from back then, away from his I’m sorry, away from those eyes, away from his care, because Jeon Jungkook did not care about you. There was no reason to care about you. Those events happened a long time ago. You were different people now, grown up, living separate lives.

Changed.

No longer class representative and class delinquent.

He was about to have a wife and you were swimming with too much money you had no idea what to do with, busy planning ideas for your next performance and organizing venues for a possible tour. This was just a favor to Kim Taehyung, nothing more. It was fine to leave it like this.

It was foolish to think anything would be same.

It was time to move on.

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part ii

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masterpost

Obscenely descriptive , impeccably written, immersive with a riveting back plot. Phenomenal.

denouement, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: One moment of hesitation was all it took. One look, one bullet, red blood seeping between fingers. What was once heated passion immediately ceased and developed cold fury between you and Jeon Jungkook. But he is unavoidable. After all, you both work for the Boss. It is time for the damage to find its denouement.

warnings: rated M (18+) – reader discretion is advised: this story contains mentions of murder, minor blood and violence; strong language; angst; rough smut (fem reader, hair pulling, dry humping, nipple play, shower sex, handjob, fingering [of both holes], choking, anal sex, multiple orgasms); non-idol!AU - villians!AU - action-taker!Jungkook x jack-of-all-trades, noona!reader, ft mentions of scientist!Namjoon, hacker!Seokjin, pianist!Yoongi, strategist!Hoseok, thief!Jimin, fate reader!Taehyung

appearances and roles based on 2022 Seasons Greetings

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curtain rise damaged by john 5

"Hey, noona."

Skrrtch.

"Hello, Jungkook."

Skrrtch. Skrrtch. Skrrtch.

"Your room is ready. There's no need to stand there."

"You don't need to be like that with me... noona."

Jeon Jungkook's voice was low, alluring, and dangerous.

Skrrrrtch.

You lifted the ornate knife from the sharpening block and washed it off in the running water, cooling off the friction and the fine filings. For a full sixty seconds, it was only the sound of water, breathing, and the muffled world outside the safe house.

"Don't try to bite at things you can't chew, Jungkook," you finally replied, inspecting the knife. The silver blade shone in the low light. "You'll hurt yourself. We wouldn't want that, now, would we?"

"I just did a job where I took out six guys by myself," he retorted.

You paused.

This was sharp enough.

You turned off the water and calmly dried the blade with a nearby towel. Slid it back into its sheath, placing it in its place along with the six other blades attached to a black leather body harness. You liked to have four on each side, eight total. That was the lucky number after all.

There was an empty slot for an eighth knife.

You turned around and the eighth knife was strapped to Jeon Jungkook's chest harness.

You weren’t the type to lose things. Thievery, however, was an entirely different matter. Measured exhale. Your tongue ran over the edge of your back teeth. Festering anger. Your eyes flickered back up to his smirking face, keeping your expression neutral.

"You look sexier every time I see you, noona."

You could gut this cocky bitch with the very knife he stole from you, right now, right where he was standing, and feel fucking nothing.

You raised an eyebrow.

"Am I going to get a call instructing me to clean up after you again?"

The dark-haired man grinned. "Nah, I cleaned up after myself this time. I heard you like good boys."

You noticed the red blood on his face, pants, and baseball bat. There was still matted hair and torn scalp flesh stuck to the large nails driven halfway into the wood. You sucked in your cheek. He had walked in here like a goddamn amateur, trailing DNA.

Fucking shit.

"Give me the baseball bat."

Jungkook held it out to you.

You placed your hand on the exposed part of the wooden handle, avoiding his tattooed fingers. He was wearing a long leather sleeve to cover his inked arm. The other was left exposed due to his black sleeveless turtleneck, leaving his defined muscle on display.

His thumb touched the bottom of your hand.

A short caress.

Your eyes flashed upwards and stared at him with icy venom.

"I miss your taste," he breathed, barely moving his lips.

You pulled the handle and Jungkook let go of the baseball bat.

Wordlessly, you turned away from him and placed it in the sink behind you. It made a loud thunk as it touched the edge of the large metal sink, almost big enough to fit a person – in one piece or in pieces.

"How have you been?" he asked your back.

You ran the water, cranking it to hot, setting aside the whetstone and squatting to pick up the industrial cleaner from under the sink. You kept your tone emotionless. "Picked up Seokjin and Jimin from their on-site job earlier in the week, then tied up their loose ends. Checked on the Boss. The usual."

"How is he?"

"Recovering well after his surgery." You watched the diluted blood gush down the drain along with the bits of dead human scalp. "He asked me to stay, but I had to head here and cover your ass."

You poured the chemical mixture into the wood and metal, spinning it slowly, rendering any DNA sample useless, not that it would matter because no one was going to look here for the culprit of the death of six gang members. They were wanted by the police, they were wanted by rival gangs, and they were wanted by their unruly clientele that they recently sold poor quality drugs to. The high variation and number of suspects along with the use of such a basic and crude weapon would not lead to Jungkook, you, or the Boss. Anyone could have done it, even a passing stranger who maybe had a bad day and took it out on some poor fools in a drunken rage.

That was the point.

You and Kim Seokjin had been carefully feeding the rumors for months. You by hearsay, Seokjin by what he did best – spreading misinformation online. Surprising, but everything was online these days. The internet was a massive haystack with a lot of needles in it and Seokjin was a pro at extracting said needles. A complete computer whiz, fucking useless in the physical sense, which was why Park Jimin had to do all the suave talking and the actual stealing in the job earlier this week. Whisked the supply out from right under their noses, swapped it for the stand-in that had been carefully cultivated in Kim Namjoon’s lab.

Days passed.

Then Jeon Jungkook's job was to kill them.

There was a very specific timetable to follow. These things weren’t a simple process if the goal is to not get caught. Patience was key before taking action. Everything needed to fall into place so things could be done properly the first time. Don’t start if it was not going to be perfect, right?

Their just deserts came in the form of a baseball bat covered in nails.

Those fools really should have thought a little harder before stealing from the Boss.

"I'm glad I took you away from him," Jungkook muttered bitterly.

You rinsed off the bat and leaned it against the side of the sink to dry. Put the industrial cleaner back under the counter and got out the ammonia to spray everything down.

It smelled atrocious.

"That's why you take the jobs," you remarked dryly. "So the rest say."

"You want to do them?" he shot back.

"I did them before you."

You turned around, holding the ammonia spray, your eyes narrowing at his clenched jaw and furrowed brow.

"Then I was reallocated to maid, picking up after you lot," you spat, grip tightening on the bottle. You steeled your anger, exhaling hard. "Making sure you have a safe house and a place to go home to, only for you to walk in with blood still on you, so here I am cleaning that shit too."

You sprayed down his legs, the sharp scent of ammonia cutting through the air, harsh and vicious, destroying any viable blood sample that could be retrieved from Jungkook's black pleather pants. He recoiled, but you grabbed his chest harness with your free hand, glaring at him.

"Stand still."

Your fist pressed against his impressive pectoral muscle.

You pressed your knuckles against it, unafraid.

He sucked in a breath, around his silver lip ring on the right side of his shapely pink lips.

"I didn't think you would touch me," Jungkook whispered, voice rough and gravelly.

You breathed out.

Grip firm.

Tone like ice.

"I am supposed to take care of you. That's what the Boss said."

Jungkook's dark brown eyes widened, the dried blood on his skin moving with it. He was cut up a little, on his nose and temple. Still bleeding slightly, right above his right eyebrow piercing.

"Yoongi-hyung said that?"

You ignored him.

Sprayed down his pants, front and back, especially the right calf where there was a significant amount. So sloppy. Did no one care for neatness these days? Disappointing. You let go of him to place the spray bottle back under the sink. Pulled out gloves and a rag that you would soak with gasoline later and burn in an abandoned oil barrel in a completely different neighborhood where the homeless liked to gather and warm up.

You had to think about all these details, do all these things to make sure Jungkook would remain in the shadows where he belonged.

It stank.

The waterproof polyvinyl chloride in the material would prevent his skin from being irritated by the chemicals. You waited a few moments before beginning to scrub it off. The residual blood came off readily.

"You injured?" you asked curtly.

"No."

You didn't bother to look up at his face, focusing instead on making sure none of the solution from his pants touched the concrete floor.

"I–"

"Don't give a fuck," you barked, talking over him. "About getting caught, clearly, because you decided to get pierced again so you could be identified even easier than before."

"I covered my face," he snapped above you, his hard thighs tensing as you gave them a once over. "And that's deliberately why I got it on the corner of my lip rather than the side or center, so it wouldn’t show though a face mask."

You stood up, holding the blood-soaked chemical rag.

Narrowed your eyes into slits, raising an eyebrow and looking up to his face.

"Your recklessness will get one of us killed one day."

Turned away.

"And it will probably be me, since I'm always picking up after you."

He scoffed.

"You can't die."

You placed the rag on the opposite corner of the sink to dry out. Pulled off your gloves and placed them beside it to dispose of later. Picked up the first-aid kit.

"Sit down," you ordered.

You heard him shuffle and yank the rickety wooden chair out. "I'll do it myself."

"You will not. That is not the instruction."

"Fuck the instruction."

You turned around to see Jungkook resting his elbows on the table, scowling at you.

"If you wanted to fuck the instruction, you wouldn't have come to the safe house in the first place."

Silence.

His scowl softened but he did not remove the sharpness in his gaze.

"I came for you, noona."

You ignored his comment.

"Sit up," you commanded.

Jungkook's eyes went from the first-aid kit and then to your expressionless face.

"It's him, isn't it?" he whispered accusingly, staring at you, anger and pain and hopelessness staining his words, making them heavy and burdened. "He turned you against me."

You took two steps and slammed the first-aid kit onto the table.

"Sit up and let me treat your face."

He had looked so angry, but it all disappeared when you spoke.

Jungkook sat back and removed his arms from the table, pleather creaking as he moved, his legs wide open and arms hanging loosely at his sides. You stepped forward, opening the box and taking out some alcohol pads. Turned to him. Assessed the cuts and blood, not looking him in the eyes. The cut on his cheek had clotted. The one at his forehead was worse and still bleeding but nothing substantial. Should be quick. You leaned forward, ripping one of the alcohol pads open.

He leaned back, away from you.

You narrowed your eyes.

Switched your gaze from his wounds to his expression.

He smirked, lip ring gleaming.

"Thought you were going to treat my face?"

You reached over and harshly wiped the wound on his nose, right under his eyes.

"Fuck!"

He grimaced and flinched away, but you grabbed his chest harness again and yanked him back, planting your knee between his open legs, slamming the chair in place.

"Stop moving," you growled. "Or I will make you."

His glare said it all, but of course Jungkook growled back to you anyway.

"Do it."

You punched him in the chest, toppling the chair, and he gasped, snapping back due to your continued grip on the harness and your knee hitting the wooden seat again. There was the violent scrape of wood on concrete followed by the hard thunk of Jungkook's heavy boots slamming onto the floor, his chin knocking against his chest.

Heavy breathing, from him.

You didn't say a word, pressing the alcohol wipe into his skin. Roughly rubbed at his nose, disinfecting it.

His dark brown orbs slowly, slowly slid upwards to look at you, potent like an injured tiger in the verge of breaking out of his cage.

You were not afraid.

Cleaned him off and picked up the vial on the kit. Opened it carefully, spreading the thin clear mixture on the cut. It became glossy and pulled the edges of the cut together, sealing it. You closed the vial. Another solution created from Kim Namjoon's lab. Better than a second skin bandage with additional benefits that accelerated the healing process. You didn't know the science behind it and asking would be a three-hour long explanation.

Namjoon was a chemical genius and perhaps borderline crazy.

Jungkook's glare remained fixed on you, not watching what you were doing, instead following your face, your eyes. You remained focused on your duties, indifferent to his silent rage.

"Tip your head back."

You ripped open another alcohol packet.

He did not tip his head back.

You didn't bother giving any more warning this time, simply grabbing him by his short black hair and yanking back, exposing his cut, bleeding temple. He barely resisted, eyelids lowering, fixated on you as you leaned further forward, your legs now pressed against his, thick black cargo pants to his pleather ones. Both of you were wearing similar boots, heavy-duty for the work you had to do at times.

You began to wipe off the blood on his forehead.

It continued to leak a little, beads of red.

Jungkook hissed painfully under you.

"Last time you were on this position," he breathed. "My hands were here."

You felt the weight of his hands on your waist, through the fabric of your close-fitting black turtleneck. One wearing a fingerless glove, the other bare, fingers one by one enclosing you. Strong grip, immobile.

You backed up, placing the used alcohol pad bedside the other. Ripped open a new one.

"I remember."

Pause.

Locking eyes with Jungkook.

Your tone was unforgiving and sharper than steel.

"That was the night before you let the Boss get shot in the shoulder and almost crippled him."

Something flashed in his dark brown orbs. His fingers closed into fists, gripping your shirt.

"It was a mistake."

You scrubbed particularly hard and ripped off a piece of clinging skin. Jungkook's fists pressed into your sides, gritting his teeth at the pain.

You stared into his eyes impassively.

"I already apologized to Yoongi-hyung," he panted.

They begged you to forgive him.

You bristled, setting aside the bloodied, dried alcohol pad.

"I would have never gotten distracted," you coldly answered, no longer hiding your fury. "You are trained to protect him under every circumstance and you fucked up so bad that if the bullet was any closer to the nerve, he would never play piano the same ever again."

He flinched as if slapped, recoiling from your words.

"You are supposed to protect Yoongi."

He didn't miss it.

Dark brown orbs slid up to you.

Pain.

He didn't miss that there was no honorific in your sentence.

Deep breath.

You pushed the rage down, letting it dissipate with every exhale.

"And yet he still says you're going to remain in your position," you growled, every second of looking at his face making you want to punch him. It would fucking hurt too. You would make sure it did. "He won't let me guard him again when I did nothing wrong."

Jungkook's eyes shifted.

He did not let you go, his fingers tangled in your shirt.

They came back to you, those dark brown orbs, powerful, capable of so much but not enough.

"You can't die."

He pulled you closer and your hands planted on his shoulders, stopping him. Face to face, your latent wrath and his searching gaze, looking for something.

Hoping.

"I won’t allow it," Jungkook said in his soft, silvery voice.

You narrowed your eyes.

"I have my job," you hissed into his face. "And you have yours. There is no white-knighting here, Jungkook. There's only us, them, and the dream of incapacitating an empire of gangs that own this fucked-up, corrupted city that caused both of Yoongi's parents to get hacked apart like rag dolls, brutally murdered all because they were at the wrong place at the wrong time."

His breath was mixing with yours because you were so close, dangerously close, digging your fingers and nails into his shoulders, causing him to tense at your crushing grip.

"You have to follow the plan Hoseok sets for us. It is the only way we do not get fucked ten ways to Tuesday and the only way this shit is kept under wraps."

"You could have died," he snarled.

"I don't care," you snarled back.

"I do!"

"Yoongi almost died. He's the only reason you're in this."

"No."

His hands suddenly let go of your waist.

"He is not."

Jungkook kissed you.

Fire to fire, burning hot to iced fury, lips on lips, almost bruising, taking each other's breath away, his taste like no other, familiar and wild. The chair scraped on the floor, causing him to slam his heels into the concrete and grip your ass, trying to pull you into his lap. You resisted, your knee sliding and pressing into his crotch.

He growled, the sound of a wounded animal.

"I don't care if you've fucked him or if he's fucked you. I know you still want me. I know you haven't forgotten how I feel inside you."

Nipping at your skin, fingers sinking into the fabric, pushing you down, his tongue on your jaw setting your skin on fire.

"You will get Yoongi killed, you will get me killed, you will get yourself killed," you gritted out, the sensations racing through your veins, accelerating heartrate, prickling skin, his fingers yanking your shirt out of your pants, callused pads dancing up your sides. You twisted in his lap, straddling his legs and shoving them together, gripping his wrists and freezing his touch under your shirt.

Panting.

Lungs burning.

His taste in your lips.

"You're going to die at this rate," you exhaled hard, shuddering.

His black hair was messy, fallen over his forehead, framing his lowered eyes and swollen pink lips glossy with your saliva.

"I'm already dead."

Dark brown orbs rising, his chest heaving, up and up to find your gaze again, his fingertips pressed to your ribcage.

"You are my passion and, without you, I'm dead."

You clenched your jaw, sudden tightness from neck to chest. Jungkook's eyes stayed on you, unwavering.

He always looked at you like that.

Always, from the beginning until now.

"Noona..."

With admiration, with want, with the eye of predator to predator. He was always stronger. You were always cleverer. He was always the follow-though, the end-all, done right the first time.

Until he wasn't.

Until he let himself slip and cast an eye to you in the middle of a gunfight. A split second lost. You were on the floor, dragged from your post by the hair, and he was flying through the air, you screaming, do not abandon him, but it was too late, too late when Jungkook spun his head around and the Boss, Min Yoongi, was hitting the floor, clutching his left shoulder and shooting back at his assailant.

It was a set up.

Not entirely a surprise.

Fate was a tricky thing, Kim Taehyung warned you. Some things couldn't be changed. This was the best chance you were going to get, an art show, to take down a particular target. However, Yoongi was going to have to be there and would have to be put in danger. He was the money after all, the rich young man who suddenly inherited everything when his parents died. Now he was known to the public as a renowned pianist and the wealthy collector of well-remembered art.

What the public didn’t know was that Yoongi had an obsession with revenge.

Who wouldn't?

He saw the world in his eyes, a cruel world, a senseless world, a world he would make right the way he wanted. Yoongi knew he wasn’t strong enough, clever enough, twisted enough to do it all on his own. But what he did have was money.

And the ability to make anyone see his world.

A silver tongue. Manipulation. Whatever you wanted to call it, Min Yoongi had the power of persuasion and the discerning eye to find the outcasts that would be seduced by his world. He had found a good balance, until it was disrupted by one moment of hesitation.

The moment that now had you and Jungkook with verbal blades at each other’s throats.

The event was to be executed in a very particular fashion. It was going to have to be Jungkook, Yoongi, and you, Taehyung had said. Any more and someone was guaranteed to die. You had to operate separately, alone, unlike every other time where you had been by Yoongi’s side and protected him. This was the path, the Fate Reader affirmed.

That was Taehyung’s gift, seeing the pattern of fates.

He was never wrong.

You had to trust him and trust Jungkook.

And you did, until you saw Yoongi’s red blood leaking from his pale, deft fingers.

“Do you know how badly you fucked up?” you whispered, soft and deadly, squeezing his wrists, grip so tight and so vicious that Jungkook visibly winced, his expression clouding with pain.

“I know.”

“You don’t.”

You recalled standing beside Yoongi, his bleached hair in disarray, long fingers dancing over the piano keys, his eyes closed, mesmerized by the memory of his music. He played to perfection. He always did. The connection he had to the piano was unlike any other. The passion, the ambition, the need to be consumed by the music so he was not consumed by his inner darkness.

You recalled that day, before your memories of standing beside him and the piano, that day long, long ago, the first meeting.

Come down from there, the dark-haired stranger with cat-like eyes had murmured to you. A husky rasp that contrasted the thundering rain. You’re going to do it anyway. At least listen to my music before you jump.

It was a meaningless moment that became the only moment of meaning.

“You wouldn’t even be looking at me if it wasn’t for Yoongi,” you whispered, so quietly it was barely audible, letting go of his wrists, the physical grip morphing into a mental one, clawing inside you, closing the doors to the darkness within, unwilling to touch it, crushing it deep down. Your gaze on Jungkook, fixating on the physical, his sharp jawline, his high cheekbones, his black hair fallen over his eyes, lips forming your name, hands circling your ribcage, fingertips slipping under your bra, pulling you to him, shuddering breath to shuddering breath.

He didn’t know.

You weren’t going to tell him.

“I don’t know.” His voice a thin wisp, his eyes closing, pressing his forehead to yours. “I don’t know. I only know that you became the reason I want to wake up every morning. You became the reason that I can do anything.”

Fate can’t be changed, Taehyung told you. The cards in front of him, slowly raising his head to look you in the eye. We will all die. The only difference is how you want to live before you die.

You looked down at the cards.

I don’t want to be away from him.

I know. And Taehyung did know, because he had the cards and his gift. But this is the only way.

“I don’t want to be away from you,” Jungkook’s lips pressed to your cheek, inhaling a trembling, uneasy breath. “But I can stand it if I know that you will always be the one to welcome me back home.”

I can’t trust him, you said to Taehyung, defiant of fate.

You have to.

“You can’t die.”

Jungkook’s silvery whisper on your cheek, soaked with tears he didn’t let himself cry out.

You can’t die.

Husky rasp in between expensive linen sheets.

I won’t allow it.

You turned your head, your lips brushing against Jungkook’s, the silver ring indenting the side of your mouth.

His breath stilled in his throat.

Your hands slid over his chest, fingertips tracing the muscles underneath, sighing into his mouth, feeling him take your breath, his heartbeat pounding against your fingertips.

“If you let it happen again,” you hissed against his lips. “I’ll fucking kill you myself.”

So close you could see the sliver of those dark orbs under his lashes, the inner corner of his eyes curved downward like an elegant talon.

“That’s the only way I’m going to die,” Jungkook murmured. “By your hand and your hand alone.”

Fate cannot be changed.

You closed your eyes and your tongue snaked out, tracing his lips. He moaned, deep and lustful, shoving his fingers under your bra, pushing it up while you worked his mouth, thrusting your tongue in, bunching your grip into his shirt, his thumbs grazing your nipples, squeezing your breasts, kings of your domains, his shaken breath stolen by your kiss and your tongue, shocks running through your body at his roughness, igniting the arousal within, rolling your hips into his, layers of friction smashing into layered emotional states.

Gasping your name, damaged and sweet.

Your fingers trailed down, hitting the knife along the left side of his chest.

“You stole this from me,” you hissed.

“You stole this from me.”

He grabbed your hand and pressed it into the left side of his sternum, over thunder.

“You’re such a fucking sap,” you muttered, ripping your hand out of his grasp.

He chuckled slyly, leaning forward. His hot tongue touched your throat and you stilled, tipping your chin up as the wet muscle travelled upward, outlining your trachea, up to your jawbone, curling back and touching his upper lip with a devilish smirk.

He was right.

You did still want him.

His hands glided down to your ass, pushing you down and thrusting up, ramming his hardness into layers of clothing, knowing you would feel it, smirking even wider watching you suck in a breath. Your own hands clawed up. Curved around his head, burying into his hair, curling your fingers into it. Meeting his push with your pull, the lower half of your body naturally rocking inward, increasing the friction, heat and wetness dripping down, your ragged breath matching his, and it was just like all those other nights, circling each other, unsure if it was lust or circumstance, each time closer and closer until there was no more air between you and him, until there was no more fabric, until there was nothing but scarred skin against scarred skin, your fingertips tracing his scars and his fingertips tracing yours, following the lines that led to lips and hot, taut skin slick with arousal, his fingers holding you down and your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling hard so that his moan quivered in his chest, your thighs tightening around him, nearly sitting on his rock-hard erection.

“You’re always hornier when you cause pain,” Jungkook chuckled, octave deepened by pleasure.

“And you’re always hornier when you showcase your strength.”

You planted your upper arms on his shoulders and Jungkook lifted you, his forearms flush to your thighs, gripping your ass as he stood up from the chair with ease, devious smirk on his face, lifting your agile body in his arms. Your locked your legs around him, his crotch pressed against your core, heat to heat, your nails raking against his scalp.

“Want you,” he panted. “Want you right fucking now.”

You yanked his head back roughly, snarling.

His back arched, chest to chest, groaning, enraptured by lust and desire.

“Get in the fucking shower.”

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You sealed the cut on his temple before you both crashed under the water, clothes all over the tile floor, his black hair sticking to his face as he attacked your lips under the hot raining water. Wasting no time, his fingernails clawing down your chest, into the dip between your thighs, his own hard thigh forcing yours apart, shoving two fingers into your pussy with a gratified hiss.

“Fuck.”

The water rained down his black tattoos, glistening ink etched into glossy tan skin.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

You reached down, closing your fingers around his hard length, grip just as firm, just as strong, just as expected when his gaze flickered to you, his pupils blown out, droplets dripping from his angular jaw.

Your name in his rough voice, predator to predator.

He thrust his fingers into you, tendons of his wrist visible with his movement.

“Jungkook.”

You clenched around him and pumped him fully from base to tip, muscles of your arm visible with your action.

Saturated moans, staring into his eyes, both refusing to back down, following the carnal pleasure, hot water raining down on him, washing away the sweat, mimicking tears you both refused to shed, never enough to wash away the blood that was already soaked into your hands and his, all for the purpose of another.

And yet, this.

You and Jeon Jungkook.

Uncontrollably drawn to each other.

Scalding water running rivers down your bodies, crashing lips to lips, almost bruising, violent kiss, his fingers pushing into your constricting walls that welcomed him with even more slippery sweetness, forcing his way in deep and fast, your locked fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock that was getting harder and harder with your repeated imprisonment, up and down, matching his pace, caging his tongue with your lips and sucking hard.

His muffled moan vibrated through you, dark brows furrowing, silver piercing glimmering in your periphery. Desperation and need trembling in your hold, trying to fight it, trying to push you to the edge before him, pleasure flaring up your core and into your head, forgetting anything else but Jungkook and your hold on him. He shoved you against the wall, pain and coldness hitting your back, attempts at making you relent.

Too late now.

You let go of his tongue and Jungkook snapped back, sputtering, low groan tumbling from his throat, hazy eyes opening and then your free hand was around his neck. Steady, fast pace, closing in, his hand stilling, startlingly aroused at your fingers cutting off his circulation.

Tighter.

Taking it all away.

“F-Fuck, you cheater…!”

Head lolling back, jaw and teeth clenched, scream behind them, resonating the tiny bathroom with his shameless sound, jerking his hips up and into your grip, rubbing the dark red head against your slippery thigh, thick strings of white shooting out onto your skin, hotter than the water, drenching you with his orgasm, and you, choking him through the high, intensifying all sensations.

The corners of your lips curved upwards.

He was always stronger, but you were always cleverer.

Cunning was perhaps the better word.

Jungkook lowered his chin and he peeled your hand from his neck with effort, exerted exhale ragged and erratic, rolling his hips in your hand, extending the pleasure, keeping himself hard in your inescapable hold. You let him do the work to keep himself on the brink. His eyes were now almost as dark as his black hair, pink tongue lingering at the edge of his lips, caressing silver ring at the corner of his smirk.

“Do you need prep?” he asked hoarsely.

You raised an eyebrow.

“No.”

He sucked in a breath, his cock twitching in your hand.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”

He spun you around, pushing you down. Your hands flew up to the wall, bent at ninety degrees, your legs forced open, and the thick head pressed against the tight ring of muscle, Jungkook’s gasps of pleasure leaking out of his lips, rubbing the sensitive skin along your ass, your pussy dripping below, water raining against the tile.

“Give it to me,” you panted, fists against the wall.

“You know I will.”

Gripping his cock with one hand and your hip with the other, into the tight circle, leaving your pussy empty as he entered your ass, your raucous moan mixing with his, pushing back against him, stretched out forcefully with every centimeter of his girth, your body adjusting to the familiar pain and the familiar touch of his fingers sinking into your hips. Words unneeded, bodies already moving, primal instincts exchanged between the pushback of your ass smacking his crotch and his grip tightening, harder, deeper, gasps, radiating pleasure from suffocating tightness and overwhelming strength, his palm pushing the small of your back down and you raising yourself to tiptoe, deepening the stroke, calves flexed, using the leverage of the wall, flinging your wet hair back, snarling moan and lost in the ecstasy, something about it, your pulsing walls clenching around nothing, leaking slickness all over his balls smacking your wet slit, his cock twitching in your ass, pounding you from behind. Loud, firm, precise slaps of skin-on-skin, heat and power and depravity, his name, harder, come on, fuck me, fuck me like you mean it Jungkook, raw power channeled in his lust to feed yours.

It had always been like that.

All it had taken was one taste, one moment, your hands gripping his chest harness, following an explosive impulse, crashing your lips to his, and he had met it with every fiber of his being, his eyes on you, unwavering in your fire, always like that, from the very beginning.

Your name in his voice, his possessive moan the denouement.

“Fuck, I can’t… fuck, you feel too fucking good…”

Harder, your core tightening, eyes closing, nothing but the feel of his power thundering through your body, crackling bolts shooting all over your nerves, legs shaking, closer and closer and closer, the threads inside pulled so taut that your fingers spread out, now both palms against the wall, adding more force to his thrusts, his name a satisfied hiss, your skin tingling in pleasure.

“Jungkook, ah…”

The moment suspended.

Brimming, unbreakable heaven.

Then the snap of orgasm slammed into you and into him, feeling the gush of cum slipping down between your legs, pulsating around nothing, pleasure so strong your knees caved inward, legs trembling, violently moaning his name as he moaned yours, flinching jerks of his hips as he pumped his cum into your ass, dirty squelch and a throbbing mess, keeping you pressed against him so his entire length was buried inside you. Staggering inhale and exhale, intoxicated by carnal gratification.

Your eyes slowly opened, seeing the white tile wall.

You felt him behind you, his hands, his touch, his roughness matching yours, predator to predator.

His hands slid down, his hard chest pressed to your back.

“I missed your taste, noona.”

Hot breath on your shivering skin.

“I missed it so fucking much.”

You breathed out, slow and resolute.

Jungkook pulled you up to standing position. Your hands left the wall, reaching back, gasp on your lips, back arching as his fingers plunged into your neglected pussy, and now your fingernails were in his back, scratching it up, your eyelids fluttering, whimpering as his cock slipped out, his cum dripping out and down your ass. He forced your hips to tilt upward, plunging deeper, harder, rougher, his tattooed arm pressed against your abdomen, muscle to muscle, his heavy breath against your ear and then his lips, teeth on the curve, tongue licking your earlobe. Sensual sensation from above crashing down to rapid, deep thrusts from below, melding into blinding pleasure, clinging onto him, his pecs to your shoulder blades, his exhale ragged from your nails that were inevitably leaving red marks all over his tan, scarred skin.

His knuckle grazed your clit, tearing a moan out of you.

“Tell me you want me.”

Deep growl with traces of desperation.

“Tell me you want me to make you cum,” he whispered hotly into your ear, his teeth biting down, causing more uninhibited moans to vibrate your ribcage. “Do it or I will stop right now.”

The side of your lips ticked upward, disbelieving.

Your hand shot up, grasping his head by the hair and forcing it forward, ripping your ear from his teeth, stinging pain as you snapped your head to his, his throat pressed to your shoulder.

“Make me cum, Jungkook,” you snarled, yanking on his hair firmly and making his entire body shiver. “Thought you were the action-taker, hah, so give me some of that fucking action.”

You flung his head back and his left arm slammed you into his chest, ramming his fingers into you, fast and deep, furious pace and vicious hiss, rising to your challenge. You gasped at the force, pussy tightening around his fingers, already there, fuck, already there, involuntarily flinch and buck of your hips, smearing the cum leaking from your asshole onto his hard thigh, hot water washing it away immediately, and then his thigh was gone, replaced by his other hand, two fingers sliding into your ass, whine in your throat, filled in the front and back, his palm pressed to your throbbing clit as your walls spasmed around his fingers jammed into your pussy, two fingers of his other hand fucking your other hole with ease, raining water washing away the remains of his orgasm trapped in there. His palm rubbed up and down your engorged clit in time of his fingers entering your ass, so good it made your legs shake, clinging to his tattooed arm that held your body in place, squirming in his unavoidable grip.

“Jungkook, fuck, Jungkook!”

Another peak, another squelch of release, spilling everywhere, scent so strong you smelled the sweetness even before it washed away. You gasped for air, crushed by the ecstasy, but there was no time to enjoy it, Jungkook’s fingers yanking out of your ass and then his hard thigh was there again, his left hand gripping your left thigh, pulling it back, fingers of his right hand slipping out of your pussy, and you almost, almost slipped, almost begged to be let go, and yet.

Almost was just that, almost, and there was no way in hell you were giving in to him.

You clenched your jaw.

Stubbornness and resolve were one and the same.

Jungkook’s callused fingertips pressed onto your throbbing clit.

“F-Fuck!”

He rubbed hard and fast. Pleasure immediately shot up your torso, so sudden and rough it was nearly unbearable, your thighs threatening to close but you fought the reflex, pressing back against Jungkook’s hard body, throwing your head back against his shoulder, strained whines gritting out behind closed teeth, his other hand kneading one of your breasts, toying with your nipple, flicking and pinching it, too focused to gloat. Wave after punishing wave testing you, locking your knees to keep your legs open, raising your hips to his fingers, intensifying the concentrated pressure, fuck, so good, so fucking good, your nails sinking into his left forearm and his ass, your eyes rolling back, didn’t matter anymore, nothing mattered, losing yourself to his touch, yes, Jungkook, fuuuck yes, water raining down his head onto your shoulder, rivets outlining your curves. His arms around you, caged by his power, his presence, his name in your voice.

Now and all those times before.

Was it fate?

Your body craved him before your mind accepted that you did.

His soft lips on your skin, the metal ring constantly reminding you it was him.

Jungkook’s unique kiss.

Or was it instinct?

His eyes had never wavered from the moment yours locked with his and it was always like that.

Tumbling over the edge, viscous juices spilling into his hands, your body racked with pleasure, wave after wave, snapping your thighs closed around his hand, trapping his fingertips with softness, pulsating into his touch, your name moaned into your ear. Compounding pleasure, uncaged lust, twisting your body in his arms and grabbing his head, passionate kiss under the running water, his kiss unmatched, metal and softness, reminding you of no one but him, him, Jeon Jungkook.

Wanna come along?

Back then, one of the first times you met him. Verbally delivering him his assignment. His smirk teasing, playful, viewing you through the side mirror of his motorcycle, cocking an eyebrow as he spoke to you.

My assignment is here, protecting Yoongi.

Jungkook’s smirk had widened at your stern reply.

You don't need to be like that with me... noona.

Breaking the kiss now, your fingers entangled in his wet hair, your body trembling in his embrace, his taste on your lips, surrounded by cascading water.

“Your room has been ready for you,” you breathed against his lips.

“I would rather be in your room, inside you,” he whispered back, his chest to yours.

“Hah, you think there’s another bed in this tiny little shithole? This is a concealed safe house, not a goddamn mansion.”

Jungkook grinned against your scowl.

“Don’t be like that with me, noona. You know what I’m capable of.”

Your tongue was suddenly on his throat, yanking on his hair to force his head back, his desperate moan floating up to the ceiling.

“And you know what I’m capable of, Jungkook,” you hissed dangerously.

His body shivered, but he was always unwavering, always yours, because to him you were his passion and, without you, he was dead.

curtain call denouement by john 5

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the bodyguard and the Boss. playground, m | myg, jjk

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Though you may fight against the inescapable bond between you and your mate Jungkook, it’s only as the lights are leaving your eyes that you realize: you truly never want to be without him.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader

Genre: Dragon!Jungkook; Soulmate AU; Fantasy; Angst

Word Count: 2,300+

Warning: Mentions of sex; Mentions of blood, gore

Part of the Playlist Drabble Challenge

I’m writing an original novel inspired by this story. More info here.

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days to morning glory; jjk

➳ pairing: aspiring rockstar!jeongguk x med. student!reader

➳ genre: exes to lovers, roommate AU, high school sweethearts, smut, fluff, angst

➳ word count: 20.6k

➳ synopsis: while you had lugged the baggage of your heartbreak and built a life for yourself in the city that never sleeps, jeongguk had traveled the universe twice, living out of his suitcase before finally settling into the city of angels. but after five years, you both end up returning to your hometown, sharing a house that’s tainted with the memories of your past.

➳ warnings: non-linear storyline, explicit language, pining, financial struggles, mention of a past family death, the stress of university/work, alcohol consumption, 5th muster guk in his tattoo glory, nipple play, body worship, praise kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), penetration

➳ a/n: this story is an adaptation of the movie The Hows of Us (2018)!! i dedicate this to the best girl @gukniverse​ !! i hope you like it, love!! p.s. i separated this behemoth of a fic into chapters so it’s easier to pick up where you last left off (or in the case that tumblr force quits the app) >:/. plus, i put a smut warning in ch. 11 in case you want to skip over it!! 

CHAPTER 1: OTHERSIDE

They say that home is where the heart is, but there is no doubt in your mind that your heart is running wild and free with the one that got away. 

Home is meant to be your safe haven, but in spite of the velvety bed and the billowing pillows beneath your fingertips, you’re unable to find your peace of mind and succumb to your own desire to sleep.

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stars behind waves | jjk (m)

Summary: With a decade’s distance between Jungkook and you, your paths cross on the same island you deemed your second home years ago. And you realise once again – the ocean can never compare to the twinkle in his starry eyes.

➳ pairing: Jungkook x reader ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ genre: estranged best friends to lovers, vacation/beach!au; angst, fluff, smut ➳ warnings: so so much yearning and pining, gentle fuckboy jk cos i’ve no control over myself, a bit of jealousy, the first kiss, arguments/fighting, unresolved issues, heartbreak, angry confessions; explicit sexual content: making out, asking for permission, dom & big dick jk, handjob in the shower, oral (m. & f. receiving), some clit slapping, some biting, squirting, jk loves her tits… and her ass even more, fingering, protected sex, soft and rough sex, body worship !!, jk is SUCHHH a goner, he comes on her ass, aftercare, praises; so many emotions; lmk if i forgot smth! ➳ wc: 22.7k ➳ a/n: here we gooo !! @missgeniality​​ & @voiceswithoutlips​​ my angel betas, as usual, i’d be lost without you 😔  i’m really happy with how this one came out, so i hope you guys enjoy it as much as i did writing it !! as always, don’t forget to drop a message in my inbox – it makes my day <33

➳ listen to the SBW playlist for the full experience 💙  

TAGLIST | MASTERLIST | WIPs 

There is a long lost beach somewhere at the end of the world.

It belongs to a blooming, floating island, pleasant and hot. Wildlife chirps hidden behind trees, calm and welcoming. There are waterfalls that must be somewhere in the middle of the island – you’re not quite certain anymore, since your memory of the place has weakened over time.

You do remember the sun that descended there, though – you always used to say it wasn’t the same as the one you admired at home, watching from your garden.

Jungkook would always reprimand you, tut at you, throw tiny little shells at your bare thighs until you, furied and irritated, abandoned him at the beach. He would stay there until the moon rose from the west, and you would watch him from afar.

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and you gonna be happy

the aces up your sleeve | jjk

this is the third time i’ve posted this fic; let’s hope tumblr’s tags decide to actually show the post this time. ⇢ genre: series; part 2 of

and you gonna be happy

knee socks | jjk

⇢ genre: drabble (set in the sdapu!universe) ⇢ pairing: jeon jeongguk x unnamed oc ⇢ word count: nearly 2.0k ⇢ warnings: fluff, mild angst,

So so painfully beautiful and so incredibly descriptive ! All their emotions , the pit of mushed feelings and the depth of their circumstances . The yearning and desperation to make things work for one another . Phenomenally written!

simmer down and pucker up | jjk

⇢ genre: series; part 1 (friendswithbenefits!au, friendstolovers!au) (angst, smut, some fluff)

⇢ pairing: jeon jeongguk x unnamed oc

⇢ word count: 6.01k

⇢ prompt: combined - #12. things you said when you thought I was asleep #41. things you said you loved about me #58. things you were afraid to say #59. things you said after we fell in love

⇢ audio: check out this playlist here

⇢ warnings: heavy angst (drinking, implied vaping, hangovers, hints at struggling with addiction), smut (dirty talk, thigh riding, marking), some fluff. there are some dark themes here, read with caution

jeon jeongguk: img.jpg

She doesn’t have to look at the image preview on her lockscreen to know what awaits her, to guess whose sultry masculine moan signals a message waiting perkily for a swipe of her finger. She’s cursing him as her thumb slides its way to the home button; a prickle of annoyance flares momentarily as she ponders why she even let him choose a personal text tone in the first place, and that prickle sharpens to a thorny point when the picture loads after a moment of bated breath.

His head is thrown back, raven bangs curling at his forehead, brushing the tips of his ears. His eyes are fluttered shut in ecstasy, his front teeth visible through the gap in his perfectly rosebud lips. Smoke pours from his mouth like a snake emerging from its enguarded nest; it curls around his head, dips in the divets of his collarbones, coils over the expanse of broad, bare chest. He is utterly brazen, and she stifles a rushed exhale, hand clapping hard over her mouth with the sheer ballsiness of his actions.

She sighs when her phone whines bawdily yet again, the ramping heartbeat in her chest matching the trembles that ricochet like stray bullets to the tips of her fingers. When she swipes down, his next message loads, and she’s focusing more on the major criticisms of the Social Readjustment Rating Scale rather than what he of all people has to say. Needless to say, her concentration breaks the second her eyes flick to the tiny screen, and her digits freeze over the digital keyboard.

jeon jeongguk: come over

jeon jeongguk: please, i need you

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The depth of their emotions and the beautiful beautiful descriptive in this writing , breathtaking

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make it right.

a follow up like a year in the future to: sweetness The sheets against your back are familiar. The smell of his apartment, the paint on his

sweetness.

The sting of uncertainty has been eating away at you all evening. Uncertainty. Guilt. Maybe a little bit of, dare you say, jealousy? It’s a rather unpleasant cocktail of ugly emotions that brew in your belly as you watch him from across the room. He is effortless in his charm and the pretty brunette beside him has definitely taken notice even if he hasn’t. Jungkook isn’t one to pick up on the obvious signs of women fawning over him and again, you feel as though you could scream. 

Not that you have the right to any of those emotions. You were the one that created the distance that now forces these feelings down your throat. You were the one that drove him away when all he wanted was closeness.

It wasn’t even days ago that Jungkook told you he wanted you. And not just as a friend. Not just as the person he buries himself inside night after night in secrecy. He really wanted you. Exclusively and openly. Officially you and him for the rest of your friends and the word to see. He said he cared about you. Said you made him feel all sorts of lovesick every time you kissed his lips, shared his bed, wore his clothes. Jungkook told you he wanted you and you shut him down. 

Not just once, though once was heart breaking enough as it was. When the look in his eyes went from hopeful and timid to forlorn and defeated. His lips had just been on your body. His dick had just speared you silly and still, you made him believe his feelings were misplaced. That they were not reciprocated despite the fact that they most certainly were. Likely tenfold. 

But he didn’t give up like you thought he might. He pleaded with you through the haste of throwing your clothes back on. He assured you that there was no need to rush into it. That he’d wait and do what he could to show you he was sincere. He offered himself up to you, raw and unabashed. Vulnerable and tender in his admiration and still you denied him the truth he deserved. Instead you served him deceit. You made him feel as though months of stolen kisses, sweat soaked sheets and soft whispers in the dark meant more to him that it did to you. 

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Where I Keep My BTS Fanfiction

Never Not Enough

Hello! I really really love your writing. In particular, I am a huge fan of Never Not, I’d like to request if you could do a part 2 to it. I

I’m a Angst whore lol . And written so well… easy to read yet gripping !

-Never Not-

Pairing: Boxer!Jungkook x Fem Reader

Genre: Angst, Unrequited Romance, Smut

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit consensual sexual content, there is definitely porn, but also a tiny bit of plot if you squint; lots of angst, emotional manipulation (sort of), unrequited love, giving up, just buckle up ok? It’s kinda depressing 😭

Summary: All Jungkook ever wanted was your love. He knows you don’t love him back, but that’s never stopped him from trying to give you the world.

Requested By: Anonymous

You wander around the party looking for your target, just to get a glimpse of him, of Yoongi. Your friends said he’d be here tonight so you glammed yourself up, took the time to meticulously curl your hair, even followed a makeup tutorial to the letter. If you played your cards right, maybe it could be more than a glimpse. If you give him just the right look, say the right things, maybe he’d take you home, maybe he’d ask you out…maybe he’d take you away from this shithole of a town. Away from the things, and the people who kept you here.

You go from room to room dodging party goers who are already tipsy and shrug off their attempts at small talk.

“…JK really took that guy out tonight!”

“…glad I put my money on Jeon!”

“…Hey Y/N, where’s Jungkook?!”

On your third pass around the unfamiliar house you decide to give up. Clearly Yoongi isn’t here. Clearly tonight was a waste, you could’ve been home re-watching The Office for the 900th time, in comfortable clothes and no makeup.

In fact, that’s what you’re about to do, so you turn sharply around into the kitchen to B-line for the back door but you bump shoulders painfully with, yep, Yoongi.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” he smiles apologetically, his drink having splashed onto your arm.

“It’s okay, no harm done,” you blot your beer splattered arm on the sides of your jeans.

“Hey you look really familiar…I definitely know you,” he squints a bit and you beam. He remembers you?

“Yes, well, kind of - we went to the same high school. You were in grade 12 though, when I was just coming in. I think we had an elective together but we sat in opposite corners of the room,” you recount shyly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Right! No, I remember,” he nods, “what’s your name again?”

“It’s Y/N, and you’re Yoongi. I have a good memory,” you say softly.

“Yeah? I remember you being awfully cute,” he smiles. You try to hide your own smile but just end up bashfully staring at your shoes.

“What about now, hm? Am I still cute?” you flirt.

“I’d say much more than cute,” he grins. “So what are you up to nowadays? Are you in uni still?”

You heat up a bit with embarrassment, “Uh, no. I never went. It’s just…I planned to but I kinda got stuck helping my dad with his gym.”

“Oh yeah…it’s the gym downtown right?”

“Yep, that’s the one.”

“Cool, you guys have put out some pretty wicked boxers, right?” he asks, sipping the last of his beer.

“Mmhmm, yep,” you answer shortly, you’re not getting into this discussion. No fucking way. “You want another beer? I could go get you one?”

“Oh, sure, that’s nice of you,” he nods, “if you want grab one for yourself, maybe we could find somewhere quiet to catch up, yeah? Unless you were looking for your boyfriend or something?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” you say quickly, “So…Yeah,” you bite your lip, “I’d really like that.”

“I think I’d like it too,” he grins, and you don’t miss the way his eyes dart across your form. Boom, got’em.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

You practically skip into the kitchen, a giddy grin on your face. You dig around the giant cooler of ice looking for the brand of beer he had, finally finding a couple at the bottom.

You’re about to cross the kitchen threshold when you hear your name come out of someone’s mouth.

“Y/N? Yeah we went to school together. She grew up good,” you hear Yoongi reply to the unseen individual and you press your lips together in a smile.

“Dude you need to grab a beer and run far, far away from that one.”

Uh. The fuck?

“She seems nice enough?” Yoongi comes to your defense. Yeah! Damn straight!

“Not about being nice, that’s Jungkooks girl.”

“As in Jungkook Jeon? The boxer?” you hear the alarm in his voice. No! No, no, no!

“The very one.”

“Wait…she said she didn’t have a boyfriend…”

I don’t! I don’t!

“I don’t know if they’re actually together,” the stranger says, “doesn’t matter though. That’s his girl, and it’s not going to stop him from marching in here and beating the living shit out of anyone who even looks at her longer than two seconds. Heard he’s been looking all over town for her tonight after his match.”

“Shit,” Yoongi hisses, “hey thanks man. I’m going to head out then, may as well, I’m only in town a few more days anyway.”

“Right, no use spending them in the hospital.”

“No kidding, good seeing you!”

You peer around the corner and watch, heart broken, as Yoongi waves himself out of the opposite side of the house. Not even bothering to bid you goodbye. There goes the crush you’ve had since you were 15, the man you daydream about. He was interested, he wanted to catch up…he checked you out! Now he’s gone, the entire interaction may as well have been a stupid dream you just woke up from when it was starting to get good.

You twist the cap off your beer and shotgun it.

“Damn, want a shot to chase that with?” someone calls out and slides you a very robust shot of…tequila? You shrug and shoot it back, just in time for your eyes to start prickling with tears.

You push your way out of the back door, the spring air is still chilly at night and you wrap your arms around yourself.

You’ll never not be attached to Jungkook. Every time you make an attempt to put space between the two of you, there’s always something waiting to push you right back together. It’s suffocating, you’re suffocating and no one gives a shit. No one even sees you because Jungkook is always right on top. A cloak you’re forced to wear and everyone just makes you feel guilty for wanting to shimmy out of.

You should’ve expected it, when you see his shiny black pickup pull into the driveway. You knew he wouldn’t take long to find you, fuck, in this town there’s only so many places you could even be. There’s certainly nowhere to hide.

“Y/N?” he calls as he hops out of the truck.

“I won! Where were you?” he asks as he closes the distance between the two of you. You quickly swipe at the tears staining your cheeks, but not fast enough.

“Y/N? Baby?” he twists you around to confirm what he thought, “hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you sniff.

He glances at the house, “Did someone say something to you? Did someone fucking touch you? I’ll fucking kill-,”

“Stop it,” you sigh, “you know damn fucking well no one did anything to me. People are terrified of you.”

“Uh, okay? Sorry for your constant safety I guess?”

“Shut up…” you whisper, “just…just take me home.” You walk quietly to his truck and pull yourself up into the passenger seat.

The truck is eerily quiet as you rest your forehead against the window, watching the too familiar streets pass in a blur.

“Did you talk to him?” Jungkook asks quietly, you can barely hear him.

“What?”

“Yoongi Min, that’s why you look like that tonight right? You look so pretty tonight,” he continues quietly, “I heard some guys talking about him coming back to town. I may have been hit in the head a lot Y/N, but I’m not stupid.”

You wince at the hurt in his voice, a fresh set of tears surfacing. Why does he fucking do this? Why does he do this to you? It’s not fair.

“I didn’t see him and I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lie.

A new kind of quiet erupts in the truck. Both of you aware you’re lying. Jungkook keeps driving, silently, until he pulls into your apartments lot.

“Why?”

That’s all he says. It’s a loaded question, but you’re not sure what exactly it’s loaded with. Why are you lying? Why did you get dressed up? Why what?

“What are you talking about?”

“Why don’t you love me?” he asks, and you realize he’s crying. You turn your head away because you can’t stand to look at him.

“Let’s not do this, not tonight Kookie,” you rub at your forehead, it’s starting to throb with the shot you took at the party.

“Do you know what I would give to have you get dressed up like this for me? Do you know how it hurts when I win, and then I look out into the crowd - always looking for you, always praying that you’ll be looking back, proud of me - but you’re never there Y/N.”

“I’ve been to a billion of your matches,” you remind him defensively.

He sniffles, “You never want to be there. Your dad makes you, because he wants us to be together.”

“There’s not a single person in this town who doesn’t want us to be together,” you scoff.

“Then let’s just be together! Fuck! Why do you hate me so god damn much?” he raises his voice a bit.

“I don’t hate you Jungkook, I hate what it would mean.”

“I don’t understand what that means,” he sighs.

“It will mean that I’ve finally accepted my fate. It means I’m never getting out of here. It means I’m going to just be another boxers wife, just like my mother - who finally up and ran away in the middle of the night, leaving us all behind because she couldn’t take it anymore! Is that what you want?” you snap at him. “Is that really the life you want?!”

“I won’t let that happen! Don’t you get I would do anything to make you happy? Don’t you see that I would give you the world if you’d just let me? If you just asked! Why do you think I get my ass knocked around? Huh? I’m going to make it Y/N. I’m going to be the fucking best, and I’ll take you with me everywhere I go.”

“Do you know how many times I’ve heard that Jungkook? Do you have any idea how many fighters have said that? It’s not that simple and I’m not staking my future on an empty promise, from a man who could get KO’d next week right outta his career, a man I don’t even…”

You whip your head toward him. You’ve never seen him look so wounded and it cuts you, deep.

“Finish it,” he cries, “go ahead, a man you don’t even what?”

Love.

“Kookie…”

“Say it!”

“No…I won’t say it,” you reach out for his hand, and a sob escapes his lips when you squeeze it.

You sit there for several moments listening to him cry. If only he knew how you’ve tried, you’ve tried to love him. Once upon a time you even had yourself convinced you do. You care about him, you do want to see him happy - you just can’t get past the fact that the only thing he seems to want is you. It scares you, it’s a pattern you’ve seen a million times - most recently between your own parents.

If you choose him then you’ll marry him. You’ll watch him get knocked around the ring, you’ll watch him win and lose. You’ll get pregnant, you’ll grasp at straws to make ends meet. Then eventually, after he gets knocked down one too many times by the fighters just getting started, he’ll have to give up, and he’ll take over your fathers ownership of the gym.

He’ll train the next up and comer, desperately trying to live out his dream. You’ll watch him suffer through it, maybe he’ll even hit the bottle, just like your dad. But what of you? Well, you’ll disappear in the mountains of bills and expenses in the office of the gym, just like your mother did. You’ll explain to the kids why their dad is always at the gym and never home. You’ll beg him to choose something else, anything else. You’ll beg him to get you out of here but he won’t because he can’t let go. You see it in his eyes every time you look at him, he loves you - you’ve known it for years - but he loves the ring more and he’ll never let either of you go.

He’ll never let you go, and even if he did, you’ve got no where to run. You’ve got no real identity - you’re Y/N, the girl who grew up in a boxing ring cheering her dad on. Boxing is all you know, it’s where what little money you have comes from because you’re already working under all the receipts and expenses in the tiny beige office that smells like sweat and broken dreams. You’re already there, so what does it matter?

You squeeze his hand again, “Why don’t you come up?” you say.

Maybe it’s the fact that you watched Yoongi walk out of the party without so much as a goodbye, maybe it was the fact that every single person associates you with Jungkook already, maybe it was the tequila - doesn’t matter. You’re tired, and it’s time to just give up. You knew it was going to happen sooner or later…why fight any longer? You’re not the boxer.

“You mean…” he sniffles as his eyes dart up to yours.

“Yeah, I do. Come on,” you open the door and hop out, he does the same seconds after.

You lay your keys on the counter then turn to face him. He looks lost.

You’ve had sex with him before, a handful of times. In fact he’s the only person you’ve ever had sex with. Which just makes it all the more inevitable.

You pull your tight little tee shirt off, toss it on the couch. He gulps down some nervousness and stares at your breasts, so you help him out and remove your bra as well.

“Y/N…we don’t have to do this, not after all that…”

You just continue removing clothes until you stand, naked, before him.

“Come fuck me Jungkook,” you say, thankful that he doesn’t seem to hear the resignation in your voice, “I won’t ask twice.”

You walk toward him and grab his hands, pulling one toward a breast and the other against your cunt.

“Don’t you want it?” you mutter against his lips before sucking the bottom into your mouth.

He moans against you, and in spite of your heart, your pussy gushes at the noises he makes.

“That’s what I thought.”

Your tongues tangle with one another, your arms wrap around his neck and you stand on your toes while he fingers you. You whimper, your fingers falling back down to pull his tight sweater off. He’s bruised up, bad, and you can tell he had a close call with whoever he fought earlier. Nothing too big though, there’s a suspicious cut on his eyebrow but you don’t have time to inspect it. He pulls you up and around him like you’re nothing, walks you into the bedroom where you land on your mattress with a soft thud.

He spreads your thighs and kneels between them, playing with your clit while he licks and sucks the inside of your thigh. You twist his hair around your fingers and pull his face towards your sex.

“Eat me out,” you whisper breathlessly and he grants your wish. “Yes, just like that,” you hold his hair tightly, press his mouth against your dripping slit while you grind on his wet tongue. He’s moaning against your cunt and the vibrations send you reeling. “Keep going, don’t stop…”

He pushes your thighs up further and stiffens his tongue, spearing your tight hole with it as your hips buck against him, his nose buried in your slick.

“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck,” you groan through clenched teeth, “my clit, put your tongue on my clit, please,” you beg.

He relaxes a bit and circles your clit softly with the flat of his tongue. You spread your legs as wide as they’ll go, grinding against him, letting yourself get lost in the wet noises and his soft moans. You hold him steady, a hand on either side of his head when he starts lightly flicking, and your whole body shudders in rhythmic spasms as you come on his lips.

“Put your cock in me, fuck me, want more,” you pant as your head falls back into the bed.

“Okay, yeah,” he responds, hopping around to get his pants and underwear off.

He’s going to stretch you out, his cock is thick and throbbing and you pull him into you, kissing your own wetness right off his mouth.

“Oh god,” he cries as he pushes into you, he holds your thigh up high against his hips.

“That’s it,” you encourage softly, “go deeper.”

He heeds your request and snaps his hips harder, you both gasp.

“Shit, that’s so fucking good,” he muses, forehead pressed against yours. He’s rocking into you hard and fast, you can feel yourself building up to another release.

“How does it feel?” you whisper.

“Feels so good,” he whines, “so wet and tight, so fucking good baby. Feels like home,” he adds.

“Yeah…yeah,” you agree, though it’s a drastically different meaning for you.

He sits up on his knees, pulls your legs over his shoulders and fucks into you hard. That does it, you hold it in as long as you can, but its too much and you come just as soon as you feel him release himself against your cervix.

“Jungkook!” you cry out his name as he slowly thrusts into you a few more times, letting you spasm and clench around him, milking him back into softness.

When it’s done, and your guilt has been minimized, you wash up. Clean the makeup off your face and slip into a gym shirt and a pair of oversized sweats. Then you go get the first aid kit.

“It’s not that bad,” he assures you as he swats at your hand.

“Stop,” you say gently, “it’ll open back up in your sleep if you don’t get a bandage on it.”

You meticulously swirl some ointment over the scrape on his brow you noticed earlier, then clean the edges up. You open up the steristrip and place it over the wound.

“Am I sleeping here?” he widens his eyes suspiciously.

“Yeah, you are.”

He sets the kit on your nightstand and pulls you into him, kissing you deeply. You make yourself small and let him spoon you, but his breathing evens out and deepens within minutes, signaling he’s already asleep.

This is fine, you think. It’s okay, it could be worse. It could be worse.

T H E E N D

Endnotes:

1. Hey anon! I hope this satisfies your angsty, unrequited, trapped request. I wasn’t too sure about this one but once I got to writing it I actually really had fun. So, I hope you like it.

2. Why am I cranking these fics out like I have no life? Oh, it’s because I have no life and if you can keep a secret: I’ve had A LOT of downtime at work. Could I fill that time with a mundane task that doesn’t actually need to be done but would make me an exemplary employee? Yeah. But they don’t pay me enough and they’re never going to soooo. Here we are.

Ugh I love them so much omg !!!! The pining !!! Beautiful and ethereal, dazzlingly descriptive and detailed . Flows so beautifully and so beautifully written !!! My heart :,) they’re so cute and this au is so intimate , well crafted and visualised by authornim ( always the best with @azurefangirl ) so delicate and the longing !!! 🫂💓🥰

cut me loose // jjk

Synopsis: you always ended up here. Sitting in the passenger’s seat of Jungkook’s car, the city passes you by. Your heart gets heavier with each drive you take together - and it can’t go on forever.

Warnings: angst, unrequited (?) love, car sex (use protecc!), some swearing

Words: 3.6k 

A/N: hey gang. This is inspired by STUCKINMYBRAIN by Chase Atlantic (another song inspo laid ease). The ending is what you make of it - I’m pretty sure it’s where I wanted it to go. Please let me know what you think! Enjoy 🧡

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love me, leave me. | jjk AU

summary | inspired by ‘Change Days’ on Netflix, you and Jungkook are in a toxic relationship filled with arguing and making up. in hopes to change things you join the show ‘Change Days’ but it only seems to make things worse, yet at the same time proves that you’ll do anything but leave each other.

warnings | toxic relationship, established couple, toxic!jk x toxic!y/n, angst, jealousy, possessiveness, mutual masturbation, rough sex, no protection [sorry], nasty fuck, bathroom sex, dirty talk, slight degradation, switch!jk but he’s mean, bratty y/n, overall they def shouldn’t be together, cunnilingus, oral (f and m), mirror sex, fingering, handjob, blowjob, backshots, marking, hair pulling, implied choking, 14.1k words.

DAY ONE

The idea to audition for the show was all Jungkook’s. You knew there was something wrong with your relationship and you needed to fix it. He thought that this would really force you to face your problems and see if it was actually worth all the fight. He had a point, you know he did but you couldn’t trust him enough to know it was the only reason he wanted to join the show. Personally you didn’t see the point in it, dating other people while in a relationship as part of an experiment but whatever. If Jungkook were to go on a date then you should too, couldn’t let him have all the fun.

He glanced over at you for a second, the hand on your thigh giving a light squeeze asking for your attention. You let your phone down looking at him and forcing a smile on your face. He spoke, “You nervous?”

“Mhm,” you gave little for a response. It’s not entirely true that you were nervous over the show. More so you were nervous about the end. You thought about the last day when you’d be forced to either stay and love each other or leave. Not even saying that you wouldn’t find some way back to each other [you always do] but when you’re faced with an ultimatum lines are drawn. It wasn’t something you could brush off, that’s why Jungkook wanted to do this.

“For the date or the house?” Jungkook cleared his throat checking the gps again. You’d just been told you’d be having a date with your ‘Ideal Type’ apparently. It must’ve been based off the questionnaire the crew made you fill out. You didn’t answer him looking out the window. You didn’t want to think for a moment knowing you’d be leaving on a date right now and Jungkook would go with someone else.

You were dropped off at an illusion museum. Jungkook pointed to his cheek and you leaned for the kiss before leaving. You didn’t want to talk about where he was going or who he was going with. You didn’t want to think about that.

This was one of your problems with him. You both had a tendency to hide what you really felt. All the fights you had were over jealousy mostly out of irritation or to mask that one of you was mad at something worse. If it was important you both would hide your feelings but if it was something meaningless you’d let it show. Anything to avoid having a serious conversation over your concerns. You both struggled a lot with insecurities and it showed through in every petty argument you’d have.

At the museum you met the man who was supposed to be your date. Immediately you can see why the show paired him with you. He wasn’t extremely tall but he was lean, with broad shoulders. His hair was a dark brown and sharp brows. He looked over to you, a shy smile on his face that made you wonder how you were possibly his ideal type. His name was Kim Taehyung.

It was hard. The show prohibited you from talking about your age, occupation, or current relationship so finding something familiar was hard.

“So what is your ideal type actually?“ Taehyung asked later on after the museum. You two sat across from each other in a café talking. You thought about it for a second. What do you even say when you ask that?

It sucks that Jungkook didn’t come to mind, but you just hadn’t thought about him. You clicked your tongue trying to think, Taehyung laughing softly when you failed to answer. “Ah,” you pointed a finger without direction, “Someone I’m comfortable with. If I feel strange around someone I can’t help but show it and it makes my anxiety go up. I like someone who makes me feel unease.”

“Do I make you comfortable?” He’d been forward with the question. Taehyung could compare you to his girlfriend he’d say you had a better first impression to him. He couldn’t speak too freely considering it was the first day and you both clearly were in relationships. Still, he was curious about you, you were matched up today for a reason and he wanted to know what.

You looked over at him careful with your expressions scared the cameras would pick something up and create misunderstandings. Slowly you nodded, “I found it really easy to talk to you. From the beginning I’d say you made me feel comfortable.”

He just smiled. You spoke up, “Your turn. What’s your ideal type?”

He looked out the window holding his tea up. He looked at your reflection for a second before drifting over the garden just outside. “I like someone who I can be myself with. I’m very honest and straightforward and if I can’t express myself well then it bothers me. I need to be comfortable and be able to do that.”

It wasn’t until the afternoon when you got back. Unfortunately for you, his girlfriend and her date had already been there. Her name was Mira, she was a pretty girl with curled hair. She gave you a sideways glance when you both came in smiling. Taehyung paused for a moment, the laugh dying down slightly when he saw her then. Now they sat next to each other with you on the other side. Mira had gone on a date with Hoseok. Taehyung looked at guy once, looking over to you too. It was all very awkward.

Now that the high buzz from the date with him had worn off you thought about Jungkook. You wondered how he’d walk in, if he’d be smiling like you’d been or if he’d be distant.

Jungkook was the last to arrive actually. The other two had arrived shortly after you and Taehyung while Jungkook and his date were last. He’d been in the middle of talking about something you weren’t sure of as he walked into the dining room. Immediately he looked around at everyone finding you sitting there. He realized then everyone was already there minus him and the girl he’d been out with. Her name was Yunha and she was dating some guy named Namjoon.

He cleared his throat as he took his seat, his hand going to your lap immediately searching for your hand. He could already feel himself getting annoyed sizing up all these guys and trying to guess who your date was. His eyes landed on Taehyung when he glanced over at you with a little smile. Jungkook looked to you see how you’d react and when you smiled back with a little glint in your eye he knew then that was the guy.

Jungkook had been too busy looking Taehyung up trying to see what it was that had the show matching him with you. He didn’t hear it all clearly when the girl he’d gone on the date with spoke up. She touched his arm bc lightly snapping him out of his glaring, “Ugh, those macaroons were so good I want you to make me more.”

Your fingers twitched. You’d been in the middle of talking with the girl across from you, Hoseok’s girlfriend Jisoo. You could see her touch Jungkook’s arm from the corner of your eye. You didn’t react then, wanting to hide any reaction from everyone that you’d just met. You did however recieve a text over dinner.

ChangeDays | your partner from today’s date has asked you out on another tomorrow. do you accept or deny?

You glanced up at Taehyung for a second before checking everyone else. No one else was checking their phone and when you looked at Jungkook he was talking to Yunha.

you | accept

Till the end of that awkward dinner you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. What did it mean for you to accept? Did it seriously mean you were at least a little interested in Taehyung? Would Jungkook find out? If he did how would he react? Did all the male participants ask someone out or had Taehyung just asked you? All the questions were raising in your head and at the end of dinner they’d been answered.

‘Welcome to Change Days! Over the date today our male participants were asked if they’d like to go on a second date. The participants who chose were… Jeon Jungkook…”

You refused to look at him when you felt your boyfriend’s eyes on you. Of course he’d choose to go on a second date with the girl he’d gone out with today. You also knew what was coming and that Jungkook wouldn’t take it well. It almost brought a smile to your face knowing Jungkook probably thought he’d have one up on you.

“And Kim Taehyung. The female participants who have accepted to go on a date tomorrow were Choi Yunha and Y/n L/n.”

Jungkook looked over to you, a smug smile on his face, “Looks like we both have plans tomorrow.” It was awkward. You and Jungkook were the only couple where the two of you had agreed on going on dates. Mira glared at Taehyung who sunk into his chair a little awkwardly and you already knew a few fights would happen tonight.

After dinner you and Jungkook retreated to your room to unpack and you did so without a word. Jungkook was in the bathroom unpacking your makeup and face washed while you sat in the large bedroom unpacking the clothes. He wondered if he should say something. If he should apologize or get mad that you agreed to go on another date. He went for the latter.

“Your date must’ve been amazing for you to wanna go on another,” his movements were angry as he took out the shampoos and conditioners. You didn’t answer him, only rolled your eyes and continued stuffing a drawer with his clothes. He waited for you to respond and when you didn’t he pushed, “I wonder what you’ll do tomorrow.”

“Have you thought about your own date?” You asked, “Since you agreed to go on another too.”

“Yes but that was during the date when I was talking to her and thought it was a good idea,” Jungkook stepped out of the bathroom to look at you, “After the date I didn’t think about her once. You’re the one who accepted it over dinner as I’m sitting right next to you.”

“Okay? We still both did the same thing I doubt when it happened matters—“

The knock on your door cut you off. Jungkook huffed in annoyance walking over to the door opening it to reveal Taehyung. He gave Jungkook an awkward smile, “Is Y/n here?”

Jungkook was tempted to say no but he had no time when you rushed over. He looked down at his phone, a text from the crew telling him to go officiate the plans with Yunha and he understood why Taehyung was here. Without another word he moved past him and left the room to go find Yunha. He wanted to stay and here what Taehyung had to say but knew better of it. It was the first day and Jungkook was already regretting joining the show.

He needed this thought. He needed to be put in these uncomfortable situations where he watched his girlfriend go out with someone else. It might not make sense to everyone but it does to him. He spends so much time arguing over little things that he feels he should be forced to face reality. The reality being he loves you and even when you break up he can’t fully leave you, ever, and if he’s put in these awkward situations maybe he’ll come to realize how much he truly wants to be with you.

couples: [ you and jungkook] [mira and taehyung] [yunha and namjoon] [jisoo and hoseok]

DAY TWO

Jungkook watched as you did your make up. He sat on the lid of the toilet watching you closely. He looked at your skirt rolling his eyes, “Aren’t you going to be cold?”

“No,” you mumbled trying to put mascara on. He played with the hem of your skirt trying to drag you over to him. With a sigh you planted yourself down on his lap like he’d wanted you to. You looked to him as he kissed along your neck. “It’s short,” Jungkook mumbled, “I don’t want you to get cold.”

Or actually, he didn’t want you to look good for any other guy. He’s used to you dressing however and he really doesn’t care—but that’s when he’s there with you and he knows you’re not trying to look good for anyone but yourself. Usually he’d be proud, thinking in his head ‘my girl looks hot’ but right now he is as torn at the thought of you going out with another guy looking so pretty.

“No,” you shook your head trying to sit up but he kept you locked in place, “Don’t you have a date to get to?”

“Y/n, please change,” he went on looking at you again, “I’m not leaving until you do.”

“I’m not going to change, I always dress like this and you never have a problem with it,” you told him standing up and finishing up your makeup. He groaned loudly, why did he agree to go on another date? At the time he’d been pretty happy talking to Yunha. She was new to him and it was exciting so when he was asked if he’d go on another he had accepted. He didn’t expect your date with Taehyung to go so well that you’d want to go on another too. That didn’t sit well with him.

He had a problem with jealousy and double standards, he knows it, but so do you. That’s what makes your relationship so heated, you both were so possessive that he honestly couldn’t believe you both agreed on this. He was running late to meet Yunha so with reluctance he gave up on the topic of your skirt to wrap his arms around your waist and kiss you. His hand slid down your cheek to your chin where he cupped your jaw, dark eyes locked on yours, “Let’s not go on our dates.”

“Jungkook,” you yanked your face out of his grasp, “You’re the one who wanted this, remember?”

With a final goodbye he left. He tried not to think about you and Taehyung as he met up with Yunha out front. He forced a smile on his face as he greeted her and led her out to one of the cars production had set out for everyone.

“I’m excited,” Yunha had told him thinking about all the plans Jungkook had made with her last night. He was in charge of creating a date today and he chose to keep it simple. He’d take her out to a botanical greenhouse restaurant for lunch and afterwards they’d create their own perfume. He planned on creating one that you’d like knowing your favorite scents and all.

He looked at Yunha over lunch dissecting her appearance mostly. She was his ideal type from before he met you. She had short black hair that reached just above her shoulders, pale, resembled IU. When he first saw her yesterday he’d deemed her attractive and it had made him smile. The more they talked today the more he can find similarities between them, both being from Busan, both having one brother, er cetera. They were also both born in the same year unlike you who’d been you get than him but he had liked that. He liked taking care of you.

And despite what it might seem he hadn’t thought about you a whole lot during the date. It wasn’t until he and Yunha had returned to the house when his anxiety began to rise. You’d yet to arrive and he couldn’t help but wonder what you and Taehyung were up to.

When he heard you come in laughing he could feel himself begin to tense up. He didn’t like the idea of some other guy making you laugh even if he’d just returned from a date on his own. The ones who’d been at the house all day were in the dining room with Jungkook and Yunha having dinner. You and Taehyung walked in shortly after wiping off those stupid smug smiles off your faces.

“Should we heat up dinner for them?” Jisoo asked when you waved at Jungkook before heading to the kitchen for a plate. Mira snorted glaring at her boyfriend who walked past her with a small smile as he followed you into the kitchen, “They can heat up their own food.”

Jungkook silently agreed thinking it was a good idea at first. But then he heard more laughter from the kitchen and in an instant he was up. He stormed over and found you and Taehyung at the kitchen counter. He went behind you, a hand on your waist as he kissed your cheek, “Have you had dinner yet?”

“No, we underestimated how much food to bring,” you turned to him. Your hand touched his neck reassuringly and flashed him a smile. He just nodded going back to his seat when he assured himself no funny business was happening in the kitchen.

When you came out moments later with a plate the questions began. Mira glared over at you like you’d done something wrong though technically you hadn’t. Everyone knew what the show entailed and that’s why you weren’t mad at Jungkook for going on a date with Yunha. Everyone knew you’d be going out with other people’s partners so for Mira to glare at you like you’d done something wrong was unfair.

“So what did you all do today?” You asked trying to cut some of the tension circling the dining room. Jisoo spoke up first, “Those of us who stayed home went out to buy groceries and for lunch. Nothing special.”

“Not at all, what did you do with Taehyung?” Mira asked looking over to you. Taehyung cut in first, “We went glamping, I told you already.”

Jungkook turned to you when Yunha spoke up, “That’s nice. We went to this botanical restaurant. It was super lovely and we got to create perfumes. Oh Y/n you’re gonna love Jungkook’s perfume, I picked it out myself.”

You looked at her for a second trying to see if there were any hidden remarks in her statement. Jungkook just sighed, his original plan had been to give you the perfume he created but Yunha had thought better of creating one for each other so in the end he gave it to her.

By the time everyone was ready to call it a night you and Jungkook retreated to your bedroom, you looked over at him, “Well let me smell this perfume.”

He took the small box he’d set on the dresser and handed it to you. You raised the perfume to your nose, face scrunching at the tangy scent. He was up taking his shirt off getting ready for the night as you looked over the scents put into the perfume. Still in your skirt, your legs were hiked up on the bed giving Jungkook a view of the space between your legs. He huffed out tiredly as he plopped down to sit at your feet pulling tour legs onto his lap.

You handed him the perfume and he smelled it again, expression mirroring yours at the strong scent, “You keep it.”

“I can’t,” you said running your leg up his Jean clad thigh, “Yunha picked it out herself just for you.”

His ears picked up your jealous tone pretty quickly and it’s bad how it made him smile. Good. You cared enough about him to get jealous.

DAY THREE

Today was much slower. Nothing was planned for the day so far so you all had free reign to get to know each other which really meant you’d be talking about your relationships. Namjoon and Yunha had gone first.

Yunha and Namjoon had been together for five years now and their biggest complaint was that they’ve lost their spark. Their relationship had become boring and though they loved each other they searched for something new or worth sparking up their love again.

Hoseok and Jisoo were a little more complicated. One wanted to get married and the other didn’t but they also didn’t want to break up. They didn’t want to think about their future but growing up has put them in a tight spot.

When Taehyung spoke about his relationship with Mira you listened much closer. Mira sighed, “We’ve broken up once before but that was because of me.”

“We’d been dating for about six months and I cheated on him, it was a one time mistake,” Mira said trying to justify it, “But since then we’ve been together for nine months now.”

“I have difficulty trusting her,” Taehyung pointed out when Mira didn’t go into more detail. He looked over to you and Jungkook, “What about you two?”

“We’ve been together in total for about two years,” Jungkook spoke up as he looked over to you, “But we’ve broken up maybe ten times?”

“Ten times?” Namjoon’s brows furrowed. You nodded your head playing with the throw pillow which sat on your lap. You turned to your boyfriend as you spoke, “I think our biggest problem is communication? We fight a lot over little things but avoid talking about important stuff. We know we do it.”

“We are also very similar in the way we think and express ourselves and I think sometimes that complicated things when you don’t have someone to balance you out,” Jungkook added, his hand on your back as he spoke.

It’s true. Maybe not on the outside but on the inside you and Jungkook were eerily similar. When you first met it was exciting. You were different from each other when it came to your likes and dislikes but when it came to how you were within it was insane how similar you were. Jungkook was always so used to being the possessive and jealous one in the relationship that when you acted similarly it made him defensive.

It felt like he had to make excuses for everything you’d accuse him of and he’d think about last relationships when he’d be the one accusing his partner. It made him want to argue with you because it appeared you didn’t trust him even if he got jealous over any guy who was around you too. On top of that you weren’t easy to be with.

Back then he would so easily have his girlfriends apologizing begging on their knees for him but with you it wasn’t like that. After an argument you brushed him to the side like you didn’t have time for it when he just wanted to take his anger out on you. And it’s not like you were perfect, Jesus Christ you were insufferable when you wanted to argue. Nobody could ignore you, nobody could walk away without hearing what you had to say even if you’d said it ten times over. So many times would it become a screaming between you two.

Sometimes he wonders if you argued with him for the make up sex. The hate fueled sex after an argument was always amazing—though to be fair sex with you in general was amazing. But he thinks that’s another reason for all your problems. You can argue for days over a problem so minuscule and insignificant but when one of you does something actually wrong you don’t want to talk about it. You want to forget it exists and what ends up happening is you fuck your feelings away. It worked in the beginning but now that you’ve been together a little over two years you both have realized you can’t fuck the problems away. You needed to be grown ups and talk it out.

That’s why you joined the show, in hopes that you’d be able to face your issues head on and quit breaking up whenever things got too hard and you couldn’t avoid it using sex.

The most recent argument you’ve tried to avoid was over moving in together. He wants you to move in but you’re not sure yet. The amount of times you’ve broken up means you shouldn’t live in one household. What happens the next time you do something to piss him off and he breaks up with you? Or when he prioritizes anyone and everyone over you that you’re sick of being with him and need a break? You won’t be able to do that anymore when you move in together. Plus, Jungkook always acts like you’re expendable.

He loves you and he knows you love him but he wonders if you weren’t made to be in a relationship to each other. Maybe that’s where things went wrong, when you decided to be something more than friends. He misses when you were friends, laughing and going out for drinks, confiding in each other over relationship problems. But then he thinks about it now and the thought of you going out when anyone but him fills him with so much anger he can’t even explain it. He can’t picture not kissing you good morning or goodnight. And though it isn’t the most healthiest relationships he also knows there’s no one else like you for him. That’s probably why you keep going back to each other even after trying to see other people.

So it makes him laugh a little when he thinks about what the show means for them. He imagines what it’d be like to truly fall for someone other than you here and what it’d be like to date them. But then almost instantly he thinks about when he breaks up with them and he goes running back to you because you’ve been all he knows long before you even started dating.

It’s something people don’t understand. They don’t get how you both can put up with all these arguments but they just don’t get it. You know you’re a lot to handle and he is too, yet you are the only ones who have been able to understand that about each other. He’s the only one who’s actually put up with all of your bratty antics and puts you in your place. And vise versa, whenever he gets on his high horse around you, you knock him down a few pegs and remind him he can’t just treat you like shit because he’s mad. You aren’t apologizers, you don’t say you’re sorry to each other because you both already know you are.

Except maybe talking things out instead of leaving it as is will be the only thing to save your relationship.

DAY FOUR

When he woke up first thing in the morning he hadn’t expected to have a text. He read over it a few times while you showered and tried to decide what to do.

ChangeDays | would you like to see pictures from your partner’s date yesterday? yes or no

jungkook: yes

In reality he should’ve said no. He knew himself better and knew what it’d mean for him to see any sort of picture where you looked close to another guy but he couldn’t help it. He had to know what it looked like. So far he’s tried very hard not to argue with you or talk about anything difficult in front of cameras but who knows how much longer he’ll be able to hold it off. You’ve barely been talking to each other when you’re alone and he’s sure it has to deal with you both wanting to avoid fighting. But he can’t help but notice how unaffectionate you’ve both been since you got here. You weren’t normally the PDA type or anything but your relationship did have a lot of sexual favors for each other. It was your love language in the simplest of definitions.

He stared at the first picture, you and Taehyung were bundled up in a tent playing some card game laughing. He zoomed in on your face seeing your bright smile. The picture wasn’t the worst so he tried to move on from it. In the second you and Taehyung were a little closer apparently talking but your eye contact was intense. It was the last two pictures that had him on edge. In one you were feeding Taehyung a s’more and in the last Taehyung was wrapping a scarf around your neck. Jungkook scoffed a little when he saw it.

Just then you came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around yourself holding your phone up. Your eyes were locked on one of the photos from Jungkook’s date. Yunha ‘fixing’ his hair while he leaned down for her to reach. They were looking into each other’s eyes and everything. In another picture she was huddled extremely close to Jungkook’s side practically pressed against him. Still, you didn’t dare bring it up right now. You feel yourself annoyed by it and in order to avoid confrontation you’ll keep it to yourself.

Jungkook on the other hand didn’t care at the moment, “I saw the pictures.”

You didn’t say anything digging through your clothes for something new to wear. He watched you walk back into the bathroom to change. He gave you some time and when he heard the clink of your make up on the counter he got up and followed you. He leaned against the doorframe, “So does that guy not have hands or something? You gotta feed it to him?”

You rolled your eyes not bothering to look at him. You can already sense an argument spewing and you’d rather not freak out on camera. Jungkook looked at the camera as he huddled closer to you spotting the gray scarf Taehyung had wrapped around you. He picked it up and pushed it toward you, “You plan on keeping it?”

“I’m going to give it back but I couldn’t yesterday. It would look bad if I handed it to him while Mira was there,” you finally answered him but it only seemed to annoy him more when you only decided to talk about the scarf and not the pictures. You wanted to hold it in but with him wanting to talk now you couldn’t, “And don’t worry about what happens on my date when your pictures say something too.”

He didn’t even think about what his pictures would look like. You continued, “You’re the one who wanted to be on this show so you have no right getting mad over what happens.”

“Okay but we came on this show to fix our relationship,” Jungkook said stepping out of the bathroom when you turned to go to the bed, “Unless you plan on breaking up with me.”

You rolled your eyes, “You always assume I want to break up with you. If you don’t want to be together just say it and let’s stop wasting our time.”

“Oh is that what we’re doing? Wasting each other’s time being together?” Jungkook followed you. You sat up on your knees, “Thats not what I meant and you know it. You’re the one who brings up breaking up any chance you get.”

“Because listen to the way you respond. I know I’m the one who wanted to be on the show but you can’t even try and be a little considerate of me when you go out with another guy? This was my idea but you seem pretty fucking happy going on dates with that guy,” Jungkook crawled onto the bed sitting in front of you. You crossed your arms over your chest narrowing your eyes at him, “What about you?”

You took your phone and pulled up one of his pictures, the one where Yunha had her hands all over his face, “Doesn’t look like you care much for being considerate to me.”

“That was her, was I just supposed to push her away? You are feeding him,” Jungkook told you. You stood up getting off the bed as you slipped on your slippers, “Whatever. You always have an excuse for what you do but when I do something it’s the end of the world.”

“Where are you going?” Jungkook asked watching you open the door to your shared bedroom. You didn’t answer him, simply closing the door and walking away.

ChangeDays | Female participants today you have a choice to ask out one of the men of your choosing for a date tomorrow. Choose wisely and confirm plans before tomorrow.

You wanted to ask Taehyung out. He made you feel the most comfortable so far. You’ve been on edge with Jungkook lately and Taehyung has a way to make you feel at ease. It made you feel guilty to say that but it’s true. When you’re arguing with Jungkook any time you try and talk it makes it hard to want to be around him. But even if you wanted to ask Taehyung you weren’t going to.

You’ve already met up with him twice and you’re scared what might come of it if you go out with him a third. So, you chose Hoseok instead. If you would’ve chosen Namjoon it’d be weird considering he was dating Yunha and she seemed so close to your boyfriend. You also haven’t had enough time to talk to Hoseok either so it’d be nice to get to know someone else. After dinner you managed to catch him before he left the dining room and asked him out. He was a bit taken back but accepted nevertheless with a smile.

Later over dinner you heard the god awful sound:

‘Welcome to Change Days! Our female participants had a chance to ask a man of their choosing out on a date. The ones who will be going on a date tomorrow are… Lee Yunha and Kim Taehyung, Y/n and Jung Hoseok…”

You barely reacted when they said it but Jungkook’s hand over your thigh tightened just a fraction more.

“Park Jisoo and Jeon Jungkook. Kang Mira and Jeon Jungkook.”

You couldn’t hide the surprise on your face. First you looked at Namjoon noticing he wasn’t asked out and you couldn’t understand why. Maybe it had to do with him mostly keeping to himself so far but you couldn’t understand why nobody chose. You also couldn’t understand how you got lucky enough to date Mr. Popular who managed to score two dates for tomorrow. You didn’t say anything to him, not sure if you even had a right to. Instead you just got up once dinner was over and went to your room to look up date ideas to go over with Hoseok.

When Jungkook came in you couldn’t stop yourself from wanting an argument, “I can’t believe I’m dating Mr. Popular, aren’t I lucky?”

He rolled his eyes crossing the room and shedding himself of his clothes leaving him in his briefs only and getting a towel. He went over to where you sat on your bed, “Let’s shower together.”

“I’m tired,” you lied pulling the covers over yourself. He knows you’re mad he has two dates tomorrow but to be fair it’s not his fault two girls asked him out. And could he really say no or would production have time him he had to considering that’s the point of the show?

And he misses you. He misses your hands on him and your soft skin under his fingertips. He misses the rough sex you’d have every chance you two could get after all those fights. He never realized how much you tried escaping with sex. Right now that you’ve been here and have been having these tiny disagreements that have left him annoyed till the next day was strange. He’s not used to being mad at you like this. He’s used to you two fighting and making up a couple hours later with a good fuck. But if you weren’t having sex you’re forced to keep feeling this way until you get over it or talk it out. He doesn’t want to do either.

“Come on baby,” he leaned into your neck not caring about the cameras in the room, “I miss you.”

“It’s an early night tonight,” you told him knowing full well what he wanted to do right now and you weren’t interested. He wants to complain about your photos or your skirt being too short when look at what he’s doing. He’s going on a date with two girls and he expects you to want to have sex after finding out?

“Besides I have to tell Hoseok what we’re doing tomorrow and I’m sure both girls have to tell you the plans too,” you shut him down.

DAY FIVE

“I don’t want to leave before we talk,” Jungkook had said the next morning. You’d just finished breakfast and were in your room now getting ready for the day. Jungkook’s first date was Jisoo but you didn’t know exactly what they were doing. All you knew was that they’d be getting lunch and go do something else. Then he’d have his date with Mira later.

“What do you mean?” You cleared your throat brushing your hair back as you looked at him through the reflection of the mirror. He came up behind you, “Are you mad at me?”

“No,” you turned to look at him, “This is what we signed up for. We knew what we’re getting ourselves into. I’m just trying to be understanding that’s all.”

His hands found your waist pulling you into him. He was supposed to be meeting Jisoo any second now. He looked down at you, forehead leaned against yours, “Let’s not look at the pictures today. I don’t want to fight.”

You thought about it for a second. Maybe he was right, if you just kept yourself clueless on what he was doing today you could pretend like everything was okay. You can act like seeing him be all happy with someone else didn’t affect you. You came on this show to meet other people, not to break up but to see if your relationship was strong. When you nodded your head he lifted your chin up and pressed his lips against yours. You kissed him back eagerly melting into him as he held you in place. He wanted to pick you up and put you on the counter not caring about the time or the cameras or anything.

He missed this. Though you and Jungkook always struggled either expressing your feelings or being affectionate that did not translate to the bedroom at all. No, sexual intimacy is where you both excelled at and hence why most of the time you’d fuck your anger out. Nothing would be solved but at least you wouldn’t feel as tense. He’d do anything to fuck you right now and pretend like you haven’t been arguing recently so that he could just hold you in his arms, but he knew that wasn’t going to fix anything. Instead he bid you farewell and left for his first date of the day.

You took Hoseok out to the beach. You remembered hearing him say how excited he was to be at Jeju and that he hoped to get a chance to visit the beach so you brought him. You ate at a cafe off the boardwalk and during your date walked alongside the shore. He made you laugh, a lot, and your conversations were lighthearted. He felt like someone you could be friends with. By the end of the date you’d gone to a bakery for some pastries and sitting outside the shop you had a great idea to draw each other.

“I can’t draw for shit so don’t get mad if I give you three noses,” Hoseok had joked which made you laugh. You pointed an accusatory finger at him, “Now that has nothing to do with skill and everything to do with you wanting to draw noses.”

“You caught me,” he laughed, “Jisoo hates when I give her four eyes.”

You think you also connected with Hoseok because you were on the same boat. Both your relationship and his weren’t interested in breaking up, you were interested in fixing it in the most toxic way possible apparently. Taehyung expressed he can’t trust Mira after she cheated on him but he’s still here to go on dates and decide if he even wants to be with her. Yunha too looks like she’s more interested in breaking up than staying with Namjoon and it just so happens to be your boyfriend she’s interested in. And unlike Taehyung’s tone which had been a little flirty with you, Hoseok’s was neutral so it didn’t feel like a date but instead two friends hanging out.

You got home much earlier than Jungkook considering he still had a second date and considering it was just you, Namjoon, and Hoseok, the three of you made dinner.

Jungkook’s first date with Jisoo was alright. Unfortunately for her he’d been thinking about you. He felt awful for not being able to fully pay attention to her but she didn’t seem to mind. On his second date with Mira he tried being a little more attentive. It was hard not to when the date was at a hot spring. He tried not to look at her when she came out in a bikini but it was hard not to. He kept picturing you in his situation with one of the guys, he thought about how mad he’d be about it. So when she asked him how he met you, he found the perfect distraction.

“We met in college through a mutual friend,” Jungkook said looking into her eyes and her eyes alone despite the dip of cleavage showing over the water surface. He smiled a little at the memory, “Well actually the one who set us up had a tiny crush on me but I ended up falling for Y/n instead. We had so much in common it was crazy, so naturally we’d become good friends. We didn’t go out till about a year or two after just being friends. The one who introduced us to each other wasn’t so happy about it.”

He paused in thought, “I miss that sometimes. I miss when we used to be able to sit down and talk things out or talk about our problems. Now I feel like we just agree to disagree on things that we definitely need to talk about. I don’t know, Y/n’s my best friend.”

“Do you wish you were still friends?” Mira asked him. He shrugged, “I love her, but it was different when we were just friends. I don’t think either one of us really understood what it meant to start dating. Things that used to not even bother us about each other became these big arguments that neither one of us want to have. We spend more of our time avoiding confrontation that we make it worse when we try and talk it out.”

When he got home he missed you. Talking with Mira made him want to talk with you instead. She was nice and it was great to have someone to listen to him but she wasn’t you. She asked too many questions on why you two acted the way you did with each other and he can’t explain it. He doesn’t have to explain it with you, you just understand because you’re the same. He looked around at the few in the living room, “Where’s Y/n?”

“She’s outside.”

“By herself?” Jungkook asked slipping his jacket back on. Jisoo didn’t respond but Hoseok did, “No, with Namjoon.”

Namjoon? Jungkook tried to think for a second. Namjoon wasn’t the one you had a date with it was Hoseok, so why were out with Namjoon right now? He took off toward the door leading outside looking around when he spotted you. You and Namjoon were walking up the driveway with a grocery bag in hand. When you spotted Jungkook you smiled, still thinking about the happy way you left off with him kissing each other goodbye.

“We got ice cream!” Namjoon said happily stopping at Jungkook. He didn’t even bother looking at him, his eyes trained on yours, “Did you walk to the store?”

“Yeah, it’s nice out so we figured why not,” you shrugged knowing it wasn’t a big deal. Jungkook nodded, “Walk with me.” You looked to Namjoon telling him to go on ahead and he left with a wave. Jungkook led you toward the house a little later. He threw an arm around you, “How was your date?”

“It was fun, we went to the beach had dinner then went to a bakery,” you told him. Hm, he’s never gone to the beach with you. Now he has to live with the knowledge that you went on a date with another man and went to the beach with him. Still, he tried to be understanding knowing he’d gone to a hot spring with Mira and he’d need to tell you that later tonight. When you got inside you took a seat in the living room where everyone else was and talked about nothing in particular.

“How long were you and Jungkook friends before you started dating?” Mira asked out of the blue. Jungkook had been in the middle of caressing your thigh softly when she asked. You thought about it for a second assuming Jungkook must’ve talked about you during their date, “We were friends for about two years?”

“It must’ve been so different then.” “Mmm not really,” your brows furrowed. It was a little different but if anything it made it so much easier for you to fall for each other when you weren’t complete strangers.

“Oh,” Mira just nodded. You felt strange, like maybe she had something to say but didn’t want to say it and you didn’t like it. As if Jungkook could sense it he moved closer to you as you spoke, “Why do you ask?”

Taehyung looked down at his girlfriend, she just shrugged, “I just assumed you’d think it was better when you were just friends like Jungkook.”

All eight of the people in the living room stopped what they were doing. Tension shifted in the air after what she said and all eyes fell on you and Jungkook. You turned to look at him noticing his brows furrowed, lips slightly parted and a look of confusion written on his face. Your brow arched, “Oh really? He said that?”

“I didn’t,” Jungkook shook his head at the accusation. Mira had spoken without thinking and twisted his words. He’s not sure if it’s what she thought he said or if she was looking to start drama but he wasn’t going to hear any of it. Annoyed, you stood up abruptly and retreated to your room. Glaring over at Mira he stood up to follow you hearing Taehyung tell Mira she should’ve just shut up. He walked in to find you under the covers already face in your phone, “Baby I didn’t say that.”

You ignored him feeling the bed dip when he sat next to you, “But what did you even talk about that made her say that. Like why does she even need to know anything about us?”

Jungkook thought for a second, “She asked how we met and I told her.”

“Okay and so why did she say you thought it was better if we were just friends?” You asked, “Is something wrong with us that you can’t tell me? You gotta go complain about me to the next girl who’ll listen?”

“Why would I complain about being with you? I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t trying to work things out between us,” Jungkook told you. He brushed your hair out of your face. He knew it was late already and that hopefully everyone was going to bed soon because he really didn’t want to go back out there. He was in the middle of combing your hair with his fingers when there was a knock on the door. Thinking better to ignore it the door opened slightly.

“Jungkook-ah?” Mira’s voice spoke from around the corner where the door hid. You looked at each other, Jungkook signing, “Yes?”

“Can I talk to you?” Jungkook was hunched over your blanketed figure trying to work things out with you and now she needed something from him.

You rolled your eyes shooing him away, “Just go.” He thought about it for a second thinking it better to stay with you, he spoke, “Do you think it can wait? I’m kind of busy.”

He knows he shouldn’t. He knows you too well. You’ll tell him to go but then get mad at him when he actually does. He knows it’s better to stay with you but Mira was relentless, “It won’t take long. I just have your swimming trunks.”

Shit, he cursed at himself when your eyes fell back on him. He was working it up to tell you about his date before you heard it from somewhere else. You were already upset about Mira bringing up your relationship that he didn’t want to make you even madder but now she’s gone and said it. He stood up taking the trunks out of Mira’s hands. She motioned for him to come out and he stepped out, “What?”

“Is Y/n mad?” Mira asked. No, Jungkook knew what this was. It was a trap. Why would Mira ask him that? Why would she bring up the swimming trunks right now? Why would she tell you Jungkook thought it was better when you were friends? And why did she think he’d tell her if his girlfriend was upset when it was nothing of her concern? The light in the bedroom began to shut off and he sighed, “Goodnight Yunha.”

DAY SIX

When he’s at his own place, he hardly struggles to fall asleep. He can sleep anywhere really as long as there was a bed for him to lay on but tonight was different. His conversation with Mira had been short, honestly kind of pointless but whatever. He’d hoped to talk to you when he got back but you’d been dead asleep. He lied in bed for hours tossing and turning trying to sleep. He wanted to tell you about the date with Mira, explain what exactly they did that required him to be in swimming trunks and Mira in a skimpy bikini. He needs to think of a way to make it better with you so you wouldn’t have an argument about it in the morning.

He also just can’t think straight. His mind has been racing these last couple of days about your relationship. He didn’t want to break up and he hoped you didn’t want to either but he sees what your biggest problem with each other is. It’s not miscommunication only it’s jealousy. Just the thought of you with another man on dates drives him fucking crazy that he’s willing to argue with you over pictures. It’s mostly why you’ve been arguing lately even if you say it’s not. And okay, maybe you’re not having full disagreements every day but he can just tell when you’re upset with each other even if neither one of you admits it.

He knows you’re both jealous people and you seeing him with Mira or Jisoo probably annoys the hell out of you. It probably took a lot for you to not react to him having two dates today. He was going crazy over your date with Hoseok he can’t even imagine how you’d react to him and Mira going to a hot spring. Fuck he should’ve tried to convince her to do something else.

Just now thinking about the pictures of you and Hoseok that he rejected to see was driving him insane. He wished he could see them now, see if you looked happy with another man. But this is why he said they shouldn’t see the pictures because another fight would definitely break out. Right now that its 2:00am there’s other things he’d like to think about.

Like for instance, because the fact he’s thinking about your dates with Hoseok and Taehyung he can feel himself get mad. He doesn’t want to be mad. He knows you’re his but fuck just thinking about today and what you possibly could’ve done with Hoseok was getting to him. He wants to fix things between you even if it’s not by talking out. The only way you know how to fix your problems doesn’t involve much talking but it worked like a charm every time. He just wants to have sex with you and forget that you went on with other guys and that he went out with other girls. He just wants to show you that you’re his only even if you go see other guys. He wants you to know you own all of him, not Jisoo or Mira or Yunha but you.

That’s probably why he’s felt so stressed out lately. The most you two have done is kiss and that was only once in the morning. And right now he doubts there will be any good morning kisses today when you’d been mad at him for telling Mira something about you two and definitely over Mira insisting on giving him his swimming trunks that he accidentally left in the car knowing damn well he’d chased you into the room when you left the living room.

“Babe,” he nudged your shoulder trying to wake you. It was so dark he could barely see past your sleeping figure. You groaned when he nudged you again, “Wake up I want to talk to you.”

“Leave me alone,” you muttered sleepily turning tour back to him. He sighed curling himself along your form, a hand on your bare thigh as the other moved hair off your neck so he could rest his chin there, “Come on, please?”

“What do you want?” You eyes fluttered open and a sigh slipped from your lips. You looked back at him as best as you could in the darkness feeling his head rest against your shoulder. His hand played with the end of his t-shirt that you wore, sliding it up more as his fingers found the hem of your underwear, “You mad at me?”

Rolling your eyes you flipped onto your back, Jungkook not moving an inch away from you, “It’s late, go to sleep.”

He leaned forward, nipping lightly at your ear lobe knowing how sensitive you were there, “I can’t.”

He wanted to make you not mad at him anymore, his rough hands sliding under the shirt feeling your stomach up and down. He could feel himself beginning to get more turned on when his hand felt how warm you felt. He wanted you so fucking bad right now even if you were mad at him or he was annoyed with you. If you had all this built up stress shouldn’t he help you get rid of it if he’s the cause? His sweats were making him sweat a little and with his lack of underwear on his dick was pressed against your hip, the friction was there.

You didn’t push him off or tell him to stop when his flat palm trailed toward your breasts, his thumb and index finger finding your right nipple quickly, circling around it feeling it begin to stiffen before running his thumb over the tip. Jungkook smiled when he heard the light sigh escape your lips, his legs tangled with yours feeling his erection press against you, “You don’t have to do anything. I’ll make us both feel good.”

You had a feeling Jungkook just wanted to have sex and act like you didn’t go to bed upset with him. But you couldn’t find it in you to care about his motives when he shimmied his sweats down and let his semi-hard member peak out. His lips found yours greedily, tongue swiping against your mouth deepening the kiss as his touch on your breasts got rougher, palm kneading your tit now. You wriggled restlessly hearing him groan when you rubbed against his member and his free hand was going down to his cock to release some of the tension. The hand on your breasts left to his cock using his other hand to press against your lower stomach, fingertips brushing against the hem of your seamless underwear.

You looked down at his hand, the one that was palming his member as he looked at your slightly parted legs hooking one over his lap and spreading them even further. When his eyes found yours he let his hand slip into your underwear watching the way your lips parted with a gasp. Still sleepy you looked even more seductive to him using a thumb to swipe some of his precum off his tip and massaging it around his head all while looking at your expression. His middle finger found your push first, the tip brushing over the hood of your clit tracing down your slit feeling a small pool of wetness.

The small pool grew when his fingertip circled your clit teasingly and he was able to dip two fingers into the slick and drag them out holding them up. He rubbed his thumb against the two fingers spreading the wetness before moving the hand to his dick and lathering his length with it. A low growl slipped from his lips, “Look what you do to me.”

You watched his hand begin to pump his cock, long slow strokes up and down the length of it as his other hand slipped into your underwear again. He watched you watch him jack off licking his lips at the thought of giving you a show. He leaned his head against yours, his mouth close to yours gasping for air when he rubbed into the space just under his tip like how you usually do. His middle finger ran along your folds stimulating you slowly feeling your hips begin to wiggle a little. With his eyes on yours he pushed the thick finger between your pussy lips sinking into your entrance before rubbing the outer labia. He felt your stomach dip as it tended and with the palm of his hand he kneaded your clit.

His eyes fell to your parted lips, a small whine slipping from them that made him smirk, “Does it feel good?”

“Mmm,” you mumbled, hips bucking into his hand as he pulled his finger out to flick into your entrance folds before plunging back in. His ring finger began to press in as well, your legs falling apart trying to get more pleasure and he smiled, moaning into your ear how he knows you like it, “I missed you.”

“Shut up,” you whined, a hand going over his urging him to be more rough. When he says he misses you he means your pussy. He sees you every day but he misses touching you. Knowing there was another couple just on the other side of their bedroom wall most likely deep asleep, while he’s knuckles deep in your tight walls.

He’d do anything to fuck you right now but he knows he shouldn’t. If he did then you definitely wouldn’t be done by the time the camera crew got here. He wouldn’t want to do just one quick round especially considering how tense he’s been lately watching you smile and go on dates with other guys.

“Fuck,” you pressed your face against his, nose brushing on his cheek and the hand that was once on his dick was coming to find your free hand. He dragged it over to his side as you moaned out his name. He smiled placing your hand over his, “Shh baby, we don’t want to wake the others up.”

“Ugh,” he groaned when your hand tightened around his fist forcing the grip on his cock to squeeze in an upward stroke. He licked his dry lips, “I want to fuck you so bad.”

Removing his hand off himself while his other sped up fingering your he raised it to your face, turning you by your chin so that his lips could touch yours. You turned quickly, one leg swinging over his thigh as your handed pumped his member faster, his hand between your legs trapped between your cunt and his thigh. The hand on your chin circled to the back of your head dragging you back to him by the hair lifting his knee up feeling you begin to ride his thigh with his cock on your hand and his trapped inside your tight walls.

Your free hand moved to his chest, taut muscles tensing with each stroke and you pulled away from his mouth, grinding harder against his thigh you kissed down his collarbone toward his pec. He licked his lips biting back a groan as you left sloppy open mouth kissed against his skin, tongue soothing any sting your teeth left when they nipped him. Your tongue circled around his nipple sucking lightly like he could get milked there. His legs shook when your hand released his dick to go massage his balls feeling your grip pull on his flesh making him wince in pleasure. You did it again a few times simply lolling his balls around while his cock twitched and ached for relief. He went to lower his hand down again when you nipped his sensitive nipple again.

Your walls tightened around his fingers almost making them slip out as your clit rutted against his palm still using his thigh for support. He felt you shake over him, his hand going to your hip moving you faster back and forth until suddenly. Your knee gave in between his legs, thighs shaking as he felt the moment your release took over. Your mouth flushed against his chest sucking bruises into the skin as you came.

He waited like a patient man for you to come down from your high. You lifted yourself off his thigh and finger staring down at his angry cock pointed up at the ceiling but you didn’t put your hand back on him. He licked his lips hoping you’d take him in your mouth already making him restless under your stare.

Instead, you leaned down to plant the softest kiss on his red tip before looking around for the underwear he’d slid off your legs. His brows furrowed bringing his sticky hand up to examine your release. Before he could ask you what you were doing you were dragging his hand toward your mouth licking your juices off his digits swirling your tongue teasingly making him groan.

“Next time you want to go swimming or whatever with another girl and don’t tell me,” you started by grabbing the covers and shimmying under them again, “I’m gonna do worse than leave your dick hard.”

His jaw dropped watching you with disbelief, “Babe, let me explain.”

“It’s funny you thought I was going to let you fuck after crying to Mira about being better off as friends with me,” you turned your back to him. He looked down at his member, ready for its own release but it was softening. You really… you just… you used him to make you cum and then left him high and dry.

And to think he was hoping this would make you stop arguing.

DAY SEVEN

You knew he was mad. Good, he deserved it. Yesterday you fell back asleep after having an orgasm and by morning he wouldn’t even talk to you. He was so mad that you used him to get off while he got blue balls basically. It made you laugh actually. Of course he’d think sex would make everything better. As if you could just act like he hadn’t been telling Mira god knows what about you on their date. And then to find out he was in swimming trunks? What bad she been wearing? What’d they do? Go swimming? Tan? Go in a hot tub? He didn’t even bother telling you even though he begged you to tell him what your plans were with Hoseok.

He’s unbelievable and you don’t care that he spent all day yesterday mad at you. For day six you didn’t have any dates planned so all the couples just went out for dinner and that’s it. Today was day seven and you and Jungkook still weren’t talking. Tomorrow would be the last day where you have to decide if you want to stay together or not. Right now you’re feeling conflicted over that.

You love Jungkook but clearly neither one of you knows how to communicate. He thinks sex will mean you two are making up and you think treating him like shit will work too.

“I know what we’re doing today,” Namjoon came outside where you had been sitting next to Jisoo and Hoseok. Jungkook was across the pool from you with Taehyung. “Group date.”

It was going to be awkward. Very much so, why? Because your date was Hoseok and Jungkook’s was Mira. Jisoo and Namjoon had to pair up and that left Yunha and Taehyung together.

You drove off with Hoseok not bothering to speak to Jungkook once while you two got ready and when you had to see him again at the arcade you barely acknowledged him. The only thing that made that hard was having to watch him be with his date Mira and pay no attention to you.

Good, he thought, it’s what you fucking deserve. All he wanted was to make up and get over wherever tension there was between you but you were mean. You used him for yourself and left him hard by himself. He couldn’t even jerk off because he was so angry at you. If you would’ve just let him explain why he didn’t tell you about the swimming trunks [which was really going to be bad timing if he’d told you when you were upset over what Mira said] this wouldn’t have happened.

He’s been doing everything in his power to annoy you. He’s been extra nice to Mira today, smiling at her and throwing in flirts here and there.

Right now he was competing against Mira in one of those street racer games where you play with a wheel. He was trying to focus but you made it so damn hard. He could hear you laughing at whatever stupid joke Hoseok told you just next to him.

“No, I call for a rematch. You cheated!” Hoseok laughed loudly as you spun in a circle cheering over your victory. Maybe you were being extra to annoy Jungkook, maybe you weren’t. All you know is that he’s been so attentive to Mira today it’s pissing you off. So he won’t talk to his girlfriend but he’ll talk to the girl who made you argue in the first place? Yeah okay.

“Just accept your defeat and move on Hobi,” you laughed throwing in the nickname knowing Jungkook was in earshot. He glanced over for a second, his car bumping into the wall. When did you get so close to Hoseok that you started calling him by Hobi? Dumbass name if you ask him.

“Come on let’s go see who can shoot more baskets,” Jungkook called to Mira once the game was over and she followed like an obedient puppy. He’s not surprised Mira is so into him when he knows she cheated on Taehyung. Taehyung didn’t even look at Mira once like he didn’t care about what she did and that’s what Jungkook didn’t understand.

Mira and Taehyung clearly came to meet new people and break up, but you and him didn’t so why does it feel like that?

Knowing it’d piss you off he tried to really help Mira shoot a basket in the game. He went as far as standing behind her, arm over arm until she threw the basketball. He glared over at you feeling his blood boil to find you and Hoseok sneaking into a Photo Booth.

You were really testing his patience right now. You don’t even seem bothered with how much he’s touching Mira. Does this mean you’ve given up on him? Back then if he even smiled at a girl you two would argue and he loved it. He loved knowing you were territorial over him just as much as he was over you. Right now though he can’t tell what you’re thinking, so of course he wouldn’t know how pissed off you were. And since he didn’t know that he didn’t know how you’re trying to make him jealous too. Because if he wants to flirt with Mira you were going to flirt with Hoseok.

You knew your boyfriend was a hothead and maybe it wasn’t a good idea but oh well.

“This one’s my favorite,” Hoseok showed Jisoo the strip of pictures of you and him varying from him pretending to choke you while you played dead. They were all stupid pictures and Jisoo didn’t take them to heart. Jungkook walked in front of you with Mira, apparently so deep in a conversation with her he couldn’t even turn to look at you.

At the house after dinner you went to your room, already wanting to get started on some packing. When Jungkook came in he immediately glared started the stupid bear on the bed. Hoseok had beat you in some game winning the prize and had given it to you. He picked it up clicking his tongue in disgust before throwing it across the floor. Was he throwing a tantrum? Yes he was, the camera crew had left already and he felt like he had every right to after the shit you pulled today and yesterday. He walked into the bathroom where you were washing your face.

Tomorrow you’d be forced in front of each other wearing your promise rings and there’s a chance neither one of you would want to keep dating. You ignored his presence behind you as best of your ability as you removed your make up for night. “You wanna go and be with your Hobi now?” Jungkook asked stepping inside, his arms crossed behind him. You rolled your eyes as he went on, “Is that it? You’re gonna throw away all of our years over a guy you met a week ago?”

“He has a girlfriend.”

“And you have a boyfriend but clearly you don’t fucking care,” he scoffed, “You were all over him today.”

“I didn’t think you’d notice considering you’ve been ignoring me ever since you couldn’t get your dick wet,” you said back to him. His jaw clenched as he glared down at you, “You think that’s what this is about? Because it’s not.”

“It’s about you and I arguing all the fucking time—“ “Really because I haven’t seen you put in any effort for it to stop. You’ve complained about me to Mira. You’ve gotten mad about my dates with Taehyung and Hoseok. You didn’t tell me what your date was,” you raised your voice, “So clearly you don’t want to fix whatever is wrong with us.”

“I tried to! The other night!” He said angrily standing directly in front of you when you turned to glare at him, “You’re the one who wanted to be a fucking bitch about it.”

“Give me a break Jungkook, you don’t give a fuck about me or this relationship. Why would I sleep with you when you’re out there trusting other girls about our relationship? Why don’t you go fuck one of them if you’re done with me?”

“Oh my god,” he ran his hand over his face trying to calm himself, “You’re fucking crazy. I told you already that I didn’t tell Mira anything bad about us so I don’t know why you’re still mad about that. Yes, I should’ve told you what we did on our date and I was going to if you hadn’t gotten so mad and cried in the room!”

“Fuck you Jungkook, I hate you.”

He looked at you with narrowed eyes. Really? You hated him? Or were you just saying that to make him go away? He knows you don’t hate him, no, you fucking love him and he wasn’t going to let you push him away over this. He really did not do anything wrong other than make you jealous, right?

“You don’t hate me,” he laughed dryly moving to the side to block you from trying to leave, “You love me, you’ll never leave me.”

“Wanna bet? I’ll show you tomorrow,” you told him. Okay, you were lying, you weren’t going to leave him, but you needed to say something that would hurt him. It’s like you needed to hurt his feelings for him to prove that no matter what you said to him he won’t leave you like this trip has made you believe. God you knew it was a bad idea to do this.

He grabbed your wrist pulling you back to him, “You’re breaking up with me?” You didn’t say anything watching the anger in his eyes double over clouding his eyes with black. He took a step back trying to collect himself before he began to hyperventilate, “This is what you always wanted wasn’t it? Or are you just saying this to hurt me? I love you and you love me, you’ll never leave me so who are you kidding?”

“It’s you who won’t leave me—“ “Yeah!” He agreed, “You’re right. I won’t ever leave you but you already know that. The same way I know you won’t ever leave me, not for good anyway. How many times have we been in this situation? How many times have you broken up with me? How many times have I left you?”

“It’ll be different this time.” This is the fight you both have been trying to avoid.

“No, it won’t!” He cupped your face in his hands, “Look at me.”

You looked up at him, and he smiled softly, “Tell me again, tell me how much you hate me.”

Your lips parted, his eyes falling down to them waiting for the words to slip out but they didn’t. He knows you don’t hate him. He knows what you’re doing and he won’t allow it. He knows what games you play but he plays them better. If you want him to fall down on his knees and beg you to stay with him he’ll do more than just that. Why? Because he can’t live without you, he’s tried. All those ‘break ups’ where he’d still come running back to you despite how bad you were for each other. You bring out the worst in one and other and you both like that shit. You like feeling loved even if this wasn’t the right way.

Maybe neither one of you were ever shown how to love properly but oh well. This is what he meant. This is what he means when he says no one understands him more than you. No one is willing to hurt him as much as you and take the hurt just as well. This is why he says you’re too alike.

But god did he love you, he fell to his knees releasing your face. He fingers trembled as he tugged on the material of your panties from under your skirt. You want him to beg? He’ll do it.

You bit back a smile as he peaked up at you from under your skirt, face leaning into your heat as he pushed your legs apart. Your hands held onto the counter at the first sensation. His tongue licking flatly against your folds. His head was under your skirt. Wasting no time at all, his hands were on your hips, guiding you forward so that your cunt was practically seated on his face as you stood over him he kneeled figure. He didn’t want you hovering just above him, he wanted to be buried in that perfect cunt until he could barely breathe. If he ran out of breath, if he fucking suffocated, if you really did choose and leave him tomorrow, so be it.

You were fucking soaked. Your juices were all over his chin and his nose as he found your clit with ease. You were moaning like a fucking animal, grinding into his face with enough force to make him dizzy. His nails were digging into your soft thighs, reflection hidden behind rough denim as pushed you harder against the sink. Anyone nearby could listen to the feral moaning he was able to rouse from his mouth buried in that sweet, sweet cunt, he did not care. He was going to beg on his knees for you.

“Fuck,” your head fell back, “Right there,” he heard you whisper, desperation spilling from your tone. Breathless moans and a few choice curse words followed before he felt your fingers tangle into his firm grasp. “Yes, fuck, right there, baby. Don’t stop.”

He wouldn’t. Not until his cock was buried tightly between your walls feeling you come undone around him like he’d been craving for days. That’s all it’s been, just mere days since he was last inside your cunt and look at how it made you two. These sex deprived demons yelling every harsh word you can at each other.. Alternating between sucking on your clit and quickly lapping his tongue against it, Jungkook could feel your body begin to tremble.

His hand flew down to his jeans yanking at his button and zipper sneaking a hand in to fish his cock out of his briefs, pumping himself quickly with precum. His tongue lapped at your folds creating a squelching sound, your hips rutting against his face. Your mouth was drawn opened, quiet moans slipping from your lips, “S-so close.”

He sucked on your clit, tongue hitting the tip with each swivel as the hand around your thigh was suddenly pinching. You hissed in pain as he pushed you harder against the counter and before you knew it he was grabbing your hip harshly and turning you around, face diving back between your folds tearing at your skirt to get it out of his way. A low growl vibrated between your walls as he ate you from behind and your eyes locked on your reflection in the bathroom mirror.

In one swift moment he was standing up, hand pointing his cock in your direction and with another hand on your shoulder he was sinking you back onto him. You both released a silent moan staring at yourselves in the mirror as he began to stretch you. The counter was beginning to dig painfully into your pelvis but he didn’t seem to care at all as he lifted his shirt and pulled it in between his teeth exposing his muscles working double over to penetrate his dick inside you. His tattooed arm coming around to your front, hand on your small top that you wore no bra with and pulled you flat against his back only for you to arch your butt back to fuck him too.

“This is what you wanted right?” He spoke into your ear, “Wanted me to show you how much I need you?” His hand slid between your breasts to grab at your throat forcing your jaw to stay open, “Who else is going to fuck you like this? Treat you like the dirty slut you are?”

His brows scrunched together in pleasure and anger when your wetness created such a soft glide into your warm pussy. You didn’t say anything but the way your walls clenched around him he knew it was the truth. You fucked back onto him moving your hips on your own accord as you spoke through gritted teeth, “Fuck. You.”

But you loved it. You loved having his hand around your throat. You loved the rough pace he was setting. You loved the animalistic way he’d dropped down to his knees and ate you out like your pussy was his last meal. You loved when he was mad and you loved when he took it out on you. You loved getting on his nerves and driving him to use you like you were nothing but his sex you. You were so surprised the other night when he’d let you sleep after not finishing him off. As if knowing you’re close his free hand flew down to your pubic bone pushing you back onto his cock until he was buried to the hilt and kept himself there breathing heavily. His eyes squeezed shut feeling you shake with a loud moan that he had to cover your mouth with his other hand to block. He turned your face over by your jaw smashing his lips onto yours feeling your body tremble with release.

He fought hard not to cum then and there, no he was going to cum in your dirty mouth so you’d stop talking about leaving him. Your body crumbled tiredly over the counter as you came down, gasping for air. He grabbed you again letting you slide onto the floor, “Say you hate me again.”

You looked at his hard cock, so stiff and oozing precum that you didn’t want to do anything else but take him in your mouth. So you did with the aid of his hand in your hair. The second his dick touched the back of your throat hearing you gave quietly around him he was stumbling forward, cock stuffed in your mouth as spurts of cum dripped out.

“Fuck!” He bit into his elbow to quiet himself down, “Fuck you, you’re so good.”

It was a lot. This had been built up sexual frustration all reserved for you and you took it all with the dirtiest smile on your pretty face. He looked down at you, fucked out and cum dribbling down your chin. He lifted you up to stand, pulling you in for another nasty make out groaning into your mouth, “You still want to leave me or do we need to do that again?”

“Fuck off.”

DAY EIGHT

You sat in front of Jungkook, neither one of you saying anything as you took the promise rings off your matching dolls. Last night you went for two rounds and then some mutual masturbation. You’re pretty sure everyone heard too since they’ve been awkward around you two all morning. Still, neither of you hinted on what was going on.

He watched you closely slipping the ring onto his finger, keeping true to his word that he wouldn’t leave you. You covered your face with your hand. You should leave him. You’re not good for each other. Still, you have yet to work anything out. You fucked the anger out but all the problems were still there.

You still didn’t know how to properly communicate. You still didn’t know how to stop being jealous. You still didn’t know anything that could actually help your relationship. And who knows. Maybe this time if you two break you really won’t get back together. It’ll be a good opportunity to get away from each other. Maybe you’d be able to revert back to before you dated when you were the best of friends.

Where the most Jungkook would get annoyed with you would be if you took a big bite from his food. Everything would be fixed if you two just break up. It’s that simple.

He watched the ring in your hand, watched it slide down your finger. A breath of relief escaped him, a smile spreading on his face as he took your hand in his bringing it to his lips so he could kiss your ring, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

But you couldn’t do it. To leave Jungkook would be to pretend like you and him weren’t perfect for each other in the most toxic way. Who else would love you if not Jungkook? And in reality what’s to stop you two from getting back together after this break up, it’s not like you haven’t done this before. It was all part of the cycle of your relationship anyway. To love you then leave you. Love him then leave him. Then repeat it all over again, so to save both yourselves the trouble you’ll stay with him and he’ll stay with you.

alternate ending

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a/n I can’t tell if I liked this or not 😵‍💫

and also Jungkook and y/n weren’t supposed to have a perfect ending bc they’re both toxic. not one more than the other, I think I’ve explained it enough that they’re the exact same lol

both toxic as fuck 😭

but anyways this was inspired by “Change Days” just shortened for obvious reasons. That show itself is toxic so the couple was fitting imo

If it sounds rushed that’s bc it was. I was not going to make this a series 😭

rock god

you’ve got one year left to either finish your novitiate and become a nun like your parents always wanted, or leave the order and live a secular life like you’ve always wanted. but the fact that a sister’s flirty nephew is staying in the convent for the summer provides a perfect distraction to such headache.

♔ PAIRING: rockstar!jungkook x novice!reader ♔ GENRE: 80s au, angst, smut, humour, fluff, s2f2l ♔ WORD COUNT: 16.3k another long one i’m sorry ♔ WARNINGS: minor characters death, religious themes, catholic guilt, smoking weed, swearing, sacrilege and exhibitionism: fingering in a church, profanity, blasphemy, quiet sex & loss of virginity (you’re probably thinking girl AGAIN?), protected sex, betrayal, one mention of rape ♔ AUTHOR’S NOTE: for an atheist i do seem to write a lot about religion lol. the first song jk writes & performs for reader + the inspiration for the title is rock god by selena gomez, and the second one church by chase atlantic. i recommend you listen to them in advance☺️ also, we’ll pretend jk is blond in the banner okay?

1986

The day was going incredibly slow, as all of last month’s had.

Most people would attribute that to the fact that you were a novice, but their idea of what that entailed was far from the reality. Contrary to popular belief and even if some sisters wished it was the case, cloistered nuns didn’t spend all day just praying. There were many other things to keep busy with in a convent, such as attending to one’s studies, doing household chores, or working to bring money in and keep the place going. Free time had never been the part of the day you looked the most forward to, though, until recently. Not that it got any better then.

Contradictory as though it was, you were kept from the present by the same plaguing thoughts you didn’t want to be left alone with… And sometimes, such as now, you didn’t have any choice but to force yourself back into reality, running late as you were.

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go ahead and cry (m) - jjk

a/n: this is purely a fic based on the song ‘daddy issues’ by the neighbourhood - probably great to listen to it first

summary: jungkook has commitment issues when it came to love and you are always ready to fall in love. you two want to be loved, and you’re ready to attach yourself but that’s what scares jungkook and he finally confronts all his fears.

genre: smut, angst | friends to lovers au | fratboy!kook x reader

word count: 3.6k

warnings: daddy issues lol, unprotected sex (don’t ever do that pls), cunnilingus, unhealthy coping mechanisms, squirting, overstimulation, fingering, public sex (sort of), exhibitionist kink (if you squint), praising, desperate kook, needy kook, jealousy, insecurities, crying scenes, emotional outbursts

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→ pretty boy — a jeongguk drabble series

alternatively known as the jock!jk universe

drabbles in vague chronological order (more are likely to be added)

pretty boy au playlist 💞

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Fallen Arrangement || jjk

-> As the daughter of a king, your destiny has always been to take over the throne when you become of age. You just didn't expect your father to give you the throne so soon. And you definitely didn't expect it to come with a husband.

Or

-> Your devil of a father arranges your marriage with a neighboring prince while you're secretly carrying on an affair with a peasant boy.

Pairing: prince!jungkook x princess!reader, village boy!jimin x princess!reader

Genre/au: royal!au, angst, fluff, smut, drama, coming of age, forbidden romance, fake dating!au, strangers to lovers, arranged marriage!au, every over done Kdrama shit cliché you can think of but in fanfic form tbh

Warnings to be noted per part but here are the major tw: explicit sexual content, violence/torture in a dungeon, blood/injury, murder, minor character death, grief, emotional trauma casued by manipulation and dictatorship, physical assault

Wc: 96K

a/n: happy birth-month to our beloved Koo <3 in honor of our precious Koo, I'm dropping a revised version of the very first Jungkook fic I ever wrote. Surprise surprise there's some jimin x reader in here too lmao don't come at me please. anyways when I was eighteen, I was majoring in English Literature and I had so many papers to write it was ugly. soooo I wrote this fanfic instead. since it's Koo's bday month and I'm feeling nostalgic, let's all check it out, shall we? pls be gentle. bc it's so long I'm splitting it into parts.

Enjoy this series while I work on After Hours which is TBA in Oct-Nov 😍💞

Taglist: @staerryminimini @unicornbabylover @kookieswan @sugarflywme @dvalitaes @kookiecrumb @jeonsjiddies @taeshobipop @jktones @myooniverse @miscelunaaa @highly-functioning-mitochondria @azreeeeee @armys-dna @thesugatoyourtae @jmforevs @kimprosperi @jjkeverlast @joontied @pamzn @ssaboala @hobipost @shotalvr @jimilter @sleepilysworld @rjsmochii @familiarlikemymirror3 @gimmethatagustd @alluringfairies @minijagiya @roseyykris @jwnghyuns @alora162021 @kaitaesupremacy @squawkadoodledoo @jimin2014 @jminthinker @femmesstuff @valhallawhispers @bora-kat

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—☆ Part 2 (20K)

—☆ Part 3 (22K)

—☆ Part 4 (16.5K)

—☆ Part 5 (19K)

Autumn: My Old Story

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Part of “Tell me of an Eternity” { Autumn | Winter | Spring | Summer }

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Werewolf!Jungkook

Words: 9.5K

Description: Tonight, tomorrow night, and the night after, he’ll wait for you forever.

The faint crackle of the fireplace is the only sound drifting afloat the peaceful atmosphere of the taciturn room, flames emanating from the pile of logs mesmerizing the gazes of all those gathered around, growing and fading like the waxing and waning of ocean tides pulled by the moon.  

Sitting on a rocking chair in the comfort of the old-fashioned living room, in the familiar company of your grandchildren, you bask in the calming ambiance of the night, a tranquility numbing enough to lull you into unadulterated slumber. But the bold voice of a small child pulls you away from your oncoming doze.  

“Grandmama, tell us a story” Your young granddaughter eagerly requests, tugging at the hem of your blouse. Her clear doe-eyes were dripping with enthusiasm as she peers at you gingerly, waiting for the response she hopes to receive.

You smile down endearingly at the youthfully innocent child, brushing her silky hair tenderly with your trembling hand. “Oh alright, I guess I do have one interesting story that has yet been told.”

It’s a story you should have forgotten long ago, one that is tucked away in the deepest layer of your vanishing memory. But there was something about the way the moonlight was elegantly flowing through the glassy panes of the open window that makes you take a deep, sedative breath, reminding you of something that had long been lost to time and this mysterious universe. Shifting your gaze toward the direction facing the dark forest outside, trees densely packed only a few meters away from the quaint little cottage, you nostalgically begin recalling the age-old tale.

“I was young like you when I moved to the forest covered oceanside…”

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Felicity

Sequel to Fierce & Delicate (link in masterlist) Pairing: jungkook x reader Genre: smut, angst, fluff, husband au Word count: 11.6k Warnings

Read this years ago and still think abt it

Fierce and Delicate

Part 2: Felicity (link in masterlist)

Pairing: jungkook x reader Genre: angst (and a bit of fluff), husband!au Word count: 10k Warnings: implications of depression Summary: ⇀ Jungkook and y/n had been brought in two different worlds. Jungkook living an unfortunate life and y/n being controlled by her parents all her life. Despite the imperfect relationship, they completed each other like a puzzle there is. 

Jungkook has one promise he intends to keep: to always make you happy. In the process of fulfilling your wish he had once declined you of, he kept a secret from you. And unintentionally, he has done more damages than expected…Every action, and every decision… could be blamed by the flawed past.

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— i know i love you | jjk

synopsis: loving each other hurts more than your failed marriages

» pairing: jungkook x reader

» rating: 18+ mature

» genre/warnings: forbidden love au, angst, toxic relationships/marriages, cheating, mention of criminal operations, mention/implied future violence/murder, mature sexual content, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, creampie, fluff (if you squint)

» word count: 1.2k

—🎧: 0x1=LOVESONG by txt

Moans, gasps, the rustling of sheets, and the sounds of skin slapping skin fill up your dimly lit bedroom. His lips on your skin leave a searing pleasure you’re not going to want to forget tomorrow but know that you have to.

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the ex text (18+)

→ Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader

→ Summary: The 2 AM texts have started again, and despite wishing to forget him, you’ll never have anyone as good as your ex.

→ Genres & AUs: smut, pwp, ex with benefits, minor fluff & angst

→ Word Count: 3.2k

→ Rating: 18+

→ Warnings: swearing, explicit sex, protected sex, scratching, breast play, spit/saliva play, infidelity (in the case that reader just started dating someone new), soft kissing, soft choking, rough kissing, fingering, handjob, blowjob, cunnilingus, sloppy oral sex (female & male receiving), squirting, praising, teasing, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, doggy, deep dicking, posessive!jungkook has a hard time dealing with his feelings

✥ ✥ ✥ available to read below & on AO3 ✥ ✥ ✥

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