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Didn’t Ask For This Part 16 (Roommate!JK x OC)

A/N: I’m sorry for the drastic time skip, but there really wasn’t anything interesting plot wise to write about up until this next part of the story. I keep getting more and more ideas for this, so don’t be surprised if the next one isn’t the final part. Also, this is the first part that I’m posting the same day that I’ve finished it. I really do want to finish this story before the release of BTS World! Let’s hope I make that goal!!

Summary: “I didn’t know you hated me so much,” he spoke as he grabbed my wrist and once again turned me around to face him, “and quite honestly, I don’t think I’ve done anything horrible enough for you to hate me to the degree that you do.” “You say that like the hate isn’t mutual,” I remarked as he shook his head. There was a bitter smile on his face as he took a deep breath, “I think you are quite honestly one of the worst human beings I’ve had to come in contact with.”

5.1k words | drama ✞ | fluff ♡ | mature themes (implied smut) ✗

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The summer was flying by a little too quickly for my liking as I looked at the calendar on my phone nervously. Taehyung and Jungkook told me that their dorms were opening again two weeks before their classes officially start. Taehyung was making it sound like they were going to move out once the dorms opened up, but they never clarified anything with me.

That day is fast approaching, and I couldn’t help but feel dread constantly in my gut. We only have a week left until their expected leave, which meant I was going to be living alone again.

I was definitely not ready to wake up to that reality. I was getting so used to the three of us living together that I refused to accept the fact that they’re going to eventually leave.

Jungkook was very good at deflecting all talk about leaving for college. Every time I tried to bring it up, he’d just smile and give me a soft kiss before changing the subject. I couldn’t help but worry about how the two of us will handle being apart from each other. We’re used to seeing each other every single day both at home and at work.

“You know that I’m not going anywhere, right?”

I snapped out of my depressing thoughts as I looked up at Yoongi. We were supposed to be cleaning theaters right now, but we had a power outage due to severe thunderstorms a couple hours ago. Everyone has been passing out apologies over customer’s movies being cut off, giving them free passes for the next time they come in.

We’d closed the theater down to customers for the day, but Yoongi and I were unlucky enough to be two of the people stuck in the building to clean up the nonexistent messes left behind by unhappy customers.

“I know,” I nodded as I locked my phone to quit staring at the haunting dates, “I’m not trying to imply that I’ll be alone at work… it’s just, how do I go back to living alone? I’m used to Jungkook and I making grocery runs together. I’m used to having help when bringing all the bags up the three flights of stairs. I’ve had them around to fix the garbage disposal when it breaks for the four hundredth time. They’ve been around to keep me company and watch shows with me in our free time.”

I paused after my rambling, trying to keep my emotions in check, “I’ve become so dependent on the two of them that it’s going to be hard to adjust to being on my own again. I’m going to look around my apartment and remember all the good times that I had with them.”

“Look, Ari,” Yoongi grabbed my phone and put it face down on the bench in between us, “it just sounds like you need yourself a new roommate. Doesn’t that sound like it’ll fix a lot of your problems?”

My eyes slightly narrowed at nothing in particular before I glanced over at Yoongi curiously, “I guess I didn’t think that I could get another roommate. Even if I do that, it’s not going to be anywhere near the same as how things are now.”

Yoongi looked down and gave me a slight shrug, “You’re still going to miss them, sure, but you’ll have someone to keep you company at home.”

“Yeah,” I nodded, slowly growing fine with the idea, “but how do I go about finding a new roommate? I’d ask Chaeyoung, but I’m pretty sure she’s moving in with her sister once school starts back.”

Yoongi stayed quiet as I looked his way curiously. His eyes were fixated on the ground before he mumbled out his next words.

“I think I know someone who needs a place to stay.”

I grabbed my phone from the bench and scooted closer to him. He glanced over my way for a couple seconds before he sniffed and let a slight laugh out of his mouth, “Ah, never mind. Forget I said anything.”

I pursed my lips and slightly narrowed my eyes at him as he kept his eyes focused on the floor. “Yoongi.”

He didn’t respond, so I sighed and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, “Do you need a place to stay, Min?”

He slightly stiffened as my arm placed around his shoulder, but he didn’t shove me off like I thought he would. He didn’t confirm or deny as I just watched his face carefully. “My mom’s thinking of moving in with her new boyfriend. Quite frankly, I don’t want to live with the guy. He’s nice and all, but he’s…”

“Not your dad,” I finished. Anytime his mom’s boyfriend had come up before, that was what he said. He’s had a tough home life he’s gone through, but he hardly ever talks about it. He hates it when people pity him after finding out his dad was killed in a freak car accident.

“Well, I have a room that’ll be freeing up in the next… week, I guess. They won’t tell me when they’re officially leaving, the jerks.”

Yoongi let a small smile appear on his face as he glanced over at me. I saw the guy smile pretty often, but it was his bright, gummy smile that I’ve only seen a handful of times.

“You don’t think Jungkook will have a problem with you living with another guy?” He asked, the smile not leaving his face.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, moving my arm from around him, “If you’re the guy, he’ll be fine. He trusts you to not make any moves on me.”

Yoongi just laughed and nodded, the mood between us brightening considerably. I felt better about the end of the summer, now. Sure, living with Yoongi won’t be the same as living with Jungkook and Taehyung, but I could learn to get used to it.

“I looked forward to living with you, then,” I nodded, holding my hand out for him to take. He glanced down at my hand before taking it, firmly shaking it.

“Same to you, Ari.”

::

Yoongi and I were finally free to go home when we met up with Chaeyoung. She had been asked to stay and deep clean behind the concession counters, and I could tell that she was exhausted. They liked to take strange days like this and work us to the bone with deep cleaning. Lucky for Yoongi and I, we got the lesser of the evils.

“I wanna die,” Chaeyoung whined, “I feel like my whole body is covered in grease, sweat, and popcorn. I’m so sick of seeing popcorn you guys. I might go insane.”

“I’m with you, there,”  I agreed, “I’ve never really liked popcorn, but this job has made me hate it.”

“I still like it,” Yoongi shrugged as Chaeyoung and I ignored him.

“Anyway, how are things with Jimin?” I asked, Chaeyoung’s mood slightly brightening. She and Jimin have been having a lot of little arguments here than there, but judging from her reaction, the two of them were on good terms again.

“Great, actually. We’ve finally figured out the root of all of our arguing, and now that we’re aware of it, we hardly argue. Jimin’s been really sweet recently, and we’ve actually been trying to schedule our classes together for this coming semester.”

I felt jealousy budding after she said her last words. It must be great going to the same college as a couple… I tried to not feel too bitter towards her, but I couldn’t help but feel that way every once in a while.

“Sounds awesome,” I nodded with a smile on my face. She could even sense my bitterness as she was quick to drop the topic.

“How’s it going with Jungkook and Tae?” she asked, kinda switching topics. I took a deep breath and felt Yoongi’s eyes on me as well.

“They won’t tell me when they’re leaving for sure,” I confessed, “And it’s really bothering me. They could leave as soon as a week from now and I wouldn’t know it. I mean, I wouldn’t be surprised if they just all the sudden came up to me tonight and told me that they’re leaving tomorrow.”

“They wouldn’t do that to you, Ari,” Chaeyoung shook her head, but I’m not convinced.

“Wouldn’t they? Jungkook has told me multiple times that he’s not good at goodbyes. I’ll kick his butt if he packs up all his stuff and leaves in the middle of the night without saying goodbye,” I ranted, trying to not get myself too worked up. I felt my heart drop in my chest when I started thinking about just how upset I’ll be if Jungkook leaves without saying goodbye to me. “I want them to make up their minds about this. It’s killing me.”

“I’ll beat it out of them,” Chaeyoung nodded my way with a serious look on her face, “I’m sure they’ve decided by now.”

I just nodded, but I couldn’t let go how paranoid I was making myself. Jungkook would not do that to me. We still have so much that we haven’t talked about. He hasn’t told me about if he’s ever going to drive down to spend the weekend with me. He also hasn’t reassured me that we’re going to stay in touch despite being four hours away from each other.

He’d never consider cutting me off, but I couldn’t help but feel paranoid about it. I knew it was an irrational fear, but I won’t let myself rule it out until I actually talk to him about it.

“I’m gonna head out,” I pointed to my car and started walking toward it, “I’ll keep you two updated once I figure out this mess.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Chaeyoung nodded and sent me a thumbs up, “Everything’s gonna be okay, got it?”

I tried to smile and nod, but it was very forced. They could both tell judging from their concerned looks.

“I hope so.”

…

When I first walked in the door, I felt my heart drop. The apartment was eerily silent which was causing me to get very paranoid. I locked the door behind me, holding my breath and I rushed to look into Jungkook’s room.

His bags were still here. Thank God…

I looked into Taehyung’s room and his bags were also still here. They’re not gone, they’re probably just hanging out somewhere. I can wait for them to get home and then hopefully they’ll tell me when they’re leaving…

…

It was about 1am when the sound of the front door opening woke me up. I had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for the two of them to get home. I didn’t expect them to be out that late.

I started to get paranoid that they were drunk, but as I opened my eyes and met with Jungkook’s, he just looked tipsy. Knowing him, he could be a little more drunk than he lead on. He was very good at seeming sober it he wasn’t too far gone.

“Hey,” he said softly as I sat up and moved my hair out of my face. He sat down next to me on the couch and I could faintly smell alcohol mixed in with his cologne.

“Hey, Kook. Where were you guys?” I covered my face as I let a soft yawn escape. Taehyung walked over to the two of us, plopping down on the couch to my other side.

“We just went out with some college friends. They drove down here to spend the day with us, so that’s why we didn’t get home till now,” Taehyung explained as I just nodded and glanced back in Jungkook’s direction. His eyes moved away from mine as he noticed me looking at him. He was obviously more intoxicated than Taehyung, and the look he was suddenly trying to hide from me was making me feel uneasy.

“Do I know these friends?” I asked as I looked back over at Taehyung. His previous relaxed attitude was slowly shifting to discomfort as I spun around to look at Jungkook. I caught the tail end of Jungkook motioning for Taehyung to keep quiet. My eyes narrowed at him before I spun around and gave Taehyung a pressed look.

“I doubt it,” Taehyung shook his head, ignoring the intensity in my eyes, “Yugyeom, Youngjae, and Baekhyun? I don’t think I’ve mentioned any of them to you.”

I could almost hear Jungkook sigh as I swallowed and bit the inside of my cheek. So first, he won’t tell me when they’re leaving for sure. Second, he’s hiding something from me about who he was with tonight. What’s next? At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if he packed his things and left for college in the middle of the night.

“So it was just the five of you?” I asked as Taehyung raised his eyebrows, “And nothing… bad happened tonight, right? Like, nothing you’d need to hide from me.” I paused and turned to face Jungkook. His face was burning red as my eyes tore into him. “Right, Jungkook?”

Taehyung put a hand on my shoulder and just laughed it off, “Nothing happened, Ari. Jungkook’s just paranoid that you’re gonna be mad at him for drinking a little too much.”

I didn’t believe Taehyung for one second. Jungkook had gotten drunk before now, and I was certainly not angry with him in any way. He was lying to me again.

“Jungkook,” I called out to him as he stumbled over to me. I had been out with Chaeyoung for the night, only to come home to find a drunk Jungkook. He grabbed onto my shirt and buried his face into my hair with a sigh.

“Babe, you’re home,” he softly spoke into my ear, his breath tickling me as shivers ran through my body.

“And you’re drunk,” I commented as he just giggled.

“Sorry,” he didn’t sound very sorry, “Hoseok came over and brought some alcohol. I may have had some.”

“Some?” I laughed and pushed him away slightly so that I could look into his eyes. His eyes were clouded over as I just smiled and rolled my eyes. “Let’s get you to your room, okay?”

“No,” he shook his head, wrapping his arms around my waist to pull my hips to his. “I wanna stay in your room.”

“No,” I echoed, shaking my head, “Taehyung’s still not completely okay with seeing us all close to each other. He’ll have a heart attack.”

“Taehyung’s staying the night at Hoseok’s.”

I froze in his hold as I looked into his eyes, biting my lip as I realized what that meant. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious,” he whispered as I felt a smirk appear on my face. Jungkook’s eyes widened with slight innocence as I reached up and grabbed the collar of his shirt.

“You should have lead with that, Kook,” I pulled his mouth down on mine, kissing him violently. His body was quick to respond as he moved his hands from my waist to hold the backs of my thighs. I laughed against his mouth as I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“I’ve waited all summer for this,” Jungkook swallowed and looked deep into my eyes. I could still smell the alcohol on his breath, but I could tell he was sobering up from our kiss.

“Hopefully this will happen more often,” I mumbled as Jungkook started walking toward my bedroom.

“If you’ll act like this when it happens, I’ll lock Taehyung out of the apartment.”

I swallowed and tried to keep myself calm as I sat between the two of them. I wanted to just storm off to my room like I would have in the past. It was very tempting to do, but I didn’t have time for this. Jungkook and I only had so much time left, and if I were to give him the silent treatment, we would get less time together.

“Look,” I sighed and looked over at Jungkook with a slightly defeated expression, “I know something’s up. I really don’t want you two hiding things from me. If I’m gonna be mad at you over something, can you just tell me so that we can have it out and forgive each other?”

I was hoping that Jungkook would spill, but his expression didn’t soften even a little bit. Why was he being so stubborn?

“Taehyung,” I turned to him, but he was also closing himself off from me. “You guys, I know something’s up. You guys look guilty as hell,” I frowned, turning back to Jungkook.

“Nothing happened, Ari. We’re just tired.”

I felt the urge to get up and storm away, but once again, I talked myself out of it. I need to stick this out. I have to resolve this. I only have a week left with him.

“Jeon Jungkook,” I turned completely to him as I noticed him sharply inhale, “I dare you to say that to me again.”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched as I watched his internal struggle through his eyes. He looked like he was about to cave, and I felt relief starting to wash over me. We could talk this out and go back to normal for our last few days together.

“We just got a little drunk. Nothing happened.”

I closed my eyes and swallowed, trying to keep my anger on the low. It’s been so long since Jungkook and I have had a legitimate argument, and I wanted more than anything for this to be a problem that we quickly resolved.

I turned to Taehyung as a last effort to figure out what these two weren’t telling me. “Tae…”

He just shook his head, “Nothing happened.”

I felt like I was surrounded by a bunch of delusional parrots as I ran my fingers through my messy hair. I felt tears stinging my eyes as I realized that this night was going to end the way that I was begging it not to. I’m going to go to bed angry and this conflict is going to just stir between the two of us until he fesses up.

“You know, Kook,” I stood up and spun around to glare at him half-heartedly. “I will be less angry at you if you just fess up now. The longer you wait to tell me what’s going on, the more upset it’s going to make me. Quite frankly, I’m already mad and I don’t even know what happened.”

I gave him one last chance to explain himself as I stared deep into his eyes. His jaw clenched and I noticed the deep breath he took. His hands shook as he rubbed the knees of his jeans, his mouth opening ever so slightly.

“Ari,” Taehyung shook his head and let a slight laugh out of his mouth, “Nothing happened. We were just out with our friends before college starts again.”

“Right,” I laughed in disbelief. My eyes glared at Jungkook as I gave him a few more seconds to interject.

Once again, he said nothing.

“Goodnight, then,” I whispered, trying to not let my emotions get the best of me. It’d been so long since Jungkook made me cry…

::

Taehyung had to be at work fairly early, so Jungkook and I were left alone for the morning. Normally we would take that time to be disgustingly cheesy with one another and at the very least make out with each other on the couch.

Today was very different. The air felt very tense and I hardly left my room to avoid having to talk to him.

I felt like we were back at our old habits before the two of us got together, and it sucked. I threw several pity parties in my room as I thought about how much fun we could be having right now. Our days were numbered, and Jungkook was choosing to push me further away.

“Yoongi,” I whined into my phone as I finally gave in to my tears. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jungkook and how worried he has me. It felt like he was trying to push me away, and that thought was terrifying. What would possess him to think that was a good idea?

“What’s wrong?” Yoongi’s voice sounded worried as I sniffed, trying to keep my emotions under my control. I slowly calmed down my soft sobs, trying to not be too loud as to attract Jungkook inside.

“Jungkook’s scaring me,” I grabbed my pillow and hugged it to my body. I rested my chin on the top of it as my tears started soaking into the object. “It feels like he’s trying to push me away. I love him so much, and I’m afraid that he’s going to try and break up with me when he leaves.”

“Well that makes no damn sense,” Yoongi sounded pissed as I nodded, sniffing as quietly as possible. “He’s disgustingly in love with you. Why would he even consider something so childish?”

“I don’t know!” I raised my voice a little too much as I cursed under my breath. Jungkook definitely heard that. There was no way that he didn’t…

This was normally when Jungkook would come in to talk to me. Every time he heard any loud noises from my room, he’d come in to check on me. It was really cute, honestly.

I felt my face twist with disgust as I glared at my phone in my hand. Soomin had texted me the grossest text I’d ever read about some guy who’s still in high school! She was being a pedophile over him! I had been on the phone with her several times over him, and she continued to ignore my warnings.

“Ugh, she’s such a tramp!” I screamed in frustration, not taking into account that it was nearly two in the morning. I felt my disgust increasing the more she texted me, and I made more frustrated noises.

“Ari?” I spun around to see Jungkook poking his head into my room. His eyes were laced with worry and exhaustion as I realized I had woken him up.

“Kook,” my eyes softened as he stepped into my room to walk over to me. I was on the edge of my bed, pillows thrown around the room from me trying to quietly get out all my frustration.

“What’s wrong, babe?” He asked, pulling my desk chair to the side of my bed to sit in front of me. I dangled my feet off the edge of the bed and leaned closer to him.

“Soomin won’t listen to me about her pedophilia. She’s going to get in serious trouble for this, and she’s blowing it all off. She’s convinced that it’s okay because he turns 18 in three months.”

Jungkook sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, “I forgot about her talking to that kid. She really thinks it’s okay?”

“Yes!” I cried as Jungkook grabbed my hand with his. I looked down at our hands and felt his touch calming me down, “She’s lost her mind… I don’t know why I’m still talking to her.”

“I don’t know, either,” Jungkook laughed nervously as he pulled me further to the edge, “Do you want to stay in my room tonight?”

I raised my eyebrows as I felt my mind moving on from the frustrating conversation I had just been having.

“Your bed’s small, though,” I mentioned. It was the reason that we never stayed in his room if we slept in the same bed together.

“I know,” he smirked and winked as I scoffed and ran my fingers through his soft, messy hair. I ruffled the hair a little as he closed his eyes, liking the feeling of my hand in his hair despite making it a mess.

“Just stay in here with me?” I offered, smiling at the sight of his relaxed smile. He didn’t say anything as he hopped out of the chair and jumped onto the bed, causing it to bounce me a little.

“You didn’t even need to ask, babe.”

The seconds ticked by as I felt my heart being squeezed in my chest. He’s not coming. He’s… not coming.

“Yoongi, I…” I took a deep breath, “I can’t take this. I’ve gotta have it out with Jungkook. He can’t do this to me. He’s being a selfish asshole. He’s reverting to how he was before we got together.”

“Why would he want to do that?” Yoongi asked, confusion laced in his voice.

“Because he’s an idiot. I think that he’s too afraid to say goodbye to me, so instead he’s shutting me out. It’s as if he feels like this will be less painful when in reality, it’s making it excruciatingly hard.”

I was quick to hang up the call after I made up my mind to try and fix this. If they’re leaving in six days, I want to have these six days with Jungkook. I want to have so much fun with him that he’ll forget that our days are numbered.

I didn’t even knock on his door as I swung the door open, scaring Jungkook as he looked up at me with wide eyes. He was just scrolling through his phone when I had stormed in. He definitely heard my frustrated words to Yoongi.

I was opening my mouth to snap at Jungkook over pushing me away, but I stopped short seeing him. I saw him just yesterday, but seeing him right now was just… different. He was the same guy I’d been spending my summer with, but everything felt so wrong.

I felt like he had already made the decision to push me away without thinking about how hard this was going to affect me.

“Jungkook, I want you to tell me what happened last night.”

I kept my words short and sweet as Jungkook just looked at me with wide eyes. I was afraid that he was going to snap back at me, but it looked like I knocked the breath out of him.

I took a few steps closer to him and felt my hands shaking at my sides. His eyes studied my face as his expression dropped to worried. He noticed that I’ve been crying.

“Please,” I whispered, standing at the foot of his bed. He swallowed while looking at me, and I watched the internal battle I could see taking place in his eyes. He looked like he was on the edge of convincing himself to keep me away from him, but I broke him as another tear fell from my eyes.

I walked to the side of his bed and lowered myself to sit on the edge of it. My back was against his knees and I felt my breathing stagger at the simple touch.

Jungkook looked down at my skin that was touching his as I just continued looking at him with pleading eyes. His breathing was irregular as his fists clenched in his lap. He looked like he was trying to build his wall back up, but I wasn’t about to let that happen.

“Jungkook,” I moved my body closer to the front of the bed, my side now pressing up against his torso. I faced him and reluctantly reached out to grab one of his tense hands. “I love you.”

I saw all his barriers break as his bottom lip started quivering. His eyes shied away from mine before he took a deep breath. This was obviously as hard on him as it was me.

“Stop pushing me away, Kook,” I managed to get out as fresh tears began to build up into my eyes. I squeezed his hand lightly before Jungkook moved to intertwine our fingers. A tear dropped from his eyes as he sat up to get closer to me.

“I love you, too,” he nodded, pulling me closer to him, “I love you so damn much, and please remember that as I tell you this.”

I felt my hand grip his slightly tighter than before as I just nodded, wiping my tears away from my eyes with my free hand.

“Last night when hanging out with the guys, we ran into Jennie,” he paused as I felt my muscles tense. Since Taehyung still worked with her, it wasn’t like she was completely out of our lives, but Jungkook hadn’t spoken to her since that night at the movie theater. I didn’t feel jealousy, but I did feel paranoia filling my emotions.

“She was mainly talking to Yugyeom because they had met a couple times before. She was kinda flirting with him a little until I stopped her and told her to back off. She didn’t like how harsh I was with her, so she made it her goal to stay around us for the rest of the night. She wouldn’t shut up about how things used to be with us, and I gave in and started getting carried away with my drinks. I was about to drink myself into a coma when she stopped me and…”

I saw another tear trail down his face as his bit his lip and looked away, “She leaned in to kiss me. I just barely pulled out of the way in time to keep her fish lips off of me, but she was being persistent…

…

*Third Person POV*

“Jungkookie,” She whined as Jungkook continued to keep her away from him. She was just about as drunk as he was, and he was terrified that she was going to catch him off guard and assault his lips with her’s. He’d never forgive himself if he let her lips touch his…

“Kiss me, dammit,” she grumbled as Jungkook just spun around and shook his head. He tried to move away from her, but her hands were quick to grab his wrist and forcefully pull him back to her.

“I’m the better fit for you, Kookie,” she forced him to face her as his annoyance was growing in his chest. He had come out tonight to have fun with his friends, not to be assaulted by his ex-girlfriend… “You wanna know why I’m better?”

“You’re not better, Jennie. Go find some other guy to screw with,” Jungkook pulled his arm out of her hold only for her hands to grab his shoulders. His hands were quick to grab her wrists, but when she spoke her next words, he froze. Nothing could have prepared him for what she was going to say.

She caught him so off guard that the moment he froze in shock, she leaned up and pressed a sloppy kiss to his mouth. He was quick to shove her off and tell her to piss off, but even as he stormed away from her, the words played through his head over and over again.

Was he really going to have to deal with her like this regularly? He couldn’t handle this… He won’t be able to take it. He’ll lose his mind if what she said really was true…

“You’ll be seeing a lot of me. I’ve transferred to your college this coming semester, Kookie.”

::

A/N: I don’t hate the real Jennie, I swear! She just happens to be the antagonist to this story!! (And she wasn’t originally going to be when I first wrote her in!) But sorry for any errors that I didn’t catch. I very loosely edited this. And I give everyone permission to beat Jungkook’s butt for his stupidity, but be gentle!

⇨ Masterlist ⇦

Didn’t Ask For This Pt 17 (Roommate!JK x OC)

A/N: AHHH!! Sorry this took so long to finally post!! I’ve been playing BTS World busy lately being social with friends and then I had to work, so it took longer than I wanted! But the wait is finally over, and I’m so excited to post this! The next part should be the finale, and I’m going to try and get it out before the 4th of July! Please help me stick to that goal lol

Summary: “I didn’t know you hated me so much,” he spoke as he grabbed my wrist and once again turned me around to face him, “and quite honestly, I don’t think I’ve done anything horrible enough for you to hate me to the degree that you do.” “You say that like the hate isn’t mutual,” I remarked as he shook his head. There was a bitter smile on his face as he took a deep breath, “I think you are quite honestly one of the worst human beings I’ve had to come in contact with.”

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⇨ Masterlist ⇦

Jungkook’s eyes refused to meet mine after finishing the story of what had happened. I wanted to be upset over it all because that tramp kissed my boyfriend, but I was more worried than anything. She’s transferring to his college, and who knows how often he might run into her? I had no idea the likelihood of that happening, but it was more likely than Jungkook and I running into each other during the school months, that’s for sure.

“I’m…”  I started as Jungkook slightly flinched, “I’m not mad, Jungkook. I’m glad you told me what happened.” Jungkook seemed to release a lot of tension after I said that, and I softly smiled seeing him relax a little.

“I just want to know what makes you think it’s a good idea to try pushing me away?”

Jungkook’s eyes shifted to look into mine as I noticed him slightly tense again. Unease started stirring in the pit of my stomach as I watched him and his expressions very carefully. Why was that question so unnerving for him?

“I-I…” he stuttered as I blinked to try and keep myself calm. Everything’s going to be okay, and I can’t forget that. We’re going to work this out. I know we are...

“I’m afraid that I won’t stay faithful to you.”

His words were simple and short when coming out of his mouth, but the impact that they had on my heart was tremendous. We’d been so connected to each other the past few weeks of the summer, and nothing was separating the two of us. We’d argue and bicker, but at the end of the day, we’d be smiling and cuddling with one another. It's been so long since I had been legitimately scared for us. The last time I felt this horrible was when we had told Taehyung the truth between us.

We’d had our fair share of issues, but infidelity had never even come up between us.

“You think…” I nearly choked on an upcoming sob that I was able to suppress in my throat. My tears were begging to fall from my eyes as I looked down, “Y-You think that you’ll cheat on me?”

I could sense Jungkook’s panic at just how pathetic I felt after what he said. I couldn’t believe that this was even an issue he was worried about. I never imagined that he would have doubts about his self control.

“What, is Jennie that irresistible that you can only push her away for so long?” my sadness was shifting to bitterness as Jungkook’s wide eyes stared into my dark and depressed ones. “If you’re that horny, what’s stopping you from coming here to see me over some of your weekends? You have no reason to even look at another girl with lust when I’m not going anywhere.”

“That’s the problem!” Jungkook choked out, his eyes pure fear, “You’re not going anywhere. You’re staying right here and probably never going to leave.”

“I’m not leaving here until college is over, sure,” I nodded, but it was a strained nod, “But what’s stopping me from leaving here once that happens?”

“But you have three years of school left at least,” Jungkook shook his head. His eyes were telling me that this was killing him inside, but I wasn’t feeling any warmth coming from his body. I also couldn’t feel anything but contempt for him as his confession continued to play through my head. We were sitting so close to one another, but I felt like I was so far away from him. “I’ve been looking in the job market for after I graduate in May, and all the good jobs are hundreds of miles from here.”

“What’s wrong with the jobs in this area?” I asked, the panic in my voice very evident as I ran a shaky hand through my hair, “Jungkook, I know for a fact that they have plenty of jobs in this area for your degree.”

“Their pay grade is super low,” Jungkook stated as my mouth froze right before I spoke the words that I was about to say. The pay grade is low, huh?

“I see,” I nodded, getting up from his bed as I took a deep breath, giving in to my sobs that I had done such a good job of repressing until this moment. I had stood up to move out of his room, but with my back facing him and my body no more than a foot from his bed, I froze where I stood, “I’m the world’s biggest idiot for falling in love with you if s-something like a pay grade is keeping you from me.”

“Shit, Ari, I’m sorry,” he sounded shaken, but I felt no sympathy for him. “I’m so fucking sorry, I didn’t mean for it to sound like that, I swear.”

“So you’re sorry for the pay comment but not about you being so eager that you’ll sleep with any girl that gives you even the slightest interest,” I spat, nearly running out of breath. I felt pitiful standing in the middle of his room, and I had to resist the urge to run and hide in my room for the rest of the day.

Jungkook started moving to get up from his bed as I suddenly felt very desperate to stay away from Jungkook. The more I thought about what he’d said, the worse I felt.

“Ari, I didn’t mean that, I just-”

I spun around and angrily wiped my tears away, “If that’s true, you wouldn’t have even thought of saying them.”

“A-Ari,” he reached out to stop me from leaving, but I was quicker than him. I backed away and turned to stumble into my room, locking the door behind me. It wasn’t long before I heard Jungkook press himself up against the door.

“I-I didn’t mean it, Ari. I really didn’t. I could never even think about cheating on you.”

“Then why the hell would you say it?!”

I didn’t mean to yell because quite honestly, I didn’t like raising my voice. I especially hated raising my voice at Jungkook. I just couldn’t handle just how he would even think to say that to me.

“I’m sorry, Ari, I’m just scared…”

His voice was soft and barely made its way through my door, but I ripped myself away from that side of my room. I gave him a chance to explain himself, and all he did was spew things out to hurt me. I had no obligation to give him another chance. I just needed to have some time to myself.

As much as I hated it, Jungkook and I were losing this day, too. I could only hope that we could work this through tomorrow… I could only hope that I’ll be willing to forgive him tomorrow.

::

Jungkook and I have the same cleaning shift today, and we're stuck working alone. When we initially got the schedule, I was thrilled to no end about working with Jungkook. It wasn’t often that we got to work together alone. We normally were either split jobs with him on concessions and me on cleaning, or we’d have a third and/or fourth person with us while cleaning theaters.

I reluctantly agreed to ride with Jungkook, and the only reason I agreed was because of Taehyung.

“You two are only going to be working together for so much longer,” Taehyung frowned and pulled me out of my room. I could only assume that Jungkook had told him about our fight the day before. I stayed in my room all day yesterday to avoid the two of them, but today I wasn’t so lucky.

Maybe it won’t be so bad to have these two toxic boys out of my apartment.

“You seemed awfully fine with keeping up Jungkook’s charade the other night,” I commented as we stepped into the living room. Jungkook looked up at the two of us from his phone screen, sitting on the couch with his legs pulled up on the couch under him.

“You two have to work this out,” Taehyung patted me on the back before shoving me in Jungkook’s direction. Both of our faces shifted to discomfort, but Taehyung wasn’t giving up.

“At least agree to ride to work together. You two need to talk this out.”

So here I was, sitting in the passenger’s seat of Jungkook’s car. It wasn’t an unusual setting for the two of us since we always drove to work together ever since we became an official couple. However, riding to work today was deafeningly silent, neither one of us wanting to say anything to the other person. I was still hurt from Jungkook’s infidelity comment, and he was still convinced that we’re better off breaking up before he goes off to college.

I couldn’t help but be pissed at him the more I thought about it. He promised me when we got together that we would work something out at the end of the summer, yet here we are.

“You know,” I tried to hold my tongue, but when it came to Jungkook, it was really hard for me to, “If I had known that you were going to chicken out of this relationship at the end of the summer, I would have tried to make it work with Hoseok.”

I noticed Jungkook’s grip on his steering wheel tighten at my remark. I knew that what I said would get to him, and quite honestly, I didn’t mind hurting his feelings right now. He’s made me so angry that I almost found pleasure in angering him. It was a feeling reminiscent of the beginning of the summer.

“Maybe you would have been better off.”

My breathing stopped short after that comment came out of his mouth. I had intended to make him jealous, but instead I just felt worse. I felt my eyes narrowing at the road in front of us as we stopped at a red light.

I turned my head to face away from his before uttering out my next words, “You’re probably right.”

…

Yoongi was very quick to pick up the discomfort between Jungkook and I. We had simply walked through the door to the lobby, and one look at the two of us had him narrowing his eyes at me.

“What was all that ish about making up with Jungkook, your days being numbered, and whatnot?” He started grilling me for information when I walked up to his station at the podium. It wasn’t often that Yoongi was stuck with tearing tickets at the theaters’ entrance, but tonight happened to be one of those nights.

“Well, I said all that before he told me that he can’t promise he won’t cheat on me when he goes off to college.”

Yoongi grimaced and looked at Jungkook who was quickly approaching us. It was as if he knew that we had been talking about him.

“Yikes. Kid’s a pretty big idiot for that one.”

“Ya’ think?”

We stopped talking as Jungkook finally came within earshot. He looked tense since he knew he was outnumbered standing here with Yoongi by my side.

“Anyway,” I sighed loudly and turned to Yoongi. His eyes widened as he noted the tone in my voice. He predicted what was about to come out of my mouth before I had the chance to say it judging from his grimace. “I look forward to rooming with you, Min. I’ll let you know when Jeon and Tae officially move out.”

I didn’t even glance at Jungkook after casually mentioning that Yoongi was planning on moving in with me. He didn’t dare say anything as he silently followed behind me.

…

The air was mostly tense as we cleaned the theaters together. I could tell that Jungkook was debating saying something to me at certain points of the night, but he would eventually decide against it.

It wasn’t until we had finished up our fifth theater that Jungkook conjured up the courage to ask what he had been dying to ask for the past thirty minutes.

“So,” he started, causing me to look back at him. I had just finished dumping my dustpan’s trash into the garbage as Jungkook moved to do the same. “Yoongi’s moving in after we leave?”

“Yep.” I nodded, answering short and sweet. I didn’t want to volunteer any information to him. I wanted him to ask if he really wanted to know bad enough.

“Oh.”

The conversation died there as the two of us continued walking with one another. I started to feel my heart aching at the silence, and I was nothing short of confused.

I dared myself to glance Jungkook’s way, my eyes locking into his to my surprise. I had been so indifferent around him up until now. I allowed my anger to get the best of me, but now…

The thought of Jungkook leaving in four days was something that I had failed to remember until the moment our eyes locked. It was something that my voice had been telling me in the back of my mind, but this moment was when I decided to start hearing it again.

This wasn’t the beginning of the summer. We didn’t have all kinds of time to argue and slowly forgive each other. If we don’t make up before these next days are up, things will never be the same between us. Jungkook will just be written out of my life as my first boyfriend and first love.

There was a huge part of me that was hoping that he would be my first and last.

As I looked into Jungkook’s eyes, I felt my jaw tighten. Those were the eyes of the man that I love and the man that I desperately want to be with in the coming years. I want us to grow and become better people for each other. I never want to imagine my life without him.

I was dying for him to feel the same way about me.

“Kook,” I spoke before thinking about what I was going to say. I had his full attention as we slowly walked into our next theater, stopping once we got inside. I could sense a shift between us as the mood became a lot less tense. 

“I’m sorry.”

My mouth hung open as if I was going to say something, but Jungkook’s words had caught me off guard. I thought that he was still angry with me over my passive comments, but obviously I was wrong. He moved closer to me, but he didn’t reach out to touch me.

“I can’t stand you being upset with me like this. I thought pushing you away was the best thing I could do for you, but I’m so incredibly wrong,” his eyebrows furrowed as he took a deep breath through his nose. “I-I want you to have the best, Ari. I want you to have the best phone, the best car, the best house. I want to be able to provide for you all of those things. I.. I know that I could never cheat on you, I’m just scared. I’m scared of how it’s going to be once Taehyung and I leave. I’m just an ass and… and I was assuming that you might rather have someone else than wait for me.”

It took me several seconds of processing as my brain tried to catch up with his words. I wasn’t surprised that his comment about cheating was half-hearted, but I couldn’t believe that he thought that I cared that much about money. If I was that greedy, I would not be working the job that I am.

“Jungkook, I don’t care about having the best of anything if I don’t have you,” I took a step closer to him as he stayed rooted in place. “I don’t care about money, especially if that’s your reasoning for pushing me away. If you can stand working a job here with a lower pay while you wait for me to get out of college, we could move somewhere together where the job opportunities are better..”

Jungkook didn’t say anything as his eyes stared deep into mine. It looked like he was searching for something in them, his expression softening as I spoke my next words.

“And you’re such an ass for breaking my heart over that cheating comment. Don’t say it if you don’t mean it, douchebag,” I kept my emotions in check with a few deep breaths as Jungkook swallowed, reluctantly reaching out to me. His hand brushed against my forearm on it’s way to rest on my hip. I looked down at the contact before looking up at Jungkook, my heartbeat increasing tremendously.

“I’m a fucking idiot to think that I could live without you.”

His words were like a spell as I felt all tension and remorse being lifted from the two of us. The air felt comfortable and enlightening as Jungkook’s hand slid to press against my back, pulling my body flush against his. My hands were quick to rest on his shoulders at the base of his neck as we silently stared at each other.

Just the simple action of looking into his soft eyes brought be back to the day he walked into my apartment with his duffle bag and his cocky attitude. He spent more time teasing me than he did talking to Taehyung, and that thought made me smile. Jungkook’s head tilted in slight confusion to my sudden smile as I looked down to try and hide it from him.

“You know,” I spoke against his shirt as I felt Jungkook bury his nose in my hair, “I would have never imagined that you would turn out to be a pretty decent guy. Thinking back to the beginning of the summer always amuses me. Mr. “I’m never wrong” actually apologized to Soomin despite everything she did to you. That’s a vast improvement of who you used to be.”

“I can’t believe you still talk to that tramp,” Jungkook mumbled as I silently agreed with him. Jungkook still hasn’t forgiven Soomin for telling Taehyung about us, and to be honest, I haven’t forgiven her either. She’s just such a mess of a person that I can’t help but at least try to keep her from falling off the deep end.

“Focus on the conversation at hand,” I scolded, poking my finger into his collarbone. I moved my head from his chest to look up at him as I felt my insides melting. He was looking at me with the softest, widest eyes he could possibly have as I leaned up to press a soft kiss to his lips.

I had intended for the kiss to be a short and sweet one, but once our lips made contact, something in Jungkook snapped. His soft hold suddenly became a desperate hug around my waist as I allowed him to hold me firmly to him. His pillowy lips applied more pressure to our kiss as I brushed my fingers along the bare skin of his neck.

It had only been a few days since we had last kissed, but it was the longest we had been without kissing the other since becoming a couple.

“I want you to come to Uni with me,” Jungkook pulled away slightly to look me in the eyes. He wasn’t kidding despite how ridiculous his request was.

“Wouldn’t that be nice,” I let out a soft laugh, but it was slightly pained, “You said so yourself, I’m too dumb for your university.”

Jungkook didn’t crack even a small smile as I felt mine slowly fading away.

“What if you took a leap year?” he swallowed and gripped at the fabric on the back of my shirt, “You could come and live with Taehyung and I.”

“You two are living in the dorms, Kook,” I swallowed as I started thinking about the possibilities. It couldn’t happen, it won’t happen, and I didn’t need to get my hopes up.

“We’d get an apartment near campus. You could even apply to work at the movie theater in town. It would be like nothing changed.”

A nice as it sounded to not have to leave Jungkook, I just… wasn’t excited about the idea. I would be dropping school for a year to live in a place that I’m unfamiliar with. I’d have no friends to rely on when Jungkook and I got in an argument. I wouldn’t have anyone to spend time with or joke around with when Jungkook and Taehyung were busy.

I’d just sit at home and wait for them to get back from school. Not to mention that working at another movie theater would not feel the same as it does here. I have friends here, best friends who I love and enjoy working with.

Speaking of friends, I’d already agreed to living with Yoongi once Jungkook and Taehyung leave. I’d feel horrible if I turned him down after agreeing to live together.

“Kook…” his hopeful expression immediately fell when he heard the tone of my voice. He already knew what was coming, and he was sorely disappointed in my decision. “I can’t just pick up and leave. I’ve signed up for my classes this year and I’ve already made roommate arrangements. I have a lease on my apartment that doesn’t run out until December. Nothing aligns for that to seem like a good idea.

His disappointment made me feel horrible as I cupped his face in my hands. “I love you, Kook. We’ll be okay if we have to spend a few months apart. You can call me when you miss me, and nothing’s stopping you from coming to visit me over some of your weekends.”

He pressed his forehead against mine and tried to hide his disappointment. He wasn’t doing a very good job of it. “I’m going to miss the hell out of you, babe.”

I don’t know why, but the way that Jungkook said those words knocked the breath out of me. His voice was so soft and pure, every syllable being etched into my mind. I played the words over and over again in my head like a broken record, a soft smile leaking into my features.

“I’m going to really miss you, too, Kook.”

…

Yoongi didn’t seem surprised anymore when it came to Jungkook and I, so when we walked up to him with smiles on our faces, he didn’t seem phased.

“We’re done with our first round of theaters,” I informed, “So please stop asking me what theaters are clean over the ‘talkie. It’s getting kinda old.”

Yoongi grabbed the walkie talkie and held it up to his mouth, pressing the button to speak, “Sorry, you said that 7 is clean, right?”

I sent him a sarcastic smile and was reaching for the walkie talkie I had hooked to my waistband. I felt it being snatched from my hip as I raised my eyebrows, eyes trailing up to an amused Jungkook.

“I think she said that 7 isn’t clean. Don’t send anyone back until she gives the all clear.”

I swiped the walkie talkie from Jungkook as I glared at him, “Stop that before I send the both of you in there to vacuum the floors.”

At the mention of the dreaded vacuuming job, the both of them were quick to shut up. I looked in between the two of them for a few silent seconds before winking, a devious smile on my face.

“Now if you’ll excuse me,” I spoke into the walkie talkie as I turned around and started walking away, “I’m going on my break. Later losers.”

I heard Jungkook’s jogging footsteps behind me as I glanced over at his form appearing next to me, “Not without me, you’re not!”

::

“I’m really disappointed in Jungkook.”

I snapped my neck in the direction of the general manager, Seokjin. He had been mumbling to himself for a few seconds as I stood in the back room, waiting for Jungkook to get back from the bathroom.

“Why?”

Seokjin raised his eyebrows and looked at me, pursing his lips for a few seconds. It was like he was trying to figure out what to say to me, “Well courteous employees give a two weeks notice when they’re leaving their job.”

My eyes nearly popped out of my head as I realized that Jungkook still hadn’t told me when he was leaving. I had been so caught up in trying to make up with him that I forgot that I didn’t actually know when he and Taehyung are moving out.

“Well when’s his last day?” I asked as Seokjin’s confusion continued to increase. I could only assume that he thought I should already know this information. He knew we were close. Of course, he didn’t know that we’re dating. I was afraid to disclose that information in fear that he would quit scheduling us together.

“He asked for it to be this Saturday.”

This Saturday… I could feel my stomach dropping as I finally got the confirmation that I needed. Jungkook’s leaving in four days, and he’s been holding out on letting me know that. He’s obviously not very good at making smart decisions.

“Oh,” I nodded, turning around and trying to hide my very upset and depressed expression from him, “Thanks for letting me know. Jungkook refused to tell me when he’s leaving.”

I didn’t give Seokjin a chance to respond to my remark, rushing out from the back room. I wanted to talk to Yoongi. He could help me cheer up. It’s okay. It’s fine that he’s leaving in four days. That’s plenty of time for us to spend together before he leaves…

As I walked up to Yoongi who was closing down the podium for the night, I could feel the evident frown on my face.

“Oh great,” Yoongi sighed and turned to me with an almost fed up expression. It only took him a couple seconds for his annoyance to soften into pity.

I moved closer to him before daringly wrapping my arms around Yoongi’s form. His body tensed against mine as I got a good whiff of his shampoo that I remembered smelling the time he had suddenly kissed me.

“You okay, Ari?”

I shook my head into his clothes as his arms slowly and almost reluctantly wrapped around me.

“Jungkook’s leaving me in four days and I’m not ready to let him go…”

I heard a sigh from Yoongi’s mouth as he tried to softly push me away from him. I looked up at him with my depressed eyes as he froze and swallowed. The look in my eyes cracked him as he bit his lip and pulled my body back into his.

“You’ll see him again, Ari. You two will be okay.”

I nodded in agreement because Jungkook and I were going to be fine. Jungkook’s going to shove Jennie away from him with all his might, and I’m going to patiently wait for Jungkook to finish up college so that he can move back here with me.

I just needed to think about our future together and stop thinking about all the depressing sides of the story. This is only temporary.

“Ari,” Yoongi spoke as I just hummed in response, “I think Jungkook is more suited to comfort you over this. Plus, he’s kinda sending me a murderous glare.”

I felt a smile break out on my face despite the situation I was in. Pulling away from Yoongi, it wasn’t long before I spotted Jungkook across the lobby watching the two of us.

I walked away without saying goodbye to Yoongi, but he didn’t seem too care. With Jungkook and I walking toward the other, it was only a few seconds before we stood face to face. I wanted to bring up his sudden leave, but it wasn’t exactly the most appropriate place to talk about it.

Instead of saying anything to him, I grabbed his hand and started pulling him toward the back room.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, moving to grab my hand with his, intertwining our fingers together. I just nodded tightly, squeezing his hand. I needed to memorize this feeling before I’m not able to feel it anymore.

“I’ve never been better.”

…

The car ride was mostly silent, but it wasn’t an awkward silent like the ride from before work. Our fingers were interlocked, resting on the console of the car. The music was low and calming as I stared at Jungkook shamelessly. He glanced at me every once in a while, but he didn’t look enough to endanger us and cause a crash.

I had been fighting with myself internally over the new information that Seokjin had told me. I wanted to grill him for information, but I was a little scared to disturb the peace. We’d just made up, and I had little to no desire to spark any conflicting conversations.

But if I don’t say something, it’ll be all I’m thinking about until he leaves.

“So…” I swallowed my nerves and decided to go for it, “...When are you and Tae leaving for sure? Have you decided?”

Jungkook didn’t seem to be uncomfortable with the question which was very relieving on my part. I watched him as his eyes stayed forward even as we slowed down at a red light. He opened his mouth to answer me, but closed it before any words came out.

I let him take his time, respecting the fact that this seemed hard for him to say. It wasn’t an easy subject to swallow.

“We haven’t decided when we’re leaving,” he confessed as I felt slight confusion set in. It didn’t seem like he was lying to me, but knowing that he set a sudden leave date for work had me skeptical. I wanted to directly ask him about it, but I decided to play dumb again.

“What about work? What have you told them about leaving?” I felt Jungkook’s hand tighten in mine at my question. I want him to tell me the truth, and if he lies to me, I might lose my mind.

“Seokjin thinks I’m leaving for the dorms on Sunday, so my last day at the theater is this Saturday. I requested that we work together that night, but he hasn’t sent the schedule out yet to reassure that we’ll work together,” Jungkook confessed as I just nodded, pretending as if all the information that he was giving me was new.

“But you’re not leaving for the dorms on Sunday, are you?”

The car was silent again as I took a deep breath awaiting Jungkook’s response. My nerves were shot and my body was growing more and more tired the longer the silence lasted. I watched his face carefully, but he was very good about keeping a blank expression. I couldn’t read him this way, and it was slightly annoying.

“...I don’t know…”

I felt my heart drop at his confession as I felt a frown form on my face. He didn’t know? We’re four days out from Sunday and he didn’t know yet?

“What’s Taehyung doing? Cause aren’t he and Hana in our same situation? He hasn’t liked talking to me about her as of late.” Jungkook glanced at me as his hand squeezed mine. We were almost home, and I wanted to finish this conversation before going inside.

“He’s not sure what he’s doing. He’s the one kinda pushing for leaving on Sunday. If… If I had it my way, I won’t leave until next Saturday.”

We were pulling into the parking lot as he said that, and I could feel my heart swell. He wants to stay till next Saturday? I bit my lip and felt a small smile appearing on my face.

“I can tell you right now that I would love for you to be here another week with or without Tae. You know what it’ll mean if it’s just you and me…”

Jungkook put the car in park and took a deep breath before looking at me. His face was tinted red a little as I smiled and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

“I think I’m gonna stay till next Saturday…” he almost whispered the words as he watched my lips hungirly. “I don’t want to leave you just yet.”

“And I don’t want you to leave just yet,” I responded before Jungkook leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. Our hands that had been holding each other moved apart to caress each other’s skin. I brushed my thumb against his arm as I felt his touch melt all my worries away.

“You know,” I smiled and leaned my forehead against his, “I’m looking forward to next summer already.”

Jungkook smiled and brushed his nose against mine, “Agreed.”

::

Taehyung was in the kitchen when Jungkook and I got home. I was about to rush in and throw a bunch of questions his way about when he was going to leave, but I froze when I saw Hana in the kitchen with him. My mouth that I had opened was now shut closed to avoid saying something weird in front of her.

Taehyung and Hana were very close, but I don’t think Taehyung ever actually asked her to be his girlfriend. She was over every once in a while, so her presence wasn’t a complete shock.

I just felt my voice being lost deep in my brain as I couldn’t help but notice that Hana wasn’t just over, she was wearing pajamas. And they weren’t hers, they were Taehyung’s.

I felt my face heat up as our eyes locked, and her face mirrored mine. Taehyung didn’t seem phased. He made it seem like it was every day that I came home to find him and Hana hanging out in the kitchen after doing who knows what in the apartment.

“Tae,” my voice came out high and squeaky as he just glanced my way for a second or two. It wasn’t long before his eyes were back on the tea he was making. “A minute in my room please?”

He raised an eyebrow while still looking at his tea, “Why your room? Do you have something you need to hide from Jungkook?”

I wanted to facepalm at his comment as I noticed Hana’s face was flaming. Was he dumb, or am I just looking too far into this? Maybe she has a different reason for being here in Taehyung’s pajamas.

“Just come here,” I slightly snapped as Taehyung found my reaction amusing.

“Okay,” he laughed before looking to Hana to make sure she was okay. She just nodded, her face still flaming with embarrassment. It wasn’t long before Taehyung and I stepped into my room, and when I turned to shut the door, I noticed Jungkook sending me a pout. He knows I’m going to tell him about this conversation later, so I don’t understand why he had to look at me like that…

“Do you want to explain something to me?”

Taehyung’s eyebrows raised at my question before he opened his mouth to speak, “What do I need to explain?”

I groaned in annoyance as a smile broke out on Taehyung’s face. He knew what he was doing… “Tae. This isn’t funny.”

“Okay, okay,” he giggled, calming himself down long enough to speak, “I invited Hana over for some dinner since you and Kook were at work. I told her that Kook and I were planning to leave on Sunday. She seemed really disappointed over it, but she continued on smiling, saying she was happy for me. Something just… clicked. One thing lead to another, and we…”

“That’s all you have to say,” I stopped him as Taehyung smiled and bit his lip, “I don’t want to hear any details. I just wanna know if this was a one time thing or if you’re actually going to be official.”

Taehyung smiled and sat on the edge of my bed, “We haven’t talked about it, actually. She told me that she thinks she’s in love with me, and I… I think I feel the same about her.”

“She told you she loves you?” my eyes widened as I rushed over to stand in front of Taehyung, “And you didn’t say it back?!”

“Whoa, Ari,” Taehyung grabbed onto the sides of my arms, “I didn’t want to say it until I was for sure. After all, we’d have to do the whole long distance thing starting out. At least you and Kook spent most of the summer together.”

I took a deep breath and nodded, calming myself down. Taehyung made a good point with that. I never saw him as the long distance type since he loves skinship, but I could see him seriously consider it while sitting right in front of me.

“Why’d you wait so long? You could have asked her out at the beginning of the summer and she would have said yes…” I trailed off as I saw a blush forming on Taehyung’s face. He’d dated before, most of the girls being around for at least a few months at a time before they ultimately broke up. It wasn’t like he’d never dated before now like it was for me.

I felt my face heat up as I thought back to Jungkook and I’s early days. He had been such a douchebag to me, yet I fell so hard for him in the end. If I hadn’t accepted him at the beginning of the summer, I wouldn’t be as happy as I am now. Sure, we still fight like we did the past few days, but we were able to move past it so that we can spend the last of our days together savoring everything we have together.

“I don’t know,” Taehyung sighed in response, “I guess it’s because I feel different about her. I didn’t want to screw up what we had, but in hindsight, I’m mad at myself for not just taking a chance.”

I sat down next to Taehyung and wrapped my arm around his shoulders, “It’s not too late, Tae. Long distance relationships may suck, but if she’s really important to you, there’s no reason that you shouldn’t give it a shot.”

As if on cue, the door to my room slowly opened for Taehyung and I to see Jungkook stepping inside. I felt a small smile appear on my face at his sudden appearance. I figured he wouldn’t be able to stay away for more than a few minutes. He’s too nosy.

“Hey,” he said almost awkwardly as I just laughed and gestured for him to come in.

“Don’t you think that long distance relationships are worth a shot, Kook?” I asked him as he raised his eyebrows. I wouldn’t be surprised if Jungkook knew more about Taehyung and Hana’s relationship than I did, but in this moment, he seemed almost clueless to the root of the question.

“If this is a trick question,” he mumbled while looking at me with panicked eyes. I just stood up and shook my head, standing in front of him.

“Taehyung’s doubtful about having a long distance relationship with Hana,” I informed as Jungkook glanced over at Taehyung, “I want just trying to tell him that it’s not that bad in the grand scheme of things.”

Jungkook took a deep breath and looked back over to me. I continued to smile up at him before he grabbed my hand and pulled me against him. I felt my eyes widened and my face heated up at his sudden action, especially since Taehyung was in the room and watching us.

“If it means that I will one day get to spend every day seeing you again, it’s more than worth it.”

My heart jumped at his words as I smiled softly into his shirt. He smelled like his cologne that I love so much, and I’m going to miss smelling it… I might have to buy some just to spray every once in a while so that I could pretend that he’s still here…

“Thanks guys,” Taehyung spoke with no sarcasm underlying his words. I looked over Jungkook’s shoulder at my brother who was now fleeing the room. “If you two could stay here while I talk to Hana, I would really appreciate it.”

I gave him a thumbs up as Taehyung opened the door and walked out, closing it behind him almost violently. I jumped slightly at the noise as Jungkook let a soft laugh out his nose.

“I’m going to miss you,” Jungkook spoke as he pulled away from me so that he could look at me. “Don’t be surprised if I’m driving down here every chance that I get.”

I moved one of my hands to run through his hair as he leaned into my touch immediately, “That wouldn’t be fair for you. How about we alternate who drives to the other’s place?”

“But I live in the dorms on campus,” Jungkook was quick to inform as I bit my lip in disappointment. It was silent for a few seconds before Jungkook spoke up, uncertainty in his voice.

“M-my older sister lives near the campus, though. I’m sure she’d let you stay with her.”

My face heated up at Jungkook’s offer. Jungkook knew my family because of how often he was over at my house back in high school, but I didn’t know any of his. Of course, neither of our families knew about us being a couple... And I barely remembered that Jungkook has an older sister. Well, if my memory serves me correctly, she’s a half sister.

“I-I’ll think about it,” I looked down nervously as Jungkook shook his head and grabbed my chin with his soft hand. I was forced to look back at him as he just smiled.

“It’s just a suggestion. I’ll tell her about you before asking if you could stay with her,” Jungkook leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my lips, “I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to meet you, especially when she sees how much you’ve changed me.”

I swallowed and nodded, leaning up to place another kiss to his lips. This time he leaned further into me, careful to not knock me over with too much force. His hand that was still wrapped around me now run up and down my back to sooth me.

I pulled away for only a couple seconds to look into Jungkook’s eyes. I was going to miss looking into these eyes every day…

“You better say good things about me,” I teased as Jungkook let a slight laugh out before our lips connected again. Without warning, Jungkook hooked his arms to the back of my thighs and picked me up, holding my body completely against his while holding me up in the air. Our kiss hardly broke contact as he just stood in place, his grip on me tightening to make sure that I didn’t slip out of his hold. I could feel his rapid heartbeat against my chest as his lips hovered over mine.

“Same goes for you.”

I slightly giggled, “My family knows you already.”

Jungkook didn’t crack a smile, “Then make sure you remind them of how great I am.”

My eyes rolled as I buried my hands in his hair, holding his mouth to hover over mine, “Then remind me of how great you are, babe.”

I felt Jungkook’s skin shiver against me as his something seemed to snap within him. His eyes slightly narrowed as I just smirked at him. He moved his face away from mine as he pressed his mouth to my ear, whispering into it.

“Gladly.”

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A/N: OKAY! This update is finally finished!!! I’m so happy to finally get this posted because I hated how long I kept you all waiting for this! Now you can go back to playing BTS World ;) (Also this games chapter difficulty curves really piss me off but guess who’s still playing anyway? Don’t even get me started on the Another Story missions from Chapter 2... -_-)

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SUGAR MOON 🥐 kim taehyung.

pair. art student! taehyung x fem! reader | genre. paris in the 50’s, arranged marriage, angst, romance, smut | warnings. profanity, smoking, possessiveness, pet names, jealousy, unprotected intercourse, oral sex, masturbation, fingering, age gap, breeding kink, virgin mc | word count. 7.1k

synopsis. “tell me, sweetheart, what will your boyfriend say about me being here in the middle of the night?” or kim taehyung won’t let anyone else have you. you’ve been promised to him, after all.

A small life, a small happiness.

These were the things that had been promised to you by your parents, Taehyung didn’t doubt it one fucking bit. Nothing had been shown to you, nothing he could use, nothing to stimulate that pretty little mind of yours. You were a blank canvas.

Someone he could taint. His womanizer ways had done their rounds across Paris, but no one ever actually thought there would come a time where Kim Taehyung, successor of the Kim’s and their jewelry empire, a business booming since the early 20’s, would settle down. They were wrong, of course.

Taehyung wasn’t planning on getting married and staying married, especially to such an inexperienced girl such as yourself, fresh out of her private academy, and working under her daddy as a typist, a receptionist. At least not at first. Not until he met with you in person.

Then, he couldn’t wait. After that first meeting, witnessing your shaking hands and soft voice as you greeted him—you had his cock leaking in seconds. No other woman had elicited such a reaction out of him, none that mattered. None he could remember the name of. So, naturally, he was attracted. Challenged. Interested.

It was a brief brunch, and an extremely pretentious one. Taehyung’s fingers had been itching for a cigarette the entire time, as your mother went on and on about your excellent grades and general impression. His father, an always serious man, all about his money and good name, had managed to snick cognac in his coffee without anyone noticing—anyone except you.

Taehyung’s eyes had caught your amused ones, as you rose a satin gloved hand to your red lips, pressing two digits against that beautiful mouth to keep you from laughing. He fell back on his chair then, manspreading even further, playing with the serviette in his hand, watching you closely.

You hadn’t touched your food. Out of nervousness, perhaps. He liked his women to eat, to indulge themselves in whatever pleases them most. You’d learn that. What else, then… your pinned hair, perfectly styled to fit the shape of your face, your cute nose, and rosy cheeks. The modest neckline of your dress. Hiding just enough, leaving the rest up to the imagination. Carefully chosen he concludes. By the mother. For this engagement.

What a fucking joke. He hated pretending the most. He was an artist; a free mind, someone that couldn’t be caged, someone that did not do well in circumstances as preposterous as these, so staged, so rehearsed, so—fake. If he had it his way, and his father knows this the best, he’d take you away from this table, away from all this boring talk between parents, a bidding war he’s afraid, for what price you’d be sold to him for. Well, that can’t have you feeling comfortable, and no one would want his fiancée to be dreading her own wedding day, would they?

He’s doing it for your future, he reasons.

“Excuse us, esteemed relatives,” he cuts his mother off, and stands up, mischievous gaze piercing through you. “We have greater matters to attend, don’t we sweetheart?”

You blushed immediately under the attention, clearly never having gone against anything in your life. A rule player, staying inside the box. Taehyung wanted to cut that box open, tear through it like a Christmas present, and pick you up, play with you for hours, steal that virginity, that innocence away.

It was at that first meeting, that he took you to his favorite bakery, bought you pain au chocolat, and watched you eat as he smoked, hot chocolate staining your top lip a delicious dark color. Taehyung chuckled at your child like reaction upon noticing your new bittersweet mustache, and decided he’d kiss you that day. Not then, you’d probably run off on him if he’d done it then.

“Have you no decency to tell me of my state?” You smack him playfully on the arm, and his smirk only deepens.

“And miss that adorable look on your face? Not a chance, sweetheart.”

Later. At his house, maybe, after he’s certain of your hold on him, and wants to explore it more. Explore you more. The fabric of your dress was hugging your waist exquisitely, dangerously, those heels doing nothing for you next to him. Eight years of a difference, yet he’s known of you for so long. Has seen you from afar, a mere girl with pigtails, no one he’d pay any mind to, just a shadowy figure in the background of his life, but always the promise hung; the promise between your families, the inevitable elopement.

But you were a tough woman, weren’t you? You made him fight for you. There had been a shy goodbye and then your back, walking away from him in a hurry, afraid to stick around for any more that you’d already have. That had been for the better, Taehyung mused to himself over another of many, many a cigarette. Tobacco had been a friend of his since the young age of seventeen, a way to fit in with the other teenagers and their self destructing tendencies. He had those too, he convinced himself. He had those too, but he also had his pencils and papers.

Taehyung had his art, and his music, and he was never alone. He’d witnessed no death, no poverty, no war, and so for that reason he was an insufferable dreamer, a delicate person. But he tried to see those things, tried to be a part of it all, to help, or to imitate—naturally, those people had taken and taken and taken from him, had used him for his warmth, his money, and reassured future, as they had to, at some point, unfortunately return back to their tiny, freezing apartments to starve and work minimum wage industrial jobs as he remained free to parade around Paris, wearing his expensive tailored suits and leather boots, studying art, not a care in the fucking world.

He was aware of this, too. It made no difference. He came from a family of immigrants, people who put in a great deal of effort to their endeavors. His father alongside his uncle had opened their first jewelry shop in 1922, amidst terrible, dark times, catering exclusively to the rich folk of Paris, investing every last penny they had to them, until the favor was returned. Now, boutiques across France, across Europe. Thirty-four years later.

All the whorehouses in Paris could not have prepared him for what he was about find out. For he’s never been truly jealous of anyone, has had no insecurities, no doubt of who he was. Taehyung was wanted by both men and women, divulged in sexual acts with all who interested him, never particularly caring for gender or class. People were all the same to him—everyone had a price, a reason. But not you, not to him. The more he was away from you, the stronger his feelings grew.

You had a little boyfriend; he learns from the driver he had ordered to follow you around. Someone insignificant, an electrician—so it was honest work you were looking for. A small life, a small happiness. Oh, to see your parents’ faces when they found out about this; how their words had backfired. Kim Taehyung came second to no one, and especially not a country boy trying to make it in the big, scary world. He had his ways of getting exactly what he wanted. That is to say, he hired a friend of his fathers to scare him off, to warn him against you. And if that didn’t work, if there was love involved—well, he couldn’t have that, could he?

You were promised to him first. He wouldn’t let anyone else have you. Especially that tight cunt, those cherry red lips. It went without fucking saying—he had to see you again. Unsupervised. Preferably, naked, underneath him.

So, he goes to your house. Picks up a few pebbles and tries for several windows, cigarette in mouth, dark brown curls falling over his eyes. You’re bound to answer to one. He persists, until he sees light coming from the last window at the corner of the stone building, a familiar shadow through the curtains.

Taehyung waits. It’s well past midnight, and you look terrified, but so, so beautiful. Fuckable, in your pink robe and loose hair. He wants to climb up the wall and fuck you right there, against that very window. He wonders if you’d let him, if you’d let go for him.

“My goodness, what are you doing here, Taehyung?” A protective hand over your chest, you look down at him perplexed, but—excited.

He takes the cig out his mouth, flicks the ashes off. “I can’t stop thinking about you, darling.”

He sees your eyes widen, those kissable lips part in an inaudible gasp. He smiles fondly, the thought of you half asleep, still warm from dreams, stirring because of him and his uncontrollable desires—oh, he’d marry you right then if he could. Such were his feelings for you.

“But you can’t be here! My parents—wait, are you drunk?”

Oops. He stumbled forward, discarding his suit jacket, rolling the sleeves of his white shirt up to his forearms, stick between his lopsided lips.

“Guilty as charged, sweetheart,” he mumbles into the night. “I’m coming up.”

“Good lord, you’re not.”

“I am.”

A pause, as he begins his ascend up the front wall of your house. “You are a lunatic, Kim Taehyung. Absolutely.”

For you, perhaps. He’s climbed before, countless times actually, all involving rebellion and illegal activities, but no matter. This time he’s climbing for love, for a chance to get to know the real you, not the timid girl you are during the day, but the hidden side, the moon of you. He’d get it out of you, he’s good at that. And when he does, Taehyung will have his way with you. His cock stirs in the mere thought of it.

You make way for him to jump inside your bedroom, still shaken from the fact he can even do something like that. To see you. You must be dreaming. But no, that can’t be, because there he stands, in all his handsomeness, smelling of cigarettes and expensive cologne, curls bouncing with his every move. And he’s moving towards you.

“How is my favorite girl doing?”

Taehyung sees the flush on your bare neck, rising higher. He sees your hands coming together in front of you, as you instinctively step back from him, a prey in front of a hunter.

“This is inappropriate,” you mutter to yourself, blinking fast.

His lips curve slightly. “Yet, you let me in.”

Your eyes snap back at his. “I had no choice!”

He ignores this, instead familiarizes himself with your bedroom, the pastel colors, the minimal furniture, the piles of books. Your hairbrush, your mirror. Things you’ve used, things that smell like you. You were killing him, playing with the heartstrings of his goddamn heart. How can a girl so perfect as you, his promised fiancée, have someone else? Be touched by another man, loved by another man?

Jealousy has never felt uglier inside him.

“Tell me, sweetheart, what will your boyfriend say about me being here in the middle of the night?”

Your hip hits the corner of your desk, and you hiss quietly. You’re shocked by his words, and he doesn’t fault you. How could he know, after all. Right?

“Who told you this?” You question, and he grabs the end of your robe’s belt, feeling the lace of it.

“Confidential,” he replies simply. “You should know now, darling, I don’t share well. The woman that I’ll love will be my woman only.”

“Is that right?” You test him, he can see. A look of defiance so different from the submissive girl he met at that restaurant all those weeks ago.

He hums, enjoying your little power play. “That is exactly right, pretty thing. Care to elaborate on this secret of yours?” He kisses two fingers, places them on top of the place where his heart rests. “I promise it will stay with me.”

You don’t look convinced. You squirm and touch your hair. Another habit. You’re transparent to him, so easy to read, to decipher. Honest. Your ways do not betray you. To have someone to trust… it was incredibly valuable to Taehyung. Unheard of in the circles he ran, the family he was raised in. A salvation, then. You came to him as a small bird—what if he taught you how to fly?

“You don’t want to see me angry, sweetheart. Use your words,” he threatened, leaning against your closet, all the way on the other side of your bed, unmade and slept in.

In the dim light of your nightstand lamp, you looked dreamt up. Like a wet dream designed by his subconscious to haunt him, a personal Hell. To look but not to touch. Forbidden fruit, and everyone knows the story…

“I met him a year ago. He came for a routine check up on the power lines,” you started to explain, not moving an inch, afraid that if you did Taehyung would move as well. “I… He was kind to me. I’ve been seeing him secretly ever since.”

“Has he touched you?”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s a simple question, darling, isn’t it? Has.he.touched.you?”

You huffed an incredulous laugh, as if offended. You answer anyway. “We’ve only kissed, not that it’s any of your business.”

Taehyung nods his head slowly, pointing at the pack he took out of his trousers’ pocket. “May I?” But he doesn’t wait. Lighter on the edge of the cigarette, he inhales the smoke deeply, blowing it towards the ceiling, pondering over the information in his head.

“Kindness,” he says. “Is a tricky thing, isn’t it? Makes you feel guilty if you don’t give it back, if you don’t return it.”

Closing the distance between your bodies, he sees you cowering in the corner, but those eyes are anything but scared. You have a bite, it’s in there. Taehyung wonders how he can bring it out, test it.

“He loves me,” you retort, and you’re trying to sound convincing.

The question is to whom?

“Sweetheart, I do not doubt for one fucking minute that a man could have a pretty little thing like you and not be completely enamored. Only a fool would waste the opportunity.” You stay quiet, watching him stop by the foot of your bed, nothing but a mere two steps separating you now.

“Maybe he does, chances are he doesn’t. It matters little to me,” he pins you down with a strict look. “You’re to stop seeing him. I’m not a charitable person—you belong to me now. Am I making myself clear?”

The mask crumbles, the wounded girl appears. Tears glisten in the faint warm glow of the room, and Taehyung finds himself wanting to wipe them away, make them disappear. He didn’t mean to hurt you, to make you cry. He’s drunk, and he’s jealous, and he’s falling in love.

He’s the bird in the cage, flapping its wings, terrified, starved of genuine affection. His deflecting can only camouflage this truth for so long. It will shoot out like a slap in the face to render him speechless, and it will be soon. But for right now, as he stands in front of you, all he wants is to taste those lips, to try molding them into his own.

“You are cruel, Kim Taehyung. Marrying you would be a tragedy and a punishment,” you mutter, fighting back sobs, chin quivering.

He smiles, but it’s all teeth, he’s a wolf, and it’s fake, it’s forced, and his hands are shoved deep in his pockets, fingers clenching into fists, cigarette butt bitten into to keep from lashing out. Not going after the engagement earlier had been a tragedy, having to deal with the aftermath of not trying to get to know his own fiancée the punishment. But you had been young, and he had been too preoccupied with easy pussy and pretentious art to care. Now you hate him, and it feels unfair.

“What if I told you this person was only after your money, darling? Would that make you see?”

“Lies.”

Taehyung exhales through his nose, nostrils flaring. “I don’t lie, sweetheart, if there’s one thing to know about me it’s this. I have proof. He’s been stealing from this family and has been feeding you fairytales.”

You attack then, heading straight for his face. He grabs both your wrists, and immobilizes you instantly, spitting the cigarette out in fear of burning you. You stare at each other for what feels like ages, both panting, neither backing down.

“You’re trying to poison me,” you spit at him, pure hatred spread across your beautiful face. “Lock me up.”

He softens immediately, blinking down at you, snapping out of it. “I fed you hot chocolate, ordered flowers to your house every single day since I met you,” he whispers, trying to make you see reason. “I’ve known you since you were playing hide and seek with my younger sister, a girl no older than nine years of age—I’ve never had a reason to lie to you, to trick you. All I’m doing is trying to protect you. Neither of us had any control over our relationship, (Y/N), and I am truly sorry for that. Be it as it may, I now have a responsibility to you, to keep you out of harm’s way, to be truthful.”

Tears roll down your cheeks, and you look so confused, so fucking split into what you want to believe and what is real, that Taehyung can only pull you into his arms, let you come to terms with the fact. You don’t fight, you don’t even say anything, you just sob into his shirt quietly, overtaken by heartbreak. He sits you both down on the bed, and you fall into his lap—so easily, like you’ve done this a thousand times. His thoughts drift further, and he chastises himself; you’re in a vulnerable position, it’s late. He should leave you alone.

For the life of him, he can’t find the will to do it.

“What I said still stands,” he mumbles into your hair. “I will not apologize for the way I am. For as long as you’re mine, no one else will have you. I will kill anyone who dares to attempt messing with you.”

You sniffle and sigh, tear-stained bloodshot eyes looking back at him. “I had no idea you were like this.”

One side of his mouth curves slightly, hands coming to push hair back from your face. “You’ll get used to me. Give it some time.”

Your gaze moves across his features, studying him. A breath away. If he leaned in just a bit, he could take your mouth in his, devour you whole. He almost does. The hope that you might want anything to do with him is holding him back from doing so.

“Okay,” you say, and he exhales.

“What?”

“Okay,” you repeat, fingers coming to wipe at the wetness on your cheeks. “I’ll give you a chance. Please don’t make me regret it.”

His body physically aches from the effort he puts not to pounce on your right then and there, so instead he settles for a kiss on the forehead, short and painful. Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut, begs for you to stop wiggling on him.

“I fucking swear, darling. I’ll be good to you.”

He’s never promised anything to any woman before. He finds himself wanting to keep good on his words this time.

It’s exactly two weeks after his little break and entering fiasco that the preparations for the engagement party begin.

Your mother seemed to know Taehyung had spent majority of that night with you, if he were to judge by her inquisitive looks and overall effort to never leave her daughter unattended around him. That was well enough—he was a creative and innovative man, he always seemed to find a way around rules and indiscreet eyes.

He takes you to a movie screening one afternoon, and stares at your animated expressions the entire time. He smokes twice as much to resist the urge of putting his hands on you. He desperately wants to; he craves having you in his arms again, yearns for that sweet scent, those soft thighs rubbing against his erection, your breasts against his firm chest. Taehyung dreams of you often, dreams of those untouched folds he’s never seen, never tasted—he’s a savage diving headfirst into them, licking every last drop of your wetness, inhaling the smell of your virgin cunt, and imagines your desire to be touched by a man, him, your soon to be husband.

He comes into his hand every morning, wishing his palm was you around his raw cock, allowing him to invade you, to ravage you. He weaves his time, reassuring himself—all in good time. He’ll have you for eternity soon, and no forever will be enough for all he’s planned on doing with you.

“Tell me, sweetheart, do you drink?”

You look at him, eyelashes flattering innocently. “No, not really,” you confess, and you appear so cute to him, then, that he must make a move, it cannot be helped.

Taehyung kisses your temple affectionately, stopping you both in your tracks in the bustling streets of the 7th Arrondissement. You lean in for just a moment, overtaken, and he considers it a triumph, a step towards the right direction. He’ll spend the rest of his life proving himself to you, if that’s what it takes, just so he can kiss you like this.

“We can’t have that, can we?” He rhetorically asks, and takes your hand in his, draping it over his forearm. “You’re with me, now, you must divulge in the few pleasures that life has to offer, my darling.”

“No one has offered to show me,” you confess shyly.

Show you he does. He takes you to the restaurant he frequents at and orders the bottle of wine he loves the most, along with dinner. Taehyung fills your glass and cuts your steak in bite sized pieces when it arrives. He advices you to sniff at the red colored alcohol first, before closing your eyes and having a taste.

You’re the most special kind of angel doing exactly as you’re told, taking a small sip of the aged wine. He watches, breath bated. When you open your eyes, the fascination on your face makes him smile brightly, proudly.

“Oh, it’s wonderful!”

“That’s my girl.”

Your fiancée leans back in his chair and lights a cigarette as you contently chew your food, drink your wine. He stares in awe, mesmerized by your genuine nature. You blush under his intense gaze.

“Won’t you eat?” You ask, biting your pink lips.

Taehyung can’t help but smirk at that. “Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. I’ll eat later, trust me.”

“You say it with such innuendo, I don’t understand—”

“Have you ever touched yourself, (Y/N)? Be honest with me.”

You choke on your food, eyes widening, coughing into your hand. Taehyung chuckles, offering you some water. You take it gratefully, chugging half the glass. He waits, amused, curious. A few people turn to look. He ignores them.

“That is not a proper question to ask a lady, Taehyung,” you scold him after you recover, fingers playing with your pearl necklace.

“You are to be my wife. I believe I can ask whatever I want,” he responds calmly.

You take a while to answer, instead turning to the wine for bravery.

“Why the interest?”

“Purely out of curiosity. I want to know what makes you feel good, sweetheart, for when I go down on that sweet cunt of yours.”

Your knife falls out of your hand and hits the floor at once. More people begin to tune into your conversation, intrigued. You look around, embarrassed and crouch to pick up your utensil. Taehyung turns his head to the side to blow smoke on the nosy woman on the table next to yours. She heaves, waving her hand and quickly minds her business.

“Did I say something to upset you?” He presses.

“You’re ridiculous and vulgar!” You half whisper, urging him to stop his teasing. “No one has ever spoken to me in this way.”

“Your boyfriend must’ve been a bore then, darling. I’m only stating my intentions. I would never dare to offend you.”

“It’s just as so.”

“Don’t be shy with me.”

“Yes!” You exclaim, and down the entire glass of wine. “Of course I have, who hasn’t? Now no more of this or I’m leaving.”

Taehyung shuts the fuck up at once.

He wishes he can say he was nothing but a total gentleman the entire evening, but that would a blatant fucking lie, wouldn’t it, because as soon as you get off the car to go into your house, he grabs you by the arm and kisses you deeply, hands ruining your hair. You moan and refute against his lips, but he holds you tighter, attempts to bruise your mouth so that you’d feel him there for a good fucking while.

He wishes he can say that had been all, but it wasn’t, because he takes you on the side of the building, covering you in shadows, and slips his hand under your dress, feeling your garters, touching the lace of your underwear. He rises your skirts, and fingers you right there, your parents just through the wall, wondering where their sweet little girl is.

You gasp and cling to him, bodies pressed together as he leaves you no room to think, to second guess, to breathe, even. He’s ruthless in his taking, selfish in his ambition to make you come for him, and so his digits curl in your slick, finding out the pleasure spots of you, desperate to have you screaming his name. You’re moving your hips towards his hand in no time, overwhelmed by how good it feels to have something inside you, fucking into you. Taehyung flattens his palm, and rubs your clit with the heel of it, long fingers edging you.

“Please, Taehyung… that feels too good, what are you doing to me?”

Your head falls on his shoulder, just as he hikes one of your thighs up his torso. He has half a mind to slam you down on his cock, fuck you in public, unashamed, outside your own fucking house, but he doesn’t, he won’t, because you’re important; because you matter, because he only wants to give you a little taste of what he can do for you.

“I’m stretching that little hole of yours, sweetheart. You’re so fucking wet for me, baby, so eager for my hand.”

Cupping you jaw, his tongue pushes past your lips in an open-mouthed kiss, eliciting more sounds from you, growing hotter, whinier, broken. Your pussy is making sounds too, all wet and filthy, and you seem to hear them as well, trying to pull away from his kiss, hide your face in his chest. He doesn’t let you, opens his eyes to see the pleasure written clearly on your features.

“You’ll come for me, won’t you, darling? All over my fingers? Let me see you, sweet thing, and then let me have a taste of those sweet juices. I bet you taste like pure fucking honey, I wanna bury myself in that cunt, drown in that cream. Won’t you give it to me, baby? C’mon, let go for me, let me see.”

When you come, you don’t seem to understand what you just did, what happened, and Taehyung is truly and completely awestruck by your innocence. He rubs circles on your clit until your body stops convulsing, and when he’s sure you’re okay to stand on your own, he kneels down in front of you on the dewy grass, gripping your hips, and diving in your folds, tongue lapping your slickness, so velvety, so goddamn tasty, before going for your clit, flicking the small bundle of nerves. You jerk away from him, the sensation unfamiliar. He brings you back, growls, grips tighter and does it again. And again. And again.

“Oh my God, I can’t, I can’t, I’m gonna—”

He moans against your cunt, uses his hand again to provide more friction for you to rub against. You do immediately, your pussy on fire, aching like never before, your stomach in knots. Then he starts mumbling like a mad man—I can feel it, sweetheart, let me have it, come in my mouth, give it to me my filthy fucking girl, my little slut, Heaven on earth on my tongue, I swear, one more, one more baby, come on.

You come again, and this time you see stars; your vision blurs, and you almost collapse on top of him, but Taehyung holds you up whilst not missing a single drop of your release, licking all over, chin coated in your juices, running down his neck. He fucking loves it all, loves you, loves your cunt. Then, he hears it.

Your dad calling out for you. While he’s still buried between your thighs, erection pressing against his trousers, his daughter fucked out and half naked for everyone to see. You panic immediately, pushing your skirt down, looking at the direction of the voice worried, dizzy still from your orgasms.

Taehyung pulls your panties over your core, and gets up quickly, giving you one last kiss before slapping your ass. You hit his chest alarmed, anxiety ridden.

“Go first, darling. I’ll see you later.”

“But—”

He fixes you with a stern look. “Be a good girl.”

You hesitantly go, your hand dropping from his. He hates having to let go of you like this but doesn’t want to get you in trouble with your father, either. He waits a bit for both voices to disappear behind doors, before going back to his car, parked a couple houses back. Taehyung can barely think straight with all the blood rushing to his cock.

He rubs himself like that, with the thought of you coming undone over him, your taste still in his mouth. When he spits into his palm, he imagines your perfect lips wrapping around his shaft, taking his entire length into your small hole, gagging over his girth. He barely cares for anyone passing, or his indecency.

He wants to fuck you raw, fuck you dumb. Put a ring on your finger, and knock some babies in you, then die a happy man.

All in good time.

With guests arriving and gifts piling up, Taehyung hadn’t got a single chance to talk to you. Just a quick hello and peck on the cheek, before your mothers dragged you away to fix your dress and powder your face up to her standards.

You’d grimaced at him as you were taken to the guest room of his house, and he gave you a small smile in return. This day was most important to them, a celebration of two of the most powerful and influential families in all of France, so in that way, you had to look your best, and even then, your best didn’t guarantee perfection.

Taehyung thought you looked fucking stunning in your champagne-colored gown, crystals cascading down your hair. A wish, or a dream, or both. He can only imagine what you’d look like in your wedding dress, walking towards him down the aisle, given to no one but him, his to love, to cherish, to protect, and to fuck. He gets excited with the mere thought, the prospect of having you all to himself, to do whatever he pleases.

His father slaps him on the shoulder once, already more than three glasses of bourbon in; he had a buzz about him, a friendly aura, when he was drunk. It was easier to talk to him, then, in his relaxed state. But Taehyung had nothing to say—not to him, at least. He’d been a pain in the fucking ass all these years, and now when it’s time to do his duty and marry into a good family, all of a sudden, he’s the picture-perfect authority.

Bullshit. He loosens his tie a little, the noose suddenly entirely too tight around his neck, and puts the cigarette back in between his fingers, running a hand through his tidy hair, with the brushed back curls.

At first, greeting people had been easy enough. All he had to do was stand right next to you and shake hands. He doesn’t know when the air got so unbearably stifling, or when the faces all started blurring into each other, smiles melting off as if acid had been thrown onto them. Taehyung squeezes that hand he has around your waist, and you look up in concern. The music is too loud, the lights are too bright, and who the fuck keeps banging on his head?

“Tae?” You ask, delicate hands taking his pale face in them. “You’re overwhelmed,” you conclude, staring into his eyes. Then to your mother, “We’re gonna go get some fresh air.”

“Right now?” She chastises but doesn’t object. Perhaps Taehyung looks worse than he feels. “Be back soon, honey. You need to give your toasts, so we can bring out the cake.”

“Yes, mother.”

Like magic, his migraine disappears the moment you leave the living room. Your soft hand in his, leading him to privacy—all he needed, all he wanted. Your plan is to take him to the garden, have the crispy autumn air hit him, bring him back from his anxiety. But it wasn’t stress that made him unwell; it was those people, the fact that he knew none of them, and yet they got to congratulate him, to stare at his bride as if she’s nothing more than a piece of meat, something with an expiration date.

They think that Kim Taehyung won’t be faithful. That he’ll grow bored, and once he gives you a couple children, will try everything in his power to stay as far away as possible from you. The assumptions of a life he left far behind the moment he bought you that chocolate croissant were haunting him, karma coming to bite him. He was no longer that person they’ve heard so many rumors about it, nor does he wish to ever be, ever again.

You were his future now. His life. He was completely devoted to you. You had to know this.

Before you can reach for the balcony door, he pulls you into the library, locking the door behind him. You let out a gasp as he pushes you against the cold glass of the window that run across the wall, overlooking the majestic garden his mother and housekeepers had built. Taehyung smiles and puts both his arms on either side of you, his thumbs caressing your temples tenderly.

“I thought you weren’t well,” you mutter, blinking up at his handsome face.

“You always make me feel better.” He inches closer.

“Is that so?”

“Mhm.” And then he kisses you.

Gently, softly. Small feathery pecks, admiring the way you bloomed for him, under his touch. The party was gearing up, he could hear the melody change to something more upbeat, so he figured he could steal a few more moments with you, alone. His mind ran a thousand miles per hour.

“I want you to know, sweetheart, I want you to hear it from me directly, and believe me always when I say—I’ll be a good husband to you. I will always put you first, above my own self, whatever you need. Count on me, let me be a man that’s deserving of an angel like you,” he whispers against your lips, watches as your eyes glisten with tears of joy.

He kisses them away, then kisses your brow. You giggle, a sound holier than church bells. He would give you anything, then. His baby, his darling. Anything.

“I’m going to take advantage of you now— I can’t fucking wait any longer, you have me by the fucking balls, sweetheart.”

Your hands instinctively go for his shoulders, as he roughly pulls your dress up your legs, over your hips, those long fingers dipping underneath your silk panties, feeling that smooth pussy with his open palm. Taehyung groans into your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there. He wanted to mark you, show everyone you’re his, but not now. You’d be too embarrassed to go back out, face all those guests.

Your cunt wasn’t shy, though. It coated his fingers with your slick wetness, opened up for him to have his way. So obedient, so fucking sexy—oh, he’d fuck you. Right against this window, for anyone that was outside to see. He didn’t give a fuck. You drove him crazy with how ready you always seemed to be, your body betraying any sort of rebuttal from you.

“Tell me baby, have you touched yourself since I was in between these legs?” As his middle finger slips inside your tight entrance. “Have you thought of me while rubbing this pretty pussy? Be honest with me, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” a breathy moan against his collarbone, as your hand wraps around the nap of his neck. “Yes.”

He’s a gone man, then. A girl as perfect as you, his promised girl, admitting to pleasuring herself with the thought of him? Taehyung almost wants to apologize for who he was about to become.

“Turn around for me, darling.”

You’re scared, overthinking the position, but with one last flick on your clit, you’re drenching his entire hand, rubbing on his forearm like a starved slut.

“I’ll take care of you, baby, I got you, I promise.”

“Will it hurt?” You ask quietly, and he shushes you, kisses away your worry.

“It might, angel. But you’re my strong girl, aren’t you? Bite on my hand if the pain is too much.”

He holds your hips aligned with his erection and unzips his trousers, pumping himself a few times, using your slick to coat his length. Taehyung then puts a hand over your mouth, and you hold onto it with both of your own, inching your ass closer to his cock absentmindedly, your body obviously wanting this as much as he does.

“Fuck me, you’re a fucking dream like this, darling, let me see you. Do that again.”

You do, the white garters and stockings you have on the sexiest thing he’s ever seen in his goddamn life. He’s seen a lot of pussy, but nothing compares, could ever compare to yours. Sliding his rock-hard length against your folds, he circles an arm around your waist, your knees already giving out. Taehyung chuckles, kisses your shoulder blade softly. What an adorable girl, so innocent in the ways of pleasure, all the different ways your senses can come alive.

“Take a deep breath for me, sweetheart.”

He enters you at once, what little resistance there was giving way. You scream into his hand, and he presses his chest on your back, fingers pressing against your mouth to keep you quiet. Stilling for a second, brows furrowing, aching to pound into you, to fuck you senseless, he then pulls all the way out, and thrusts back in, the tightness feeling incredible against his girth.

“Christ baby, where have you been my entire fucking life?”

You whimper, and push back, wanting to be as close to him as possible. “Faster, Taehyung, please.”

He needn’t be told twice. He stays inside you, picking up his pace, fucking into the deepest part of you, both arms wrapping around your waist, breathing labored, watching as you place two manicured hands on the glass, trying to keep yourself upright. He praises you, tells you how good you’re doing, how fucking perfect you are for him, taking cock so well, a natural, a good little slut, his baby, so proud of you, so fucking proud.

“Look at you, shameless, getting fucked for the whole world to see. You’re a filthy fucking girl, angel, aren’t you? All you want is to come on my cock, don’t you?”

“Please…”

Taehyung wants to grab you by the hair, drill himself into your hole, shape it to fit his dick exactly, to mark his place there so that you could never leave him, never let any other man in that sweet fucking place. Instead, he watched the crystals bounce, your tits smashed against the glass, corset keeping them in place.

“Please? Use your words, darling. What do you want?” He demands, bending you at the waist more, feeling his release getting closer.

“You, please, more, more!”

When his digits drop down to your clit again, you’re a crying mess, begging to be filled with cum, filled by him, to the brim, until you can’t take no more, and he gives it all to you, he’s generous, he slams one, two, three—your head falls in ecstasy, as he shoots his load inside of your insatiable hole, balls emptying all he’s been holding back for you.

He rests his head on your lower back, sweat dripping into his eyes, stinging. He kisses you over the flashy fabric of your dress, hands resting above your womb, thinking about seeing your swollen belly, carrying his child, a beautiful mommy.

Taehyung helped you get decent, tucking himself back in his pants, straightening his suit vest, passing a hand over his combed hair, and turned you around in his arms for a last kiss. Only this one was more intense; unlike any other kiss he’s ever experienced. It was emotional, carrying the trust and love you’ve grown to have for him, the most precious thing he could ever ask for.

“I’ve loved you since I met you, sweetheart,” he whispers sweetly in your ear, pulling back to see your reaction.

You flushed, hiding on his shoulder. He smiles fondly at your action and keeps you there for a while. Some time has passed since you two supposedly went to the gardens, and he didn’t want your mother to start an entire search party for the both of you, so he halfheartedly suggested to return to the living room.

Admittedly, there was no possible way to hide you two had sex. His mother shook her head as he brought you to stand in front of the two-tiered vanilla frosted cake, attached to your hip.

“I’ll love you til the day I die,” he promises later, in front of everyone, slipping a diamond ring on your finger. “Mine to hold, mine to keep.”

He wants to kill me