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PURE ATTRACTION | TattooArtistJJK FANFIC [ongoing]
Summary: "I shouldn't be watching a man undressing, especially not from the house next door."
↳ Index [Chapter 09 - So History Doesn't Repeat Itself]
Genre: some Smut, some Romance, some Angst
Warnings: jealous!Kook at some points, he takes such good care of her :(, Joon teaches her how to breathe fire, more fear of telling her how he really feels, he finally spanks her!, and she likes it ;), she also deserves it cause she is a lil brat <3, passionate making out on the couch, neck kisses, slight grinding, he wants her so much, getting interrupted aka my favourite trope hahahhahah, Kook is so good with children this is actually so hot, also these two are literally PISSING me off like y'all are so dense when it comes to feelings omfg 😩
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a/n: i'm obsessed with the way he is obsessed with her ngdngffdj but i'm also ready to fight him istfg if you don't open your mouth soon jungkook i WILL fight you
Jungkook doesn’t fall asleep with you. He stays wide awake, panicking because of his tattoos.
They never changed before. They showed up one day and have refused to leave ever since. They aren’t supposed to change. Jungkook cannot fall asleep because he is panicking over a million different what ifs.
What if his curse is trying to punish him? What if his curse is growing stronger because he is trying to fight it? What if his curse found a new way to influence him against his will? What if the fate reader was right? She was right about the other things as well. What if he wakes up with your blood on his hands tomorrow? Is this it? Is he turning into a killer again?
You are already snoring beside him when his panic gets too much. He leaves the bed as quietly as possible, closing the door behind him on his way out.
Xenia is sleeping soundly on the sofa. You insisted on housing her and she couldn’t protest no matter how hard she tried. Jungkook doesn’t mind. It calms him down knowing that she is close in case you suddenly needed aid and it is nice to know that Xenia is comfortable in his home.
Jungkook grew to like her. Now that she isn’t constantly – and deservingly – bullying him, she feels like a mother figure. Jungkook missed having a mother.
“Xenia”, Jungkook whispers, shaking her softly, “wake up, please.”
The Elven woman startles awake, sitting up with a gasp. Just like all mothers seem to do.
“Oh! Sorry.” Jungkook flinches back. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Jungkook? What are you doing here?” she croaks, looking up at him disoriented and sleepy.
“I think something is wrong with me”, he gets out and sinks down on the sofa.
At that she becomes wide awake.
“What’s the matter?” she asks, placing her hand on his back. His skin is cold but covered in a layer of sweat, his heart pounds quickly in his ribcage.
“My eyes were black and, and my skin. My tattoos. My, my…oh gods”, he is one second away from hyperventilating, tattoos glowing as a panic attack threatens to claim him. His eyes are dark again.
Xenia puts her arm around him, “now, now. Everything is alright. You are in a safe space, Jungkook dear. Take a deep breath. Whatever troubles you will be over soon. But first you need to take a deep breath.”
He follows her commands, besting the panic attack one deep breath at a time. One by one, the tattoos stop glowing and the galaxies in his dark brown eyes return. Xenia sat with him the entire time, holding him like a mother would her scared son.
“There we go. Now tell me exactly what happened”, she asks him, rubbing the back of his head.
“I, I think my curse is evolving because I want to change and it wants to battle that. It’s going to become stronger.” Jungkook looks at her with teary, scared eyes. “Xenia, please help me. Do you have something to suppress it? Please?”
“Why do you believe that it is evolving?”
“My tattoos changed. The, the runes are different. I don’t know what they mean. Please help me, please.”
“Don’t you worry, I’m right here. Now let’s see.” She rolls off the sofa and stands up before him.
He looks up at her, trembling vividly.
“Your tattoos changed you said?”
“Yes. My skin has been itchy for days and now ___ noticed a difference and, and when I looked-” He sniffles, “-they were different. I’m scared.”
“Don’t be scared. I’m sure that we can find an explanation together. Now stand up, I will take a look.”
Jungkook shivers the entire time she inspects him because his nerves are stretched as thin as they manage. He might have to throw up. He is so anxious. He doesn’t want to be a Hunter again. Now granted, he knows that he cannot blame all of his shitty actions on the curse. But he also did a lot of shitty things because the curse made him do them and he is so scared. What if this is it? What if this curse is going to control him entirely?
“I see”, Xenia finally says.
“And? How bad is it? What do they say? Am I going to hurt her? Can I be helped?”
“Gods, look at you shaking. Sweet boy, it’s alright”, she soothes him, rubbing his arms to warm him, “sit down. Sit.”
He follows, sniffling vividly as she drapes a blanket over his shoulders.
“Xenia, please tell me. Am I going to be alright?” he stresses.
“You are going to be more than alright. You are correct, your tattoos have changed.”
“Yes and? Am I fucked?”
“What did this one say?”
“We fight until the skies weep and the earth births blood.”
“Well, now it reads: may the gods guide the bringer of justice and protector of the misunderstood.”
“What?”
“And this one? What did it say?”
“Swift like the wind the blade cuts through scale. I-I didn’t choose them. What does it say? Am I going to hurt her?”
“It reads; Strong and steadfast the arm guides the blade of protection.”
“What do you mean?” Jungkook presses out, staring at the runes.
“It means that the curse isn’t growing, it is shrinking.”
“What?” he breathes.
She smiles at him, “there is no cure for this, at least not one I could have given you. You are healing yourself, sweet boy. By having helped those people outside and protecting ___, you are healing yourself.”
“I’m…becoming less of a Hunter?” he whispers, staring at his own hands.
“Indeed.”
“But…I don’t understand. How is this possible?”
“It is possible because you made it possible. The Hunter curse feasts on hatred. It festers and grows when the affected spends their days hunting those different to them. You had your very good reason to hate dragons and their offspring, the curse grew because of it. But you learned to be different, you stopped hating everyone and opened your heart.”
“And the curse had nothing to feast on anymore?”
“Exactly.”
Jungkook stays silent, staring at his arms. He stares for a very, very, very long time.
“What are you thinking?” she asks him, running her hand through his hair soothingly.
“I, I don’t know. My mind is blank. I just- it feels like a lie. I can’t believe it.”
“Well, start to believe it because it is true.”
“Are my powers gone?”
“Your powers remain, but they serve you to protect those weaker than you. These runes are there to give you the strength you need for this task.”
“So I’m…I’m actually…free?”
“You are.”
Jungkook looks up at Xenia and smiles with tears in his eyes. She retorts it, caressing his cheek.
“I’m proud of you, my boy.”
“Xenia”, he gets out and stands up to take her into a hug.
“Oh?”
“Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
She chuckles, patting his back.
“There, there. All I did was open your eyes. You did the rest.”
“No. No, you did so much more. You gave me this life. You made me into someone kind.” He squeezes her and steps back, bowing his head. “Thank you, I’m so happy.”
“You are more than welcome. Now off you go. You should let your elders sleep, you little rascal.”
“Right. Forgive me, Xenia”, he says, bowing deeper which makes her chuckle. Suddenly he gasps, straightening his back. “I need to look at her! Sleep tight, Xenia I have to go.”
She chuckles, watching fondly as Jungkook disappears in the bedroom. She settles back on the sofa, feeling proud of Jungkook.
Jungkook is so excited that he almost squeals. He joins you under the blanket and snuggles close, attacking your face with big smooches. They wake you up.
“Mhm, Kook”, you whine, getting kissed very passionately on the cheek.
“Go to sleep, just go to sleep”, he whispers, but too late.
“Mhm Kook, you woke me”, you mewl, opening your eyes to give him a sleepy glare. “Are you crying? What’s the matter?” you gasp.
“I’m alright, I’m happy.” He cradles you against him. “I’m just really happy.”
“What’s the matter, Kook?” You hug him back. “Talk to me, what’s wrong?”
“I’m going to be okay from now on.”
“Is it because of the tattoos? Are they bad?”
“No, they’re good. They’re so good.”
“Are you lying to me?”
“No, no not anymore. I will be alright. Oh ___”, he presses out and cradles you adoringly.
“I don’t get it.”
“Xenia said that they are runes to give me strength in protecting those weaker than me. ___, they’re good runes. I-I’m good.”
“Oh.” You understand. They changed because he changed. “Jungkook, oh wow.”
“Mhm, I’m gonna sleep so well now”, he says and giggles, wrapping his legs around you as well.
You snicker, melting in fondness, “if I wasn’t so sleepy, I’d hug you back.”
“It’s alright. Just let me hold you”, he gushes, feeling so happy that he could burst.
And allow him to hold you, smiling sleepily because this is all that you can do. You are so happy for him.
Jungkook seems different. Jimin cannot wrap his head around it, but the young Hunter seems changed.
He hurries around the produce garden with a bounce and sings songs as he collects eggs. He even pets the chickens and thanks them for each egg he collects.
The cottage is busy today. The freed people are healing very nicely. Some even gained back enough strength to take short walks in the surrounding forest. And some are up and about preparing dinner.
“How are you doing today, Emon?” Jungkook asks a dragonborn, handing out eggs.
“I’m alright, my lord. And you?”
“I have never been better”, Jungkook says and leaves, giving Emon’s young son a little pat on the head for good measure.
They were captured in the outside cages and had been starving for days. They are eating very well these days, feeling safe at Jungkook’s cottage.
Jimin follows the latter with his eyes as he hurries from person to person to hand out eggs and ask about their health. He laughs, he smiles, he spreads kindness.
And he does all that with a slight bounce in his steps. He hurries to the work shed and returns with a hunting bow. Jimin gets up and closes the distance to him.
“May I join you?”
“Of course. Four shoulders can carry more than two. We need to get good game today, Lyanna said that they are running low on meat.”
“You seem cheerful today.”
“I am.”
They walk side by side. Jimin trusts him blindly to lead the way.
“Any particular reason?”
“Just got rid of some things which burdened me.”
“You want to tell me that you took a good shit this morning?”
“No? Gross? Leave”, Jungkook says, pointing at the path they already took.
Jimin laughs, entirely enjoying the childish joke. Jungkook chuckles, shaking his head.
“Almost three hundred years and you are making privy jokes.”
“I had to, please forgive me.”
“Whatever, dickwad”, Jungkook says and hits the back of Jimin’s head with his bow. Only gently of course. Jimin smiles boyishly at him.
They reached the deeper parts of the forest. It is quiet here and smells of old trees and nourishing earth. Jimin’s steps cut through the silence rhythmically, while Jungkook produces no sound. It is in the nature of a Hunter.
“How is the stab wound doing?”
“Good, barely even feel it. He had terrible aim.”
“You got really lucky, you know? And you’re a madman, driving back home without any sort of medical care.”
“I’ve seriously had it worse. One time a wood devil scratched my back and I thought I would bleed out.”
“You fought a wood devil?”
“More like I survived it. Never messing with these beasts again.”
“They are concentrated evil. Truly.”
“Yes. Now hush, I’ve got tracks.”
Jimin follows behind him quietly, watching Jungkook in his element. It is rather hypnotising. The way Jungkook moves through the rough undergrowth, how he finds tracks where there were supposedly none. It is like a well-practiced dance. One he performed a million times before until he could do it blindfolded.
The tracks lead to a small stream from which a deer is drinking.
Jungkook draws the string and kills it with one arrow. It is instantly dead, feeling no suffering in its last moments. A little bit of kindness in this cruel act.
Jimin follows Jungkook to the dead animal.
“You are very skilled with the bow.”
“What sort of Hunter would I be if I wasn’t?” Jungkook kneels down before the deer and folds his hands. He rests his forehead against them, closing his eyes as he mutters a prayer of forgiveness and gratitude.
It warps Jimin into wanting to join him out of respect for the deer they killed just so they could survive.
Jungkook takes a deep breath. Jimin opens his eyes and studies him. The young man looks out into the forest, bow resting on his lap and eyes wistful.
“What’s the matter?”
“___ told me once that it hurts her to kill animals because they remind her of your people. Innocent and yet destined to be hunted because others decided it for them. It is a cruel thing isn’t it? To take a life because I deemed it less worthy than mine.”
“I see.” Jimin looks out into the forest.
There are birds and squirrels inhabiting the trees. Foxes chase bunnies because they deemed their life less worthy. Wolves chase deer and people take whatever life they can take. Even each other's.
“It is a cruel thing because that is what this world is. The spider will hunt the fly, the frogs will hunt the spiders, foxes will hunt the frogs and wolves will tear foxes apart. There will always be lives which others will deem less worthy than their own. But may I tell you something?”
“Tell me.”
“If you didn’t kill this deer, the people who count on you back home would starve. You did not take this deer’s life because you deemed it less worthy, you took it to give it to people who got a second chance at life. Emon’s boy will know no hunger tonight because of you.”
“That is true. I haven’t thought of it this way.” Jungkook takes a deep breath and looks at Jimin.
The dragon meets his eyes.
“Thank you.”
Jimin nods his head and smiles. Jungkook retorts it, shifting his eyes to the forest again.
“And thank you for giving me a chance. I know it must have been not the easiest task. I am grateful for your trust.”
Jimin smiles, “you are a good person, Jungkook. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.”
“I try to be. All the wrongs I have done will never be fixed again, but I will make a difference from now on.” He pushes his sleeve up, showing Jimin the changed tattoos.
“Your markings”, Jimin gasps.
“Runes for strength to protect those who cannot protect themselves. They changed last night. I'm free of the curse.”
“Jungkook, by the gods wow. Does ___ know?”
“She was the one who noticed the change.” He rolls the sleeve down and begins to take the arrow out of the deer. “I will spend the rest of my life making sure that people do not know hunger or fear or loss.”
“What an impossibly big task to put on yourself.”
“I’d carry this burden and let it strain my shoulders if it meant that I will never be the reason for fear, loss and hunger again”, he says and stands up with the heavy deer thrown over his shoulders.
“And ___? What does she say to this?”
“What do you mean?”
“This will take a lot of your time. What does she say to having less of you?”
Jungkook furrows his brows, “___ will leave for Exiloth.”
“She will? But I thought that you and her.”
“You thought wrong. She has to leave. She dreams of it and she will find no fulfillment with me.”
“But the way you look at each other. The way you look at her.”
“There is nothing between us. If she stays with me, she will always be the deer who others want to hunt because they deemed her life less worthy. She has to leave.”
“I see. I’m sorry, I must have read the situation wrong.”
“I’m sorry too. Now come, I know where we can find mushrooms.”
You have watched Jungkook and Jimin disappear in the cottage after returning from a successful hunt around an hour ago. Dinner might be ready soon.
You use the time of waiting to dent to the healing in the goat shed. Xenia is talking to an Elven woman as she changes her bandages.
You kneel down beside a dragonborn boy, giving him a kind smile. The Hunters had already begun to remove his scales. One by one.
“Hello there.”
“Hello”, his voice is shy and small.
“We haven’t met yet. My name is ___ and we’re the same”, you say, pointing at your scales.
“You have to hide them or, or the bad men will also make them go away.”
“They can’t hurt you anymore.” You assure him.
“They still come to me in my dreams.”
“I am sorry to hear that. I know it is just a small comfort, but they will never be able to actually reach you again.”
“Do you promise?”
“I promise.” You look left and right of him then back at him. “Where are your parents? Are they here too?”
“The soldiers took papa to fight in the war and the Hunters took mama to see the king.”
“I see, I’m…sure that they will both return soon.”
“I’m not stupid anymore. I know that they are both dead.”
“Oh.”
“I don’t want them to be dead”, he confesses and tears up.
“Oh, I know”, you get out, heart aching.
He sobs softly, burying his face in his palms. Your eyes fill with tears. You want to reach out and comfort him, but do not know if he would be comfortable with it. So you watch, helplessly, as this little boy weeps for his parents who will never return.
A gentle hand on your back calls your attention for just a second. Namjoon kneeled down beside you.
“Hey there, Curucan”, he says in a caring voice, patting the top of the boy’s head, “there, there. Look at what I found in the forest.”
The boy looks at the stone in Namjoon’s hand. His eyes, still filled with tears, light up at the sight of it.
“You found the stone! The spirit stone!”
“Indeed I did and you know what? It’s yours now. The spirits told me that if you keep it close, your parents will always be with you.”
The boy takes the stone and cradles it against his chest. He sniffles and closes his eyes. Grief but also hope settles on his features. Namjoon runs his hand down the back of his head fatherly.
“I’ll bring you some new ointment.”
The boy nods his head. Namjoon stands up, you follow him.
“How did you know that this would help?”
“Fatherly instinct. We talked a little about spirits and magic. He dreams of owning a spirit stone, so I got him one.”
“What is a spirit stone?”
“I have no idea, but he seems to know exactly what it is.”
“Ah, I see. Childish imagination. I am glad that it helps him find comfort.”
“Yes, me too.”
“What will happen to him once he is better? He has no parents to return to and definitely no home.”
“We will ask for his mother’s whereabouts and if the worst shall happen, well. My home in Exiloth will be his’. If his mother survived, she can come as well. If not, then I will take care of him. He already agreed to it.”
“I see, that’s wonderful then. What a big responsibility to take on.”
“It isn’t to me. Curucan reminds me of my son.”
“You have a son?”
“Had.”
“What? No. No, please don’t tell me that you lost him.”
“I did. Two hundred years ago. We lived in the village which was attacked by the first Hunters. They held me down and made me watch as they tortured my family. I should have died with them, but Jimin saved my life.”
“Namjoon, no. Oh by the gods, I didn’t know”, you get out and sob softly.
He meets your teary eyes, reaching out to caress your shoulders soothingly.
“This is so awful and cruel and unfair, I’m so sorry.”
“I thank you. Goddesses, I didn’t mean to make you cry”, Namjoon confesses and opens his arms, “do you wish to be held?”
“Yes”, you hug him, “yes, but only so I can hold you.”
He hugs you, hiding you away in his big body. He smells of wood and pine needles with a faint scent of burning coal. It is a pleasant smell.
“This never should have happened to you. Hells, nothing of this should happen to any person.”
“I know, it shouldn’t.”
You lift your head, meeting Namjoon’s golden eyes with your own golden eyes.
“If you need anything, just let me know. Whatever I can do to make it easier”, you offer.
He shakes his head, eyes softening in the sort of kindness one can only gain if life kicks them down and they got back up with the conviction to never spread the pain to others. This is the sort of kindness born out of pain. The sort of kindness which hears cruel words and translates them into words of love instead. The sort of kindness which receives punches and kicks and turns them into tight embraces instead. Because Namjoon is such a person. One who hears cruelty, takes it into his heart and keeps it there just so others wouldn’t have to hear it too.
“Thank you”, he says and says nothing more.
Jungkook calls your names from the cottage. You break the hug, looking at him.
“Dinner’s ready! Tell Xenia to come too!”
“We’re coming!”
Jungkook disappears in the cottage. You face Namjoon.
“You go forth. I’ll change Curucan’s ointments and let Xenia know.”
“Very well. See you soon.”
Jungkook and Jimin are setting the table. They seem to get along very well. Laughter is in the air when you enter the cottage.
Jimin greets you with a smile. Jungkook runs his eyes up and down your body.
“You seemed to get along well”, he says.
“Who?”
“You and Namjoon. I saw you hug.”
Jimin stands still in the background, trying his hardest not to make his stares obvious.
“Ah yes, well it wasn’t really a hug more than an embrace of comfort. He told me what happened to his family and…”
“You comforted him. I see. Forgive me, I just”, he looks to the side, “it is terrible what my guild did to him.”
“Kook, you aren’t part of them anymore. Stop it, you are good”, you say and hug his waist very tightly, “you said it yourself, so don’t be mean to yourself.”
Jungkook gives up with a deep sigh, putting his arms around you. His eyes flit between yours almost obsessively.
“So is this a hug or just an embrace of comfort?”
You roll your eyes, instantly making him pull you closer.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me”, he scolds, smiling.
You do it again just to spite him, making him chuckle and bite your cheek gently.
“You are adorable, you know?”
“I am?”
He grins, rubbing your nose with his’, “mhm, the most adorable.”
You snicker, scrunching your nose, “tickles.”
Jungkook hums, smiling fondly as he rubs your nose even harder just to hear you giggle.
“Ahem”, Jimin clears his throat loudly.
Panicked, you straighten up, glancing at him. You completely forgot about him.
Jungkook purrs, “alright, alright. Dinner time. You should sit and rest anyway. Hop, off you go”, he says with a very soft pat to your butt.
You just sat down when Xenia and Namjoon join the dining table. Naturally, Namjoon has to bend his back in order to pass the doorway. Once inside, he is able to stand straight again as the high ceiling allows space. He and Jimin can comfortably rest their chins on the second floor balcony if they wanted to. The chairs hold them just enough to still be comfortable to them.
You sit next to Xenia, facing Namjoon. Jimin faces Xenia and Jungkook takes the head of the table.
“This looks amazing. Thank you for cooking”, Namjoon says and picks up his knife.
“Before you start, may I speak a few words?” Jungkook says.
“Of course.”
Jungkook stands up, clearing his throat.
“When I was a boy, my mother always made us say a prayer before dinner. She said that if we didn’t, bad things would happen. I don’t believe in the gods, not with the amount of cruelty on this continent, but I guess…I guess I believe in my mother’s belief. So here we go.”
He folds his hands and closes his eyes. You each follow him. It feels right to do.
“May this food be nourishing and blessed. May Xenia never run out of medicinal herbs. May Jimin never lose his smile. May Namjoon never lose another beloved person again. And may ___ fulfill all her dreams. Thank you and bless the gods.”
“And may Jungkook have a home filled with love and friends”, Jimin adds.
“No, it’s alright. I’m…yeah I guess, may I never be alone again.”
“Bless the gods”, you agree and open your eyes, looking at each other with an understanding that in this moment you had nothing to worry about.
“Thank you for letting me do this. I’ve been thinking of my family a lot more recently and my mother would have liked this.” He inspects his changed tattoos, smiling sadly. “Yes, she would have. And she would have liked all of you.”
He sits down and picks up the knife.
“But enough now. You are probably hungry, so uhm, enjoy.”
“I’m sorry for your loss”, Namjoon says.
They lock eyes, finally meeting each other on the same level.
“I’m sorry for your loss too.”
They smile at each other.
“We are both victims of a war we didn’t want because that is war essentially. Unwarranted punishment of those most undeserving of it while the people in power hide away. We are both victims”, Namjoon reaches out to shake Jungkook’s hand.
He accepts it.
“I am sorry that I didn’t see this sooner.”
“No, please don’t apologise. I understand why you felt wary of me and why you hated the sight of me. Thank you for giving me a chance despite it.”
“Of course.”
They break the handshake and begin eating. The air feels lighter now that peace has been officially made.
“Speaking of chances”, Jimin begins, “what do you all say to Jungkook’s new tattoos?”
“Wonderful, I knew that he had it in him”, Xenia says and rubs his arm motherly.
“I think it’s amazing”, you say.
“Blessings of protection. It fits you”, Namjoon says.
“Alright, you have to stop. That’s enough”, Jungkook murmurs shyly, cheeks flushed, earning himself a choir of fond chuckles.
Conversation is comfortable. The food is amazing. This house feels like a home as your little unconventional family shares dinner together.
Jungkook lets the situation sink in during a moment where you are all trapped in conversation. He will miss this. Once Xenia has to return to her village, once Jimin and Namjoon move on with the people outside and once you… Jungkook’s heart tightens. Once you left to see the world, he will miss this. The cottage will become quiet again, too big for one, lonely. And Jungkook will miss this.
It is a bittersweet thing to exist in a moment of happiness and know that one day it will be nothing but a memory.
“I have been thinking”, Jimin is the one to spark new conversation, “about this current situation and about how there will always be refugees and outcasts as long as Foltest is in power.”
“What a way to darken the mood”, Namjoon says.
“Yes, but hear me out. I have been thinking and pondering and last night I finally came up with the perfect plan to kill him.”
“Excuse me?! You want to kill the king?”
“Hush, keep your voices down. And it isn’t like that. Nobody is going to be involved. Nature will simply take its course.”
“Please enlighten us.”
“Tricking the king into thinking that ___ is useless will save her and, gods, I need that to happen, but it won’t get rid of the actual problem. You know, you can rip out mint as much as you want in a bed, but if you don’t get rid of the roots, it will always grow back. If we don’t get rid of the king, the persecution of dragonborn will always come back.”
“That’s right. I might gain my freedom, but he will simply look for new dragonborn in my stead”, you agree, “people like Curucan’s mother, for example.”
“Exactly. That is why I have been thinking all week and I have finally come up with the perfect plan.”
“Tell us”, Xenia says, eyes entirely focused on Jimin. She dreamed of the day the patriarchy fell ever since it was born.
“What would the king need in order to redirect his obsession with eating dragon embryos for eternal youth?” Jimin asks.
“I don’t know, a good smack in the face probably”, Jungkook says dryly, making Namjoon agree with a vigorous nod.
Jimin chuckles, “he deserves a little more than that, but sadly no. He would need a new, better, way to eternal youth.”
“That’s the problem though, there is no way to eternal youth. People are born, they grow up and then die. It just takes a little longer for some species than others, but everything dies one day.”
“But the king doesn’t need to know that. He simply needs to believe that there is something that could give him what he craves.”
“What have you in mind?”
“The ancient dragonic legend of the fountain of youth”, Jimin says, swiping his hands in the air as if he was painting the words.
“You have something like that?”
“Yes, since today when I made it up.” He grins boyishly. “Jungkook, you will tell him that you heard of it on your travels and he will gain a new obsession and leave dragonborn alone.”
“It sounds really good, but don’t you think that this would be a little bit too easy? The king might be a fool, but I am sure that he would still want proof of it”, you say.
“That is what I thought too, but I know how to do it. I have this dragon skin paper, which I made from one of my summer sheds”, he says, placing a scroll of paper on the table, “and I need Jungkook’s artistic skills to help me forge pages of an ancient book. We have to make it look old.”
“I see what you are getting at. I could say that I stole it from an old dragon scholar, perhaps we can smear blood on it to make it seem as if I killed him for it. The king will see it and believe it.”
“Exactly. I knew that you would understand.”
“But where should this fountain be?” Xenia asks. “It has to be somewhere remote so he couldn’t ask historians or map makers for its authenticity.”
“I was thinking about this too. And I know the perfect location. The Cerulean Mountains.”
“There?!” Jungkook, Xenia and Namjoon exclaim at the same time.
“What’s the Cerulean Mountains?” you ask.
“They are a group of very high mountains in the north. Not many dare to climb them because of the unpredictable weather and the free roaming ancient world monsters”, Xenia explains.
“Some even say that these monsters are thousands of years old and evolved into immortal killers. These mountains are deadly”, Jungkook adds.
“And ancient. It would make them the perfect spot for a legendary fountain of youth. Just imagine, it lies untouched for thousands of years because the path to it can only be bested by the greatest of warriors”, Jimin says, “the king will believe it. Protected by weather, altitude and monsters he will think it real and probably look for it.”
“I understand it now. But because the mountains are so dangerous, he will die. Nobody needs to be involved other than his own stupidity and nature”, you say.
“Exactly.”
“Everything is great but what makes you think that Foltest would go himself? He would simply continue to let others do his dirty work while he sits in his castle and persecutes dragonborn”, Namjoon argues.
“I worried about this as well until I came up with a solution. The water only works if consumed directly from the fountain, if transported, it will lose its magic.”
“That could work. It would force him to actually get off his slimy arse.”
“This could work, yes indeed.”
A moment of silence where you let the plan sink in.
“What if it doesn’t kill him?” you ask the forbidden question.
“Then I’ll wait for him at the foot of the mountain and slice him open myself”, Jungkook says with conviction.
“This would be a useless sacrifice. He couldn’t possibly survive this.”
“And if he does? What then?” You shrink. “I’m sorry I, I don’t want to object you. I’m just scared.”
“Don’t worry, you can always object me. And I fear about that as well. His chances of survival are very slim however”, Jimin assures you.
“But?”
“But if he somehow actually manages to climb the mountain unharmed he will never come down again.”
“How?”
Jimin glances at Jungkook warily. For just a second. Then trust shows up in his eyes.
“A friend of ours lives on the neighbouring mountain. He can spot movement within a hundred kilometer radius. His ice breath is so potent that he doesn’t even have to leave his lair to freeze the entire mountain cap.”
“Seokjin. I didn’t even think about him”, Namjoon says and leans back in contemplation. “Do you think that he will get involved? After all, the last time he did, he lost his partner and his wings.”
“Which is why I think he would want to see Foltest dead more than anything. The only reason he hasn’t acted yet is because of his wings. If we send him Foltest on a silver platter, he will gladly take the opportunity.”
“Now that you put it like that. He will definitely help. If I left in two nights and flew with the wind, I could reach him within a month.”
“Wonderful, then it is decided. Namjoon will let Seokjin know, Jungkook and I will create the proof. Xenia, you?”
“I will gather the best healers I know. We will need every help we can get once we free those poor people from Foltest’s prisons.”
“Wonderful.”
“And I can help too. I’m getting the paint”, you say.
“But you aren’t drawing”, Jungkook calls after you.
“Why?” Jimin defends you.
“Yes, why?” you challenge, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
“Just look at the horse she drew”, Jungkook says and gets the letter you never got to send Xenia.
“Kook! No!” you complain, trying to steal it from him, but too late.
He lays it out on the table for everyone to see.
“Look at it”, Jungkook laughs, “it’s so bad.”
Xenia giggles, Namjoon chuckles.
“Oh, that is”, Jimin snickers, “it is very artistic, indeed.”
“You are rude”, you whine, nudging his arm, “and you are mean for showing it off”, you whine, slapping Jungkook’s arm.
The latter snickers boyishly, giving you a kiss on the cheek.
“Forgive me, this is my favourite drawing ever and I just needed to show it off.”
“Urgh, you’re so annoying sometimes”, you mumble, stomping off to get the paint supplies.
You can hear Jungkook snickering and telling the others how much he loves this drawing. And it is confusing you because you should be angry that he exposed your terrible art skills but you aren’t. You feel giddy. You have no idea what that means.
Xenia leaves the next day, wanting to waste no time in gathering the healers. She seems to glow in a light of determination and purpose, as if she waited for the day of Foltest's downfall. You definitely share her sentiment, but it is also bittersweet to bid her farewell.
“Please be careful. The roads are really dangerous”, you tell her, giving her a hug.
“Don’t you worry about me. I have survived the war until now. A few road bandits have nothing on me”, she assures you, rubbing your back. “Besides, I have a knife in my stays.”
You smile at each other as you break the hug, snickering mischeviously.
“I will write to you a lot on my travels”, you promise her.
“I am counting on it. Perhaps you can give me your address once you have settled, so I can send you letters as well.”
“I will. Oh I will. I cannot believe that I will see the world soon. I am so excited.”
“I wish you nothing but the best, my dear one.”
“You too, Xenia. And I…I want to say something very strange, perhaps.”
“Tell me.”
“You feel the closest I have to a mother. I know it is so silly because we are not of the same blood, but you were the first person to treat me kindly and you made Jungkook see his faults and because of that, I was able to experience so many good things. My life changed for the better because of you and I want to thank you.”
Xenia smiles, caressing your cheek.
“Well, if that is so. I can count myself lucky to have a daughter like you.”
You hug each other one last time and it feels so good to do. To have someone who feels like a mother fills you with so much joy. And once you are free, you can write to her and it will be as if you are telling your mother of your travels. You have tears of joy in your eyes when you step back.
Jungkook hands Xenia neatly wrapped food.
“For the journey. Thank you for coming and for helping these people. Please stay safe”, he says.
She cradles his hands, giving him a motherly smile.
“I am so proud of you, my boy.”
He flusters, gasping softly when she takes him into a hug. She whispers something you cannot hear, but which makes Jungkook blush vividly.
He nods his head. She gives him a proud smile.
“Good, that is good. Now, I must truly go before the sunlight leaves me.”
You wave to her until the forest engulfs her and she cannot be seen anymore.
“What did she say to you?” you ask him, studying his flushed cheeks.
“Oh, uhm, nothing really.”
“Nothing?”
“Yes, it was just something”, he says, rubbing the side of neck shyly. “I asked her a question once and she said I finally have the answer.”
“I see?”
“Yes, uhm, nothing really.”
“Well, if you say so.” You sigh in contentment. “I’m so happy to have seen her again. I feel a lot better about starting my journey.”
Jungkook drops his hand.
“Right. Your journey”, he murmurs.
You turn to face him, taking his hand. Jungkook just kind of forgets everything he ever knew.
“What shall we do now? I have too much energy, I’m so excited”, you say and bounce on the spot as you wiggle his hand. You are so powerful. Jungkook finds himself melting and instantly wanting to grant you every wish.
“I don’t know. I was thinking about redecorating the study.”
“Wonderful idea. I’ll help you, otherwise I will burst. Oh, I have so much energy I think I need to run around for a moment.”
And you do. In a circle while Jungkook watches you with fond eyes. How could anyone ever have been mean to you? You are the most wonderful person he has ever known.
You meet him soon, “alright, I’m better. We can go now.”
He scoffs in amusement, “please don’t ever change.”
You are bored. Namjoon and Jimin are busy helping the people pack for the oncoming journey. You finished the basket you have been working on and Jungkook is somewhere. Where exactly is he? You ought to investigate, leaving the cottage.
The weather is beautiful today. Sunny and warm with a slight breeze. Such weather is your favourite because everything around you seems to be just a little bit more alive.
Jungkook does too. He is sitting under the old oak tree in the back garden, working on the maps. The sunlight kisses his skin and hair in a golden glow. His features are so perfect for his face. So perfect in fact that your heart flutters and you crave to be closer to him.
You bundle your skirt and sit down comfortably. Jungkook is lost in the drawing. You disturb him by shoving your hand between him and the light.
He lifts his eyes dark in annoyance at first but instantly lights up at the view of you.
“Hey, there”, he says.
“Hey.”
“I’m drawing”, he lifts the book.
“I can tell. What are you drawing?”
“It’s not finished yet.”
“Now I really want to see”, you say and glance over the book.
“No, look away. It’s not finished yet”, he shoves you with minimal strength, laughing.
You fight him, “I want to see.”
“I’m so serious, stop it.”
“Just one glance.”
“Urgh, you.” He jumps at you, throwing you down on the ground and pinning your arms. He attacks your face with quick kisses. “No. No. No.” He says between them, ending his attack by aggressively nuzzling his nose into your cheek. “No, you little brat.”
He lifts his head, meeting your eyes.
“What?” he asks.
“It’s not night yet”, you whisper, eyes mesmerised by him and heart fluttering.
He clears his throat, sitting up.
“Forgive me. I wasn’t thinking, I just…I’m sorry.”
You sit up as well.
“Kook, what if we changed the rules again?”
He meets your eyes, chest wanting to burst. He went too far. This is the end. You will tell him to keep a distance.
“What do you mean?”
“I was just thinking. I don’t know. We’ve practically been breaking the rules a lot lately and so I was thinking, you know, what if we agree on changing them?”
“Changing them how?”
You shrug your shoulders, “just, I don’t know. Maybe we could make a rule that it is alright to touch no matter the time. Just to make it easier for the time being. It doesn’t change anything about us, you know?”
He nods his head, “I know.”
“So? What do you think?”
Jungkook craves to be close to you every waking second. Touching you, innocently, is paradise for him. And it is torture. Because he loves you but you love the idea of travel.
“Yeah, sure”, he hears himself say, “I can live with that.”
“Wonderful.” You grin. “It means that I can do this without remorse.” you snatch the book from beside his knee.
“Hey!”
You roll to your tummy and hug the book to your chest.
“Give it back.”
He tries to pry it from your arms.
“___. Give it back”, he whines.
The more he pries, the harder you grasp. Not even tickling can sway you. Jungkook is laughing the entire time.
“Give it back.”
“No.”
“You know what? That’s it, I’ve had enough with you.”
Spank.
“Eek!”
Your head shoots up, your eyes widen. His hand just landed on your ass. Hard.
“Give me back my book” he growls playfully, spanking you a second time. He keeps his big hand rested on the sore spot afterwards, squeezing it possessively.
You shudder with your entire body, grabbing the book for different reasons.
“No.”
“No? No?”
Spank. Spank. Spank!
“Ah”, you squeak out and drop your head in the grass. Your arms give up. Jungkook could easily pry it out if you now, but he doesn’t. He has wanted to do this for months. All this riling up you did, driving him mad, making him angry on purpose, toying with his sanity. You deserve this – in the most respectful way.
“You. Little. Brat. Give. It. Back”, he spanks you with each word, watching you writhe and squirm.
You stopped talking back. All you do is gasp and squeak and gasp some more. You shake your head.
“Stop. Shaking. Your. Head.”
You shake with each spank. It hurts, but you like it.
“Kook…”
“What was that, mhm?” he is talking sweetly, rubbing your sore buttocks. One, two. Spank.
“Ah! Hey! Gods stop”, you gasp, tensing up.
“Mhm, what?” Spank.
“Kook! Stop!”
“Not what you should say.”
Spank. Spank.
“Sorry”, you are laughing and keening at the same time. Just a little bit more of this and you will feel it between your legs. “I’m sorry.”
“There we go” he purrs and flips you easily. His hands are on your hips, rubbing them. He is smiling, eyes half-lidded and running over your face.
“Maddening little brat”, he rasps and steals a kiss. He studies you. “Why are you looking at me like that, mhm?”
“Is this the, the thing you always told me you’ll do to me?”
“Yeah”, his eyes practically drip in obsession for you.
“I see.” Your scales flutter, you look to the side and giggle, squirming.
“You liked it, didn’t you?”
You nod your head, giggling more. Jungkook’s heart does somersaults in his chest.
“You aren’t supposed to like it. This is a punishment”, he whines as part of the act.
You meet his eyes, “I liked it.”
He chuckles, cupping your face, “alright, you liked it”, he whispers.
“A-and if we do it naked, I’d like it even more.”
“By the gods, woman”, Jungkook gasps and sits up.
You follow, fixing your skirt, “what?”
“You can’t just. You are- gods, you aren’t supposed to be so dirty mouthed.”
“Why not? I’m supposed to just sleep with you for months and not learn a thing or two?”
“Yeah.”
You laugh and nudge his chest, “you’re silly.”
Jungkook chuckles, “whatever.”
Something or someone suddenly steals the sunlight. You and Jungkook look at the same time.
Namjoon and Jimin. They are taking up all of your vision, towering over you. You gulp. How much did they see?
“You said to meet for training, am I still correct?” Namjoon says, rubbing his scales awkwardly.
“Uh, yes. No, uhm. Yes, you’re correct”, you stutter, stumbling to your feet.
Namjoon offers his hand to make it easier, you accept it. Blind to the way Jungkook squints his eyes in distaste.
“Thank you. Uhm, sorry excuse me. We were just…talking”, you explain yourself, scales feeling on fire.
Namjoon gives you a bow of his head, “do not worry about it. We live in modern times, kissing between a couple…of adults is natural.”
“Yeah, totally. That’s us. Just a couple of adults kissing, nothing serious. So uhm, what are we going to do today?”
“Come, let’s walk over there for more space.”
You follow him.
Jimin sits down beside Jungkook.
“Are you alright?”
“Mhm? What?”
“You look a little sad. Are you alright?”
“Yes totally, I’m fine. Just; the bright sun and the wind and yes, everything just makes my eyes water.”
“Do you have allergies? Can Hunters even get allergies?”
“No, we can’t. We can’t get human illnesses or allergies. It’s just dry eyes, you know?”
“I see. Well, I hope that your eyes are still capable of work. How far along are you with the map?”
A couple of adults, nothing serious. You will never feel the same as he does, won’t you? Jungkook opens the sketchbook, trying his hardest not to peek at you.
He glances, squinting in annoyance when Namjoon takes your wrists gently to position you correctly. He doesn’t like how he treats you. This isn’t supposed to happen. You do not see the jealousy in his eyes, entirely focused on Namjoon instead.
“How are you feeling today?” Namjoon asks you once you have reached the practice spot under the old oak tree.
“Good, really energised. My bruises do not hurt anymore and I practiced the meditation each day.”
“That’s perfect, good job”, Namjoon praises, making you grin proudly, “so I think it is time that we move on in our lessons.”
“Yes, please”, you bounce on the spot, “I’m ready.”
Namjoon bends down and begins unlacing his boots. You watch him curiously. He kicks them aside and studies you.
“Oh! Was I supposed to take mine off too?”
“Yes.”
“Wait”, you say and take off your shoes.
“Perfect. It is very important that we do the next lesson barefoot. For now we have practiced patience and inner peace. However, in order to control the flow of your magic, you first have to understand the energy flow in your body”, Namjoon explains, “it all begins in your feet.”
“Oh, I see. I can feel my feet better without shoes.”
“Exactly”, Namjoon agrees and begins breathing with intention.
You follow suit, watching with utmost attention.
“Feel how your weight sits on the ground, how it is perfectly spread on the soles of your feet. This is your connection to the earth itself. The earth is full of energy. Plants, animals, minerals, the elements, even other people – all feed their energies into the soil and give it life. So your feet are where it all begins.”
He paints a path along your body without touching you. His palms are naturally so warm that your skin is still able to feel his presence. It raises goosebumps to the surface instinctively.
“It travels through your legs, through your hips and stomach before it reaches your chest to spread to your arms and head. Once you understand that everything is connected, you will understand how the magic in you flows.”
“I see. I have to admit, I didn’t think that this entire process was so spiritual.”
“Yes, after I lost my family to the Hunters, I spent many decades in a temple. Truth be told, I lost the connection to my flames the day I watched them get slaughtered.”
“Understandable. You lived through traumatic horrors. It must have felt paralysing.”
“Indeed it did. It paralysed me, threw my inner self into chaos and I knew that if I ever wanted to function again, I needed to find back to my roots.”
“So you looked for it in a temple?”
“Indeed I did. The monks there healed my unruly soul with their teachings. They allowed me to exist in my grief for as long as I needed to and when I was ready, they taught me how connected the body is with the world around it. I had to clear my inner paths in order to make my energies flow again.”
“This sounds so healing. I wonder if I could see this temple as well. I still have so much to learn.”
“I am most certain that you could. Everyone who comes with an open heart is welcome in their home. But for now, I can teach you movements that will help you in finding your inner paths.”
“I would love that. Please teach me.”
“Are you comfortable with me touching you whenever I need to correct you? I am asking beforehand so the flow won’t be disturbed.”
“Yes, you can touch me. Just try to avoid my intimate parts, I am not very comfortable with that.”
“Of course, that is a given. You have nothing to worry from me”, he assures you and gets in front of you, “now follow me. We will move slowly. Focus on your breathing, how the oxygen allows your muscles to move.”
“Hey”, Jimin says, nudging Jungkook’s thigh with his tail.
Jungkook breaks his eyes away from you, looking at Jimin.
“What?”
“Just making sure that you are still concentrating on me.”
“I am not concentrating on you, I am concentrating on my painting which just happens to be of your ideas.”
“That is practically the same.”
Jungkook hums, dancing the brush over the canvas to make sure that the map they are faking looks authentic.
He hears Namjoon’s faint praises and instantly glances again. Namjoon has his hands on your shoulders, looking down at you from behind. Your eyes are closed, your body moves how Namjoon wants it to. Dragon and dragonborn. It makes so much sense, looks so right.
Jungkook’s throat aches because he tenses it so intensely that it is starting to get sore.
Namjoon pulls back and rounds you, talking to you while you breathe deeply. This has been going on for ages. Namjoon keeps touching you, praising you and talking to you as if it meant something. Jungkook doesn’t want it to mean something.
“Hello?”
Jungkook flinches.
“What?” he gets out, gawking at Jimin.
“How is the painting going?”
“Good. Just keep talking”, he murmurs, trying so hard to concentrate.
It means nothing. It means nothing. It means nothing.
He has to repeat it for himself.
It means nothing. It means nothing.
What doesn’t?
You and Namjoon?
Or he and you?
Because that is what you agreed on. You and he mean nothing.
Jungkook looks at you. Your eyes are open for a change, focused on Namjoon as he tells you something. They are sparkling in awe and one of your giggles lights them up even more.
It means nothing. It means nothing.
“Jungkook?”
He looks at Jimin.
“Spill the truth. What’s going on here?”
“Nothing. Just stretching my eyes”, he lies and glances at you a second later when you laugh loudly.
Your hand lands on Namjoon’s upper arm as you bend over in laughter.
It means nothing.
Jungkook almost breaks the brush.
“That’s a very intense stretch, isn’t it?”
“I’m almost finished”, Jungkook grumbles, trying to concentrate on the painting.
Jimin can watch how the younger man tenses up whenever the wind carries over conversations between you and Namjoon.
Laughter again. Jungkook instantly looks and tenses up.
“Why don’t you tell her how you feel?”
“Excuse me?”
“That is why you keep checking, isn’t it? Why don’t you just tell her that you have feelings for her?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, Jungkook murmurs, cheeks red in embarrassment. You are laughing again, but he forces himself to keep staring at the painting. Don’t act suspicious.
Jimin sighs in defeat.
“You do not have to fear Namjoon. He refuses to look for love ever since his family died. Besides, she is way too young for him.”
“I’m not scared. She can do what she wants. It’s her life.”
“If you say so. I would still tell her if I was you, before it is too late.”
“There is nothing to tell. She will leave for Exiloth. End of story”, he hisses, glancing at you.
Jimin notices.
“Oh come now. At least be honest with me. I won’t tell.”
“Should I draw more trees here? I’m thinking I should.”
Jimin sighs in defeat, “yes sure, draw more trees.”
Time passes. You and Namjoon progressed from slow movements to practicing fire breath. He keeps correcting your form, keeps praising you while you keep looking at him as if it mattered.
“Even if”, Jungkook finally breaks the silence, throwing the brush aside in frustration.
Jimin looks at him knowingly.
“Even if I felt something, it doesn’t matter because she is leaving and I can’t give her what she wants.”
“Did she tell you that?”
“No, but I hear how she talks. She wants to see the world.”
“And you?”
“Me?” He studies you. “I just want to look at her in the morning and hold her at night.”
Jimin smiles.
“But that’s wonderful. Tell her.”
“No. No, I won’t tell her. She needs to be free and go wherever she wants to.”
“What if she thinks that your home isn’t an option for her because you keep quiet?”
“You don’t understand. I was never who she was looking for. I’m bad for her. I hurt her.”
Jimin furrows his brows because he senses how serious this is for Jungkook.
“She and I, we…we only met because I kidnapped her. I kept her tied up and drugged her with sleeping potions which got her sick. I would have brought her to the king if she didn’t fall sick enough that I had to care for her and therefore developed empathy for her. I’m not good for her.”
“I didn’t know this.”
“Yes, because it isn’t a big deal to her anymore. Because she thinks that I changed, but I didn’t. I’m never going to be good for her. I’m selfish and possessive and I will only hold her back.”
“You are willing to let her go so she can be free. You are very far from selfish. You changed your tattoos with your kindness.”
“It doesn’t matter. She will be happier somewhere else. I already accepted it.”
“Did you?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Please just tell her. Just try.”
“No. No, she doesn’t feel the same as I feel for her. I won’t break my own heart by trying.”
“Jungkook! Kook! Kookie, look!” you run to him excitedly, sending his heart into overdrive.
Jimin glares at him. This Hunter must be the densest idiot ever. He has this wonderful woman in his life who so obviously cares for him and he is too blind to see it.
“What’s the matter?”
“Look at what I can do now”, you say and kneel down next to him, demonstrating how you can spit fire. The flames are small, but they are there. You are doing it.
“___, wow”, Jungkook exclaims.
“Did you see that? I made fire! I did that.”
“You did. This was amazing. I’m so proud of you.”
You giggle, bouncing on the spot.
“Oh, I’m so happy. Thank you”, you say and hug his arm, “if you didn’t show me the market, I never would have met Namjoon and I never would have found my magic. Thank you so, so much”, you say and do the unthinkable thing of kissing his cheek before running off again. “Namjoon, do you think that I can…” your conversation dies off with distance.
Jungkook touches the spot you kissed, tingling everywhere.
“As I was saying, you should tell her”, Jimin says, relaxing back against the tree. He closes his eyes and exhales deeply, letting a thin mist of ice coat his heated up body.
Jungkook gulps.
Tell you.
This might be the scariest thing someone ever told him to do.
You promised to make tea before bed, but Jungkook comes outside to you practicing the movements Namjoon taught you early that day. He smiles to himself. You are already in your sleeping gown, looking very adorable to him. It is so nice to have someone to share this house with. It has become so empty, so cold and lonely these past few years. No amount of candles, decorations or crackling fires in the chimney were enough to make it feel comfortable. Jungkook is happy to return from a bath and have another person warm his living space. Especially when it is you.
“I thought you said that you wanted to make tea”, he says, closing his sleeping gown with a knot. You and he are matching, which makes his heart race.
You open your eyes, staying in the half-squatting position with your arms stretched to the sides.
“I am. I’m simply using the time it takes the water to boil to practice”, you say, finishing the move set. You close your eyes again and begin the next exercise, breathing deeply just how you were taught.
Jungkook sits down on the sofa, leaning over the backrest so he can watch you. He didn’t want to fall in love. Seven years ago, he swore to himself that he would never allow a person in his heart again. It wasn’t supposed to happen and yet it did. It happened as naturally as breathing happens and now it is torturing him because he knows that if he spoke up, you wouldn’t say what he wished you would.
You open your eyes again, switching into a relaxed position.
“Do you think that I can make huge flames one day?” you ask him, shimmying from one foot to the other mindlessly.
“With practice, I don’t see why not.”
“I hope that I can. That would be so amazing.” You begin moving again, talking as you practice the routine. “Did you know that everything is basically connected?”
“Really?” Jungkook asks, resting his cheek on his hand giddily. He could listen to you for hours.
“Yeah, really. It’s actually so amazing when you think about it. It all starts in your feet because they are connected with the earth, so you should walk barefoot as much as possible.”
“Yeah?”
“Mh-hm yeah. And there is energy all around you and it’s inside you as well.”
“It’s inside me?”
“Yes.”
Jungkook chuckles. You drop your arms, studying him.
“Why are you laughing?”
“It’s nothing. It’s just the first time something is inside me.”
“I don’t get it.”
He smiles fondly, “it’s okay. So there is energy inside me?”
“Yes”, and off you go again, rambling about your new interest.
Jungkook melts into the sofa, listening to you intently.
“And you have to find your connection to it, in order to find balance and harmony.”
“And are those movements going to help with that?”
“Yes, because when you concentrate on your breathing and actively think of your movements, you can visualise the energy flow in your body.”
“Interesting.”
You switch into a defeated stance, looking at him sadly.
“You’re just making fun of me, aren’t you? You aren’t actually interested, you just think it’s stupid, don’t you?” you whine, pouting.
“What? No, of course I’m interested. I just haven’t seen you that animated before. I think this is nice.”
“Oh”, you let out, scales fluttering in giddiness.
Jungkook stands up and rounds the sofa.
“Show me.”
“What?”
“Show me the routine. I want to know what all the talk is about.”
“No, you’re still teasing me”, you whine.
“I’m not. Please, just show me”, he assures you.
You hesitate, gnawing on your lower lip nervously.
“Come on, please?” he begs, giving you puppy eyes.
“Alright”, you give up and close the distance, “first you need to understand your own body. You gain energy through your feet”, you begin explaining, connecting your palms with his body.
Jungkook tingles wherever you touch him, feeling fuzzy in his chest. You didn’t even hesitate with your touch. It comes so natural these days. He has to fight the urge to close his eyes and sigh. It feels so good – emotionally – to be touched by you. But he doesn’t close his eyes, instead he gazes at you, thinking to himself how much you seem to glow in enthusiasm. And how much he loves it.
“It travels up your legs, spreads in your hips and tummy before it goes up to your chest and further to your arms and head. The movements I’ll show you help you visualise the paths it takes. And-”
You finally meet his eyes. There it is again, This emotion. Stronger than before.
“What?” you whisper.
“Nothing, just listening”, he whispers back, giving you a soft smile. He lifts your hands, intertwining his fingers with you. “So there’s energy here?” he asks, guiding your hands down his neck and over his chest.
“Yeah”, you whisper, finally aware of his warmth and the intensity of his touch.
“I see”, he breathes, placing your hands on his waist before he runs his palm up your arms, “and when I touch you like this, are our energies connecting?”
“Uhm”, you look away, clearing your throat, “no uhm, I don’t know. I’m not that far in my lessons yet. But if I could show you how to move, then you can feel the energy.”
He chuckles, “alright, alright. Show me what to do.”
“Okay, first you have to close your eyes and then follow my breathing.”
Jungkook doesn’t close his eyes, he looks at you. While you close your eyes and make his heart flutter with it. He likes how your lashes rest against your cheeks and how delicate your eyelids look.
“Breathe in.”
He follows your command so you wouldn’t grow suspicious. He likes how your lips part as you breathe.
“And breathe out. Breathe in. And out.” Your voice is so nice. “Breathe in.”
Jungkook kisses your cheek, forcing you to gasp and flinch. You look at him, exhaling shakily when he cradles your cheeks, eyes racing between yours.
“You’re supposed to concentrate.”
“I can’t”, he rasps, brushing his thumb over your upper lip gently.
You are holding your breath and he isn’t even kissing you yet.
“Maybe you could try”, you whisper in a tiny voice.
“Just shut up”, he breathes and pulls you into the kiss, holding you hostage with his strong hand at the back of your head. You try to escape regardless, earning yourself his other hand around your waist. He purrs, sliding it down along your back until he can grab your butt and squeeze.
A shy whimper escapes you, making him smile into the kiss and lick your lower lip teasingly. This completely diminishes any kind of progress you made as you waited for the water to boil. You feel out of balance and scrambled. You whine, pushing at his chest gently because what he is doing to you is simply unfair. He shouldn’t get your heart racing that easily, he shouldn’t just kiss you and make your head fuzzy with it. This is unfair. You push harder, but Jungkook barely feels it, pressing your lower body against his’ as his strong fingers knead your tender butt.
This is so unfair because it feels so good and it shouldn’t. He is so unfair. You push just a little harder wanting him to feel just how frustrated you are with him.
Jungkook growls and punishes you by sliding his hands under your butt and lifting you rather roughly.
“A-ah”, you gasp, forehead falling against his’ as the kiss breaks from his aggressive handling. His mesmerised gaze keeps you hostage with such intensity that you don’t feel how he carries you to the sofa. Only once the soft cushions engulf you and his crotch rests between your legs, you break free from his magic.
“Try to escape me now”, he rasps and pins your wrists above your head. His eyes are gleaming in excitement, making love to you. He is breathing heavily, matching with you.
“You’re unfair.”
“I know”, hewhispers, claiming your lips in a kiss. You sigh, meeting him in the middle. He tastes so good. Kissing him like this, his question keeps repeating itself in your head. When we are touching, are our energies connecting? It must be. It would explain why nothing else matters when you do. It would explain why the tingles he gives you, go so much deeper than just the surface of your skin. And it would explain why you want to pull him closer whenever it happens. You manage to slide one hand out of his grasp. Jungkook holds your wrist so much tighter, wanting to punish you gently with a thrust of his hips until your escaped hand suddenly finds itself in his hair and he forgets himself.
He moans softly, dropping to his elbows and letting go of your other wrist. He cradles your face, shivering when you run your hands over his scalp and deepen the kiss. If this continues, he cannot move this to the bedroom. He has to be with you here, by the fire and on his sofa. He has to be with you. It is the only way he can remotely tell you what he feels for you. The words will never leave him because you won’t accept them. Letting his body talk is everything which Jungkook has and he cannot shut up now that he started.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Jungkook purrs in distaste, deepening the kiss in hopes of drowning out the pesky sound. Your head is turning in panic. Somebody is by the door. He puts his hands over your ears, hoping that you haven’t heard it yet.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Jungkook pries your mouth open with his tongue, feeding you his frustrated purr while his hips roll into you. You moan, twitching under him from the sudden stimulation. Somebody is at the door. It is getting louder and louder in your head.
Knock. Knock! Knock!!
“Urgh”, Jungkook growls, lifting his head over the edge of the sofa, “what kinda fuck visits people at this hour?”
Knock! Knock! Knock!
“Maybe it’s urgent?”
“Yeah?” He looks at you. His pupils are widened, his cheeks are flushed in arousal. “This is urgent too.”
“But-“
“No buts”, he says and lowers his head for a kiss in sync with the door singing yet again.
You look at the direction of it anxiously, forcing Jungkook to kiss your jawline.
“Please ignore it”, he whispers, “they’re gonna leave soon.”
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“What if they hear me?” you worry.
And Jungkook knows that the moment is broken. Your body, once so open and willing for him, is tight and closed up in nervousness.
“Alright”, he says, pecking your cheek, “I’ll check for your sake, but you aren’t escaping me. Understood?”
You meet his eyes, nodding your head in willingness.
“Gods, when you look at me like this”, he gets out, brows furrowed but eyes soft, “I swear, this better be important”, he grumbles, forcing himself to sit up and abandon the heaven he created with you.
He fixes the sleeping gown, covering his desire.
“Stay here”, he says and draws his sword just in case.
You watch him, hiding behind the sofa and grasping a pillow just in case you need to defend yourself.
“Make yourself known and it better be fucking important”, Jungkook orders in a harsh voice.
“It’s me. Bork”, a familiar childish voice calls out.
Jungkook lowers his sword, looking over his shoulder at you. He wears an expression of utter annoyance.
“What’s he doing here?” he mouths at you, annoyance growing on his face.
You shrug your shoulders, waving at him to let him in. Jungkook sighs in defeat and turns to open the door.
“Hey there, what’s the matter?” he asks the little orc boy, forcing as much kindness to his voice as possible.
“I cannot sleep.”
“Why?”
“I want milk.”
“You want milk?” Jungkook takes a deep breath and looks at you annoyed. He makes sure that Bork cannot see him. “He wants milk.”
You snicker, peeling yourself off the sofa. You wrap a sleeping coat around you and circle the couch.
“Let’s see what we can do for you.”
“Why don’t you sit down over there?” Jungkook says and picks up the boy to carry him to the dining table.
“There we go”, he says, caressing the top of his head fatherly.
Bork cannot reach the floor yet, tangling his feet as he looks up at Jungkook.
“I want to see the trick.”
“You want to see the trick? Well if that’s so, I have to show you”, Jungkook says and sits down next to him. He rolls up his sleeves and pretends to try very, very hard to make his tattoos glow. He even pulls a funny face and makes funny noises.
Bork laughs loudly, finding Jungkook’s acting to be the most hilarious thing he has ever seen.
“Mhhhhhm….bam!” The tattoos begin glowing.
“Wow!” Bork kicks his feet happily, now growing silent as the magic show steals his entire attention. He grabs Jungkook’s skin, pinching and tugging on it as his eyes race over the glowing tattoos.
Jungkook lets him even if he secretly wished for him to disappear again.
“What’s that mean?” Bork asks, pointing at the new runes spanning along Jungkook’s arm.
“It means that I am going to look out for good people from now on. People like you and your parents.”
“Huh”, Bork lets out and already starts pinching the next tattoo. “And that?”
“This one says that you should drink your milk if you want to be big and strong one day”, you say, joining them by the table.
“You’re lying”, Bork is snickering.
“No, no she is totally telling the truth. It says that Bork has to drink his milk to be a strong orc one day. It says it right there”, Jungkook insists, making the boy laugh and kick his feet.
“You’re lying. Mama says it’s bad to lie.”
“Alright, alright you got us you little rascal, but you should still drink your milk, yeah?”
“Yes alright.” Bork picks up the cup and jumps off the chair, waddling to the front door.
Jungkook opens the door for him.
“Thank you Mister and Misses, sleep tight.”
“You too, Bork. And no more little tricks for tonight, yeah?” He ruffles the boy’s hair. “Sleep’s very important.”
“Yeah, alright. See you tomorrow, Misses and Mister!”
And with that Bork hops down the stairs and runs back to his parents in the stables, singing a song as he does.
Jungkook closes the door, turning with a groan.
“Out of all the nights, he wants milk tonight.”
You snicker, making your way to the kitchen to take off the water from the fire.
“You handled him very well, despite. It was cute watching you act silly for him.”
“Cute?”
“Yeah, you are really good with children. I like this.” You begin looking for herbs. “Do you want some tea now that we’re already at it?”
Jungkook grabs your wrist and pulls you into him, twirling you in the process.
“All I want is you”, he whispers softly, cupping your cheek. He is begging you with lethal-level puppy eyes.
You are instantly mesmerised by him.
“Please?”
You nod your head. Jungkook sweeps you off your feet to carry you back to the sofa. He sinks into the pillows with you.
“Connect energies”, you say with a shy giggle.
“Yeah, exactly”, he smiles, “before I bend you over my lap. Naked”, he adds, kissing you passionately before you can whine in embarrassment.
It is needless to say that neither one of you consumes tea that night. Or that Jungkook does what he was supposed to do – tell you his feelings for you.
I listen to this playlist https://youtu.be/GnoA4ZGEHXY?si=cFoAlG7veU5hy4jH and I can feel all the emotions at once. Wow
↳ Index [Chapter 03 - A Question Answered]
Pairing: Dragonhunter!Jungkook x f.Dragon!Reader
Genre: SMUT!, Romance, enemies to lovers so flavourful you will be addicted
Warnings: pickering & fighting because of too much sexual tension, trying not to give in ;), there is lore as well, bratty!Reader, he thinks about spanking her and goes a lil horny cause of it (this happens before the smut), Dom!Jungkook, sub!Reader, virgin!Reader, loss of virginity, you must know that she felt ugly all her life so this is really scary for her, discussion of safewords, she tells him to "stop" but she doesn't actually need it yk it's completely consensual and she is just very overwhelmed with everything in a good way :'), passionate making out, dry humping & grinding, oral sex (f.receiving), vaginal fingering, penetrative vaginal sex in missionary, clit play, nipple play & licking, body worship, he loves to hear her beg, possessive!kook, is this hate sex? idk ;), dirty talk, praise, good girl kink, he talks her through everything, her pussy drives him crazy i'm so for real, creampies, vocal!kook, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, edging, he is literally so mean (sexy) and it's driving me up a wall, gentle aftercare, she sleeps on his chest :')
Wordcount: 14.2k
a/n: me, not a virgin, looses her fucking shit about the possibility of losing it to him. like why am i actually so obsessed with the entire "this is my first time" trope no matter if it's the guy or the woman? fjadjf it's probably the emotional aspect of "wow okay this feels so good wow i feel so safe with you" ahahhaha either way, woof woof besties woof woof *runs away on all fours*
You open your eyes. Your neck and back don’t hurt this morning. Right, you remember again, he carried you to bed last night. He who swears that he hates your kind.
You sit up and look around the room. The balcony doors are open. Jungkook is outside, hands on the railing and face exposed to the sunlight. His eyes are closed and his features relaxed. He swears to hate you and yet he took you to bed last night.
His swords rest on the chair freshly polished.
You could do it.
You could take the sword and ram it into his back. He wouldn’t expect it.
You could do it.
You look at his face again. Skin kissed by the sun and lips slightly parted, he enjoys the morning sun, breathing steadily as he does. How normal he looks. Your thoughts of killing him sound evil all of a sudden.
New idea. You are going to lock him on the balcony and then run. If you avoid the main roads and then hide in a cave, nobody will be able to find you and the bounty is useless. That’s a good idea.
You open the blanket and swing your legs out of bed. You try to stay on your tiptoes as you sneak to the door. Halfway there, Jungkook turns and spots you.
You flinch into a different posture, swerving to the jug of water and hoping that it will look natural.
Jungkook enters the room and walks straight to his swords, eyeing you grimly.
“Good morrow”, you say and gulp down the water nervously.
“Hm.”
“So last night-”
“I will forgive you. You looked so pitiful sleeping in my bed, but if you do it again, I-”
“Excuse me? You carried me to bed.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I am not. I was still awake when you-”
“What? And you let me do-”
“Hah! I knew it! You carried me to bed.”
Jungkook glares, “whatever. I was drunk. I wouldn’t do it again.”
You grin triumphantly.
“Stick it. Eat up, we’re leaving soon.”
“Where to? What are you going to do with me?”
“I don’t know.”
“Tell me.”
“I don’t know”, he presses out and drops his hand on his forehead, “I don’t know what I will do with you. Fucking gods, this is giving me a constant headache”, he murmurs and rubs his forehead.
“Sooo, we…..are…really not going to Foltest?”
“I don’t know”, he whines, shoulders sagging in defeat, “I told you; I have no idea what I will do with you. That’s why we’re leaving soon. So I can figure it the fuck out. Now eat up or you’re leaving hungry.”
“Fine, alright, fine. I am already eating”, you sit down by the table and grin to yourself.
The journey takes you almost all day. It leads you out of the city and deep into the countryside. Soon the fields and meadows are swallowed by dense forest and low scrubs. One single road leaves in and out of the woods and not many people seem to walk this path.
You estimate the distance between the forest border and your destination to be around seven kilometres.
“We’re here. Get off.”
You currently find yourselves on a big, open clearing. On it, somebody built a cottage.
Its roof is overgrown with moss and the front porch is covered in leaves. A small produce garden east of it is currently overgrown with forest weeds and flower beds in front of it have seen better days. A pond west of it reflects the afternoon sun and fenced areas with empty animal sheds are scattered around the forest clearing. It seems that whoever lived here hasn’t been home for a very long time.
A stable and a working shed are beside the cottage. You can store the cart under a roofed area between the shed and the stable. Calla finds her bed for the night in said stable. Jungkook somehow knows exactly where he can find hay for her and where to store her cart pulling gear.
You follow him back outside and to the main house.
“What is this place?”
“It’s where we’ll stay tonight.”
“But it seems abandoned. Are we allowed to be here?”
“Yes.”
“How are so sure? How do you know these grounds so well?”
Jungkook stops in front of the door and pulls out a pair of keys. They fit.
“Because this is my home”, he says, unlocking the door.
“Oh. What? Wait, what?”
Jungkook exhales in annoyance and steps inside the cottage. He looks at you over his shoulder.
“Come in.”
You enter the cottage with parted lips. The air smells old and dust dances in the light. Despite that however, it seems clean and well taken care of. The floors are dark wood and the walls – despite the outside being wood – are made of clay and painted white. Hand painted murals of flowers and vines accentuate the corners. Pots of flowers and herbs sit on the window sills, sadly having dried out from lack of water. Jungkook hurries from one window to the other to open them wide. It instantly helps with circulation. His curtains dance in the slight breeze.
“Shoes off by the door”, he orders and hurries past you.
“Yes, oh, of course.”
He disappears in what you assume to be his bedroom. And so you wait and stand and look around the cottage. The cooking place is beside the front door, inhabiting the east and south walls. He even has a brick oven, which he insulated with clay and seems to keep very clean. The living chambers are taking up the other areas of the cottage. West, there has to be the door to his bedroom. In the corner furthest back, an unlit fireplace is waiting to be used. Rugs and furs cover the floors and a second door at the north wall of the cottage lead to what you assume to be bathing chambers. He even has a second floor, reachable through a set of wooden stairs. From what you can see, he uses it for weapon storage and some bookcases. Two doors lead to rooms currently unknown to you.
Jungkook appears again. You dare to take a peak. You were incorrect. This room seems to be a study, as well as a trophy room. Your stomach tightens. Jungkook closes the door swiftly.
“Don’t go in there”, he says.
“I won’t. Trust me.”
He ignores the judgemental look you send him and hurries past you to the other door, leaving it open. You follow him. So this is his bedroom with a connecting bathing room. Never in your poor life would you have thought to actually see something as luxurious as an ensuite. He must have so much coin to be able to afford something this royal. His bedroom definitely looks like it as well. Dark floors and dark red walls give the room a regal feel. Red paint is very expensive and he covered an entire room with it and was able to afford to cover the lower half of it in dark wooden wainscoting. This is what having it well looks like.
Rugs and furs cover not only the floors but also some parts of walls. The wooden canopy bed showcases intricate carvings and delicately done chests are bursting with treasure and fine clothing. So this is how someone lives who kidnaps and kills for a living. Maybe, if you survive all of this, you should look into this profession. If you will ever grow a heart cold enough to kill, that is.
He appears from the bathing room, studying you from head to toe.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
“Forgive me, I like knowing how people live. Is this really red paint?”
“Yes. Don’t put your hands on it, you’ll leave spots.”
“I wasn’t planning on doing so.” You roll your eyes.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me.”
You do it again just to spite him. He tongues his cheek and crosses his arms in front of his chest.
“Follow me”, he grumbles and presses himself past you.
“Where to?” you ask, following him back to the living area.
“If you want to stay here, you have to follow my rules. This room?” He points at his trophy room. “Out of reach for you. Upstairs? Don’t go there, it’s private. My bedroom? It’s mine, you don’t go in there.”
“Can I even be anywhere?”
He points at his couch, then his kitchen and lastly his dining table, keeping a tight face the entire time.
“But don’t you dare make a mess or you’ll sleep in the stables.”
“So I can run away easier?”
He glares at you. You retort it.
“Another rule. You belong to me. Are we clear? You do not come and go as you please, you will tell me if you want to go outside. Don’t think that this is a vacation for you. I am simply allowing you to stay here because I need to figure out what to do with you.”
“So I’m still just merchandise to you? Did any of our previous conversations even sink into your thick skull?”
“They sunk in perfectly well, thank you” he snarls.
“So you don’t bloody own me”, you throw back.
“No? I don’t? If you walk out that door now and run away to the next best village, do you think the people who saw your wanted posters will welcome you warmly?”
You glare, crossing your arms in front of your chest, “of course not, but that doesn’t mean that you own me.”
“Fine. I don’t. But you’re still fucked without me, so for as long as you are on my property, you will follow my rules. I have the say here, is that clear? And if you try to run away – again – I will make sure that your punishment sinks into your thick skull.”
“No offense, but I got beaten almost every day by the nuns who raised me, your punishments will be sweet in comparison.”
This somehow seems to shake him back to reality. He clears his throat awkwardly and looks to the side.
“Just try to be clean and respect my privacy”, he murmurs and adds, “I’ve started a fire to get a bath going. It should be done soon. I want you to bathe because you stink.”
“You don’t smell particularly well either.”
“I never said so differently. I’m gonna bathe too”, he hisses.
“Good. You really should.”
He grumbles and presses himself past you.
You follow him again.
“You aren’t home very often, are you?”
“Not particularly.”
“It’s hard, isn’t it?”
He glances at you.
“I just meant that if I had a home, I would miss it a lot whenever I’m gone from it.”
“Didn’t you have the cave?”
“What? This cold place?” You scoff. “I only lived there because nobody wanted me in the village.”
“You dragons live in caves.”
“Yes, pure blooded ones. Who can shape shift and breathe fire and actually keep themselves warm. Not us half-breeds who are more human than dragon.”
“I see. You still have the scales. And the eyes. You look like a dragon to me.”
“I can’t change the way I look. I’m still a person despite it.”
“I wasn’t-” He exhales. “Forget it. Help me get water from the well for our baths.”
“We aren’t going to share it, are we?”
“I would rather burn my hand.”
You huff out air. He is such a cunt.
“Good. Because I wouldn’t have done it anyway”, you throw back and stomp outside.
He follows you, leading you to his well.
“You can do your business here”, he explains and points to a privy not far from here.
“Good to know. I was already wondering where wealthy people go to shit. Seems that you shit like everyone else.”
“Funny”, he says sarcastically and hands you a bucket. “Scoop.”
You lift your tied hands.
“It would be a lot easier if my hands weren’t bound.”
Jungkook sighs in annoyance and cuts the ropes.
“Don’t try anything funny. It will take me seconds to find you in these woods.”
“Relax. I have a bounty on my head and you are keeping me safe, remember?”
He scoffs, “since when?”
“You tell me. I’m still your captive. No wait forgive me, fucked without you.”
“Shut up and scoop.”
And so you work together to get the bathtub filled with fresh water. You don’t talk, trying to avoid each other as best as possible. The only reason why you are even helping in the first place is because a warm, clean bath is waiting for you at the end of it. You haven’t had a warm bath in so long.
Soon it is ready.
“I’m going first. Don’t even try to run, I’m keeping the door open”, he tells you and disappears in his bedroom.
You huff out air. You couldn’t run even if you tried because he locked the door. Defeated, you sink down on his sofa, blowing raspberries to show how annoyed you are. How aggravating. Not only do you have to wait, you will get his used bath water. Now granted, his water will probably be a lot cleaner than the one you will leave because he was actually allowed to take baths in the taverns while you had to make do with a rag and a bowl of water. But it is still very aggravating. What if he pees in it? You shudder at the thought, throwing your hand over your eyes. Please don’t let him be one of those men who pee in the bath.
Jungkook takes half of an hour to reappear. You closed the windows in the meantime. He changed into clean clothes. A white poet blouse and tight linen pants in black. His freshly washed hair is drying in the air and the woody scent of his perfume cream meets your nose. He smells good and looks…doesn’t matter how he looks, he is still Jungkook.
“Finally, I thought you would never leave the bath.”
He scoffs.
“Did you pee in it?”
“That is revolting. Why would you even think this?”
“Because you’re disgusting.”
“Hey.”
You hurry away and slam the door closed.
“Don’t slam my doors!”
“I’ll do what I want!”
Jungkook tongues his cheek. You grind his gears unlike anyone else before. If he wasn’t such an honourable man, he would storm into the bathroom and bend you over the tub for a spanking.
His chest tightens in shock. Why would he imagine such things with you? And why did it… Jungkook glances at his own body, shifting from one foot to the other. He refuses to finish this thought.
A very confusing surprise waits for you in the bathing room. Propped on a small table where you can’t miss it, Jungkook laid out a stack of women’s clothing for you. They are neatly folded and smell incredibly fresh and they seem to be your size. You place them aside, scratching your head. This is unlike anything you expected of him. He even lit the fire again so the bath would be warm for you and he seems to have topped it off with fresh water.
If you continued to figure out what has happened to him, you will get a headache and so you decide to get naked and hop in the water.
It is better than anything you could have ever imagined. He has soaps and bathing oils and combs to untangle your hair with. There are fresh rags and an exfoliating sponge. You are in actual paradise, spending too much time soaking away in liquid heaven. And the heaven continues. He has skin oils for moisture and teeth cream to clean your teeth with. This is how you imagine the queens and kings to bathe each night.
Feeling like royalty and smelling like it too, you leave the bathing chambers when the sun has already set.
Jungkook looks up from the sketch he was drawing on his chaise lounge, running his eyes over you. He started a fire in his chimney and lit his candles.
“I thought you drowned.”
“No, it was wonderful. It was so warm and the scents were amazing. I didn’t know that I could get so clean and smell so good”, you say and smell your own skin.
“You are acting as if you have never had a bath before.”
“I haven’t. At least not one where I can submerge my entire body in water or one which was warm for a matter. It was wonderful.”
“I’m glad you liked it”, he murmurs sarcastically, looking back into his sketchbook. He gestures to his cooking stove, “eat if you’re hungry.”
“You cooked?”
“Mhm. I had potatoes in my garden and smoked meat in my earth cellar.”
“Someone like you can cook?”
“The fuck do you mean? I’ve been on my own since I was fifteen, of course I can cook”, he hisses, sending you deathly glares.
“Right.” You feel a little bad now, but try not to show it. “Have you eaten already?”
“Yes. You took forever.”
“I needed to savour the moment. These clothes are pretty. Who do they belong to?”
He glances at you over the edge of the book.
“Why do you want to know?”
“Because you are a man who doesn’t strike me as someone women love to live with.”
“You’d be surprised.”
“Surprise me then.”
He cocks his brow up.
“I meant…forget it. Then keep your secrets”, you hiss and stomp to the stove. Your face feels on fire. Why the heavens did you say that???
Jungkook follows you with his eyes, grasping the edges of the book tighter. Why on earth do your words make his stomach tense? He lets his eyes linger on your waist and hips. The dress sits around them so well.
“One of my lovers left her clothes with me.”
You turn. Jungkook looks away quickly. You carry a plate of food, making your way to his dining table.
“A current lover or part of your harem of disposable women?”
“I was committed to her. I don’t sleep around when I’m committed and I don’t see women as disposable. I love them, devastatingly much”, he hisses, offended.
“Heavens, I was only wondering.” You sit down and begin eating. “What happened with your lover?”
“She left me for another.”
“Good for her.”
“There is a line. Do not cross it. I said no foul comments about your losses either.”
“You’re right. Forgive me. I shouldn’t have said that”, you mean that honestly.
He scoffs and looks into his book.
“Did you love her?”
“Yes. No! I wouldn’t know. I cannot love.”
“I see. She definitely didn’t deserve you then.”
He lifts his eyes, surprised. They widen when you give him a small smile. One he doesn’t return because he can barely even process what just happened.
“She seems to have been my size. How long ago was it?”
“Why are you so nosy?”
You shrug your shoulders. He sighs loudly and gives up with a roll of his eyes, lowering the book for now.
“It was seven years ago. No, I don’t know where she is these days and no, I don’t want to find out.”
“So why keep her clothes?”
He glances again. You encourage him to talk with a lift of your brows.
“When I’m not committed, I love the company of women. It’s easier to have fresh clothing at hand after a bath.”
Your stomach tightens, you can barely swallow your food. So Jungkook has done this before. You are part of his well thought out ritual.
“So you bring women here, bathe them, dress them and feed them?”
“Yes.”
“And then you fuck them?”
“I don’t know why this should interest you, but yes most of the time it ends in sex.”
You gulp. Is this why you are here? Why he locked the door? Why his cottage is so deep in the forest? Did these women even have a voice in the matter? Are you going to be part of his list as well? If you wanted to or not.
Jungkook furrows his brows, “why are looking at me like- no! Get your head out of the gutter. Just because I invited women here and offered them a bath and food like I do you, doesn’t mean that I want to fuck you.”
You look away, suddenly feeling small in embarrassment. He figured you out.
“You’re foul for thinking I am simple enough to have a pattern”, he grumbles, looking back into his book with a tight jaw.
You try not to sneak too many glances at him anymore, concentrating your very hardest on eating your food.
You stand up after eating.
“Put the plate on the counter. Food waste goes in the bucket.”
“You’re actually a lot more orderly than I thought you would be. Oh, your bucket even has a top to keep the mice out.”
“I don’t have mice in my house. It’s so it doesn’t stink.”
“Clever.”
“Mhm.”
“So what do we do now?”
He lowers his book, “I’m drawing and you are shutting the fuck up. Why are you obsessed with talking tonight?”
“Because I’m bored and annoying you is my only entertainment.”
“It’s gonna be reason for sore buttocks soon if you keep it up.”
You gawk.
He meets your eyes.
“I meant what I said.”
You look away and hurry to a bookcase just to get something to distract you.
“Pick whatever you want. That is if you can even read.”
“I can read perfectly well, you nut.”
Jungkook chuckles because he is pleased with himself. You mock him which he ignores. For the rest of the evening, you try to ignore the others’ presence as you each get lost in your books. Jungkook on his chaise lounge and you on the kitchen chair.
It must be around ten when you are starting to feel tired. You place the book aside, using a feather as a bookmark. You stretch and finally look at Jungkook. He is gone.
“Huh? When did he go to bed?”
He even took the book with him and left you no blanket by the sofa.
“What an ass.”
You decide that he deserves no respect and so you enter his bedroom without knocking.
“Didn’t I literally tell you not to enter my bedroom? What the fuck do you want?” he hisses, looking at you with a grumpy face. He was drawing in bed.
“I’m tired. Where should I sleep?”
“The sofa.”
“Without a blanket or pillow? Besides, do you really trust me not to climb out of the window and run?”
He tightens his jaw.
“Fine. My bed.”
“And where will you sleep?”
“My bed as well. I’m not gonna leave it. I already warmed it up.”
“Oh.”
He shifts his eyes back at his drawing, speaking without looking at you.
“Either you take it or you’re sleeping on the floor again.”
“So you can carry me to bed?”
“I’m serious, don’t test me.”
You chuckle. It is actually very fun to annoy him. You hurry to your side and get it ready, then you take off your top dress and climb under the covers, meeting his eyes briefly.
“Why are you watching me?”
“I’m not”, he lies and looks into his book.
You reach out and snatch it from his hands.
“Hey!”
“What are you drawing?”
“None.” He steals it back. “Of your fucking business.”
You sit up so you can look at it. Jungkook tries to tilt it away, but you managed to steal a glance. He drew Calla, his horse.
“This is surprisingly good.” You grab it by the corner to see better. “Who would have thought.”
“Piss off”, he spits and shoves you away with his elbow.
You snicker victoriously and drop back onto the sheets. You wiggle your toes.
“Ooh so soft. Like clouds.”
“Why are you so surprised by everything?”
“Because all of it is new to me. I don’t have a home. I don’t know luxuries.”
“A bed and a bath are barely luxuries.”
You roll to your side, facing him.
“You would be surprised. Not everyone is lucky enough to have a roof over their head, let alone a soft bed and a warm bath. But you wouldn’t know.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re living in riches. You probably always did. You wouldn’t know how good you actually have it.”
“My life wasn’t always like this. I built it.”
“Ah yes, by killing and hunting my kind.”
“I already said that I am sorry.”
“Well…your study made me angry again.”
“Is that why you are such a brat tonight?”
“No, I’m a brat because you are so easily brought to anger and it is funny.”
“Do you want me to use other methods? Is that it?”
You gulp.
“No? Then shut up.”
“Rude.”
“I meant it.”
He puts the drawing aside and lies down, turning his back to you. You turn your back to him and tug on the blanket.
“Don’t”, Jungkook tries to fight you for stealing it, but you only grip it harder. “Don’t do that.”
Tug. Grip. Tug. Grip.
“Let go.”
Tug. Grip. Tug. Grip.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he explodes, gripping you by your shoulders to pin you onto your back. His eyes are widened, his nostrils flared, “why do you want to bring out my bad side? Haven’t I been good to you lately?”
You look at his mouth as he talks. Your shoulders feel warm where he grips them.
“Talk to me”, he shakes you, “why are you trying to get me to be awful?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. Tell me.”
“You hunt my kind. You drugged me for weeks. You’re supposed to be a monster. If you turn out to be anything other than this, I lost.”
“That’s it? You’re scared that if you see the real me, you’ll realise that I’m actually not that bad?”
You nod your head.
“Why do you even care?” he sounds in despair, “why is it so important to you that I’m an awful person despite knowing that I can be kind?”
You look into his eyes.
“Why is it so important to you to think that I’m a revolting dragon despite knowing I am more human than dragon?” you ask him.
He falters.
You hold your breath.
You and he know the answer and you know that you share it. Because admitting your wrongs also meant admitting that there has been tension developing between you and him. Tension so intense and honest that it would be impossible to snuff out, shall the truth ever come out.
“Don’t make me do this”, he gets out.
“I don’t want it either.”
“Good. Me neither.”
“Good.”
He lets go and scoots away. You turn your back to him. He turns his back to you. The tension is still present. You lift your head and sneak a glance only to meet his eyes because he is doing the same thing. You flinch into your original position. Jungkook does too. Holy fuck. Your legs suddenly feel so warm that you have to rub them together.
“Don’t move.”
“Don’t talk.”
You can’t breathe, the air is so heavy. You feel so hot.
One more glance. Your eyes meet.
“Stop looking at me.”
“Only if you stop it too.”
“Urgh, you aggravate me”, he growls and closes the distance. He pushes you onto your back and cups your face.
“Stop talking back, you bratty woman.”
“Make me.”
He exhales heavily, minty breath swirling over your face. He looks at your lips and drags his thumb over them just rough enough that he changes the shape of them. They bounce back into their original shape, his touch is gone but the tingle remains. You sigh, minty breath tickling his face and eyes flitting to his lips. He moves closer. You gasp. He stops.
“Tell me no and I’m sleeping on the couch”, he whispers.
“And if I can’t?”
“Then I’m going to do something I’ll regret.”
You hook your fingers behind his head and pull him down. Jungkook growls, falling to his elbows and grabbing the edge of the pillow. The kiss feels as if it is happening against his will. Not because you forced him, but because nature forces him. Nature decides to torture him by cursing him with the most incurable attraction to you. And the worst part about this curse, his attraction only grows with each second spent kissing you. The remedy which should have helped, is only making it worse. It is making it harder to breathe, harder to think straight, harder to keep his hands to himself and harder to tame his noises as you run your hands over him.
For only a fleeting moment, nature gives him a chance to escape this. The kiss breaks so you and he can get air in your lungs. He could pull back, but he doesn’t. He looks at your face and sees how willing you are. Your eyes are closed, your puffy lips parted as you catch your breath. You seem lost in it.
“You drive me insane”, he growls and climbs on top of you. He shoves your legs apart with his knees, engaging you in a sloppy kiss before you can open your mouth to protest. And instead of fighting him, you melt and moan softly. Your fingers lace themselves in his hair, your tongue seems so willing to match his rhythm. Jungkook is a goner. He takes the space he created, filling it with his hips and lower body. It doesn’t help that you seem to chase his hips and that your moan tickles his lips.
“Fuck, I’m mad for doing this”, he murmurs and rolls his hips against you.
You gasp loudly, eyes opening and hand pushing against his chest. He cradles your cheeks, pinning you down with just his darkened eyes.
“Don’t fight me now that you are getting what you asked for.”
You mewl and gasp, mouth opening and closing helplessly. He is still in his pants, but your cunt is bare under your shift. He is grinding his clothed cock right against it and it’s embarrassing how quickly you soak his clothes. It also feels so good. Your lower body is so weak all of a sudden.
Jungkook closes the distance and waits. If you refuse his kiss now, he will end this. If you don’t, then there is no coming back. You lift your head, chasing it.
“Fuck, urgh”, Jungkook growls and kisses you, rolling his hips into you punishingly.
Your hands, once pushing at his chest, slip to his waist and grab it helplessly. You can’t take a lot more. Your stomach feels like bursting.
Jungkook pins you into the mattress, shoving your legs apart further to make space for his muscular body. His right hand dimples your thigh, his left hand sits at the nape of your neck, keeping your head in place.
You couldn’t escape him. Even if you really, really tried, you couldn’t escape him. He could do whatever he wanted with you. And judging by the way he ruts his cock against your cunt, he will take you tonight. It doesn’t even matter that your clothes still keep you disconnected from each other. He is already giving you a glimpse of what will happen to you. You are going to be his’. Whether you want to or not.
And you want it. Call it Stickhelm syndrome (named after an incident in 1173 where six civilians were held hostage during the infamous Stickhelm town bank robbery for six days. Once they were freed, they attempted to defend the criminals of whom they grew quite fond. Ever since then, the term Stickhelm syndrome is used for situations where a hostage develops fondness for their abductor). And call it Stickhelm syndrome, but you really want to sleep with him specifically. He has become the sole inhibitor of your thoughts, bad and good, and no one else ever made you feel so…desperate. Desperate but also nervous. He is going to have his way with you. He is going to fuck you. The realisation suddenly forces your stomach to tighten in fear because you carry a secret with you.
A secret he will painfully expose if you don’t speak up.
You break the sloppy kiss, earning yourself a punishing thrust of his hips and his hand trying to pull you back.
“I’m a virgin!”
Jungkook freezes. He stays still for one whole breath, then finally his eyes shift to meet your nervous gaze.
“What did you just say?”
“I’m a virgin. I have never been touched before.”
Jungkook lifts his head as well, deepening the eye contact. He seems angry or perhaps this is the desperation showing itself.
You look away, feeling small and close to tears. Jungkook fixes your head, forcing you to look at him if you wanted to or not.
“This was your first kiss?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck”, Jungkook curses, furrowing his brows. “Why haven’t you been touched before?”
“Nobody wanted me.”
He tenses his jaw, rolling his hips into you.
“Are you angry?”
“I am. This was supposed to be quick. You were supposed to know what I know.” He pins you down, grabbing your hip to angle it against him. “You were supposed to be loose.”
“I won’t make any sounds. You can do whatever you want to me.”
“That’s not how that works”, he hisses and rolls his hips into you angrily.
“A-ah”, you mewl, parting your lips in a gasp.
“Fuck, I should have known that you are too much work”, he growls and disappears under the blanket.
His words are harsh and they hurt. And yet the thing which actually brings tears to your eyes is what his mouth does next. First he shoves your legs apart, keeping you open with his strong arms around your thighs. Then his mouth is on your cunt, making sloppy love to her.
Your instinct is to close your legs.
“Behave.”
Jungkook keeps you pinned, forcing you to take what he gives you. Which is something you have never received before and it therefore makes you instantly sob.
“Stop, please. Stop. Stop, please don’t.”
Jungkook listens. He lifts his mouth, listening to the shaky breath you let out.
“I stopped. What now?”
“Please.”
And then it happens. You lift your hips, chasing what he took away. This was his answer. All he needed to know not to pay your words too much attention. He lowers himself and picks up where he left off.
“Please, please”, you wail instantly, trembling.
But Jungkook doesn’t listen again. He pins your squirming hips down and spits on your cunt just to lick it off. He lingers on your clit more than anything, sucking on her whenever he feels like it.
“Please. Ah! So much!”
Jungkook loves sex. He loves the satisfaction of it. How it clears his head. And how it makes him feel powerful. He loves sex and he had it so many times already that a woman’s cunt is familiar to him. His partners were solely human up until this point. And it still feels like a fucked up dream to him that he has a dragon under him. Never in his life would he have thought that one night he will fuck the one thing he always swore to hate. And never in his life would he have wanted to admit that it is insanely arousing.
You still writhe and sob like a human. You still fight him like a human. And your cunt tastes like a cunt is supposed to taste. The scent, the feeling, the shape and warmth is normal. Perhaps you are even sweeter and your scent leaves him droopier than any cunt ever has.
Jungkook growls angrily, pressing himself closer. He is so pissed that you are so goddamn normal and fucking delicious. You were supposed to be disgusting so he can keep hating your kind. He tightens his arms around your thighs and pulls them apart further. His grip bruises your skin and the new position spreads your sweet cunt just for him. He licks every inch of her, brows furrowed because he is still so angry at how good you taste.
“Please slow, please”, you beg and curl into yourself as Jungkook shows no mercy.
You know what an orgasm is. You know why and how it happens. You never tried to experience it before because you were scared that it would mark you for everyone to see.
Jungkook makes you experience it right then and there. In his warm bed while the red sheets tickle your skin, he is making your sensitive virgin cunt experience her first orgasm.
And it makes you cry and arch your back and squeeze your legs around his head.
Jungkook growls, hate fucking the mattress. You even orgasm like a normal woman. And because you are a virgin, you tremble so much more than experienced women do. This is so new to you and Jungkook feels maddened in desire. He will break you. He will fucking break you. Sweet little virgin dragon girl. Jungkook is going to taint you until you are dirty in sin.
He doesn’t slip off after your orgasm, sending you into complete panic. You grip his hair, tugging it painfully.
“Please stop. Please listen to me. Please.”
Jungkook purrs. How disappointing. Virgins are always so goddamn dramatic. Dragon girls seem to be the same. He lets off of you, running his hands along your torso as he kisses a path up to your face. He presses his clothed cock against your slickened cunt, making you sob softly because you are so sensitive.
Your ears ring, and you can’t seem to catch your breath.
He cups your cheeks, wiping your tears.
“You even cry like a normal girl”, his voice is hoarse and insanely arousing to you.
You hiccup and sniffle, opening your eyes with struggle. His lower face and lips are wet from your cunt, his pupils are dilated and his hair is messy.
“Why are you so normal? You were supposed to disgust me, but”, he widens his eyes, “you even orgasm like a sweet virgin girl.”
You whimper softly, watching his lips move. It tingles when he runs his thumb under your eye slowly.
“How many orgasms did you have before?” he asks.
“This was my, my first.”
“Shit”, he furrows his brows and holds you tighter, “you have no idea what I will do to you tonight.”
“There is more?”
“Of course there is. I haven’t even started. You’re gonna beg me to stop before I’m done with you.”
You shiver, eyes glistening nervously.
“I know. You shouldn’t be nervous”, he whispers, caressing your cheek softly. “We’ll have a saving word.”
“A saving word?”
“It’s a word which will stop this. Something that sensitive, little virgins like you don’t start chanting with the first touch. Something peculiar so we can recognise it.”
“It stops the sex?”
“It does.”
“And you will listen if I say it?”
“I will. And you have to listen too if I say it.”
“I understand.”
“Good. The saving word will be sword fight.”
“I understand.”
“Good. Remember it. I am not going to stop from now on even if you beg me to. Only sword fight will stop me. Understood?”
“Yes, understood.”
“Good girl.”
Jungkook lowers his lips to your neck. And because all of this is so new to you and you don’t truly grasp the weight of it yet, you decide to test it out.
“Sword fight!”
He lifts his head, studying you in confusion.
“It worked.”
“Of course it did. We decided on it”, he hisses.
“You’re angry at me.”
“I am. Did you need it or not?”
“I wanted to test it.”
“So you didn’t need it.”
You shake your head.
“Well, then don’t use it”, he hisses.
You shrink.
Jungkook collects himself. He takes a deep breath and takes out his frustration by rubbing your cheeks gently.
“Listen”, he speaks in a kinder voice, “a saving word is something very serious. You should only use it if you can’t have sex anymore, if I hurt you or make you feel upset. If you use it just so, it loses its meaning.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Of course you didn’t. Fuck, I can’t believe that you are a virgin. I’m going to ruin you. You’re going to leave this evening a nymphomaniac.”
“What’s that?”
“You’ll find out”, he purrs and lowers his lips to your ear. He whispers, making you shiver, “from now on, I want you to behave with your saving word. If you want me to change something, tell me. If you want it faster or slower, tell me. Even if you’re uncomfortable, tell me and I’ll fix it. Sword fight only comes out when you can’t take it anymore. Understood?”
“Yes”, you sigh.
“Good girl.”
You arch your back when he licks down your neck.
Jungkook moans. The sides of your neck are covered in scales, ending a good centimetre over your pulse point. He thinks back to all those nights ago where he touched them and needed to wipe his hand afterwards. Now here he is, tracing them with his tongue. He thought that he would be disgusted by them forever, but he isn’t. The texture of them is so arousing, stimulating his tongue. You also smell so good there. Feminine and intoxicating.
He traces them all the way to where they fade out right above your collarbones. Your human skin is so soft in contrast. So fucking soft that Jungkook has to suck a hickey to your collarbone. He does it until it stings, forcing you to gasp and arch your back. Your throat is vulnerable right now. Jungkook licks it just to suck a hickey right onto it. Again, he pushes it until it hurts. Your sweet moan tickles his lips. Jungkook licks the other side of your neck so much sloppier. He loves how virgins are so surprised by everything he does to them. Their honest reactions are so fucking arousing. Well fucked women often hide their reactions because they learned what is appropriate and what isn’t. But virgins haven’t learned that yet. They are so innocent and new to sex. Everything makes them moan and mewl and sniffle. Jungkook is starting to like that dragon girls are the same in this aspect. You moan so sweetly as he sucks a hickey to your collarbone. Fuck, he is seriously going to taint you.
He kisses a path further down your chest until he reaches the collar of your shift.
“I prefer the women I fuck to be naked”, he says, forcing you to squirm nervously. You are uncomfortable, he can feel it in the tensing of your muscles. “But I guess I’m going to make an exception for virgins like you.” And just like that, he has you relaxing again.
He changes positions so he is kneeling. Your legs are thrown over his thighs and your hips naturally shift up as he bends over you again. He runs his hands along the arch of your back. He traces your sides, having to gulp hungrily when you put your arms above your head instinctively.
The fact that you are untouched truly sinks into his mind right at this moment. He has this sweet, untouched girl under him and he was angry at her. Why was he angry? It isn’t your fault that you haven’t been touched yet. Yes, rushing it and getting it done fast would have been satisfying too, but it would have never reached the level of satisfaction that taking your innocence will bring. He is the one who takes every single first from you. His hands are going to explore what no other touched before. The Hunter in him is ecstatic. You are like a trophy everyone wants and yet he is the one to catch you. He has got you first.
Growling softly, he runs his hands over your pits and up your arms. His thumbs guide the touch, his palms end it. You are writhing so much, eyes squeezed shut and breathing sped up as if it was the most intense thing you have ever experienced. And he hasn’t even done the best to you.
“You’re so fucking soft. I can’t believe that you’re going to leave this evening knowing that every inch of you lost its innocence to me”, he purrs, running his hands down your sides again.
You gasp, looking at him as if he made you realise the weight of this evening.
“That’s right. You didn’t even think of it yet, did you?” He smirks darkly. “I get to touch every inch of you. You’ll go through life knowing that I was the one who claimed you first.”
He runs his hands on the spot where your tummy blends into your ribs.
“No matter how many men you let fuck you. None of them will ever have you first. No matter how hard you try to forget it, I’ll fucking stay with you forever”, he says and gathers your tits in his huge hands.
“Ah!” You are loud and arch your back. Your eyes instantly squeeze shut. What an honest reaction.
“That’s it. Show me how good it feels to be robbed of your innocence”, he encourages you, massaging your soft tits roughly. He knows how to please a woman and it makes him so hard knowing that dragon girls have the softest tits ever. And such reactive nipples. He doesn’t even have to work for them to swell. They stretch the fabric with his second touch. He leans down and takes in the right.
Of course you moan as if it was the most intense thing which ever happened to you. Of course you arch your back and writhe helplessly. You are such a sweet girl. Jungkook can’t stay on one nipple for too long because he is so desperate for another reaction. He kisses a quick path to your other tit and takes in your nipple to drag his tongue over it sloppily. You moan and squirm. Jungkook’s cock throbs in his pants. What a satisfying reaction.
He lets off your nipple by dragging his teeth over it, basking in your sweet mewls. Then he straightens up, running his eyes over what he did. Your shift is transparent where his spit soaks it. Your nipples shine right through the fabric while said fabric sticks to them like a glove.
“You’ve got such pretty nipples”, he rasps, running his thumbs over them.
You gasp and look up at him. There is so much desperation in your eyes.
You whisper something quietly enough that he can’t understand you.
“What? Speak up.”
“I want to be naked.”
Jungkook’s entire body tingles. You sounded so innocently needy. He actually got you begging to be bared. Fuck, it takes everything inside him not to take you violently right now.
But he controls himself. He’s not a fucking monster. He slides his arms under your body and lifts you. Your legs sit around his hips, he can put some of your weight onto his thighs. You sit directly on his cock, only increasing the desire to take you violently. He could so easily bounce you on his cock like this. Jungkook finds it difficult to breathe in your close proximity. He is so aroused. And you seem to feel the same, gazing down at him innocently sweet.
“Go on. Take it off.”
Your fingers tremble as you undress yourself. All while Jungkook watches and holds you under your ass.
“Don’t be nervous. There we go. Take your time”, he talks you through the process. You throw your shift to the side, pressing your arms to your tits. Your eyes are glistening in nervous tears.
“Please don’t be disgusted by me”, you beg him and Jungkook feels crazy at the vulnerability in your voice. You are scared that he is going to hate the dragon parts of your body. But he can’t hate them anymore.
He shakes his head and lies you down on the sheets. He takes your arms to pin them above your head.
“I’m not disgusted. You’re beautiful”, he whispers and shows you his honesty by claiming your torso with his mouth.
You gasp but soon mewl oh so sweetly. Raw touches are so much more intense. His lips are so soft and his tongue is so wet. It is so warm when he licks you and then so cold when he abandons the spot for a new one. It doesn’t help that he soothes the freezing spots with his fingers. He started in the middle of your tummy and reached your tits right now. He gathers them and does what he did before. He takes in your right nipple to show you everything his mouth can do. Kiss. Suck. Lick. Bite. Mark. All of it feels so good. And it only gets more intense when he changes sides and keeps your right nipple stimulated with his fingers.
You sob, spilling tears. Jungkook purrs. Your body is twitching as if he is playing with your clit. Does it mean that your nipples are sensitive too? Fuck, are you seriously such a sensitive girl? No wonder that some people think dragons bring good luck, because fuck Jungkook feels like the luckiest bastard right now. He’s got a virgin under him and on top of it all she’s a sensitive one. There will be no hunting trophy more satisfying than you.
“Fuck, you…drive me crazy”, he lulls and begins to lick your tummy again. He holds your sides for it, head dizzy because you squirm so much.
But there is another reason why he is dizzy. He told you that he will always be with you no matter how hard you try to erase him. He is starting to worry that you put the same curse on him. After all, you are a first for him too. His first dragon girl. His sworn enemy is laying in his sheets and is driving him insane. He fears that he won’t ever forget you either. That no matter how many women he fucks after you, nothing will ever get close to the pleasure he feels as he steals your innocence. And he knows that this is a real issue because you aren’t the first virgin he fucks and he never felt like this in the past. The fucks were nice and satisfying, but he didn’t worry about the after.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even realise that he reached your cunt again. Your shaky breaths rip him back to reality. He lifts his head. The blanket shields his vision. Shit, how far gone was he?
Doesn’t matter.
The view is darkened and the red fabric of his blanket hues your body in lights of red. It makes your pleasure glisten in such sinful shades. Up close, as he is taking a longer look, he realises just how pretty your cunt actually is. And how fucking puffy she already is.
He puts his hands down on each side of her, pushing your legs apart. You open up for him, breathing shakily. Jungkook purrs and runs his thumbs over your cunt. How sweetly you gasp. He increases the pressure, massaging your sensitive sex. He was so rough and impatient before and he wants to show you that he can do it differently too. He wants to purposefully leave out the sensitive spots because it will make you want his touch. All while he works up the spots which often get overlooked for the sweeter spots. Not with him. He wants you dripping and throbbing only because of his thumbs.
He spits on your cunt whenever he needs it wetter, you flinch each time it happens. Speaking of happening.
What the actual fuck is happening to you? This feels so good. He is only running his thumbs along your cunt, playing with your entrance and tracing around your clit and you could orgasm again. It is like he knows how you work, like he knows what he needs to touch to get you really desperate.
Because you are and at the same time it is already so satisfying.
“Please don’t do this to me”, you beg, trying to grab his hair but the blanket stops you. So you whimper and grab the pillow instead.
“Fucking heavens, look at her”, he rasps, following it up with a sinful slurp as he gathers spit. He puts his thumb and pointer finger on each side of your clit and tugs to expose her. Then he puckers his lips and lets his hot spit trickle down on your swollen bud.
You feel it slicken you, having to whimper because it is so hot and wet. And highly embarrassing because it runs down your cunt and gets her messy.
Jungkook doesn’t clean it up, he lets the mess fester. It should stay messy. His spit marks you as his’.
“Mine. My trophy”, he lulls and lowers the flat of his tongue to your clit to lick her sensually.
“Eh!” You squeak and close your legs on his head rather enthusiastically.
Jungkook purrs, letting it happen because he knows that it will happen again. He is going to challenge himself right now. He is going to see if he can actually time it right and edge you. It shouldn’t take long for you, but it is a little difficult to make out when your inexperienced body has had enough. Truly anything could set you off.
It takes everything in Jungkook not to be rough again.
“Why does this feel so good?” you press out under your shaky breath, hips squirming.
His cock throbs.
“Mhhhm”, he purrs and changes to the tip of his tongue to circle your clit.
“Woah. Ah.”
Too good, he’ll get you there too quickly. He changes it again before he can make you climax. He kisses your swollen clit over and over again, ending it with a swift flick of his tongue. His left fingers walk up your body until they reach your nipples to play with them.
“Oh goddess, oh goddess, oh-”
Throb. Throb. Throb.
That’s it. Jungkook abandons your clit and swirls his tongue through your folds down to your entrance. His fingers slow down on your nipples, changing sides occasionally.
“Stop please, don’t. No, the feeling is…aaah….”
He smiles proudly. Of course he got it. He edged you and you have no idea what happened. All you know is that you are in agony and that your clit feels like bursting.
“I’m uncomfortable”, you whimper, “please change it, please.”
“I know, you’re supposed to be uncomfortable right now. It’s the good kind.”
“But…it hurts there.”
“I know where it hurts. So bloody sensitive”, he purrs sexily and kisses your clit. He sucks on her, getting you to gasp and arch your back.
You drop it again the moment he lets you go and the agony continues. You mewl, trying so hard to chase him, but he is already busy with your sweetened entrance.
Lazily and with hums of ecstasy, he laps at your slickened heaven. He has you so wet and it is so sweet.
“Please go back.”
Your begs only make him want to stay. He purrs and buries his tongue in your puffy cunt. Just the tip of it. Your pulse throbs around it, you suddenly squirm so much. Jungkook feels drugged. You taste so good. What is in your juices? What magic? He feels drugged and he isn’t scared of it, on the contrary, he wants more. So much more. He wiggles his tongue, taking your clit between two fingers to rub her. He takes up the same rhythm with your swollen nipple to really show you every layer of pleasure.
Your legs squeeze his head again, your hands slam down on his head and grip despite the blanket.
“I think I- ah! Ah! Don’t stop please, I have to-”
He pulls back.
“No! No why? No! It’s. Ah, hurts.”
“Mhm, I know”, he kisses your inner thighs to soothe you, “you should get used to it. I control your orgasms, are we clear?”
“What does that mean?” you mewl.
“It means… I can give you pleasure.” He deliciously licks your clit to strengthen his words until you keen and tense for an orgasm. Only then he pulls back. “As easily as I can take it away again.”
“This is mean”, you choke out and sob softly.
Jungkook chuckles and kisses your thigh.
“Don’t laugh, it’s so mean.”
“Oh, I know. Should have thought about it sooner instead of acting like a brat.”
You have no argument for that and so you mewl and writhe.
“Now you got it.”
He sits up, pushing the blanket away so it can’t slip over your bodies again. He takes off his tunic, throwing it to the side.
You gulp and squirm at the view of him. In the past his tattooed, muscular body scared you, but tonight he is so masculine and attractive. You can’t stop looking and neither can he.
The angle hides your cunt from him. He changes it with his hands on your hips. Like this, your lower back rests on his thighs and your legs fight for support. He helps them by hooking his arms under your knees. You mewl and relax your legs. Jungkook is mesmerised. Your cunt is so puffy and wet. The colours of her are so normal for someone of your complexion, just like a human. The outer anatomy is the same as that of your human counterparts. The only difference is that the desperation you leak seems to reflect the lights in a golden shimmer. It’s covering his lips as well, making them glisten.
“Your cunt looks like she’s covered in gold.”
You close your legs.
“No, no.” He stops them, pushing them apart. “Don’t hide.”
“Mh-hm.”
“Good. Don’t hide your precious cunt from me. She’s so pretty.”
“O-oh. Please.”
“I know. I will touch you now.”
“Mh-hm.”
He runs his fingers through your folds, exhaling shakily. So wet and so incredibly soft. He can’t believe that you glisten so beautifully.
You squeeze your eyes shut again and writhe.
“Try to breathe from now on. I’m going to work you up for my cock.”
You mewl and nod your head. You want him to work you up. You trust him. The way he has been touching you until now, helped you develop enough trust that you don’t feel scared anymore.
“That’s a good girl”, he praises and rewards you by rubbing your clit. He uses his left hand for it so he has his right hand available for other things. He only uses his fingertip for your clit, applying minimal pressure just so you can’t orgasm accidentally. He can’t let that happen. You should know true desperation. You should cry in relief when he gives you his cock.
“Please”, you beg, twisting the sheets. His touch is so gentle but placed exactly where you need it most, which makes it so pleasurable.
“Breathe for me. Breathe.”
Jungkook runs the fingers of his right hand through your folds, tracing your puffy entrance. So soft. He can’t believe that nobody stretched it before. He knows what lies waiting for him. He got a girl once who kept her virginity a secret. He still remembers her cries of discomfort as he ripped her skin of innocence because he believed that she was loose already. He swore to never have this happen to him again. He isn’t a monster after all.
He puts his fingertip inside you, switching his eyes between your cunt and your face. You seem aware of his finger and beyond excited.
“I can’t tell you the exact moment, but it could hurt for a short while.”
You peel your eyes open, suddenly looking scared.
“Do you remember the word?”
“Sword fight.”
“Then don’t be scared. Yes?”
You nod your head.
“Good girl.”
He pushes more of his finger inside. You are so tight. A small whimper meets his ears, your lower lip trembles.
“Relax your muscles.”
“It’s unfamiliar.”
“I know, breathe and try to relax.”
You listen as best as possible, staring at his hand nervously. He bottoms out. You seem comfortable. You can take more. He pulls out and tries again with two fingers.
“Oh.”
“Breathe and remember the word”, he orders you, rubbing your clit so you have pleasure to focus on.
He knows that his fingers are big. Especially two of them. He can work a girl up with them. So he knows that they are big enough that he can rip your skin of innocence with them. And he wants this to happen. His cock would be way too big.
The pressure between your legs grows and grows as he slips deeper inside. It grows. Grows. Grows. And suddenly snaps in a painful pinch. You flinch, closing your legs and grasping his wrist.
“Hurts.”
“I know, sweetheart. I know. You’re already done. It’s over”, he soothes you, taking away the pain by massaging your clit. “It’s over. You did it.”
“What did you do?” you ask as his fingers make the sting go away. It doesn’t hurt anymore, it just feels good. So good.
“I opened you up. Now it won’t hurt anymore to get fucked. If he does it right.”
“Oh.” He just claimed your innocence.
“Was it that bad?”
“Just for a second.”
“See? I told you not to be scared. Now stop closing up and let me loosen you up”, he orders and shoves your legs apart.
You drop them open, grasping the sheets again.
“That’s it. Good girl”, he rasps, rewarding you with his fingers on your clit. He picks up a rhythm with his right hand, pumping his fingers into you with a slight curl of his fingers. If you are the same inside as well, the curl will help with getting your g-spot swollen and sensitive. He needs it to be this way so he has you crying on his cock. Because fuck, how he loves to make a sweet girl cry in pleasure. It’s the closest he comes in his day to day life to the satisfying high he experiences during a successful hunt. To see tears stream down their soft cheeks, to hear them fight for air, to feel them clench around him. Jungkook swears that it satisfies him to the very bone.
He tries to keep his Hunter side at bay when he exists in society. He knows that he is demanding and controlling and that he dominates with iron strength. He can’t help himself with that. But what he can control is the roughness of his domination. And tries not to hurt the women he fucks. It seems that this counts for dragon women as well. He was so ready to be rough with you, to let his Hunter side take over and show you his hatred through violent sex. And don’t misunderstand, he will still rearrange your insides once it is time, but he is going to do it with class. He is too far gone to be angry at himself for growing soft for you. You are way too fun to fuck. He doesn’t want to care about his honour.
Besides, it would feel as if he taints it if he attempted to be violent with you now. It is the more honourable thing to finger you to your limit slowly so he can take you afterwards. It is the more honourable thing to draw your sweet moans out of you than make you cry in pain. He could never do that.
“You sound so sweet”, he rasps, scissoring his fingers inside your cunt.
“It…” you never get to finish your sentence, gasping helplessly.
“Feels good?”
You nod your head.
“Of course it does. Does it make you want to cry, knowing that I got to claim you?”
Your lip trembles.
“Aw it does. Don’t hold back, sweet girl. Let me see those tears”, he encourages you and picks up speed. Your cunt complains sinfully wet, you yelp and sit up just to drop again and arch your back. You can’t stop making noises. He is so rough all of a sudden and it feels so good.
“There they are. Such pretty tears.”
“Please stop. Stop. Please stop.”
He knows not to listen to you because this isn’t the word you agreed on. You are just being vocal for the sake of being noisy.
You arch your back, legs closing around his hips.
“Oh god, ah!”
There is a spot inside you which feels every single one of his thrusts. And it feels so good. So incredibly good. Your toes curl, your fingers twist the sheets.
“Shit, you sound so sweet. Is this nice for you?”
“Ni-i-ice.”
“That’s good, so good.” He shoves his fingers inside to the very brim and begins curling them upwards.
Your cunt squelches and slurps, you join her with helpless sobs, legs shaking uncontrollably.
“There it is”, he purrs and keeps pressing on your sensitive spot.
You mewl and keen, body shaking and twitching against your will. It feels so good.
He feels high, pupils dilated as he stares at you in manic desire. He presses his left hand to your lower tummy, increasing the stimulation of your g-spot. Of course he makes sure that he has his thumb on your clit.
You can’t talk. Genuinely, you can’t talk. You want to, but it is impossible because he has you crying instead. You thought that what he did first was an orgasm, but this is different. You want to fucking curl up and explode on the spot.
You reach up and press your hands to your eyes, tongue curling in your agape mouth. You don’t know what will happen to you and it is happening in...
One.
Two.
Jungkook pulls back. The pain which follows makes you close your legs, but he pushes them apart again.
“Don’t you dare.”
“It hurts. Please”, you reach down and try to soothe yourself.
He slaps your hands away.
“Nu-uh. You’re not touching yourself.”
“It’s going away. Please make it come back.”
He laughs.
You open your eyes at the sound of it. His face is contorted into an expression of crazed desire and amusement.
“You are so fucking sweet.”
“Please don’t make it go away”, you beg.
He hums and lifts you off his lap. He kneels on the bed, opening the ties in front of his pants.
You try to sit up, but physically can’t. You are so weak and moving makes it worse. So you watch him propped up on your elbows and with a racing heart.
“Please make it come back”, you beg.
“I will”, he promises and begins undressing.
He drags his pants down slowly, exposing his dark hair and the tip of his cock first. More and more of his length gets exposed as he undresses. Soon he has the pants sitting right under it, using his balls to keep them down.
“Oh. Alright”, you get out, suddenly feeling tense in fear.
“Don’t be scared of it. I promise it doesn’t bite”, he says and makes you laugh. He chuckles deeply, wrapping his fingers around his cock to jerk it off. “First time seeing cock?”
“No, the bad guy, uhm.”
“Ah, I see.” His eyes soften in understanding. “Do you want to stop?”
“No”, you say honestly and run your eyes over him more. “Yours looks different. It stands up.”
He chuckles, “it’s because I’m ready.”
“Ready for what?”
“For you”, he purrs, making your stomach tingle like crazy.
“Ah. They’re, uhm, bigger than I thought they would be.”
“Yeah, that’s just me. You won’t be so lucky with all of them”, he says cockily.
“Alright? Is this a good thing?”
“You’ll feel it soon.”
You tingle, pressing your legs together.
He chuckles at the view, climbing off the bed at the same time. He steps out of his pants and climbs back on bed, crawling to you.
You open your legs, dropping onto your back. His hips reclaim the emptiness between your legs and his cock tickles your lower stomach.
It is so unfamiliar and arousing to feel it. Quite frankly, it is all you focus on in the mixture of sensations he lets you experience. His hands run along your sides until they take your hands and pin them down by their wrists. His lips nib on your jawline until he takes your lower lip between his teeth and tugs. And yet all you can concentrate on, is his cock rubbing on your lower stomach and leaving wet spots behind.
He breaks the kiss because he can feel you being distracted.
“What’s the matter?”
“It feels so…I know it’s there.”
“You can touch him if you want to.”
You meet his eyes, expression filled with curiosity. He gives you a little smile.
“Go ahead.”
You reach down with your right hand and close it around his dick.
He purrs, eyelids lowering. He rolls his hips into your fist, scrunching his nose sexily. You gulp, stomach tingling at the view and the feeling.
“And? What do you think?” he lulls.
“It’s so hard. How do you keep it comfortable? Isn’t it weird to have something this hard in your pants?”
“It’s not always like this. I get hard when I’m aroused.”
“Oh.” You pull your hand back, placing it on his chest. His heart is racing. You can’t look away. His eyes are mesmerising.
“Do you want to know how it feels?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Tell me what to say.”
“Sword fight.”
“Good girl. Now look into my eyes, let me watch your eyes roll back as I claim you.”
As if this actually happens. You never felt the desire to roll your eyes back.
Jungkook angles his hips differently and reaches down with his left hand. His right hand keeps a tight grip around wrist. He drags his cock through your folds a few times, raising your pulse with it.
“So wet. Just for me”, he purrs and finally applies pressure.
His cock is a whole lot more than his fingers were. You squeak and tense up, pushing at his chest.
“Breathe with me, breathe.”
He circles your tight entrance until the breathing has you relaxing again. He pushes when you exhale and slips in.
“Wait”, you gasp, ripping yourself free to grasp his arms with both hands.
“Hurts?”
“Yes.”
“A lot?”
“It, it feels like I’m stretched.”
“Breathe. I promise it’ll pass.”
“Please make it pass.”
Jungkook hums and cups your face, giving you a kiss. You instantly kiss him back, hooking your fingers behind his head. He tastes unfamiliar. Is this you? Is this how you taste? It makes you dizzy. Everything he does and the memories of what he did. He uses his tongue to kiss you and suddenly the sensation is soaked with memories. The very same tongue was between your legs and made you feel so good. He used this exact mouth and this exact tongue to give you an orgasm. This was on you. He can use this to pleasure you.
Holy fuck, you can’t breathe from desire. The memories drive you crazy. His fingers, now so innocently on your cheek, were inside you. The same fingers curled inside you and made you want to explode. It is mind blowing to think that a fellow person used such normal body parts to give you pleasure.
It feels so good. It suddenly feels so good. Your entire body suddenly feels so good. You break the kiss to gasp for air, looking up at him with confused and helpless eyes.
“I know. Isn’t this so fucking good?” he purrs and rolls his hips into you. Just as he has been doing for the past five minutes.
And now you are aware of it. Every inch he fucks you with, every ridge and vein rubbing against your sensitive spots, his tip against your g-spot and the fucking emptiness he fills. And so it happens that your eyes roll back against your will. You moan honestly, body slacking in pleasurable defeat.
“Of course it’s good. Look at your eyes roll back. Do you like it, hm?”
You nod your head, still trying to make sense of how much you actually like it. Whenever he pulls out, you want him back and then he fills you again and warmth fills your veins.
“Yeah? Do you like how I fuck you?” he taunts and buries it deep inside you just to write his name against your g-spot.
“Yes”, you croak and sob, tensing up because it makes it feel so much better.
Your tears scramble his mind. They run down your cheeks so prettily and honestly. That’s it.
“I’m gonna ruin you.”
He straightens up and lifts your legs just to bend them and hold them down by the back of your thighs. He uses the support to pick up speed and strength.
Your tiny, sweet sobs get replaced by loud squeaks each time he bottoms out. Your toes curl and your fingers twist the sheets.
You didn’t think that it could get better. When will this end? When will he stop showing you better and better and better? You don’t know how much you can still process. You want more and more and more while it is still happening to you.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
Jungkook growls. Finally he has you chanting your truth. No more mindless lies about wanting to stop. He has you honest on his cock.
“Good girl, taking me so well. You’re so pretty doing it. Yeah you fucking are.”
“Don’t stop pleaseeeee.”
Jungkook curses and slips his right hand from your leg. He has you far enough gone that it stays in its position naturally. With a little help from you as your fingers grip your own thigh and hold on tight. This is your first time and you are already acting like a sex addict. Jungkook is certain that he won’t ever forget you.
“That’s a good girl. Keep yourself open for me.”
He spits on his own hand, then connects it with your clit to spread the mess. He doesn’t even use a finger anymore, he just uses his whole hand to rub and massage you where it feels best.
The entire pressure and warmth and tension he stole from you returns again. It’s a lot more intense than it was before because his cock is much more filling than his fingers were.
You mewl and writhe, brain totally blank and body a mess.
“Good girl, good girl, good girl”, he is chanting, far gone in the blissful embrace of pleasure. He wants to fuck and fuck and fuck.
“Please! I don’t want it to stop, please!”
Jungkook doesn’t slow down. He doesn’t pull away. This is what he worked towards. Having you cry and sob on his cock because he is finally giving you relief.
“Lose yourself for me.”
“Gods almighty, fucking hell”, you choke out and arch your back as far as it can go. Then you grow silent, screaming with no voice with a thrown back head and your hands tugging the sheets. It is like he has you under a spell. A carnal, sinful and addictive power. Soon you cannot take it anymore, trying to weep for strength but it comes out as weak, throaty squeaks.
“Look at you. So pretty. All mine”, he talks you through the life changing moment, cock throbbing deep inside your orgasming cunt. He doesn’t slow down. Neither with his hips nor with his fingers. Even when your body is paralysed and bent in honest pleasure. He keeps fucking you to the point where your body gets overwhelmed and finds its movement again.
You shake so aggressively that it makes you cry. You grasp his chest, scratching his skin open. You kick with your trembling legs, suddenly making up for the moment of paralysis.
“Good girl. I’m going crazy. Good girl.”
“You’re making me pee. Stop please.”
“This isn’t pee. Stop holding back”, he spits and decides it for you by drilling his cock against your swollen g-spot.
You scream, losing control over the muscles in your lower body as he fucks hot liquid out of you.
He growls and pants like a feral animal as it happens, holding you down and rubbing your throbbing clit. And once again, you cannot process how much better sex can feel. This is too much. It has to stop being so good.
“Please”, you sob, pulling him down because you suddenly need him so close. The liquid stopped and your brain is scrambled. You hook your legs around him, twisting his hair. “Please Jungkook, please.”
“Good-”
It happens against your will and without your knowledge. Your orgasms finally brought out your real anatomy. Your cunt swells up, growing dozens and dozens of textured knobs. You squeeze his cock like a cunt never has squeezed him before. It feels as if he is getting sucked off and fucked at the same time. The knobs grind along his shaft and make sinful love to his sensitive tip.
Jungkook wanted to call you a good girl. He wanted to praise you for being so cock hungry and follow it up with a cocky remark about his skills.
Instead he drops his weight on top of you and whimpers into the crook of your neck. He wraps his arms around you, cradling you against his chest as his knees barely want to keep his body up.
“You feel so good”, he gets out, unable to control just how squeaky he sounds. He never did this before. Whimper. Let alone squeak. But he can’t stop.
He holds you so close while you hold him back in return. He ruts his hips into you while you chase him in return. And while you sob in ecstasy, he tries so hard to make normal sounds but all which comes out are squeaky whimpers.
He will never forget you. He will never fucking forget you. Please, don’t let him forget you. Please. Please, please it feels so good. Please.
“Ah…please”, he begs and drags his lips to your lips, “please say my name.”
“Jungkook.”
“Thank you”, he croaks and kisses you. He wishes that he can bury himself deeper in you. He wishes that he could live in you forever. How will he ever go back to human cunts when he experiences true serendipity between your legs?
He learns in sweet ecstasy that your swollen knobs are highly sensitive as just moments later, he tastes your orgasmic cries and feels your nails down his back. Your cunt throbs and convulses, fucking and sucking him with your slickened, hot knobs and ridges.
Maybe this is why Hunters are supposed to hate dragons. Maybe nature wanted to save him from this. Because Jungkook swears that he can actually feel how his soul leaves his body at the sensation of your warm dragonic cunt climaxing around his cock.
“___”, he feeds you your own name then has to break the kiss and sob softly. Your own high already died down by now so you are fixated on him. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes are squeezed shut and his brows are furrowed. He tries not to but sobs a second time as your textured walls begin milking him dry.
His hips falter, his knees give up. He falls on top of you, twitching and flinching helplessly.
You close your eyes again, hugging him tightly. His full weight on you feels so good. His body is so hot and his skin is so soft. Are these noises normal? Why is he suddenly slacking and shaking?
“Are you alright?”
“A-ah”, he answers you and blows his last load deep inside you. He finishes with a high pitched squeak, then rolls off you.
He manages to lie his head on your arm accidentally but you don’t mind. You lie there frozen in shock as everything sinks in. You listen to him try to catch his breath and when you sneak a glance at him, you can see just how quickly his chest lifts and sinks. Red streaks run down his honey skin. Did you do that? His skin glistens in a layer of sweat. You might have become crazy because part of you wants to lick it off him and trace the red scratches at the same time.
His cock lies on his stomach suddenly so much smaller and in a sense squishier. It is covered in a mixture of gold and white liquid.
You reach between your legs and pick up what has been seeping out of you. The same white liquid covers his length. You smell it. There is no potent scent to it really, perhaps there is a small hint of nut to it. You lick it. Oh, slightly salty.
“What is this?” you ask, showing him your fingers.
He finally opens his eyes. They are glassy from exhaustion and his pupils are blown out as if he was on drugs.
“You”, he gets out.
“Me?”
“What the fuck’s your problem?”
You lower your soiled hand, chest tightening in nervousness. This sounded so intense and serious.
He rolls on top of you then rolls you and him to your sides. He tilts your face to him, stealing the slowest and most tender kisses of the entire evening. As if he wanted to touch your very soul with his own.
Soon you forget all about your question and instead feel yourself floating on fluffy clouds and warm fuzzy giddiness. You put your leg over his hip, sinking into his embrace. It doesn’t even matter anymore that you continue to leak. His right hand runs along your leg and hips, squeezing your buttock whenever he does a little moan.
Whatever he is currently doing makes you feel as if you could fly. It doesn’t turn you on again, instead it makes you feel as if what you did moments before earned you such kisses. He is rewarding you. That’s how that feels. Like a tender reward. You feel so good.
Jungkook breaks the kiss with a shaky breath, cradling your cheeks and resting his forehead against yours.
“What the fuck did you do to me?”
“What do you mean?”
“Did you know that your cunt would do that?”
“Do what?”
“Swell and get textured and, and, and start feeling so good.”
“Oh. No. Is this why I’m leaking white stuff?”
“Yes”, he laughs breathily, looking so pretty doing it, “yes, partially. Fuck”, he kisses you sweetly, rubbing your cheek as he does it. “This is my orgasm. I couldn’t stop it, I…” he meets your eyes, switching between your left and right. He seems obsessed and enchanted. “I just couldn’t stop.”
“Why not?” you ask earnestly.
“Because you felt so good.”
“I…made you do that?”
“Yes, fuck”, he says and exhales deeply, eyes clouding over in post-orgasmic bliss.
“Oh. I understand.”
He brushes your cheek, making your eyes droopy and your heart feel warm.
“Did it hurt for you?” he makes sure.
“No. I don’t know what you did to me. It felt so good and got more and more and I couldn’t- it didn’t stop.”
His eyes soften, his brows relax.
“Good”, he whispers, tracing your nose. He smiles. It reaches his eyes.
You have to giggle. His demeanour makes you so giddy and warm. He chuckles with you.
“You did really well.” He closes his eyes and pulls you against his chest. He smells warm, masculine and like good sex. At least that is how you think he smells like. You never smelled sex before and his current scent is definitely going to be burned into your mind as sex. You kind of like it, hoping that he doesn’t mind when you melt closer.
To your surprise, he relaxes at the feeling and begins tracing your spine with his fingertips.
“I feel weird”, you confess.
“Why?” his voice tickles your forehead as it reverbs in his chest.
“I don’t want to move my limbs anymore and I’m so tired.”
“Let it happen. It means that the sex was good.”
It was. It was amazing. You finally get it and if you weren’t so tired you would start crying at the realisation that someone wanted you enough to fuck you. You always imagined it to be weird for your own sake and now you know that it is actually so good and nice.
“You actually did it”, you lull sleepily.
“Did what?”
“Bathed me, fed me, dressed me and” your breath tickles his naked chest, “and fucked me”, you sigh and hug him tight.
Your soft snores meet his ears. The realisation that he actually fucked you doesn’t bother him tonight. Not when he feels so fuzzy.
He rolls onto his back with you.
You wake halfway, whimpering sleepily.
“Shhh, just getting the blanket”, he shushes you.
You hum and settle on his chest, body between his legs and arms trying to hug his neck.
He listens to your steady breathing, sinking deeper and deeper into his own sleepiness.
He finally has the answer to the question he was too scared to ask Xenia. Is it part of my curse to feel drawn to her? And it is going to fucking haunt him forever.
I'm loving this couple soooo much 😍 and you @borathae need to listen to cinnamon girl from Lana del rey, it's totally the vibe ❤️
shiver | masterpost
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summary; your childhood crush jeon jungkook has changed since he moved out of his small town church community and attended college. when he returns for a christmas mass, you suddenly crave a taste of his fun and carefree life. in exchange, jungkook craves a taste of you pairing; bad boy!jungkook x church girl!reader genre/warnings; childhood friends to lovers, brief childhood friends to enemies, fwb!au, coercion, manipulation, catholic guilt, jungkook is a meanie who eventually turns into a soft tsundere, bicuriosity, sexual exploration, virgin!oc, eventual smut w/c; ??? a/n; aaaaaa i couldn’t wait, i was so enamored by danica’s poster that i had to upload the masterpost! this is something very very different from my usual, this drabble series is def going to be a challenge but im so excited to start it! based lightly on nonnies big brain:
01 (m) | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 (m) | 11 (m) | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 |
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finale | bloom (m)
Stars We Never Caught 4.0 | jhs
— summary: At eleven, you met Hoseok. He was your older brother’s best friend, and for years, he was a constant in your world. Growing up alongside him, with Yoongi, your brother, and the rest of your crew, you never imagined that anything would ever change. Hoseok felt like family—always there but never quite a brother. It was a strange kind of closeness, one that never quite fit into the lines of what you understood.
But as you grew older, things started to shift. You got caught up in your own life, distracted by the swirl of adulthood. Now, back in Seoul, you find yourself drawn back to him. Whether it’s fate or coincidence, Hoseok is still there, and you can’t shake the pull that you’ve buried for so long. But perhaps some things are never meant to be—some stars are never meant to be caught, no matter how brightly they shine or are they?
— playlist: what was that - lorde, ribs - lorde, panic - beomgyu, wildest dreams - taylor swift, i need u (urban mix) - bts, run (ballad mix) - bts, cigarette daydreams - cage the elephant, the less i know the better - tame impala, 0x1 love song - txt, writer in the dark - lorde, somebody else - the 1975, your dog - soccer mommy + every mitski album.
— word count: 5k for this part—this is a long one shot like around 60k for the full thing, this is finally the last part.
— warnings: angst, longing, yearning, deep Yearn (I meant this), pinning (sorry), slow really slow burn (I meant this), brother's best friend, coming of age, yoongi being a big bro (we love you yoongles), overthinking, lots of inner monologue, growing pains in your 20s, adulthood being a pain in the ass, lots of deep talks, tension... so much tension (shit goes wrong or not....) OKAY, now onto other warnings: sweet love making—then horny people being horny people because they're deep in feelings but freaky as hell: big dick! hobi, f! m! masturbation, sex with feelings™, strenght kink, hickeys, HICKEYS, biting, deep throathing, choking, missionary, manhandling?
please, read the note !!!
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He stared at you for a long second, his hand still resting on your thigh.
The room felt heavy — not just with lust, but something else. Something close. Real.
And then, without a word—
He dropped to his knees.
Not to tease.
Not to rush.
Just to look up at you from below, hands dragging softly down your thighs as he settled between them.
His breath was warm against your skin when he spoke.
“Have you ever been loved right?”
Your lips parted—no sound.
He tilted his head, eyes burning, soft and sharp all at once.
“I’m not talking about fucked.”
His hand moved higher.
“I mean touched. Worshipped. Felt.”
You whimpered, already dizzy from the heat in his voice alone.
“Please,” you whispered. Desperate. Wrecked.
But he didn’t move yet.
Just leaned in, lips close enough that his breath hit your skin with every word.
“I’m asking you, baby.”
“Have they touched you here?”
His fingers brushed over you—barely.
You gasped.
“I’m sure they have,” he continued, “but the one you remember after this?”
His mouth curled into a grin—slow and devastating.
“It’ll be me.”
And then—
He put his mouth on you.
No more teasing.
Just heat.
Soft at first—testing, tasting—
And when your head dropped back and your thighs tightened around his shoulders, he moaned into you.
You cried out—sharp, sweet—
Your body already tipping forward, your hands grasping at the sheets, his name breaking from your lips without shape.
Your eyes rolled back.
And he didn’t stop.
He devoured you.
His mouth was everywhere.
Hot. Wet. Knowing.
And you were unraveling — not just under the pressure of his hands, not just from the slick slide of his tongue,
but from the way he said your name.
Or—what he used to call you.
“My precious star.”
The words dropped from his mouth like sin.
Low. Velvet. Drenched in heat.
So unlike the way he used to say it — bright, teasing, with a lopsided grin and a juice box in hand.
No.
This was different.
This time, he said it like it meant something.
Like he was tasting not just your body, but the years between you.
All the soft edges of your childhood.
All the versions of you he used to know.
And the one he was learning now — mouth open, thighs shaking, fingers twisted in the sheets.
“So sweet,” he murmured, licking slow, deliberate, his voice crumbling at the edges.
Like he was remembering and forgetting you at the same time.
Your breath hitched.
You should’ve blushed.
But you didn’t.
Because it wasn’t just a name anymore.
It was a confession.
A claim.
A way to say you’ve changed without ever having to say it.
He kissed you again, deeper.
And then—
“Sweet, tasty star.”
You gasped.
Not because of the pressure.
But because that name, once so innocent, now felt like the only thing anchoring you to your skin.
Like you were being rewritten in his mouth.
Grown.
Opened.
Made new.
This was the moment it shifted.
You weren’t the girl with a quiet crush anymore.
You were a woman, shaking in his hands,
and he wanted you — not in spite of the history,
but because of it.
You didn’t even know what you were saying.
“Please—”
It fell from your mouth over and over.
A sound more than a word.
A sob soaked in heat.
You weren’t begging for anything specific—
Just more.
Just now.
Just him.
Your thighs were shaking, hips chasing every flick of his tongue like your body was hunting something your brain couldn’t even name.
“Please,” you choked again, one hand gripping the sheets, the other lost in his hair.
You were too far gone.
Too high.
Too blind from lust, from want, from the sharp edge of release curling deep in your gut and pulling tight, tighter—
“I’m gonna—”
But you couldn’t finish.
You couldn’t say it.
Because your body did it for you.
You shattered.
Loud.
Shaking.
Your voice catching in your throat as everything in you let go.
Your vision blurred.
Your chest stuttered with a breath you couldn’t catch.
And through all of it, his mouth didn’t stop.
His hands held you in place.
And his voice—low, dark, proud—was the only thing that tethered you back.
“That’s it,” he murmured, dragging his mouth up your thigh.
“Let me feel you break.”
You were still shaking.
Still catching your breath, mouth open, chest rising in uneven bursts.
Your thighs twitched every time the air hit you—slick, sensitive.
He looked up at you from where he hovered—lips wet, jaw tense, hands loose at your hips like he didn’t know whether to hold you or kneel again.
His eyes were dark, unreadable.
“Jesus,” he muttered, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth like he could wipe you off of him. “You’re—fuck, baby, that was—”
You didn’t wait.
You moved before the thought even finished forming.
Your knees hit the floor with a thud.
He barely had time to react before your fingers were at his waistband, your breath still uneven from your own undoing, but your eyes locked on him like a dare.
His hand came to your jaw, cupping it gently, thumb brushing the corner of your lips like he needed to slow you down.
“My sweet star,” he said, voice barely there. “Baby, you don’t have to—”
Your eyes flicked up.
“But I want to.”
He sucked in a breath, jaw tightening.
Still—he hesitated.
“I’m not gonna be gentle,” he warned, already half-choked on the image of you like this. “Not if you do this. Not with the way you’re looking at me.”
You smiled.
Sharp. Wrecked.
And deadly honest.
“Did I ask you to be?”
His control snapped just like that.
He was standing over you, shirtless, wrecked, still recovering from what he just pulled from your body.
And yet—he smirked.
Slow. Crooked.
Like he still had a little bit of control to burn through.
He leaned down, cupped your face in his hand, his thumb brushing across your lip like he was thinking about everything you could do to him.
Everything you would.
“Tsk tsk.”
His voice was low, playful. But edged.
“So you told me rough,” he said, eyes heavy as he looked down at you.
“That’s how you like it too, right?”
You didn’t answer.
Didn’t have to.
You just looked at him—wide-eyed, mouth parted, body still humming from the high he’d given you moments ago.
He tilted his head.
“Mmm. Okay, Star.”
The name hit different now.
Weighted. Filthy.
“Red was your word, right?” he asked, more serious now. Still steady, still with care anchoring every bit of the burn.
You nodded.
His thumb dipped under your jaw, made your mouth fall open just a little.
“Good. Then come on.”
He leaned in, voice velvet-dark.
“Do your thing.”
You were still on your knees.
Your hand around him, slow and slick, watching the tension in his jaw sharpen every time you twisted your wrist just right.
But that smugness in your smile?
That didn’t last long.
Because Hoseok was done watching.
He grabbed a fistful of your hair—not harsh, not painful, but firm, possessive—and tilted your face up.
“Open,” he said.
Voice like a command wrapped in velvet.
Low. Steady. No room for teasing now.
You obeyed.
And the second your mouth parted, he guided himself between your lips—slow, deep, with a groan that sounded like it had been waiting years to come out.
His grip in your hair tightened as your lips closed around him, heat blooming on your tongue.
“Just like that,” he muttered, already breathless.
“Fuck, you look so good like this.”
You tried to take control again—hands moving, setting your rhythm—
But he stopped you.
“Uh-uh,” he growled, pulling your hands away and pinning them to your lap.
“You wanted rough, remember?”
You blinked up at him, eyes wide, mouth full.
He grinned—sharp, dangerous, hot.
“Then keep your hands to yourself, baby.”
And then he moved.
Not too fast.
But deliberate.
Rhythmic.
In control.
He rolled his hips just enough for you to feel the weight of it, the pace of it—his hand still fisted in your hair, guiding you up, down, slow and deep.
You moaned around him, the sound strangled and thick.
He cursed, low.
“God—look at you.”
Another thrust.
“You were made for this, weren’t you?”
Your eyes watered. Your jaw ached. But you never stopped.
And neither did he.
“If it’s too much,” he muttered, voice ragged, “say it. Otherwise…”
He pulled your hair tighter.
“Take it. All of it.”
His hips moved again—steady now, purposeful—each slow thrust brushing the back of your throat just enough to make your eyes flutter.
You moaned around him, soft and thick, and that—
That broke him a little.
He looked down, sweat on his brow, hand tangled in your hair, chest rising fast.
“So you’re a masochist, sweetheart.”
A breathless chuckle followed, dark and wrecked.
“That it?”
You didn’t answer.
You couldn’t.
Not with him filling your mouth like this, owning the rhythm, guiding your every movement.
And he loved it.
“Mouth full of cock,” he rasped, hips twitching slightly, voice strained.
“So fuckin’ pretty.”
Your throat tightened at his words, heat surging lower.
He pulled your head back just enough for you to blink up at him—spit-slick, flushed, ruined.
“Can’t even talk, can you?”
You gave him what he wanted.
You nodded, slowly, shamelessly.
And then you made it worse—
You let your tongue drag over him deliberately as he held you, made a fucking show of it.
His grip tightened in your hair.
“Jesus, Star—”
You took him deeper again, gaze locked on his.
“You like it like this?” he asked, voice cracking.
You nodded again, eyes glinting, filthy and perfect.
He swore, hand clenching harder, his body tensing—his thighs shaking now, muscles straining with the effort not to lose it right there.
“Fuck—baby, you’re gonna make me—”
You had him.
You knew it.
The way his body was shaking under your hands—
The way his voice cracked, chest heaving, knuckles white where he gripped your hair—
He was close.
So you didn’t stop.
You dragged your mouth over him again, slow and filthy, tongue teasing just enough to push him right to the edge.
You looked up—eyes glassy, mouth wet, lips stretched around him—
And Hoseok let out a sound you’d never heard before.
A groan, broken in half.
Raw.
Wrecked.
“Fuck—Star, I’m gonna—”
You didn’t move.
Didn’t pull away.
You just gripped his hips, braced yourself, and took it.
His hand tightened, pulling your head down just enough for his breath to catch, spine arching—
And then—
He came.
Hard.
With a gasp and a curse and your name strangled somewhere in the middle.
You felt every pulse of it.
Every tremor in his thighs.
Every breath he couldn’t catch.
You stayed there until he finished—until his body started to slacken, his hand falling from your hair, his whole frame wrecked above you.
And then you pulled back—slow, careful, a little smug.
Wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, cheeks flushed, heart racing.
He stared at you.
Like you weren’t real.
Like he never expected this.
“Holy—fuck.”
He dropped onto the bed behind him, still catching his breath.
One arm flung over his face, the other blindly reaching for you.
He peeked at you from under his arm—eyes soft now, a little stunned.
“I didn’t know you were gonna try to end my life.”
You laughed. Breathless.
And he pulled you into his chest.
Tucked your head beneath his jaw.
Still panting, still dazed.
His hand slid into your hair—gentle now. Reassuring. Familiar.
“You okay?”
You nodded.
“You?”
“We aren't done, babe”
You looked up — and he was already smirking.
Already shifting onto his side, one arm sliding around your waist.
“What else do you like,” he asked, voice soft, teasing, mean.
“Hmm? My sweet, nasty star.”
He was still above you, eyes dark, chest rising slowly.
Watching.
His hands didn’t move fast.
But when they did move—
They moved you.
Like it was easy.
Like it was nothing.
One hand around your thigh, one bracing your waist—
He adjusted you underneath him, hips tilted, legs spread, just so.
You whined.
And he smiled.
“Ohhh,” he murmured, like he was learning something delicious.
“You like that.”
You didn’t answer.
You couldn’t.
He shifted you again, deliberately, dragging your hips a little higher with one hand. The ease of it, the control, the effortless way he could place you—
Your breath stuttered.
His smirk deepened.
“You like how easy this is for me?”
He kissed the side of your jaw.
“How I can just—”
He flipped you again.
Not all the way. Just enough to force a gasp out of you.
“—move you however I want?”
Your whole body arched, instinctive, needy.
“Fuck,” he breathed, more to himself now. “You’re so into this.”
You whined, pressing your thighs together, only for him to spread them apart again with a single knee.
“You like being handled like you weight nothing?” he asked, mouth at your ear.
“Knowing I could flip you over, drag you down, fuck you through the bed—”
You moaned—open, honest, wrecked.
“Jesus, baby.”
He kissed down your spine, hands firm on your hips now, and you could feel it—
The shift.
His control breaking just a little.
His restraint cracking.
“Please,” you gasped— More breath than word.
A whine pulled from somewhere raw.
And that—That broke him.
His body shuddered.
His restraint snapped.
He looked down at you—ruined, flushed, eyes glassy—and his voice came low, tight, like it hurt to speak.
“Tsk, tsk…”
His thumb brushed your lip.
“My beautiful star making such pretty sounds.”
He shifted, just slightly—just enough for the tip of him to slide through the wetness between your legs, teasing, lazy, maddening.
“Sounds I never thought I’d get to hear.”
You whimpered again, hips chasing him.
And he moaned at the sight of it.
“So wet,” he murmured, dragging his length along your folds, slow and torturous. “So fucking ready.”
You clawed at the sheets.
He leaned in, mouth to your ear.
“Tell me,” he whispered. “Has anyone ever loved this pussy right?”
You shook your head, breathless.
He pulled back, just enough to look you in the eyes.
“Let me.”
A kiss to your cheek.
“Let me show you how much I fucking love you.”
Another kiss—hot, shaking—along your jaw.
“Let me show you how fucking regretful I am of the years we missed because I was a fucking idiot.”
He thrust in—deep, slow, wrecking.
You cried out—no shame, no filter, just need.
“Let me show you how a man loves a woman—”
His hips snapped forward again, harder.
“—hard.”
You arched into him, open-mouthed, completely unguarded.
And that was it.
That was when you both started to unravel—together.
The rhythm was relentless.
Consuming.
Each thrust harder, deeper—every inch of him claiming space you didn’t even know you could give.
“Oh my god—”
That’s all you could say.
Barely a whisper, your voice cracking with every movement, your nails digging into the sheets like they were the only things anchoring you.
He was everywhere.
Above you, in you, all around you—
Breathing hard, burning, skin against skin like friction was the only language he knew now.
“Oh my—fuck—”
You couldn’t finish.
Your eyes rolled back, mouth open, breath shattered.
He was destroying you in the most perfect way.
And he knew it.
“Take it, baby,” he growled, his voice thick and broken.
“You wanted rough, right?”
His hips snapped again, slamming into you with precision, with purpose.
You sobbed something incoherent, body arching up to meet him.
“You can take it.”
His hand slid under your thigh, lifting, opening you more.
“So fucking deep, right?”
You couldn’t breathe.
You nodded, head tipping back as he filled you again—slower now, but harder—dragging it out until your whole body trembled.
“You’re perfect like this,” he rasped.
“Fucking made for this.”
You whimpered—again.
High. Breathless. Embarrassingly loud.
And he loved it.
“Gosh,” he chuckled darkly, breath ragged but voice smug,
“you love being noisy, don’t you?”
You couldn’t answer.
Not with the way he was pounding into you—hard and fast, the rhythm so good it felt illegal.
But that didn’t stop him.
“Mmm... should I give you something to really scream about?”
His mouth was suddenly everywhere—
Teeth scraping down your neck, tongue sliding hot against your throat, breath warm as he pressed kisses into your skin between thrusts.
“Should I bite you?”
He licked slowly up the side of your neck, deliberately drawing it out.
“You like it rough, right, Star?”
A sharp snap of his hips followed, making you yelp.
He moaned into your ear.
“Should I mark you?”
His voice dropped to a whisper, sinful and reverent.
He kissed just beneath your jaw, then slowly dragged his tongue to the curve of your shoulder—right before sinking his teeth in.
Not hard.
Not painful.
Just enough to make you feel it.
You gasped—head thrown back, vision blinking white.
“Fuck—”
He groaned, his grip tightening on your waist.
“Oh, you like that.”
Then he pulled back—barely—and his eyes dropped lower, trailing down your body.
He brought a finger to trace between your breasts, slow and teasing.
“Mmm,” he said, gaze dark. “Can I bite you here next?”
His hand flattened between them, palm pressing against your sternum.
“Right in the middle... between these perfect tits?”
Your breath hitched.
And then he did it.
He bent low, kissed between them—once.
Then sucked. Slow, hot, deep.
Not hard enough to bruise.
But hard enough to claim.
And still—he didn’t break rhythm.
His hips drove into you with perfect pressure, relentless, leaving you crying out with each thrust as his mouth worked its own magic lower.
You couldn’t hold it in anymore.
Not the sounds.
Not the need.
Not the truth that had been clawing its way up your throat for years.
He was everywhere.
Inside you, above you, hands gripping your waist like he’d never let go.
His mouth was still pressed between your breasts, lips swollen, breath hot as he bit down again—harder this time, and you cried out.
“Say it,” he growled, voice wrecked, rhythm punishing.
“Say you're mine.”
And you did.
“I’m yours—”
Your voice cracked, hips lifting to meet his thrusts.
“I’m yours, please—fuck, I’ve been yours—”
Your head fell back.
“I don’t even know how long.”
He swore, loud, raw, his rhythm faltering for the first time.
Your hands clawed at his back, your legs tightening around him.
“Please—fuck—”
You were sobbing the words now.
“Please don’t stop, I’m so close—”
And that was it.
His control shattered.
He grabbed your wrists, pinned them above your head, and fucked into you like he was trying to bury the years between you inside every thrust.
“You’re mine,” he gritted, sweat dripping down his temple.
“You’ve always been mine.”
Your bodies moved like they were chasing the same end—
And when it hit—
It wrecked you.
You came with a cry, legs shaking, mouth open, back arching into him like your body was breaking apart around his name.
And he followed—cursing, groaning, collapsing into you as he came, hard, pulsing deep, hips still grinding slow as he rode it out.
For a moment—
There was nothing.
No sound but your breaths.
No thought but him.
No feeling but the burned-out, beautiful aftermath of everything you'd held in finally being set free.
You didn’t remember when he stopped moving.
Only that at some point, his forehead was pressed to yours, both of you gasping into the tiny space between your mouths.
Your skin was slick—his was too—
And every part of your body felt used, loved, shaken.
Your hands were still tangled in his hair, your legs still around his waist.
Neither of you had moved.
Not yet.
Just breathing.
Hard.
Fast.
Trying to catch up to the fact that your bodies had just told the truth before your mouths ever could.
Hoseok's lips ghosted over your jaw, your cheek, your mouth—
Not hungry. Not teasing. Just… there.
And then he kissed you.
Soft.
Slower than anything he’d done to you all night.
Like he was still apologizing for the years he wasted.
Like he needed to taste the moment before it slipped away.
You kissed him back, eyes closed, breath still shaky.
Your hand slid down his spine—damp with sweat, warm and familiar—and you curled into him like you never wanted to leave.
He rested his weight on top of you, careful not to crush, but refusing to let go.
No words yet.
Just the thump of his heart against yours.
Just his hand brushing the side of your thigh.
Just his lips pressed to your shoulder now.
And your fingers brushing his jaw as if to say I’m still here.
After a while—
He whispered it. Quiet. Barely a breath.
“Still with me?”
You nodded.
Tightening your legs around him just a little.
Breathing him in.
“Yeah.”
Another pause.
His hand slid to your cheek.
Lifted your face just enough.
His eyes were warm.
Wrecked.
Honest.
“You okay?”
You smiled.
Small. True.
“I think I’ve never been more okay.”
He kissed you again.
Deeper this time.
You didn’t realize you’d been drifting—
Not fully asleep, not fully awake—
Until you felt his fingers.
Gentle.
Tracing soft shapes into your hip.
You blinked, slowly, still wrapped around him, still sticky and spent and so full of everything he just gave you.
He didn’t speak at first.
Just moved.
One hand brushing sweat-matted strands from your forehead.
The other lifting your leg slightly, shifting you with ease, like your body was something he knew now. Something he could read.
“Hurting?” he whispered, voice thick and low.
You blinked at him, eyes half-lidded.
“No,” you said softly. “Just… sore.”
He smiled.
Pressed a kiss to your temple.
“Good sore or bad sore?”
You gave a sleepy smirk.
“You’re asking like you don’t know the answer.”
He chuckled—quiet, low in his throat—and slipped out of bed only long enough to grab a warm towel and a bottle of water from the side table.
You didn’t have to ask.
He just cleaned you gently, whispering nothing into your skin. Words like:
“So pretty.”
“Still can’t believe.”
“Mine.”
Then he pulled you back into him, wrapping the covers over both of you like a second skin.
You pressed your face to his neck.
He smelled like sex and warmth and something safe.
“Sleep,” he whispered into your hair.
And you did.
The first thing you felt was light.
Sunlight spilling through his curtain-less window, soft and golden against your bare back.
The second thing you felt—
Him.
His arm was still around you, his hand resting just beneath your chest.
One leg tangled over yours.
His breath warm against the curve of your neck.
You smiled into the pillow.
Your body ached.
Not in a bad way.
In the kind of way that reminded you exactly what had happened—
And how much it mattered.
Slowly, you turned.
He was already awake.
Eyes open. Barely.
That lazy, morning kind of smile tugging at his mouth.
“Hi,” you whispered.
“Hey,” he murmured back, voice rough.
Then, after a pause—
“So, uh… that wasn’t a dream, right?”
You laughed—quiet and warm.
“No. You definitely weren’t dreaming.”
He grinned, then leaned in, kissed your shoulder.
“Good.”
Another kiss, closer to your collarbone this time.
“Because I’d really hate to wake up from this.”
You stretched with a wince—limbs sore in the best way, muscles tired, your whole body buzzing from everything that happened hours ago.
He was still beside you, propped up on one elbow, watching you like you were some dream he didn’t want to blink away.
You rolled toward him, dragging your fingertips lightly down his chest, smirking.
“You know I’m sore,” you said playfully, voice low and sleep-soft.
“But I just realized…”
You trailed off, tracing a slow path over his ribs.
“I didn’t mark your back like I wanted to.”
He blinked, and then — smirked.
Slow and devilish, like he’d just won something.
“So you wanna mark my back, pretty?”
His voice came out hoarse, still raspy from sleep, and full of teasing pride.
You shrugged—innocent, dangerous.
“Would be a shame to waste the moment.”
“Oh?” He leaned in, lips brushing your shoulder.
“That why you’re straddling me now?”
You hadn’t realized you’d done it—but you were.
Knees planted on either side of his hips, hands on his chest, your hair a mess and your grin feral.
“Maybe,” you said, hips grinding down just a little.
He hissed, hands already finding your thighs.
“God, you’re shameless.”
You leaned down to kiss him, slow and hot.
“I’ve never been like this,” you whispered against his lips.
“Not even with huh.. Daniel.”
His grip on your hips tightened.
“Good.”
A breath.
“I don’t want your past.”
He looked up at you—dead serious now.
“I just want you.”
You kissed him harder.
You didn’t realize how slow you were moving until he touched you.
His hands—warm, steady—slid up your thighs, anchoring you on top of him.
You were already straddling his hips, your body flushed from teasing, sore in all the best ways, but still buzzing with want.
The kind of want that didn’t burn like fire anymore—
It hummed like music.
Low. Steady. Deep.
Hoseok’s eyes were soft, but his grip wasn’t.
He guided your hips down just enough for your bodies to brush—his length hard against your entrance, your breath catching in a sharp gasp.
He didn’t move.
Just held you there.
“Still sure?” he asked, voice hoarse from sleep and moaning your name all night.
You nodded, biting your lip.
“I want you slow,” you whispered. “But I want all of you.”
His head tipped back.
“Fuck.”
And then—
He guided you down.
Inch by inch.
Slow enough that you felt every part of him.
Every twitch. Every pulse.
You gasped—quiet but breathless—your nails dragging over his chest.
“Shit,” you breathed. “Still so full—”
“You’re perfect like this,” he murmured, voice breaking, “So soft. So fucking warm.”
He held your hips and didn’t thrust—
He just let you settle.
Let you feel him.
Your eyes fluttered closed.
Then—
The first roll of your hips.
A grind, not a thrust.
Drawn out, deliberate, slow enough to make your entire body light up.
Hoseok moaned beneath you, hands trailing to your waist, your ass, your spine.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Ride me, baby. Just like that.”
You moved again, a little faster.
Still slow, still deep—
But now his breath was catching.
Now his hands were trembling.
And every time you dropped your hips, he lifted his—just barely—meeting you, feeding the rhythm like it was the only thing left keeping him sane.
“You feel so good,” he groaned. “Like you were made for me.”
Your forehead pressed to his.
Your fingers tangled in his hair.
And as you rode him—slow and soaked in heat—
He kissed you like he was trying to say everything without words.
It wasn’t last night.
It wasn’t urgent.
It wasn’t messy.
It was yours.
And when you came—
He did too.
Silent.
Breathless.
Clinging to each other in the morning light.
You were still lying on his chest.
Both of you were a mess—sweaty, sore, skin sticking slightly where your legs tangled together under the covers.
Neither of you had said much after.
There wasn’t much to say.
Just breath.
Just the slow rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek.
Just the feel of his fingers brushing lazily up and down your back.
Until—
“So…”
His voice was hoarse, still ruined from the sounds he made hours ago.
“How’s your back?”
You snorted.
“Sore. You?”
He turned his head, eyes crinkling.
“I think I saw God at one point.”
You laughed—really laughed this time—and lifted your face off his chest just long enough to kiss the underside of his jaw.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
He yawned, stretching dramatically beneath you.
“And I think you broke my spine with that last move.”
You grinned.
“Which one? The slow grind or the bite?”
He fake-wheezed. “Both. I was a goner by then.”
You sat up, still draped in the sheet, hair wild and lips swollen.
“You’re dramatic.”
“I’m right,” he mumbled, then added under his breath,
“My soul left my body and you were still grinding.”
You blushed, but didn’t deny it.
Instead, you leaned down, lips brushing his ear.
“You loved it.”
He groaned, arms flopping over his face.
“Don’t start. I’m gonna die if you get on top of me again right now.”
“So no round three?”
“Babe—”
You cackled, falling beside him again.
And that’s how you stayed.
Naked. Sweaty. Wrecked.
But smiling.
Together.
And in love, whether either of you said it or not. But he did though, it was so much better
You didn’t expect anyone to be there.
You were fresh out of the shower, hoodie zipped halfway up, skin still damp, hair wrapped in a towel. Hoseok had practically shoved you out of bed with a lazy smirk and a “I’ll come by later, babe, go act normal before your brother disowns me.”
You rolled your eyes and kissed him goodbye anyway.
You hadn’t even thought to check your phone.
So when you unlocked the apartment and stepped in—yawning, hoodie barely covering the tops of your thighs—
You froze.
Because sitting around the coffee table?
Yeji. Jungkook. Yoongi.
Three heads turned.
Three pairs of eyes locked on you.
And the silence that followed was deafening.
Yeji blinked once—then grinned so wide her face could’ve cracked.
Jungkook looked like he was trying very hard not to laugh, his lip already tucked between his teeth.
And Yoongi?
Yoongi just stared.
Arms crossed.
You were still standing there, damp hair in a towel, oversized hoodie swallowing your thighs—
And all three of them were staring like you’d just strolled in wearing a wedding dress and a hickey.
Yoongi rubbed his temple. “Did you at least talk to him?”
You blinked.
Swallowed.
“Yeah,” you said carefully. “We… talked a lot.”
Silence.
Then—
“Yeah,” Jungkook added helpfully, not looking up from his phone,
“You also seemed to have fucked a lot.”
“JUNGKOOK—”
Yeji screamed laughing.
You choked on air.
Yoongi stood up like his soul was leaving his body.
“Oh my god,” you hissed. “Kook—shut up—”
He shrugged, grinning.
“I mean, I’m just saying! She’s glowing. She walked in like she levitated home. Hoseok’s hoodie looks slept in. We all know what happened.”
Yeji clapped her hands. “This is the best day of my life.”
You groaned and buried your face in your hands.
And right then—
Your phone buzzed.
[Hoseok 💛]:
outside. do I come in or is yoongi still armed?
[You]:
come in. jungkook already set the building on fire it’s fine.
Everything was going to be fine.
You didn’t know how you knew —
Only that it felt true.
In your body. In the softness of your smile.
In the way the quiet didn’t feel heavy anymore.
You felt lighter.
Gosh, even… hopeful.
Life wasn’t perfect.
You were still figuring it out — fumbling through Monday mornings, trying to make peace with emails and deadlines and who you were supposed to become.
You didn’t have all the answers.
Hell, you barely had a plan.
But you had this:
A moment.
A stillness.
A stretch of peace that didn’t feel like waiting — it felt like living.
Because your people were here.
Your stars — the ones you caught without even realizing it.
Yeji, wild and luminous.
Jungkook, loyal and soft beneath the mischief.
Yoongi, steady as a lighthouse, even when he swore too much and cared too quietly.
And Hoseok.
God, Hoseok.
A man who loved you with hands that knew where to hold and when to let go.
A man who looked at you like the sky wasn’t quite enough.
A man who laughed with you, cried with you, burned with you — and stayed.
That kind of love?
It made everything else easier.
Even Monday.
Even growing up.
Even the not-knowing.
Because maybe adulthood wasn’t about having it all figured out.
Maybe it was just about choosing people who made the journey worth it.
And letting them choose you, too.
You looked out the window, blinking up at the darkening sky.
There were stars tonight.
Real ones.
But the brightest?
Were already here.
And you had never felt more at home.
— note: I’ve spent over two hours fighting with Tumblr to get this post up — so first of all, I’m sorry for the delay. This story means everything to me. It was the reason I created this blog in the first place. It was supposed to be the first thing I ever shared.
A one-shot that grew roots and refused to let go.
Coming-of-age has always been my favorite genre — there’s something about nostalgia that sinks into your skin.
It aches, longs, yearns. You ache for old memories, for the people you once knew, for the feelings you used to feel. Even for the feelings you haven’t had yet — the ones that still wait for you.
I wanted to write something that felt like that. Something dreamy and soft, but grounded — something that caught fire with reality, because the truth is: happiness alone has never been enough to carry us.
This wasn’t as angsty as I first imagined it would be. Somewhere along the way, the story took a different shape — and I let it. It’s been sitting in my drafts for 2–3 years, slowly becoming something else.
There’s a part of me that feels like I failed to capture exactly what I wanted. That I got lost in the middle.
But I’m learning to be gentle with myself — because there’s still so much more to explore.
And I really, really wanted to post this.
So if you read it — thank you.
If any part of it reflects your own thoughts, your insecurities, the weird ache of figuring life out — I hope you feel seen.
Growing pains aren’t a flaw.
They’re just the moments when we brush up against the truth that growing up is hard — strange, messy, beautiful and confusing. Sometimes, that's enough.
PD: Tumblr hates me, this post is up, yeah, technically. I hate that is up without the actual edition like I was pasting from my Word document includic italics / bold, but for some reason it doesn't look like I did. This app hates me I'll manage to change it later.
Getting two chapters this weekend has been a blessing!! Thank you I enjoyed reading ❤️ Something tells me Namjoon isn’t gonna give up so easily though 🤔 he seems stubborn and not willing to let Jungkook go
Thank you very much ❤️ Let's see if Namjoon really gave up, or if he's still going to try something 🤷♀️👀
PURE ATTRACTION | JJK | TATTOO ARTIST
Pairing: TattooArtistJungkook X NaiveReader
summary: "I shouldn’t be watching a man undressing, specially not from the house next door."
Warning: angst 😭 (I know, but I promise it will pass soon) kiss, crying, Jungkook being an idiot, but regretting later (he will suffer a bit more in the next chapters, I promise) alcoholic drink, confession 😍
A/N: I know, I promised I would post this yesterday, but my internet stopped working and there was nothing I could do 🤷♀️ anyway, here it is: finally things are aligning a little bit. Spoiler alert: the OC's mother will soon find out what’s going on, and things will get ugly 😬. Speaking of which, PURE ATTRACTION is coming to an end, and I'm already thinking about new projects. I hope you can join me on this journey 🤟
Previous Chapter
CAPITULO 11
The fright pulls me away from Y/N instantly. When I look back, it's Bora calling me. She stops walking and stares at us for a few seconds. Then she smiles in a mischievous way, almost as if we were doing something more than a near kiss. I can't ignore the bad feeling that overwhelms me when I can't achieve my goal. I know I'm confused and should avoid playing with someone else's feelings, but being apart from her these past few days, has been my greatest martyrdom.
“Sorry to interrupt.” She giggles, biting her lower lip.
“You didn’t interrupt anything.” Y/N quickly shakes her head, embarrassed. “I need to see Hayun. Is she around?”
“Yes.” Bora nods in agreement. “Jungkook, Namjoon was looking for you. Please go see him. No one can stand him anymore, seriously. It feels like a funeral over there.”
“I’ll be right there.” I sigh, feeling I have no choice. I didn't want to go, but I know I need to. I glance at Y/N one last time before heading inside Yoongi's house. I try to maintain a calm expression, but I can’t. I’m so dazed by everything happening that I can barely think straight.
Namjoon came to Busan out of the blue, and even though I have some regard for him, I didn’t want him to do it. I shouldn’t have mentioned the party to him, but I'm so used to having him in my life, I didn’t expect him to travel, just to see me. I didn’t want to do this to Y/N; she must be thinking horrible things about me—part of which are true—but before heading to Seoul, I wanted to talk to her and clear things up, not this mess that just happened. When she left my apartment that day, I spent hours in my room, echoing her words in my head.
I’m a proud person. I don’t like being wrong, and when I am, it’s hard for me to stop, breathe, and ask for forgiveness. However, that same day, I knew I needed to do it. I knew I needed to talk to Y/N and resolve everything before it was too late. Contrary to what she says, I really do like her. She makes me feel good, makes me happy... whenever I’m with her, I don’t think about anything else. My world, filled with problems and worries, becomes a world that is only hers. I wanted to say this to her, but I'm so confused about Namjoon that I'm afraid to make the situation worse and regret it even more.
As I approach the house, I see him among my friends, leaning against the wall. He seems unfazed by the grim situation, but I know he is bothered. I’ve known him for years, and I know he liked everyone before all the shit hit the fan, throwing our dreams and what we built together, in the trash. He smiles at me when he sees me, and I can’t reciprocate in the same way. The pride I once felt being with him, no longer exist.
“Is everything okay?” I ask when I reach Namjoon. He shrugs and shows me a red cup with a clear drink. It looks like water, but I'm pretty sure it isn’t.
“I’ve been better.” He explains in a slurred voice, watching Taehyung and Yoori kissing in the corner. It used to be the two of us, the lovey-dovey couple. “Is everything okay? You were with that girl for a good while.”
“I needed to talk to her.” I say honestly, feeling anxious; it’s like I’m doing something wrong when I know I’m not.
“She seems important... the way you looked at her...” He suggests, but it doesn’t seem serious. It’s as if he’s saying all this, but knows there’s no possibility of any involvement. Y/N isn’t the type of person I would have approached with interest, in the past, and Namjoon knows that.
“She is important.” I confirm, trying to stay relaxed. Namjoon bites his lip and looks at me with an expression I can't decipher.
“You’re joking, right?” He asks; his jaw tightens, waiting for a response.
“I’m not.” I shake my head; my heart pounding almost as loud as the music. “We had a connection, and she’s important to me, that's why we talked.”
“Wow.” Namjoon scoffs, drinking more of his drink. He rolls his eyes ironically, and then sighs. “You really bounce back quickly.”
“What did you expect me to do? Wait for you?”
“No, just that you’d wait until everything could align.”
“You didn’t wait, Namjoon.” My throat burns with my growl. How can he be so hypocritical? “You ended everything. You slept with that guy from your work when we were about to move in together.”
“I made a mistake. You needed one mistake to end everything.” He replies.
“I needed one mistake to realize you weren’t the right person for me.” I say, clarifying the fact for both him and me. “Love doesn’t hurt, doesn’t deceive. What you did... you just ruined everything. What are you really doing here?”
“I thought I was welcome in your life.” He argues, and it’s the first time I see pain and regret in his eyes. He steps closer to me, his short breaths hitting my face. Him being taller than me never bothered me, but now it feels like he’s a tower over me. A mountain. “I thought you still loved me.”
“I loved the person I thought you were.” I say, closing my eyes. My throat tightens and my chest feels heavy. All the good moments we had together flash in my mind. The first time I saw him, the first time we made love. The first time I said I loved him, scared that he wouldn’t feel the same, and Namjoon reciprocated, exceeding all my expectations. All of that no longer exists. The Jungkook who was crazy about him, who admired him, is just a shadow of who I am now. I loved him so much that I almost overlooked his betrayal for us to be together. I no longer see a future for us, I see nothing but emptiness.
“I made a mistake once, Jungkook. Just once.” He says with a slurred tongue. He looks drunk and sad. A bad combination.
“Namjoon, that’s enough. This is serious now. I want this to end. Go back to Seoul. Stay in your apartment. You need to forget me and move on. We’re not good for each other.”
“We can fix all this. We can move on together.”
“We can’t, because I’ve already made my decision. You no longer fit in my life.” I’ve never been so decisive as I am now. I remember, in the back of my mind, the way I feel every time I see Y/N; none of this feels right.What he did is unforgivable, and I could never trust him again. It just seems wrong. His dark eyes fill with tears, and he takes another step closer to me. His scent mixed with alcohol is still good, but doesn't draw me like three months ago.
“I can show you that you still want me. That I still have you.” He whispers, and even though I don’t want to, I close my eyes to welcome him. For the last time. Just this once, and then everything will be over.
His mouth crashes against mine with ferocity. He seems to show through his actions that he’s regretful, and I can feel it, but it’s not enough. In the midst of the kiss, I take everything from him. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him against me. Namjoon is mine, for the last time. All these years together, I thought it would be forever, but we can’t be anymore. His tongue meets mine in a wildness I recognize. I grunt between his lips as I feel his hand on my back, so forcefully that it’s as if he wants to merge with me. The kiss is sexual, but devoid of feeling. Y/N echoes in my head once again, from when we kissed in your room while her mom was knocking on the door. When our lips met, I felt so much more than just physical contact or her touch. It’s then that I realize it’s not worth it. All the suffering has passed, and I don’t need this anymore. I abruptly pull away from him. Our heavy, quick breaths mix as I stare into his eyes. He tries to get closer again, but I don't allow it. I push him away with my hands, trembling, anxious and sad.
“It’s over.” I whisper. His face contorts as if I’ve punched him. I feel sorry for him, but I can’t deceive us anymore. “It’s over. That was the last time we kissed. The last time you touched me. I didn’t end our relationship. You did.” I conclude; my voice comes out hoarse and in a grunt from deep in my throat. There’s no anger, no resentment towards him. Namjoon doesn’t respond, completely silent, and how could he?
I cover my face with my hands, and let out a sigh mixed with relief and anguish, escaping my soul. When I turn around, my eyes unconsciously go to the woman who, since I met her, changed something within me. Her eyes, however, are filled with tears; her cheeks flushed as if she’s holding back an impending cry. Only then do I realize that Y/N must have seen the kiss with Namjoon, and I can’t imagine what she must be thinking. Before I can react, she turns her back and walks away from the crowded room.
“Y/N!” I shout through the people, but my voice sounds low amidst the music. I move instinctively and hurry after her. Her body almost disappears down the hallway, but I run faster, pushing past two guys who look like they want to kill me, and a girl, who yells at me for bumping into her. None of this stops me until I manage to catch her by the arm. “Y/N, stop!”
“Let me go!” She twists her wrist, shaking her body so I’ll release her. I loosen my grip on her skin, afraid of hurting her, and she pulls away again, faster this time. She heads for the main door of the house and flings it open.
“I’m not letting you go!” I yell at her, walking faster as the facade of the house gets further away from us. “Y/N, listen to me!”
“Stop following me!” She screams at me; her usually sweet and soft voice sounds angry and hurt. I run faster until I can stand in front of her. I don’t touch her, but I don’t let her pass, using my body like a wall to block her path. “Let me through, Jungkook.”
“No.” I shake my head. Her face twists. Her nose crinkles, and her forehead furrows. I’m sure if she could hit me right now, she would.
“Let me through.” She pleads again, taking short steps that I once again block.
“No, not until you listen to me.” I say with such force that she flinches. Her angry, hardened face transforms into an ironic laugh, which fades as more tears fill her eyes. Her white, smooth neck is filled with veins, as if she’s about to burst with rage. Her breath comes fast, as if she doesn’t have enough air.
“You’re a fucking bastard, a total son of bitch. I don't want to listen anything.” She growls at me. It’s the first time I’ve seen her curse; it’s so strange that it feels like those words don’t belong to her. “How can you do this to me? Yo-You are... I don’t even have words to describe you!”
“I know! I know! I’m a fucking mess, do you think I don’t know that?”
“You’re a son of bitch!” She screams again at me, pushing against my chest. “I want to punch you right now! I want to hit you until you turn into someone Irrecognizable.” She pushes me again, but I hardly budge. Although she’s angry and furious with me, I’m much bigger and stronger than her. I remain silent, watching as the trapped tears begin to flow down her face. The face that so often had been lit up with joy when she was with me, now looks defeated.
“I know... Y/N, I know.” I respond in a whisper. I stop her from pushing me again, holding onto her fist. I imagined she would use her strength against me and pull away one more time, but she doesn’t. Her silent crying takes over her body, and her shoulders shake. The pain I feel seeing her this way, knowing that I caused it leaves me frozen, but my arms move before I can think, and I hug her.
Her face aligns against my neck, and her sobs grow deeper. I open my mouth to say something, to apologize for everything I’ve caused her, but the words stick in my throat, and a voice in my head tells me that even if I tell her how sorry I am, nothing changes what I did. I hurt her, regardless. Apologies, unfortunately, don’t help much in this case.
“I’m sorry.” I say, contradicting all my thoughts. Even knowing that words don’t help at all, I say again: “I’m really sorry. Forgive me, Y/N.” I plead, closing my eyes. I feel her arms wrap around my body, bringing me a pleasure I can't even describe. How long has it been since I felt that excitement from just a hug?
“Stop apologizing.” She asks, pulling away from me. In the place of her warm body, only coldness remains in mine, with her distance. “Why did you kiss him? Why did you say all those things to me and then kissed him?”
“Because I needed to.” I clarify. Y/N opens her mouth to say something, perhaps to curse me again, but I’m quicker. “It’s over. We are nothing more than strangers now."
“How come?”
“That was the last time we were together, after almost five years. After everything, I needed this ending. I realized he no longer fits me.” I say, and not feeling the sadness I felt before, just imagining such a situation, brings me hope. Hope that I won’t have to suffer for Namjoon anymore. That I won’t have to feel anguish and pain over him.
“I don’t... I don’t know what to say.” Y/N shrugs, wiping her wet, swollen face. “But I don’t take back what I said. You really are a bastard.”
“I know.” I agree, unable to deny any of her statements. “And I also know that I hurt you, but I want to fix what I did. I want to fix all the shit I made you go through.”
“I don’t want anything from you.” She presses her lips together; those red lips I love so much, that for a second, I get lost in thought. I miss kissing her. Talking to her. Observing the little wrinkle at the corner of her right eye, every time she laughs. Not when she smiles, but when she giggles heartily. I never thought this could happen so quickly, even after Namjoon, but my heart leaps just thinking about her. Thinking about our kisses.
“Y/N, I can finally fix what I did wrong. That day I was so confused. I told you I didn't want something serious, but I did. I was scared; I just didn't want to get hurt again.” I confess to her, recalling the memories of that morning, when I turned my back on her because I couldn't bear to look into her eyes, as she left my apartment.
“Do you really think I'm going to believe all of this? After everything you've done to me? You're being a damn liar, a manipulative jerk." she grunts; I can see the anger in her eyes, the disbelief radiating from her.
“Y/N, I needed that. To finally know what I wanted.”
“You needed a kiss? You're a joke. Seriously.”
“Believe me.” I plead, my voice a whisper. I lean closer to her, holding her face in my hands. Her cheeks are flushed from crying, from the turmoil of emotions. “I want you.”
“I won’t be your consolation prize.” She whispers back, furrowing her brows. Y/N seems so determined and strong, that it's like all my words means nothing to her.
“You’re not.”
“I won’t be your second option.” She repeats, grunting at me.
“You’re none of that.” I repeat, irritated that she even thinks that way. She tucks her hair behind her ear and looks away, as if she could be saved by someone amid the darkness of the neighborhood. When she finds no one else, she sighs, biting her lips hard.
"I wish you had said all of this earlier. How can I believe anything you say now?" she asks, and unfortunately, I have no answer for that question.
"I'm sorry again," I beg, defeated. "Y/N, can I take you home? Can we talk about this somewhere else?" I ask, a bit hesitant. I want her to understand that even though I made many mistakes, I'm willing to do anything to show her how important she is to me. Y/N shakes her head, however, breaking all my hopes.
"I can't be near you. Every time I'm close, I end up losing control." She says, and I completely understand what she means. Whenever we're alone, I feel an energy between us that draws us together like an invisible magnet. I smile, agreeing with her.
"I can't control myself when I'm with you, either," I respond earnestly, and her previously sad face lights up with embarrassment.
"Jungkook, stop," she pleads, almost through clenched teeth. Her cheeks are flushed now, thanks to my words.
"I'm telling the truth. Deal with it."
"I really need to go," she changes the subject, shaking her head. Then she sighs, looking at her fingers. "I... I’ll call a taxi." She turns her back to me, before I can react.
"What? What do you mean?" I follow her again, as she walks back to Yoongi's house. Y/N looks at me, as if mentally questioning what I'm doing so close to her, but I don't care.
"Jungkook, go back to your party," she commands, walking faster.
"I'm not letting you take a taxi home at this hour. Forget it." I shrug, annoyed. She may not want to listen to me or look at my face, but nothing will convince me to let her go with a stranger in the middle of the night.
"What does it have to do with you?" she questions without looking at me, and I have to walk faster to get in front of her again. Her irritated, mocking, and sarcastic expression fades, when I look her in the eyes.
"Stop talking like that. Do you really think I don't care about you?"
"You are a—"
"I’m a jerk. I know. I just asked if you really think I don't care about you. Do you really think I don’t want what’s best for you?"
"I don’t know," she replies, shrugging. "After tonight, I can't think about anything else," she argues, furrowing her brows. I step closer to her, taking a short step forward. Her perfume, different from Namjoon's, completely captivates me. It's as if everything about her is designed to drive me crazy.
"Y/N, let me take you. My car is over there, across the street," I whisper, locking my gaze with hers, noticing how her pupils dilate when she accidentally glances at my mouth.
"I don’t know," she repeats, as if she’s fighting something internally.
"I'll take you. We don’t have to say a word to each other. You get in the car and then get out when we reach your place," I conclude, hopeful. She pauses for a moment and sighs, looking at her fingers again. It seems she's contemplating my offer for a few seconds, still uncertain.
"Okay," she says softly, as if afraid of her own decision. Her voice, once filled with anger, now sounds neutral. If I could choose any superpower right now, it would definitely be the ability to read her mind.
I clear my throat, nodding, and slowly step back from her, wary that any sudden movement might make her change her mind. My car isn’t too far away, so we walk in silence for just a minute. Yoongi's house still seems lively, with people coming and going through the main gate. I take one last look at the place, mentally thanking myself for leaving the car key in my pocket, as I glance at Y/N without saying a word. She remains silent the whole time, while I quickly open her door and then mine. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice how she pulls on her seatbelt and looks at me for a moment, as if she’s examining me.
Even under her gaze, I don’t utter a single word. My whole body feels tense, alive, electric. I dare to contemplate her, the same way she does with me, taking in her from head to toe, from her Converse sneakers to her dress that’s much larger than her body, with a small slit opening on her left leg that, for God’s sake, reveals her smooth, soft skin –the same skin I had touched and taken everything from, just days ago. I clear my throat and start the car, reluctant to leave my spot.
A sudden rain starts to wet the windshield, and I thank the universe for, even if not intentionally, give me more time with this. The entire drive is a torture and, at the same time, a source of pleasure. I keep thinking to myself that if I can’t convince her, this might be one of the last times I ever see her before I go to Seoul. I savor everything about her: her scent, her presence, her calmness amidst so many storms, trying to imprint all these details in my mind. How did I get to this point? How could I be so confused about Namjoon when I’m clearly in love with her? Obsessed with everything she does?
When her house comes into view, I swallow hard, feeling my mouth dry. I want to say so many things, yet no words seem right. I look at her face, and almost immediately, she looks at me too. We both sit in silence, listening the rain and lost in thought. Then she smiles shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Thank you for bringing me," she says, looking down. "And I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have cursed at you. I shouldn’t have said all those things. I... Jungkook, I wanted to see you hurt, just like I felt, but I had no right. I was wrong for that. I want you to be happy. I want you to be loved, no matter who you’re with." She confess, and her eyes crinkle the way only hers do, calm and serene. I open my mouth to say something, to affirm she had every right over me, but she gets out of the car before I can tell her everything. "Goodbye." She whispers with a weak smile, giving me her back and entering before the rain makes her wetter.
I stay there for a moment, frozen, breathing heavily. I look at the door of her house, and then at my mother’s, thinking that, unlike my father, I’ve always considered myself brave. I’ve always seen myself as a confident person. With everything that has happened in my life, I have never taken a step back, and I have never let fear paralyze me or hold me back from anything. I get out my car hesitantly, but I don’t stop. I walk quickly to the short steps, and ring the doorbell, freezing with cold and the water. Y/N opens the door a second later, almost as if she was waiting for me on the other side. Her face illuminated by the yellow streetlight.
"Y/N, I don’t want you to leave my life," I declare breathlessly; my heart pounding so hard it feels like it’s about to jump out of my chest. "I have no right to say this and I don’t even deserve you to listen to me, but I want you to know that since the first time I saw you, at your bedroom window, everything about you caught my attention. The way you speak, the way you look at me, how you listen to everyone as if they all deserve your attention, how empathetic you are, and how simply good you are... I can’t stop thinking about you. I talk about you to my friends, to my mother. I miss you even when we haven’t seen each other for a short time... I don’t want this to end. Us. I don't want us to end." I laugh desperately, not even knowing what I am doing, filled with hope and moments of us together in my mind. I can literally feel my blood rushing through my body, pulsing strong like never before.
"Jungkook, you—" She tries to say, but I stop her by placing my hands on her cheeks. I lean in so close I can feel her breath on my face.
"I know I’m an idiot, but I’m so damn in love with you that I deserve a second chance, just to show you that I’m worthy of you, that I can make every day, from now on, the best day of your life." I whisper, gazing into her eyes. They widen in shock and surprise. Tears form in them, and one falls onto my thumb, on the apple of her cheek.
"I’m in love with you too," she confesses in a whisper, and I have to lean in closer to assure myself that I’m not dreaming. She smiles, as if she senses my confusion. "I’m in love with you too," she confirms, just for my ears.
And I can’t hold back any longer. I can’t anymore. It's when I kiss her, so intensely and suddenly, that it takes her a few seconds to respond. Her soft lips form a sweet smile against mine, and I can't help but chuckle too, happy, content, all at once. She places her hands on my face, tenderly, and then winks at me. Her eyelashes brushing against the tops of her cheeks because of the rain.
"Come in, I don't want you to get sick from the cold," she invites me, pulling me in. Then she kisses me one more time.
Thank God for this fucking rain.
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Im having a rollercoaster emotions while reading this and how i sobbing so hard what make it worse while listening to a song ( Crossroad by Sunmi) make it more sad and hurt so much😭😭💔
I just search for the song and– omg 😭😭😭😭
Omg if the mom finds them in bed together the whole neighborhood is going to hear her scream & yell from anger 🤯
Also I thought it was hilarious how Jungkook’s friends could not hide their dislike towards Namjoon 🤣
I don't think you can imagine how her mother will really react 😢 she won't just scream 😬
Yes! Jungkook's friends can't hide when they like or dislike someone. They are just very honest 😂😂😂😂😅
She did a great job standing up to him, i’m proud of her!
If I were the OC, I still wouldn't have forgiven Jungkook, but I think that, as a character who has never stood up for herself, she did very well! ❤️ She still has a lot to learn, for sure!
When her mom finds out she is going to be so mad, Y/N needs to RUN 😰 she’s almost done with school too so she can choose where she wants to study and live hopefully if her mom doesn’t interfere
The OC's mother is really a person who will not support this relationship. The OC will truly suffer from her choices. 😬🥺😭
I love this series so much!!! When he kissed Namjoon I was like “NO JK PLEASE😭🙏🏼” lol but i’m glad he realized he was being a dummy this whole time and that OC is the one for him 👏
Thank you very much for reading ❤️ yes! It hurt me to write him kissing Namjoon, and at the same time I think it was necessary for him to see that it wasn't worth it anymore. Now he will have to show that he really likes the OC to fully win her over.
PURE ATTRACTION | JJK | TATTOO ARTIST
Pairing: TattooArtistJungkook X NaiveReader
summary: "I shouldn’t be watching a man undressing, specially not from the house next door."
Warning: angst 😭 (I know, but I promise it will pass soon) kiss, crying, Jungkook being an idiot, but regretting later (he will suffer a bit more in the next chapters, I promise) alcoholic drink, confession 😍
A/N: I know, I promised I would post this yesterday, but my internet stopped working and there was nothing I could do 🤷♀️ anyway, here it is: finally things are aligning a little bit. Spoiler alert: the OC's mother will soon find out what’s going on, and things will get ugly 😬. Speaking of which, PURE ATTRACTION is coming to an end, and I'm already thinking about new projects. I hope you can join me on this journey 🤟
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CAPITULO 11
The fright pulls me away from Y/N instantly. When I look back, it's Bora calling me. She stops walking and stares at us for a few seconds. Then she smiles in a mischievous way, almost as if we were doing something more than a near kiss. I can't ignore the bad feeling that overwhelms me when I can't achieve my goal. I know I'm confused and should avoid playing with someone else's feelings, but being apart from her these past few days, has been my greatest martyrdom.
“Sorry to interrupt.” She giggles, biting her lower lip.
“You didn’t interrupt anything.” Y/N quickly shakes her head, embarrassed. “I need to see Hayun. Is she around?”
“Yes.” Bora nods in agreement. “Jungkook, Namjoon was looking for you. Please go see him. No one can stand him anymore, seriously. It feels like a funeral over there.”
“I’ll be right there.” I sigh, feeling I have no choice. I didn't want to go, but I know I need to. I glance at Y/N one last time before heading inside Yoongi's house. I try to maintain a calm expression, but I can’t. I’m so dazed by everything happening that I can barely think straight.
Namjoon came to Busan out of the blue, and even though I have some regard for him, I didn’t want him to do it. I shouldn’t have mentioned the party to him, but I'm so used to having him in my life, I didn’t expect him to travel, just to see me. I didn’t want to do this to Y/N; she must be thinking horrible things about me—part of which are true—but before heading to Seoul, I wanted to talk to her and clear things up, not this mess that just happened. When she left my apartment that day, I spent hours in my room, echoing her words in my head.
I’m a proud person. I don’t like being wrong, and when I am, it’s hard for me to stop, breathe, and ask for forgiveness. However, that same day, I knew I needed to do it. I knew I needed to talk to Y/N and resolve everything before it was too late. Contrary to what she says, I really do like her. She makes me feel good, makes me happy... whenever I’m with her, I don’t think about anything else. My world, filled with problems and worries, becomes a world that is only hers. I wanted to say this to her, but I'm so confused about Namjoon that I'm afraid to make the situation worse and regret it even more.
As I approach the house, I see him among my friends, leaning against the wall. He seems unfazed by the grim situation, but I know he is bothered. I’ve known him for years, and I know he liked everyone before all the shit hit the fan, throwing our dreams and what we built together, in the trash. He smiles at me when he sees me, and I can’t reciprocate in the same way. The pride I once felt being with him, no longer exist.
“Is everything okay?” I ask when I reach Namjoon. He shrugs and shows me a red cup with a clear drink. It looks like water, but I'm pretty sure it isn’t.
“I’ve been better.” He explains in a slurred voice, watching Taehyung and Yoori kissing in the corner. It used to be the two of us, the lovey-dovey couple. “Is everything okay? You were with that girl for a good while.”
“I needed to talk to her.” I say honestly, feeling anxious; it’s like I’m doing something wrong when I know I’m not.
“She seems important... the way you looked at her...” He suggests, but it doesn’t seem serious. It’s as if he’s saying all this, but knows there’s no possibility of any involvement. Y/N isn’t the type of person I would have approached with interest, in the past, and Namjoon knows that.
“She is important.” I confirm, trying to stay relaxed. Namjoon bites his lip and looks at me with an expression I can't decipher.
“You’re joking, right?” He asks; his jaw tightens, waiting for a response.
“I’m not.” I shake my head; my heart pounding almost as loud as the music. “We had a connection, and she’s important to me, that's why we talked.”
“Wow.” Namjoon scoffs, drinking more of his drink. He rolls his eyes ironically, and then sighs. “You really bounce back quickly.”
“What did you expect me to do? Wait for you?”
“No, just that you’d wait until everything could align.”
“You didn’t wait, Namjoon.” My throat burns with my growl. How can he be so hypocritical? “You ended everything. You slept with that guy from your work when we were about to move in together.”
“I made a mistake. You needed one mistake to end everything.” He replies.
“I needed one mistake to realize you weren’t the right person for me.” I say, clarifying the fact for both him and me. “Love doesn’t hurt, doesn’t deceive. What you did... you just ruined everything. What are you really doing here?”
“I thought I was welcome in your life.” He argues, and it’s the first time I see pain and regret in his eyes. He steps closer to me, his short breaths hitting my face. Him being taller than me never bothered me, but now it feels like he’s a tower over me. A mountain. “I thought you still loved me.”
“I loved the person I thought you were.” I say, closing my eyes. My throat tightens and my chest feels heavy. All the good moments we had together flash in my mind. The first time I saw him, the first time we made love. The first time I said I loved him, scared that he wouldn’t feel the same, and Namjoon reciprocated, exceeding all my expectations. All of that no longer exists. The Jungkook who was crazy about him, who admired him, is just a shadow of who I am now. I loved him so much that I almost overlooked his betrayal for us to be together. I no longer see a future for us, I see nothing but emptiness.
“I made a mistake once, Jungkook. Just once.” He says with a slurred tongue. He looks drunk and sad. A bad combination.
“Namjoon, that’s enough. This is serious now. I want this to end. Go back to Seoul. Stay in your apartment. You need to forget me and move on. We’re not good for each other.”
“We can fix all this. We can move on together.”
“We can’t, because I’ve already made my decision. You no longer fit in my life.” I’ve never been so decisive as I am now. I remember, in the back of my mind, the way I feel every time I see Y/N; none of this feels right.What he did is unforgivable, and I could never trust him again. It just seems wrong. His dark eyes fill with tears, and he takes another step closer to me. His scent mixed with alcohol is still good, but doesn't draw me like three months ago.
“I can show you that you still want me. That I still have you.” He whispers, and even though I don’t want to, I close my eyes to welcome him. For the last time. Just this once, and then everything will be over.
His mouth crashes against mine with ferocity. He seems to show through his actions that he’s regretful, and I can feel it, but it’s not enough. In the midst of the kiss, I take everything from him. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him against me. Namjoon is mine, for the last time. All these years together, I thought it would be forever, but we can’t be anymore. His tongue meets mine in a wildness I recognize. I grunt between his lips as I feel his hand on my back, so forcefully that it’s as if he wants to merge with me. The kiss is sexual, but devoid of feeling. Y/N echoes in my head once again, from when we kissed in your room while her mom was knocking on the door. When our lips met, I felt so much more than just physical contact or her touch. It’s then that I realize it’s not worth it. All the suffering has passed, and I don’t need this anymore. I abruptly pull away from him. Our heavy, quick breaths mix as I stare into his eyes. He tries to get closer again, but I don't allow it. I push him away with my hands, trembling, anxious and sad.
“It’s over.” I whisper. His face contorts as if I’ve punched him. I feel sorry for him, but I can’t deceive us anymore. “It’s over. That was the last time we kissed. The last time you touched me. I didn’t end our relationship. You did.” I conclude; my voice comes out hoarse and in a grunt from deep in my throat. There’s no anger, no resentment towards him. Namjoon doesn’t respond, completely silent, and how could he?
I cover my face with my hands, and let out a sigh mixed with relief and anguish, escaping my soul. When I turn around, my eyes unconsciously go to the woman who, since I met her, changed something within me. Her eyes, however, are filled with tears; her cheeks flushed as if she’s holding back an impending cry. Only then do I realize that Y/N must have seen the kiss with Namjoon, and I can’t imagine what she must be thinking. Before I can react, she turns her back and walks away from the crowded room.
“Y/N!” I shout through the people, but my voice sounds low amidst the music. I move instinctively and hurry after her. Her body almost disappears down the hallway, but I run faster, pushing past two guys who look like they want to kill me, and a girl, who yells at me for bumping into her. None of this stops me until I manage to catch her by the arm. “Y/N, stop!”
“Let me go!” She twists her wrist, shaking her body so I’ll release her. I loosen my grip on her skin, afraid of hurting her, and she pulls away again, faster this time. She heads for the main door of the house and flings it open.
“I’m not letting you go!” I yell at her, walking faster as the facade of the house gets further away from us. “Y/N, listen to me!”
“Stop following me!” She screams at me; her usually sweet and soft voice sounds angry and hurt. I run faster until I can stand in front of her. I don’t touch her, but I don’t let her pass, using my body like a wall to block her path. “Let me through, Jungkook.”
“No.” I shake my head. Her face twists. Her nose crinkles, and her forehead furrows. I’m sure if she could hit me right now, she would.
“Let me through.” She pleads again, taking short steps that I once again block.
“No, not until you listen to me.” I say with such force that she flinches. Her angry, hardened face transforms into an ironic laugh, which fades as more tears fill her eyes. Her white, smooth neck is filled with veins, as if she’s about to burst with rage. Her breath comes fast, as if she doesn’t have enough air.
“You’re a fucking bastard, a total son of bitch. I don't want to listen anything.” She growls at me. It’s the first time I’ve seen her curse; it’s so strange that it feels like those words don’t belong to her. “How can you do this to me? Yo-You are... I don’t even have words to describe you!”
“I know! I know! I’m a fucking mess, do you think I don’t know that?”
“You’re a son of bitch!” She screams again at me, pushing against my chest. “I want to punch you right now! I want to hit you until you turn into someone Irrecognizable.” She pushes me again, but I hardly budge. Although she’s angry and furious with me, I’m much bigger and stronger than her. I remain silent, watching as the trapped tears begin to flow down her face. The face that so often had been lit up with joy when she was with me, now looks defeated.
“I know... Y/N, I know.” I respond in a whisper. I stop her from pushing me again, holding onto her fist. I imagined she would use her strength against me and pull away one more time, but she doesn’t. Her silent crying takes over her body, and her shoulders shake. The pain I feel seeing her this way, knowing that I caused it leaves me frozen, but my arms move before I can think, and I hug her.
Her face aligns against my neck, and her sobs grow deeper. I open my mouth to say something, to apologize for everything I’ve caused her, but the words stick in my throat, and a voice in my head tells me that even if I tell her how sorry I am, nothing changes what I did. I hurt her, regardless. Apologies, unfortunately, don’t help much in this case.
“I’m sorry.” I say, contradicting all my thoughts. Even knowing that words don’t help at all, I say again: “I’m really sorry. Forgive me, Y/N.” I plead, closing my eyes. I feel her arms wrap around my body, bringing me a pleasure I can't even describe. How long has it been since I felt that excitement from just a hug?
“Stop apologizing.” She asks, pulling away from me. In the place of her warm body, only coldness remains in mine, with her distance. “Why did you kiss him? Why did you say all those things to me and then kissed him?”
“Because I needed to.” I clarify. Y/N opens her mouth to say something, perhaps to curse me again, but I’m quicker. “It’s over. We are nothing more than strangers now."
“How come?”
“That was the last time we were together, after almost five years. After everything, I needed this ending. I realized he no longer fits me.” I say, and not feeling the sadness I felt before, just imagining such a situation, brings me hope. Hope that I won’t have to suffer for Namjoon anymore. That I won’t have to feel anguish and pain over him.
“I don’t... I don’t know what to say.” Y/N shrugs, wiping her wet, swollen face. “But I don’t take back what I said. You really are a bastard.”
“I know.” I agree, unable to deny any of her statements. “And I also know that I hurt you, but I want to fix what I did. I want to fix all the shit I made you go through.”
“I don’t want anything from you.” She presses her lips together; those red lips I love so much, that for a second, I get lost in thought. I miss kissing her. Talking to her. Observing the little wrinkle at the corner of her right eye, every time she laughs. Not when she smiles, but when she giggles heartily. I never thought this could happen so quickly, even after Namjoon, but my heart leaps just thinking about her. Thinking about our kisses.
“Y/N, I can finally fix what I did wrong. That day I was so confused. I told you I didn't want something serious, but I did. I was scared; I just didn't want to get hurt again.” I confess to her, recalling the memories of that morning, when I turned my back on her because I couldn't bear to look into her eyes, as she left my apartment.
“Do you really think I'm going to believe all of this? After everything you've done to me? You're being a damn liar, a manipulative jerk." she grunts; I can see the anger in her eyes, the disbelief radiating from her.
“Y/N, I needed that. To finally know what I wanted.”
“You needed a kiss? You're a joke. Seriously.”
“Believe me.” I plead, my voice a whisper. I lean closer to her, holding her face in my hands. Her cheeks are flushed from crying, from the turmoil of emotions. “I want you.”
“I won’t be your consolation prize.” She whispers back, furrowing her brows. Y/N seems so determined and strong, that it's like all my words means nothing to her.
“You’re not.”
“I won’t be your second option.” She repeats, grunting at me.
“You’re none of that.” I repeat, irritated that she even thinks that way. She tucks her hair behind her ear and looks away, as if she could be saved by someone amid the darkness of the neighborhood. When she finds no one else, she sighs, biting her lips hard.
"I wish you had said all of this earlier. How can I believe anything you say now?" she asks, and unfortunately, I have no answer for that question.
"I'm sorry again," I beg, defeated. "Y/N, can I take you home? Can we talk about this somewhere else?" I ask, a bit hesitant. I want her to understand that even though I made many mistakes, I'm willing to do anything to show her how important she is to me. Y/N shakes her head, however, breaking all my hopes.
"I can't be near you. Every time I'm close, I end up losing control." She says, and I completely understand what she means. Whenever we're alone, I feel an energy between us that draws us together like an invisible magnet. I smile, agreeing with her.
"I can't control myself when I'm with you, either," I respond earnestly, and her previously sad face lights up with embarrassment.
"Jungkook, stop," she pleads, almost through clenched teeth. Her cheeks are flushed now, thanks to my words.
"I'm telling the truth. Deal with it."
"I really need to go," she changes the subject, shaking her head. Then she sighs, looking at her fingers. "I... I’ll call a taxi." She turns her back to me, before I can react.
"What? What do you mean?" I follow her again, as she walks back to Yoongi's house. Y/N looks at me, as if mentally questioning what I'm doing so close to her, but I don't care.
"Jungkook, go back to your party," she commands, walking faster.
"I'm not letting you take a taxi home at this hour. Forget it." I shrug, annoyed. She may not want to listen to me or look at my face, but nothing will convince me to let her go with a stranger in the middle of the night.
"What does it have to do with you?" she questions without looking at me, and I have to walk faster to get in front of her again. Her irritated, mocking, and sarcastic expression fades, when I look her in the eyes.
"Stop talking like that. Do you really think I don't care about you?"
"You are a—"
"I’m a jerk. I know. I just asked if you really think I don't care about you. Do you really think I don’t want what’s best for you?"
"I don’t know," she replies, shrugging. "After tonight, I can't think about anything else," she argues, furrowing her brows. I step closer to her, taking a short step forward. Her perfume, different from Namjoon's, completely captivates me. It's as if everything about her is designed to drive me crazy.
"Y/N, let me take you. My car is over there, across the street," I whisper, locking my gaze with hers, noticing how her pupils dilate when she accidentally glances at my mouth.
"I don’t know," she repeats, as if she’s fighting something internally.
"I'll take you. We don’t have to say a word to each other. You get in the car and then get out when we reach your place," I conclude, hopeful. She pauses for a moment and sighs, looking at her fingers again. It seems she's contemplating my offer for a few seconds, still uncertain.
"Okay," she says softly, as if afraid of her own decision. Her voice, once filled with anger, now sounds neutral. If I could choose any superpower right now, it would definitely be the ability to read her mind.
I clear my throat, nodding, and slowly step back from her, wary that any sudden movement might make her change her mind. My car isn’t too far away, so we walk in silence for just a minute. Yoongi's house still seems lively, with people coming and going through the main gate. I take one last look at the place, mentally thanking myself for leaving the car key in my pocket, as I glance at Y/N without saying a word. She remains silent the whole time, while I quickly open her door and then mine. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice how she pulls on her seatbelt and looks at me for a moment, as if she’s examining me.
Even under her gaze, I don’t utter a single word. My whole body feels tense, alive, electric. I dare to contemplate her, the same way she does with me, taking in her from head to toe, from her Converse sneakers to her dress that’s much larger than her body, with a small slit opening on her left leg that, for God’s sake, reveals her smooth, soft skin –the same skin I had touched and taken everything from, just days ago. I clear my throat and start the car, reluctant to leave my spot.
A sudden rain starts to wet the windshield, and I thank the universe for, even if not intentionally, give me more time with this. The entire drive is a torture and, at the same time, a source of pleasure. I keep thinking to myself that if I can’t convince her, this might be one of the last times I ever see her before I go to Seoul. I savor everything about her: her scent, her presence, her calmness amidst so many storms, trying to imprint all these details in my mind. How did I get to this point? How could I be so confused about Namjoon when I’m clearly in love with her? Obsessed with everything she does?
When her house comes into view, I swallow hard, feeling my mouth dry. I want to say so many things, yet no words seem right. I look at her face, and almost immediately, she looks at me too. We both sit in silence, listening the rain and lost in thought. Then she smiles shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Thank you for bringing me," she says, looking down. "And I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have cursed at you. I shouldn’t have said all those things. I... Jungkook, I wanted to see you hurt, just like I felt, but I had no right. I was wrong for that. I want you to be happy. I want you to be loved, no matter who you’re with." She confess, and her eyes crinkle the way only hers do, calm and serene. I open my mouth to say something, to affirm she had every right over me, but she gets out of the car before I can tell her everything. "Goodbye." She whispers with a weak smile, giving me her back and entering before the rain makes her wetter.
I stay there for a moment, frozen, breathing heavily. I look at the door of her house, and then at my mother’s, thinking that, unlike my father, I’ve always considered myself brave. I’ve always seen myself as a confident person. With everything that has happened in my life, I have never taken a step back, and I have never let fear paralyze me or hold me back from anything. I get out my car hesitantly, but I don’t stop. I walk quickly to the short steps, and ring the doorbell, freezing with cold and the water. Y/N opens the door a second later, almost as if she was waiting for me on the other side. Her face illuminated by the yellow streetlight.
"Y/N, I don’t want you to leave my life," I declare breathlessly; my heart pounding so hard it feels like it’s about to jump out of my chest. "I have no right to say this and I don’t even deserve you to listen to me, but I want you to know that since the first time I saw you, at your bedroom window, everything about you caught my attention. The way you speak, the way you look at me, how you listen to everyone as if they all deserve your attention, how empathetic you are, and how simply good you are... I can’t stop thinking about you. I talk about you to my friends, to my mother. I miss you even when we haven’t seen each other for a short time... I don’t want this to end. Us. I don't want us to end." I laugh desperately, not even knowing what I am doing, filled with hope and moments of us together in my mind. I can literally feel my blood rushing through my body, pulsing strong like never before.
"Jungkook, you—" She tries to say, but I stop her by placing my hands on her cheeks. I lean in so close I can feel her breath on my face.
"I know I’m an idiot, but I’m so damn in love with you that I deserve a second chance, just to show you that I’m worthy of you, that I can make every day, from now on, the best day of your life." I whisper, gazing into her eyes. They widen in shock and surprise. Tears form in them, and one falls onto my thumb, on the apple of her cheek.
"I’m in love with you too," she confesses in a whisper, and I have to lean in closer to assure myself that I’m not dreaming. She smiles, as if she senses my confusion. "I’m in love with you too," she confirms, just for my ears.
And I can’t hold back any longer. I can’t anymore. It's when I kiss her, so intensely and suddenly, that it takes her a few seconds to respond. Her soft lips form a sweet smile against mine, and I can't help but chuckle too, happy, content, all at once. She places her hands on my face, tenderly, and then winks at me. Her eyelashes brushing against the tops of her cheeks because of the rain.
"Come in, I don't want you to get sick from the cold," she invites me, pulling me in. Then she kisses me one more time.
Thank God for this fucking rain.
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I just wanna say I’ve read your story so far with Jk and the oc and I fell in love with it and I couldn’t put it down. I finished all the chapters and I can’t wait for the next one. You’re an amazing writer keep on going you have so much talent. 💜🫂
PURE ATTRACTION | JJK | TATTOO ARTIST
Pairing: TattooArtistJungkook X NaiveReader
Summary: "I shouldn't be watching a man undressing, especially not from the house next door."
Warning: more religion 😬 depression, Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi appear. Jungkook in a towel 💦👅 finally a kiss (things from here happen quickly.) ATTENTION, THIS STORY IS NOT SLOWBURN.
A/N: Guys, I took a while this time for reasons of: laziness and discouragement. I wanted more people to read what I write, but I'm introverted even on the Internet, which leaves me with few alternatives to show my writing to the world. Thinking about it, I'm in trouble. Other than that, only a few days have passed, so everything is fine. Back to the story, everything starts to pick up pace. Just to repeat, the fanfic is not slowburn, so there will be smut in the next chapter. Stay tuned.
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Chapter 3
I spend the whole week riding an emotional rollercoaster. I find myself visiting my neighbor, Mrs. Jeon, more frequently than usual, and with each visit, our friendship blossoms deeper. She shares stories of her youth, of wild adventures and carefree days when she was my age. Her openness encourages me to share my own experiences–or rather, my lack of them. I recount my first disastrous kiss, confess that I've never been in love, and reveal how my once unshakeable faith in the church has wavered since my father's passing. I feel a weight lift off my shoulders; here, I am free to be imperfect, to be vulnerable, without fear of judgment.
Yet, there's one thing I keep to myself: the incident with her son, Jungkook, and the profound effect he has on me. Throughout all my visits, I never see him again. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I casually ask Mrs. Jeon where he is. She tells me that he moved and rented an apartment to avoid being a burden. He only spent the first night at home after his trip, and I remember that night well–from my window, of course–but I don't mention it. Disappointment settles in me like a stone; I long to see him again, but I focus on his mother instead. Having her to confide in is a relief, a breath of fresh air in my otherwise stifling life.
I patiently wait for her to open up about her own struggles, her depression, but she never does. I worry that I might know something I shouldn't, that perhaps she's not comfortable sharing with me. But I promise myself I'll keep her secret safe, no matter what. Today is Sunday, and I won't visit Mrs. Jeon since I'll see her at church. I'm excited–despite my mother making unnecessary comments and disturbing my peace of mind, I'll have someone to rely on.
I smooth down my dark brown dress, fixing my messy hair. I dab a bit of lipstick on my fingertips and press it onto my lips, careful not to overdo it. The truth is, I enjoy makeup, but I've never learned how to apply it properly. I feel embarrassed drawing attention to myself with bolder colors; after all, people are used to my lack of vanity. I sigh, steeling myself as I head downstairs to meet my mother.
She hasn't stopped talking about Jungkook. Unlike me, who had a good first impression, she despises him. She criticizes everything: his eyebrow piercing, his bold style, his tattoos, even the way he carries himself. I can't help but wonder if she accepted the dinner invitation just to analyze him, searching for flaws that exist only in her mind. She's been friends with Misuk since moving to town, and I want to believe–perhaps naively–that my mother doesn't have ulterior motives.
We arrive at church early, the space quiet with only a few members milling about. My mother drifts away to chat with the older congregation, and I find a seat, taking a deep breath. I scan the room for Mrs. Jeon but I don't see her. Since it's still early, I'm not too worried. I take a moment to read the Bible, reflecting on positive thoughts when I feel a gentle touch on my shoulder. I turn, and there he is–Jungkook, smiling brightly. I frown, almost convinced he's a mirage. Am I daydreaming?
"Hi Y/N, are you okay?" he asks softly, his lips brushing almost against my ear. His intense gaze locks with mine, and I'm relieved to be sitting down; my legs feel weak in his presence.
"Everything's fine," I reply, my eyes dropping to my fingers. I want to engage him, ask about his week, inquire how he's been, but the words stick in my throat. It's as though I can't act normally around him. I take a deep breath, mustering the courage to comment, "I didn't know you attended church."
"I don't," he laughs, amusement dancing in his eyes. And rightly so; considering his clothes–a heavy leather jacket, shaved sides, and a wavy fringe–it's sexy but definitely not what you'd expect at church. "I haven't been since I was a kid."
"Really? Why?" I ask, genuinely curious, my gaze drawn to his eyebrow piercing, oddly captivating.
"I didn't feel welcome," he replies simply. There's no bitterness in his voice, and I understand all too well what he means. My mother, for example, was the first to judge him based on his appearance, and I can only imagine how difficult it is to feel at home in a place where you're not embraced.
"I understand," I say, unsure of what else to add. "So, you came here to give it another shot?"
"No way," he chuckles. "Actually, my mom mentioned you two planned to meet at church today."
"That's true," I confirm.
"Unfortunately, she can't make it today. She's not feeling well."
"Is she okay?" My concern surfaces immediately.
"She's fine, don't worry. Just a headache, and she took some medicine. She'll be better soon," he assures me, his hand lightly touching my shoulder. I can't help but notice how warm and gentle his touch is. I shake my head, trying to divert my thoughts from Jungkook's hands to anything else.
"I'm relieved to hear that," I smile, noticing the church is starting to fill up.
"I'm actually inviting some friends over to my apartment, and I wanted to know if you'd like to join us," he says, brushing his fingertips against his ear, a bit shy. I'm taken aback; I didn't expect this invitation. He wants me to come over with his friends?
"And why?" I ask, surprised. It's been a while since we last saw each other, and we haven't talked much even then.
"I like you. I want you to come so we can have fun."
"If this is some kind of payment, or something like that... you really don't need to." I reply, not believing it. I don't have friends, and the thought that he wants to be with me and the people he likes seems absurd to me.
"It's not that. I'm even a bit offended." He jokes, smiling. "I really want you to come, please."
"Jungkook... I don't know."
"I swear they're nice. Every time I'm in Busan, we hang out. They're trustworthy, I promise."
"I can imagine," I reply, still hesitant. I'd have to leave church, skip the service, and ask my mother for permission to go out with him, and of course, she wouldn't allow it. No way. It's not that I don't want to; I desperately want to spend time with him. That's been on my mind all week. "I don't think it's possible; my mom..."
"I know," he interjects, as if he anticipated my response. "But what if, just this once, you say you are going to my mom's? We could say I'm taking you there when in fact, you're coming to my apartment."
"Are you asking me to lie to my mother in a church?" I can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it. He shrugs, grinning.
"God knows it's just once," he replies confidently, pouting slightly. "What do you say? Later, I can take you to my mom's whenever you want, or you can stay at my apartment since I have more than one room. You set the time and conditions."
"Jungkook..." I groan, covering my face with my hands. The thought of lying to my mother, especially to go to a guy's house, sends a wave of anxiety through me. If she finds out, I'll be in big trouble.
"Come on! It'll be fun. I promise," he pleads softly. I can't say no to him, at least not now. I nod, agreeing to the madness.
"Okay, but you're the one who's going to talk to my mom. And if I say I want to leave, you agree. No alcohol because I know you drive. Those are my conditions," I assert, trying to sound firm. He smiles and salutes me, like a soldier receiving orders, and I slowly get up, taking small steps toward my mother. I let Jungkook lead the way, my nerves creeping back as I prepare to tell a lie in this sacred place.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Eunji. Good afternoon, everyone," he greets my mom and the other church members. My mother looks utterly shocked, her eyes nearly popping out of her head as she takes in his appearance.
"Good afternoon, Jungkook," she replies, lacking enthusiasm, her gaze scanning him from head to toe. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to do a favor for my mom," he clarifies, and if I didn't know better, I'd almost believe him. "My mom asked Y/N to keep her company since my dad will be out of town for a few days. I came to pick her up."
"Really?" my mom looks at me, and I don't say anything, just nodding.
"It's true. My dad went to Daegu this weekend, and since my mom hasn't been feeling well, she asked Y/N to spend time with her. If you allow it, of course," he smiles calmly, and I brace myself waiting for my mother's response. I watch her weigh her options, glancing between Jungkook and me for what feels like an eternity before she sighs and nods.
"Alright, that's fine. Is your mom feeling okay?"
"Yes, she's getting better. Can we go now?" he asks, a hint of urgency in his voice.
"Yes, you may go," my mom sighs, placing a hand on her forehead. "It's a shame you're missing the service today, Y/N. Next week, you'll definitely come, okay?"
"Yes, mom, for sure," I agree weakly, clearing my throat and avoiding her gaze, still stunned that she let me go to Jungkook's house. Well, not his house, but is practically the same thing.
"Shall we go, Y/N? My mom is waiting," Jungkook says, raising an eyebrow. I nod, still silent, as we make our way toward the exit.
Some people stare, especially the older members, who seem shocked by Jungkook's appearance–too conservative, in my opinion. Somehow, the situation feels even funnier. Once we're sure no one can see us anymore, I burst into laughter, clutching my stomach. Jungkook chuckles too, exhaling as if he's just finished a tough exam and is finally free.
"Your mom is tough, huh?" he laughs. "I thought she was going to kill me with her eyes."
"Sorry," I say, still giggling a little. "She's like that with everyone."
"Even with you?"
"Even with me," I nod. "What do we do now?"
"Now, we go to my apartment. My friends have the key, so they're probably already there."
"Don't tell me they're all guys," I groan, suddenly anxious. I hadn't considered that he might not have any female friends, and I'd be the only girl at the apartment if that were the case.
"No, relax! I have female friends too. You'll like them," he assures me, walking toward a sleek black car parked across the street. I know nothing about cars, but I can tell this one is expensive. I feel out of place, acutely aware that Jungkook lives in a different world, one that's far removed from my own.
The tension in the car is palpable as we drive. The ride feels like it takes forever, the windows closed, and I'm intoxicated by his scent. I discreetly watch his large hands on the wheel, the way his long fingers tap rhythmically against the leather seat. I have to swallow hard to keep from drooling over him. I'm starving–not for food, but for him. All week, I've yearned to be near him, to touch him. I think I'm suffering from a Jungkook overdose, craving something I haven't even tasted yet.
I ponder whether he's aware of the effect he has on me, but I like to believe he hasn't noticed. It's easier that way. I breathe slowly, attempting to relax in my seat. It takes another ten minutes before Jungkook opens the gate to a condo with a small remote and drives in slowly. His car fits the place perfectly. Everything is stunning and upscale. I glance at my clothes and regret agreeing to come. Why did I say yes? I don't know his friends, and I don't know Jungkook that well, aside from the overwhelming attraction I feel toward him. What do I actually know about him? That he's a tattoo artist from Seoul? That he's rich and hasn't set foot in a church since childhood? I feel like I've walked into a situation that's spiraling out of control.
"Hey, Y/N, are you okay? You went quiet all of a sudden," he asks, concern etched on his face.
"I'm fine. Just feeling a bit strange," I admit.
"Why?"
"I don't know," I confess, omitting my paranoid thoughts. "I always feel like this in new places."
"I get that. I feel that way too," he tells me as we step into the parking elevator. I follow him, digesting this new revelation.
"You seem so confident and social," I comment, genuinely amazed. His big eyes meet mine as the elevator rises, floors passing by in a blur.
"I know, it seems that way. But in reality, I'm quite introverted. I have a small circle of friends and prefer it that way. I just fake it really well," he shares, and I find myself wanting to know more about the person behind the confident exterior.
"Really?" I ask, intrigued.
"Yeah," he nods, his expression earnest.
I try to respond, but the elevator stops on a floor, and Jungkook smiles at me, indicating that this is the right place. I feel one of his hands gently touch my waist, guiding me to a white door. I have to take a deep breath to keep from freaking out, my sweaty, trembling hands hidden in my pocket. I hear different music from the other side of the door before the place fully opens up to us.
"Hey, he's here! Finally, Jungkook!" I hear a male voice. It's a guy around Jungkook's age, I realize as soon as we walk in. His hair is a dark red, and his skin is pale and smooth. It's no surprise that his arms are covered in tattoos, drawings and phrases I can't read so far away. He also watches me closely, smiling warmly.
"Guys, this is YN, the one I told you about," Jungkook introduces me with a smile.
I turn red because there are at least seven people staring at me from head to toe. The apartment is well-kept, with dark wooden furniture. The living room is immaculate, with abstract paintings and photos of Jungkook and his family on the walls. I don't have much time to take everything in as my eyes focus on Jungkook's friends, who are strangers to me so far. Saying they're different from me would be an understatement.
They all have many tattoos and wear dark clothing. I sense an aura of confidence from all of them, but never hostility. It's as if they're very similar to Jungkook, with a completely different exterior from their inner selves. I relax a bit, smiling warmly and putting on my best expression.
"Nice to meet you all," I say, feeling a bit shy. They stand up and smile at me.
"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Yoongi. That's my girlfriend, Minji," says the red-haired guy, pointing to the woman who just smiles. I offer my hand, feeling his cold skin from the beer bottle he was holding earlier.
"I'm Bora, and this is my boyfriend, Jimin," one of the dark-haired women greets me next, pointing to her boyfriend. They're a good-looking couple, the kind you see in magazines. Jimin has the brightest and most open smile.
"Nice to meet you," I nod.
"I'm Taehyung, but you can call me Tae," one of the guys says, taking a sip of his drink.
"I'm Yoori, Tae's girlfriend. Nice to meet you," she winks, making me laugh.
"And I'm Hayun, the only single one in the group," one of the girls shakes my hand, pulling me into a hug. She kisses my cheek, making her presence increasingly noticeable.
"Hayun, you're only single because you want to be, come on," Bora rolls her eyes. Hayun laughs, grabbing a snack from the coffee table.
"I like being single, except when I'm surrounded by couples. Especially couples like you guys."
"Do you have a boyfriend, Y/N?" Jimin asks. Embarrassed, I shake my head.
"No," I reply. They seem surprised, making noises with their mouths.
"But Jungkook is single too, right?" The guy with dark hair says, drinking his beverage. I thinks his name is Tae, if I remember right.
"And I want to keep that way." Jungkook replys.
"Of course you do." Yoongi laughs along with his friends, rolling his eyes. I remain silent, not understanding the joke. Then Yoongi looks at me and seems to notice my confusion. "Y/N, Jungkook never dates. The only time he tried, it went so wrong that now he doesn’t want to do it again."
"It was a disaster." Yoori adds, as if telling a fictional story. Jungkook rolls his eyes, sighing, but his friend continues: "he’s been avoiding relationships like the devil avoids the cross since then."
"Really?" I ask, genuinely curious.
"It’s not true, Y/N." Jungkook smiles at me. "They’re idiots."
"That’s not a lie." Minji, who had been silent until then, clarifies. "He’s been asked out several times, and he always declines. Women go crazy for him, for some reason."
"I know what the reason is." Jimin laughs mischievously, suggesting something while raising an eyebrow. I turn red when they laugh at the joke. Jungkook doesn’t contest it, too busy eating one of the snacks on the table. "But what about you, Y/N? Have you ever dated before?"
"Never." I reply. They don't look surprised this time.
"So you're like Jungkook, who avoids relationships?" Bora asks with a laugh. I feel Jungkook's eyes on me, watching attentively for my response. I shake my head, feeling awkward.
"No, actually, it's just a lack of options," I clarify, deciding to be honest. I hold my hands together nervously.
"Now you have two options," Yoongi suggests with a chuckle. Minji hits his arm trying to stop him, but he continues: "There's Hayun, since she likes to try out a little bit of everything, like some pussy and shit."
"Oh!" I widen my eyes, shocked, as they laugh even more. It's the first time I've seen someone speak so openly like this. Embarrassed, I look at Hayun, but she doesn't seem to mind the comment, laughing with the others.
"Who would be the other option?" Taehyung asks his friend with his trademark grin.
"Our friend Jungkook, obviously," Yoongi clarifies, and I choke on the answer, coughing uncontrollably.
They laugh even more, watching me nearly suffocate from the joke. Jungkook pats my back, smiling widely. His thumb caresses the skin of my arm, waiting for me to calm down. We're so close that he inadvertently wraps one of his arms around my shoulder. I'm shocked and even more unsettled. For me, physical contact beyond my mom is rare. Hugs, affection... I'm just not used to it.
"Are you okay?" he asks amidst his friends' chatter. I nod, staring at my hands. "Sorry about Yoongi; he always makes these kinds of jokes. He doesn't mean any harm."
"It's fine," I assure him, feeling awkward, unable to look into his eyes. "I actually liked everyone."
"Really?" he asks, bringing his nose close to my hair. My whole body shivers as I realize he's smelling my perfume, giving a satisfied smile when he pulls away. "Good to know."
I stay silent, feeling his warm breath near me. Jungkook removes his arm from my shoulder, but his skin still brushes against mine when he takes off his heavy jacket, leaving him in just a T-shirt. His friends are fun and involve me in the conversation, making me feel comfortable, but the truth is that having Jungkook so close drives me crazy and I can't pay much attention. I wonder how long I'll feel this way about him. Will this strong effect never go away? This is the third time we've met, but something tells me that no matter how many times I see him-be it two times or a thousand-my heart will always race whenever he gets close and smiles at me.
I don't even notice the time passing and only realize it's late when Yoongi, Jimin and Taehyung offer to take their girlfriends home, along with Hayun, who complains about not having anyone waiting for her at her apartment. Everyone leaves until only Jungkook and I remain. He promised to take me to his mother's house if I wanted, but I'm hesitant to ask as it's quite likely Mrs. Jeon is already asleep by now.
"Y/N, do you want me to get a towel for you?" Jungkook asks, tidying up the living room. I'm confused, picking up some empty soju bottles his friends drank to throw away.
"What do you mean?"
"You're not going to stay here?" he asks, furrowing his brow.
"Not really?" I laugh, then realize I might have been a bit rude, so I rephrase my response. "I mean, I don't think so. I don't want to be a bother."
"It's no bother. If you want, you can take a shower in my bathroom and sleep in the guest room." He offers with a smile. I bite my lower lip, unsure what to decide. I want to stay here, but it's just him and me now; is it really the right thing to do? It doesn't matter, Y/N. Just for one night.
"Okay then. Do you have a toothbrush, please?"
"Of course I do. Come with me, I'll get the stuff for you to use the bathroom." He calls me with a smile and walks down the long hallway. We pass by a few doors until we reach his room. My throat goes dry as my eyes scan the new space. His bed is large and covered with a dark gray blanket. The walls are white and everything is very organized, with a laptop next to the wardrobe and a fluffy black rug on the floor. His scent is everywhere, almost as if I'm breathing him. I clutch my hands together nervously about being alone with Jungkook in such an intimate space. He reappears after going to the closet, holding a white towel and some cotton clothes.
"You can take a shower in my bathroom while I use the guest one," he says, placing the items in my hands.
"Jungkook, that's not necessary..."
"Don't worry. I want you to be comfortable." He says before I can argue. His satisfied smile makes me not deny it again, happy to receive so much care from him. I just nod, agreeing. "The toothbrush is in the cabinet by the sink, in the package. You can open it, okay?"
"Okay, thank you very much." I smile before he walks down the hallway. I head to the door leading to the bathroom and sneak into the new space. I start thinking Jungkook has no flaws.
The place is as clean as the rest of the apartment, which makes me curious; does he clean everything himself, or does he hire someone to keep it tidy? I slowly take off my dress, grabbing my phone to text my mom and let her know I'm okay. I feel bad for lying, but the night was so good that I can't truly regret it. If I had to lie, to meet these same people, I would do it again. Thinking this surprises me, because just a few hours ago, I didn't think this way. The shower has a strong hot jet of water that massages my whole body, and it's so good that I have to convince myself to finish the shower and put on the clothes, trying to be done before Jungkook.
I brush my teeth quickly, smelling my skin that's still male fragrant with the liquid soap. I smile at myself in the mirror, brushing my hair with my fingers, trying to manage the unwashed strands. I open the bathroom door carefully, trying not to make too much noise and disturb the neighbors at this hour, when I see Jungkook again, this time only in a towel. I hold onto the doorframe, barely able to stand. A voice in my head tells me I shouldn't be watching him naked again and that I should turn around, go back into the bathroom, and pretend nothing happened, but I can't. I simply can't anymore. His muscular, wet back is in my field of vision as he searches for clothes. At that moment, my brain turns to mush and I decide to say what's been stuck in my throat.
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" I muster the courage to ask him but I regret it immediately. What the hell am I doing? Jungkook turns slowly and the view from the front is a thousand times better than from the back. His whole body glistens in the light of the room, and his tattoos have never been so vivid. His body is muscular, virile and strong. I gonna lose my mind! Feeling new sensations I've never experienced for anyone before.
"Y/N?" He whispers my name with that soft voice he used when we first met. He doesn't seem surprised or embarrassed, which makes me even more unsettled.
"You're doing this on purpose, Jungkook?" I ask again. I have no idea where I got such courage and I don't know how long it will last. My heart feels like it's going to leap out of my chest. My whole body is on edge and sweating. I feel my hands trembling as I swallow hard. "You're trying something? I mean... you're not wearing clothes again and..."
"What do you think, Y/N?" he retorts suddenly, with a hoarse, deep voice. His eyes wander from my head to toes, as he raises an eyebrow along with his piercing, with a smirk at the corner of his mouth. My legs turn to weak twigs immediately, ready to collapse.
"I-I don't know." I stammer as he takes one step, then two and three, getting closer and closer to me.
"When I arrived from my trip to Busan, on the first day, I was tired and exhausted," he tells me, taking another step. I start to run out of breath, anxious and aroused. My cheeks flush as he speaks more slowly. "All I wanted was to rest and sleep the whole night, but that night I couldn't, not for an hour. Do you know why?"
"N-no..." I moan softly as his chest presses against mine. His warm, wet skin makes contact with mine, and I no longer know where I begin or end, pressed against his body. His pink lips curl into a wicked smile, as if he knows exactly what he's doing to me and it's all intentional. I shiver as his free hand moves up my wrist and grips the back of my neck firmly, making my eyes focus on his mouth and then his dark, deep eyes.
"A woman, next window, taking off all her damn clothes, completely shameless," he growls, pulling my neck closer to his face and pressing his lips to my ear. My spine tingles as I feel his teeth on my earlobe, in a bite that doesn't hurt but damn, it makes me shiver. My body contracts once and twice, and I know exactly what I'm feeling now: desire. The kind I feel occasionally when I try to touch myself alone and can't reach climax. The feeling I only have when I'm alone and confortable in my bed, trying to use my imagination even with the lack of real experience, but this is real, and it is infinitely better than what my mind could create.
"It was an accident, Jung..." I try to say, but my voice doesn't come out. The tip of his nose travels along a sensitive spot behind my ear, one I didn't even know existed, slowly moving down my jawline, discovering new paths. His hand tightens around my waist, keeping me in place, immobile.
"It may be that you didn't notice, Y/N, but I know you were watching me, even while I was undressing, even when you had every opportunity to stop." He argues with a smile, as someone who knows what they're doing and enjoys seeing the result. "And you know what's worse...? The worst thing is knowing the effect you have on me. From the first time I saw you in my house, with your innocent and curious eyes. I can't get you out of my damn head. Your mouth, your scent..."
"J-Jungkook... please." I beg, closing my eyes tightly. And I know what I want. I want him, since the first time I saw him. Since my eyes met his, I desired him so strongly that I couldn't think straight. He pulls away just a little, and I almost moan in a plea for him not to go. He sighs, pressing his forehead to mine.
"Can I kiss you, Y/N?" he asks in a very soft voice, and I nod because, despite all the things I believe in–God, hell, heaven and even my mother–nothing has ever been as adored as Jungkook. Since I met him, inexplicably, I only think about him, like a spell unable to contemplate of any other answer besides yes. I look at his eyes as they travel to my mouth, and I lower mine to his, exhilarated by that pink that only exists in him.
I move closer, my lips almost touching his, feeling the warmth of his breath. "Just kiss me, please." I murmur scared of what I'm doing; temptation clear in every word. And then he does.
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PURE ATTRACTION | JJK | TATTOO ARTIST
Pairing: TattooArtistJungkook X NaiveReader
Summary: "I shouldn’t be watching a man undressing, specially not from the house next door."
Warning: Angst 🥺 conversation about suicide, depression, uncertainty about oneself, Misuk being the best character of all 🫶 Namjoon finally makes an appearance (he appears a little, but then a little more, I promise) Jungkook being an idiot – forgive him, for he doesn't know what he's doing.
A/N: I'm back!! First, I wanted to thank you all for the affection I've been receiving. Thank you so much for the messages and interactions! If you want to send non-anonymous messages, I even prefer it, because I can follow you 🥰 Pure Attraction is a not very elaborate story, I know, but it has become an important part of my life, so I thank you for reading all these chapters, you don't know how much this means. Without further ado, here is the chapter.
P.S.: Later, still today, I will post the next chapter 🤌
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Chapter 10
The journey back home has never felt so long. Minutes pass, yet it feels as if the clock's hands are stuck. I try to take a deep breath, but I can't. My head is filled with memories, occasions when I could have done something different. I was so foolish, so stupid. Filled with regret, I can't even look at myself in the reflection of the window. I remember my father, my mother, and I wonder what they would say if they knew I made a mistake with no way to turn back. My eyes fill with tears, almost instantly, for the fourth time today alone. Mrs. Jeon remains silent, looking through the coffee table of her house.
She sighs and gaze at her own hands before locking eyes with me, as if she understands me in some way. But I don’t know if anyone could comprehend what I’m going through at this moment. I feel... used. As if, even with my consent, Jungkook took advantage of me, of my innocence and of my inexperience. At the same time, I can't place all the blame on him. I made a mistake, I should have been more cautious and I let him inside of my life.
"Are you okay?" Misuk asks, almost in a whisper. I try to shake my head and force a smile, but I can't. She sways her hair and clicks her tongue nervously. "I can't believe Jungkook did this to you, dear. He’s my son, but I don’t agree with any of this."
"He’s not the only one to blame," I deny; I barely recognize my own voice, weak and trembling.
The last time I saw myself this way was when, during a difficult year, I didn't want to visit my father's grave, and my mother opposed it. The anguish is different, but equally overwhelming.
"Can you explain how you two got so… close?" she questions. "I mean, it hasn’t been long since he came to Busan. Did you have many opportunities to talk?"
"A few." I shrug. That doesn’t matter now. I’m angry and don’t want to talk to anyone. I want to lock myself in my room and pretend everything was a terrible nightmare. "Sorry, I don't even know where to begin. I feel awful."
"You can talk to me."
"You’re his mother."
"I am." She smiles, placing a hand on mine, gently caressing my skin. I immediately feel a maternal love and care I haven’t experince in years. My crying intensifies as I realize that the person I need right now isn’t with me—my mother. Even if she were here, she wouldn’t help. She would judge me, make me feel bad about my mistakes, just as she has done in the past, and I don't need this right now. "Y/N, I’m Jungkook’s mother, but I understand what you’re going through. You have no idea."
"What do you mean?" I frown, confused. Her dark eyes fill with tears, just like mine.
"When I was around your age, I fell in love with a man. He was two years older, and so handsome. He seemed like a dream, someone so different from me, yet so similar—almost like he was a part of me." She tells me looking ahead, as if she could see the memories playing out before her. "He is Jungkook’s father. He was my first love."
"What do you mean?" I whisper. "Mr. Jeon isn’t Jungkook’s father?"
"He isn’t." She shakes her head. "That’s why I say I understand you. It was the first time I fell in love with someone. It was also the first time my trust was broken. When he found out I was pregnant, he left. I was alone, working a part-time job I didn’t even like, that paid poorly and had no support. Those were the worst years of my life."
"Misuk, I don’t know what to say," I respond, with a knot in my throat. She had never shared this while we talked about the past. But I understand her, in a way. It must be hard to relive those memories, and even harder to confide them to someone.
"You don’t have to say anything. I, after all this time, have moved on. The fear of being abandoned, however, still hasn’t healed, even with twenty-six years gone by." She smiles again, but I know she’s more hurt than she wants to show. "Dear, I care about you. I love you like a daughter, even. You’ve been with me during these days, and we’ve grown so close. I see parts of myself in you. The way my mother treated me, the absence of my father. It’s all so similar. That’s why I say I understand you."
"It all happened so… suddenly." I comment to myself, looking down. The shame of crying, and the shame of what I did, prevent me from looking her in the eyes. "I know I should have been more careful, but I was so happy... I don't get it."
"Jungkook, being more experienced than you, should have talked to you, asked what your expectations were, and told you what his intentions were. If he didn’t want something serious, a commitment, he should have warned you." She argues, not letting me continue. It’s as if she wants to lift the guilt I’m feeling, and I'm really thankful for that.
"Yes, but I was so naive. I was a fool to think he could like me the same way I like him." I groan, covering my face as more tears come. My chest hurts just remembering him. His kisses, his touches. He was so gentle with me, treating me like no one else ever had. He listened to me, and that was enough for me.
"Did you... did you have sex?" Misuk asks, running her hand along my back in a comforting gesture that soothes my pain, at least a little.
"I-I... Misuk..."
"It’s okay. You can trust me. You can open up and tell me." She smiles, without judgment. I just shake my head embarrassed, exposed, somewhat humiliated.
"We did it last night. It was very sudden." I try to explain, even if I don’t have many words to do it.
"Was it your first time? Is that why Eunji thinks you slept at my house? She said that yesterday, and I didn’t understand."
"Yes, but that night was the first time I slept at his apartament and we hadn’t done... you know."
"You hadn’t had sex, just other things." She concludes with a smile, tucking my hair behind my ear.
My cheeks burn, even when I try not to. It’s very difficult to talk about this kind of subject, even with Misuk, because I never had anyone to talk to when I was a teenager. My view of sex always came from books, whether educational or romantic.
"That’s it." I confirm, shaking my head.
"Are you in love?" Mrs. Jeon asks me when a silence falls between us.
I take a moment, reflecting about the question as if it were the most difficult one of my life. What does it mean to be in love? Is it feeling a flutter in your chest every time you see the person? Is it having a wild rush of energy that courses through your body uncontrollably? Is it standing still and feeling your heart race a thousand miles an hour? Is it missing that person and wanting to hear from them every day? If that’s the case, then yes, I’m in love. The realization of this fact hurts me even more. It makes me feel weaker. How could I be so foolish? How could I think someone would be interested in me when no one else had?
A flood of memories overwhelms me. If I had known I’d feel this pain, I would have never gotten close to Jungkook. I would have shut my window the first time I saw him, and never opened up again.
"It’s okay." She reassures me, hugging me. I hug her back, trying to purge the feeling of rejection that’s almost lodged in my chest.
"He just turned his back on me. He didn’t even see me when I left. It’s as if he got what he wanted and then I wasn’t worth the effort anymore." I vent, hurt, too wounded to stop the words pouring out.
"Jungkook is a fool." She shakes her head, pressing her lips together. "At the same time, he’s stuck in this messed-up relationship. I’ve told him millions of times that they’re not good for each other. I told him that true love doesn’t hurt, doesn’t deceive, but he’s stubborn like no one else."
"Does he really talk to his ex?" I ask, hoping it’s not as I imagine. That maybe they talk, but not as much as I’ve put in my head.
"The last time we talked about this was two days ago. He told me Namjoon called him, and they had a conversation for twenty minutes. He’s very deluded." She shakes her head, angry. Two days ago we were texting. I know we had no commitment and hadn’t established anything, but to me it’s worse to know he didn’t respect this moment. That it didn’t mean anything to him. While I melted over our messages and smiled like a fool for his attention, he was with his ex, doing the same with someone else.
"Did Namjoon really cheat on Jungkook? Why does he still try? Why does he still talk to him?"
"Namjoon was his first boyfriend. They were together for almost five years, and at one point, they practically lived together. When Jungkook was alone in Seoul, working in a tattoo studio, he met Namjoon and fell in love almost at first sight. He was very shy, introverted, with few friends in the new city. I think that helped them form a strong connection." Misuk explains. She seems to know a lot about the situation, as if she followed everything in detail, even from a distance.
"Have you ever met him... I mean, have you met Namjoon?" I ask, hesitant. My heart races for some reason. My hands feel cold with anxiety.
"Yes." She nods, sighing. "He’s a great guy, I can’t deny that. He works at a book publishing company, very intelligent and kind. I think that’s why Jungkook fell for him. At the same time, Namjoon is someone who wants more. He wants to achieve other things, and when the relationship got in the way of his goals, he didn’t think twice before stepping on everything they built together. Jungkook was devastated."
"How long ago was that?"
"About three months." She says; her body suddenly tenses. "That’s when I tried to take my own life."
"Mrs. Jeon... Jungkook told me what happened." I say, not really knowing if it’s right to tell her the truth. But it’s the first time she’s opened up about the subject, and I don’t think it’s fair, especially now that she told me so much about her past, to hide this from her. Her eyes widen, and then she smiles awkwardly.
"He really is an idiot. He must have told you to keep an eye on me." She says, shaking her head as if recalling her son’s actions, however she doesn't seen to hold any resentment towards him, regarding this. "He’s always been very careful. Always very protective. Jungkook has his flaws, but I think I understand why you fell for him. He’s stubborn but takes care of those he loves. I feel guilty for, even unknowingly, adding this weight to his shoulders. I’ve been feeling better now."
"Are you really okay?" I ask, somewhat uncertain.
"I am. I’m taking my medication, going to therapy, and visiting support groups once a week. Sometimes when I feel bad, I seek comfort. I know that ending my life isn’t an option. I don’t want to leave my son alone." She states. I search her eyes for any hint of untruth, anything that tells me she’s not okay, but I find nothing. I’m glad to know that, at least she, is evolving and improving. "But you know what’s making me feel better, Y/N?"
"What?" I ask, eager to know the answer. Whatever it is, I need an urgent dose of what is making her feel better.
"You." She smiles; more tears appear in her eyes, this time from happiness. "You’ve made my days better. I want you to know you can count on me. For everything." She confesses. Her voice deepens as I break down again.
"Thank you so much." I say sincerely. I have a friend. I have someone I can count on, and that brings me such a great relief that it feels like I could die.
"It’s okay. No more crying Y/N." She gets up from the couch, smiling. She raises her arms and wipes her face with her shirt. "Dear, tell me. Did you use protection? Did you take precautions?"
"No." I flush at the confession, feeling like a child who has no idea of the consequences of her actions. "He went out to buy a morning-after pill, but you arrived and..."
"It’s fine. Don’t worry." She holds her hands up, as if all of this doesn’t matter. "You don’t need to explain. I know that in the heat of the moment, you don’t think about anything. That’s why I had Jungkook when I was twenty." She laughs, making me feel even more embarrassed. "I’ll buy you a pill. Don’t worry; everything will be fine."
"Mrs. Jeon, you don’t have to. I'm going to do it."
"I don’t want to be a grandma so young, Y/N." She jokes, making me laugh too. "And it’s not a problem at all. I want to see you well, and that’s what matters."
"Thank you." I express my gratitude. Not just for the pill, but for everything. Even though it hurts, being here with her alleviates, at least a little, the torment I’m feeling.
"You don’t need to thank me. Everything will be okay." She assures me, and I accept it. I pray to God that all of this I’m feeling will soon come to an end.
"Y/N, what are you doing here?" I hear a voice behind me. I don’t look right away, afraid to fall.
Since the library shelves are very high, I usually use a mobile ladder to organize the books, so before I make sure who it is, I carefully step down the rungs. When I finally reach the ground, I regret coming down. It’s Hayun, Jungkook’s friend. Not because of her, of course, as I enjoyed meeting her, but because of him, who has kept me awake for the past three days.
"Are you okay? It’s been a while since we last saw each other." She smiles. She approaches and kisses my cheek suddenly. She seems to genuinely like me, and I’m grateful for that. Her outgoing personality couldn’t be better right now. My energy, ever since that argument happened, has been dwindling.
"I’m okay." I say, putting on my best smile. "And you? How have you been?"
"Busier every day. With the move and everything."
"You’re moving?" I ask, curious.
"Yes, didn’t Jungkook tell you?" She asks, and just the mention of his name makes my chest ache. The crying and tears have passed, but I’m far from normal with everything that happened. He hasn’t sent me any messages, and I can’t stop thinking that somehow, I was just a conquest for him. A night of sex that is already forgotten.
"No, he didn’t tell me. We haven’t... talked."
"Seriously? He’s been talking a lot about you." I raise an eyebrow, startled.
"What do you mean? What has he said?" The words fly out of my mouth before I can control myself. Hayun laughs, as if she notices my sudden interest.
"He says random things. That you like to read, or that you’re in college and you cook well. Random stuff like that." She comments, approaching one of the shelves to take a look at a book. "Anyway, I’m moving soon. Me and the guys, we’re all going to Seoul."
"With Jungkook?" I bite my lower lip, intrigued.
"Yeah, I’m from Seoul and wanted to go anyway, but we’ve been talking about everyone moving there for years. We were just waiting for Bora and Taehyung to finish college." She closes the book and puts it back, shrugging. I nod in agreement. Good for them. It feels like I’ll be the only one stuck here, stagnant for the rest of my life. I feel bad. I should make a list of topics I can’t discuss without feeling like a fraud. Damn it.
"That’s great... Hayun, I have to go now. I’m working. But it was nice to see you again." I say sincerely. It’s like seeing her again makes me a little closer to Jungkook. I don’t want to think about him, yet simultaneously, I can’t get enough of him. I’m going to go crazy.
"It was nice to see you too, really." She says, smiling. "I don’t want to bother you or anything, but before you go... I wanted to ask, are you going to the party tonight?"
"What party?" I frown, confused.
"The celebration. The studio opened, and we’re having a party at Yoongi’s house. It’ll be the last one before we move to Seoul. What do you think?" She grabs my arm, full of excitement. I shake my head immediately, flustered. Jungkook probably hasn’t told his friends what happened between us, and I don’t know if I should be sad or happy about that.
"I can’t, really." I respond, trying my best expression.
"Come on! Let’s go, Y/N, it’ll be fun. It’s for Jungkook. It’s important to him."
"It’s precisely because of him I’m not going." I whisper to her, softly. Hayun stops smiling and glares at me intently.
"Did something happen? You can tell me. Did the idiot do something to you?"
"He didn’t do anything." I half-lie, half-try to hide. Him sleeping with me while still talking to his ex isn’t exactly a huge thing. We hadn’t established anything serious yet. Though, in my head, he is wrong in any case.
"If he didn’t do anything, you should go. He’s really happy about the studio. He worked for about four years to save the money he needed."
"Hayun..." I sigh, embarrassed. "Actually, something did happen. I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to go. It’s to avoid ruining his night that I’m saying no." I finish, somewhat nervously. My body trembles with sadness and bitterness.
"Hey, you can count on me. I won’t tell the idiot anything you say. I’m a jerk, but not a bad friend." She rolls her eyes, clapping her hands together. I chuckle helplessly. She’s funny. I had forgotten this little detail.
"Alright, but I’ll be brief. I really need to get to work." I say. Hayun nods silently in agreement. "Jungkook and I did have a thing."
"I knew it!" She exclaims, in the middle of the hallway. Since it’s a library, her loud voice echoes throughout the place, drawing the attention of the few customers to us. I laugh in despair, covering my mouth with my hand. "Sorry, I spoke too loud. But I knew it! the way he talks about you... he likes you."
"I don’t think he likes me that much." I whisper, losing my smile. "He doesn’t want commitment, and that’s why we drifted apart. He still seems to care a lot about his ex."
"Namjoon." Hayun grunts his name without enthusiasm, rolling her eyes. Her once cheerful face, suddenly tightens. "I know. I liked him until I found out what he did to Jungkook. No one has spoken to him since."
"Yeah. Well. That’s why I think it’s better not to go. I want this to be a good moment for him, anyway. I don’t want to cause any discomfort." I vent, gathering my hands that get sweaty, every time I think about this topic. I have to swallow hard to avoid more tears and appearing like a fool in front of his friend.
"I still think you should go. You won’t ruin anyone’s night; I’m sure of that. And it's Yoongi’s house, it’s not like you can’t go." The brunette argues.
"Even so, the party is for him."
"Y/N, Jungkook won’t be in Busan for long. Don’t you think it’s better for you to talk, whether to end whatever it is you have, so you can both move on without resentment?" She suggests, making me think.
I shake my head for the tenth time in this conversation. I don’t know if it would be a good idea. It’s the first time I’ve ever had feelings for someone, and I don’t know if to end what I feel, I should talk to him. My romantic experiences are based on books, and in books, the heroines are never rejected. Just imagining even for a second, if I go to this party Jungkook will show discomfort or indifference, makes me panic. A strong shiver runs through my whole body with the thought.
"I don’t know if it’s a good idea." I reply, shrugging. Hayun sighs, tapping her boot on the wooden floor.
"Okay. Let’s do this: you’ll go. Stay for five minutes. If you see it’s better not to force things and forget all of this, I’ll take you home myself." She says, putting her hands together as if in prayer.
"You’re quite persistent, huh." I murmur, laughing. I roll my eyes, reflecting. Should I talk to him? Should I give myself a chance to hear him out and maybe understand his side? Even if we don’t end up together, and I end up sad, wouldn’t it be better to finish whatever it is we had, so I can move on?
For the past three days, all I could think about was him. There hasn’t been a single hour where I could relax, read, or watch something like I always did. I sigh, groaning. Then I nod my head, still unsure. My mother is still out of town, and that gives me a little more freedom than usual. Hayun lets out a high-pitched scream and bounces around, hugging me. It’s as if with my decision alone, I’ve made her day happier.
"You’re going to love it! Yoongi’s parties are always so much fun." She assures me with a confidence I don’t have. I went to a party once, and I remember hating everything. Both the music and the people.
"I hope so." I laugh, not very sure about what I’m doing. I want to give up on this idea because it makes no sense, and at the same time, I want to show that I’m brave. That I can face my fears. I don’t want to run away of everything forever.
I can do this!
I can’t do this. I can’t do this!
I look at my outfit and feel like going back outside, running after the taxi I took to get here. My long dress, made of thick fabric, has nothing to do with what these people wear. It’s as if I live on another planet, literally. The music is upbeat, playing from two speakers in the middle of the room. It’s good, considering the bizarre things I’ve heard out there. The lights are all purple, giving the place a sensual and enigmatic look. There are many people, and none of them I know. On one hand, I thank God for not running into Jungkook. On the other, I wish he’d appear before me out of nowhere, just so I could put an end to all of this, once and for all.
But what would I say? You’re a bastard, Jungkook. You didn’t promise me anything, but actions speak louder than words. Your actions didn’t show me you still loved your ex. I could say all of that, but how would it help me? Being honest with myself, I came because I felt afraid that, that morning, three days ago, would be the last time I would see him. The last time I could look into his eyes and feel his presence. I am truly in love, and I don’t want to hold onto another regret in my life.
I look side to side, trying to find Hayun, but in the middle of so many people, it’s hard to recognize anyone. I walk through the room, bumping into a few women. They don’t mind, though. I don’t know the environment very well, but the further I get from the crowd, the more I can enter the open backyard, which has a huge pool. Hayun sent me the address an hour ago; maybe if I called her, I could find her more easily. When I take my phone out of my small bag, determined to complete the call, I spot a red-haired figure that catches my attention. Yoongi. It must be him. I walk slowly towards his group of friends, feeling apprehensive, afraid of accidentally colliding into Jungkook.
"Y/N! Over here!" I confirm my suspicions when Hayun waves her arms in the air, as she recognizes me despite the low light. I smile faintly, walking closer to everyone. They all seem unbelievably beautiful, well-dressed, with an air of excitement that I don’t possess. "You made it! I thought you got lost."
"I took a taxi. It’s just far from where I live." I apologize, shrugging.
"Don’t worry. I haven’t had anything to drink. If you need anything, I’ll take you home, okay?" She smiles, placing her sunglasses on the top of her head. Hayun looks prettier when she does that. "Guys, look who’s here. Y/N!"
I shake my head, greeting them. They seem happy to see me, which relieves 50% of my worries. My stiff and tense shoulders, from imagining scenarios where none of them wanted to see me. I’m relieved to realize that this isn’t happening in reality.
"Y/N, how are you?" Bora kisses my cheek, just like the other girls. Yoongi, Jimin and Taehyung nod, sipping something from their cups.
"I’m good." I smile, feeling awkward. I look around for Jungkook, but he’s nowhere in sight. At least not as far as I can see. "It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other."
"Right? What have you been up to, Y/N?" Yoori, Taehyung’s girlfriend, asks. I open my mouth to respond, but I don’t have much to say.
"I’ve been working a lot." I say, honestly. Partly because it’s true, and partly because I don’t know how far I can tell. Do Yoongi, Jimin or Taehyung know that I was with Jungkook? I’m so paranoid about this I can hardly look them in their eyes.
"She works at the Dongseo University bookstore. When I went to pick up some books, I found her there." Hayun circles her arm around my shoulder, smiling. I nod in agreement. "Y/N, Jungkook is around here; he went to get something to drink." She whispers the last part in my ear, trying to keep everyone else from hearing, and with all this noise, it’s not too hard.
My breath catches when I think I might run into him at any moment. My heart beats like it’s going to burst out of my chest, and my legs feel like jelly from so much nervousness. When I think of a mantra to calm me down and finally face things like a normal person, head held high, I see him coming toward his friends, not really seeing them. It’s as if he’s so lost in thought that he can’t see anyone a foot in front of him. Hayun beside me suddenly gasps. She mutters something near me, and I only feel her tense body, because she is pressed against mine. Everyone looks at Jungkook with expressions of discomfort that I can't quite understand.
"Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t... I didn’t know." She says, shaking her head. I frown, confused. What’s happening?
"What’s wrong? Is everything okay?" I ask, anxious, feeling all kinds of emotions at once.
"That guy next to Jungkook." She says, discreetly pointing to a very handsome man, just a few inches taller than him. "That guy is..."
"Namjoon? What’s he doing here?" Jimin questions, crossing his arms over his chest, interrupting his friend. My eyes widen as they approach. My whole body pulls back, and I want to disappear. To be swallowed by the earth and never inhabit this world again. But it’s too late. Jungkook is already here. And his dark, big eyes grow wider when they see me.
"Y/N?" He asks, confused.
Fuck.
"J-Jungkook. Hi." I nod my head. The fear of making any move and embarrassing myself in front of everyone, is overwhelming. The fear that he might just ignore me and pretend I don’t exist, is even greater. I swallow hard, frozen in place. I can’t even greet him properly.
Jungkook doesn’t move either. He stares at me in a static way, and everyone in the group seems to notice. Even Namjoon, his ex-boyfriend. He’s handsome. With his black hair, lean strong body, and a masculine perfume that exudes confidence. My insecurities about myself intensifies. If I had known he would be here, I would have never come. I was a fool to think this would be a good closure. Jungkook hasn’t wanted to talk to me for the past three days. Why would he want to talk to me now? The urge to cry returns, and I’m tired of this situation.
"I didn’t know you’d come, Namjoon." Hayun says beside me, still with her arms around my shoulders. I lower my head, embarrassed.
"I decided at the last minute. I had to come to support Jungkook." He smiles, and he’s even more attractive when he does, forming charming dimples on his cheeks.
"Wonderful." Yoongi grins, but I have the feeling it’s not very sincere. His dark eyes show feelings far from happiness. "I hope you came to stay for a short time. I don’t want certain people in my house."
"Yoongi!" Jungkook scolds his friend, and my throat tightens. Is he defending his ex-boyfriend? Doesn’t he realize the gravity of what Namjoon did? He cheated on him!
"Don’t worry." He places a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder and squeezes it with an intimacy that makes me extremely uncomfortable. "I came just to see you; I won’t stay long, anyway."
"He was kidding." Jungkook clarifies to him, his voice somewhat hoarse. Then he lowers his head and looks at me again. His eyes are so intense that I have to take a deep breath, struggling to breathe normally. "Actually, I need to talk to Y/N."
"What?" I ask, surprised. My body tenses up again, stiff. Hayun lets out a small smile that everyone notices, and shakes her hair, almost as if the whole situation were a movie, and she’s the spectator.
"I told you it would be a good idea for you to come." She says, and her voice is so loud that it’s as if she wants everyone to hear, especially Namjoon, who bites his lips and watches me. His gaze is enigmatic. I can’t tell if he feels anger or discomfort. Or neither.
"Hayun, please..." I whisper. "And Jungkook, I was actually leaving."
"You weren’t." Hayun argues, furrowing her brow. "You just got here, and you’re staying. You’re welcome here."
"I don’t know..."
"Please, Y/N, I wanted to talk to you. Stay a little longer." Jungkook whispers, biting his rosy lips. His face looks sad, but I can’t believe it’s because of me. If he liked me, even a little, he wouldn’t be standing next to his ex with almost an intimate proximity. I can’t understand him. Not at all.
"Okay." I agree, uncomfortable with everyone watching us, as if we’re animals in a zoo. I don’t want to imagine what they’re thinking.
"Namjoon, I’ll talk to Y/N. I’ll be back soon." He smiles faintly, looking at the dark-haired man. Namjoon just nods and gaze at me one more time.
"Okay. No problem. I’ll stay here with your friends." He says, and I catch a glimpse of Jimin sighing as he takes a large gulp of his drink.
We move away from the group in silence. His hand approaches the end of my back, but he doesn’t touch me. My brain feels like it’s going to fry. There’s so much I want to say, and at the same time, so much that isn’t worth saying. I feel so bad. The way he said he would return to his ex is one of those reasons. Why does he stay in this relationship? Doesn’t he realize he would be happier if he just distanced himself from Namjoon? But that’s my opinion, and he clearly doesn’t think that way. We approach a tree, further away from the party, in the backyard. I lean my back against it, fearing I won’t have strength in my legs. I can’t even look him in the eyes. I don’t have the courage for that. We stand in silence for a few seconds, but it feels like an eternity.
"Are you okay?" He asks me quietly. If he weren’t so close and we weren’t so far from the music, I wouldn’t be able to hear him.
"I am." I respond, trying to form a smile that isn’t real. "And you?"
"Yeah." He smiles too; he tosses his hair back, closes his eyes and sighs, watching me. "You look very beautiful."
"Thank you." I say, feeling awkward. I don’t feel beautiful; I feel terrible.
"Y/N, I don’t know what to say." He says, placing his hand on the trunk of the tree, behind me. His scent invades my nose whether I like it or not. I have to use all my self-control not to respond to any of his movements. "I haven’t been well since that morning. I don’t feel good."
"You don’t feel good." I repeat his words, finding it amusing. He doesn’t feel good? Seriously?
"You may not believe it, but I had to hold myself back from calling you."
"You could have called." I shrug, speaking. My voice sounds ironic, but I can’t be any different. I’m angry. So angry and sad. It’s as if all the bad feelings are inside my chest right now.
"I could, but I shouldn’t. I wanted to take some time to think, and you needed that too." He argues, furrowing his brow. "I want you to know that Namjoon is here, but I didn’t know he would come. It was a surprise to me too."
"You must have been thrilled." I respond with a not-so-happy smile. Jungkook runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek, and tightens his jaw, irritated.
"I wasn’t thrilled. I’m not happy, if that’s what you're saying."
"Jungkook... I get it. You want to be with him. I may be inexperienced, but I can read the situation. You don’t need to explain yourself to me. There’s nothing to explain. I just came because I wanted to say I’m happy for you. To congratulate you. Just that."
"You didn’t come just for that." He says in denial. "I can see it in your eyes."
"You know me so well, don’t you?" I respond ironically, trying to hide the extent to which I’m affected. I want to leave. I shouldn’t have come to this party. I shouldn’t be here with him.
"Y/N, please..."
"Jungkook, what are you doing here with me?" I lose my patience, finally reaching my limit. I push away from the tree, my stomach churning. "Why aren’t you with him? With Namjoon? I’m not important to you, so why are you pretending like I am?!"
"I already told you to stop acting like you know me better than I know myself." He grunts, his face reddening with anger.
"It doesn’t matter what you say. I’ve already told you: actions speak louder than words, and you’ve proven that to me since that morning. You didn’t call me for three days simply because you didn’t want to!"
"Y/N..."
"You don’t want to be with me, and that’s fine. You don’t have to be. I already understand where your limits are; just... just don’t pretend to like me if you don’t care about me!" I finish, trembling. My eyes fill with tears, and I feel so vulnerable, anxious. Jungkook has always brought out the best in me, and now I don’t even recognize myself.
"I care about you." He moves closer, furrowing his brows. His dark eyes grow bright. If it weren’t for the lack of light, I could swear he’s about to cry too. He gets even closer and touches my cheek with his hand, gently caressing my skin, sending chills down my spine. I want to pull away from him, but I can’t. "Y/N, I really like you. I didn’t call because I needed some time."
"Stop..." I plead, in a whisper. Both for his words and for his touches. I wrap my hand around his wrist, but I don’t halt him from continuing. I don’t move, half weak, half uncertain, afraid he’ll stop and nervous he’ll keep going.
"I missed you." Jungkook says softly in my ear. His body almost fully pressed against mine. His breath hits my neck; his strong chest touching my breasts. And I don’t know if it’s his heart or mine, racing a thousand miles an hour, so fast and strong.
"Jungkook, stop." I beg, but I can’t pull away myself. He takes his face away from my neck and looks at me once more. His pupils dilate, and they go straight to my mouth. A shiver runs through my entire body as he moistens his lips with his tongue, with a desire so exposed that I can’t mistake it for anything else. And I let him come closer, so damn slowly, as if we’re in slow motion. When I finally close my eyes, surrendered, hypnotized, I hear someone calling him.
"Jungkook?"
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