Azucar_Morena97

Just a teenage girl in her 20's ♡

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𝔹𝕋𝕊 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 || (Last Updated: 8/27/25)

Tentative list of all pieces! While I haven't made individual pieces for everyone, I hope to get there soon. Requests always open for one shots or series ideas! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

KEY: Fluff ♡ || Smut/Suggestive ♥ || Angst ♠ || Ongoing ♕ || Completed ♛ || One shot/Short Story ♧ || Hiatus/Stuck ♟

GROUP IMAGINES<3: *Note, some of these links lead to pieces I wrote on my old BTS Acct* BTS As Cliched School Tropes 1 | 2 ♡♠ Strings 1 | 2 Boy W/ More to Luv 1 | ♟ Just a Friend 1 | 2 Jin: Cold Prologue | 1 -Flashforward 1 | Yoongi: Moth to Flame ♠♧ Hoseok: Namjoon: Roses 1 | 2 ♟♠ - Blurb 1 Jimin: Taehyung: Noona ♕♠♥ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | Pact ♡♕ 1 | - Flashforward 1

Jungkook: Money Ties ♕♥ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 Visions of Gideon ♠ Black Dress ♠♧ Come Through ♥♡ Prologue | Flashforward 1 Not Okay ♧ Summer on Mars 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 Numb Take Love 1 |

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Love Song

*Warning: Smut

He sits with his eyes glued to his computer screen, his big, bulky headphones resting on his neck as he pauses, plays, snips, and adjusts tracks on his computer. He’s been so busy trying to finish the album, he’s barely had a decent meal all week. He’s essentially running on black coffee and the occasional cigarette— something you’ve already reprimanded him for.

You set down a fresh iced coffee next to him, “Delivery.” He glances at the coffee and instantly lights up, not having expected you to still be up, let alone for you to have brought him a coffee. He cranes his neck to look up at you, a big, tired smile on his face, “Thank you, baby…Why are you still up?” His chair spins so he’s able to see you more directly. You’re standing there, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, and your sleep shirt swallows up your entire torso, “Couldn’t sleep…figured I’d make you some coffee.” His expression morphs into one of concern, “Why can’t you sleep? Do you need me to make you some tea?”

Typical Hoseok…even when he’s just as tired and busy, if not more so than you, he still does everything in his power to go out of his way for you.

God, you love this man.

You shake your head, “No, it’s okay; I’m gonna lay there for a while and try to fall asleep,” You step toward him and lean in. Without hesitation, he snakes his hands onto your hips from under the blanket and extends his neck upward to be able to kiss you sitting down. The kiss is short, but oh, so sweet. When you pull away, his eyes are still closed, a dazed smile on his face, “I miss those lips…” He opens his eyes slowly, “I’m sorry I haven’t been able to give you as much attention this week. I know I’ve been so busy—” “No, no. No apology necessary. I know you’re on a deadline and you’re working hard,” You wave him away, not wanting him to feel guilty for having to do his job. He stares at you for a minute, a gentle smile on his face as he reaches up and rest his hand on your cheek, gently stroking his thumb back and forth, “I love you so much.” He says it all the time, but hearing it will never get old. Your cheeks heat up under his warm touch, “I love you too…” You say softly, before removing his hand from your face, “Okay, now get back to work.”

He laughs boisterously and nods, “Okay, okay…”

You’re not sure exactly how long you’d been asleep for when you hear the faint click of your bedroom door opening, and feel the mattress shift next to you.

“Mm…?” You turn your head and see Hoseok settling in next to you. “Hey baby,” He gets under the covers and scoots in close. “Hey,” You say groggily, glancing at the digital clock on his nightstand. It’s only been about forty minutes since you’d checked in on him, “I thought you’d be working well into the night.” “I was going to but…” He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, “I just miss you.” You smile sleepily, bringing your hand up behind you to hook around his neck, “I miss you too.”

He stays like that for a little while; breathing in your smell and letting it relax him. The bedroom is cool and quiet, but your body is so warm against his. He gently kisses your neck; not expectant of anything in return— simply showing you the affection he hasn’t been able to in days; just little butterfly kisses. His arm finds its place around your waist, gently caressing your stomach. You feel yourself heating up slowly, enjoying every ounce of the attention he’s giving you. His smell engulfs your nostrils in the most comforting, familiar way.

It’s always been funny to you how, on stage, he’s so cool and hard, but in these moments when it’s just the two of you, he’s this: sweet and sincere.

“Maybe you should get some sleep— you haven’t slept decently in forever,” You say quietly without much conviction, eyes closed as you continue to enjoy his touch. “Can’t I just enjoy you for a moment…?” He asks in his low voice that vibrates throughout your entire being. It makes your heart flutter in your chest. He continues to kiss your neck, but slowly, the kisses transition from small pecks, to continuous, long, languid kisses. You find yourself involuntarily sighing at the sensation, your mouth falling slightly agape.

Slowly, he brings you in even closer, until your back is flush against him— that’s when you feel it. He’s hard as a rock. You can’t help but press yourself further back, wanting to feel it just a little more. He smiles behind you, “What were you saying about a decent night’s rest…?” He slowly moves his arm from your waist, and slowly, very slowly, lowers his hand to just above waistband of your panties. He’s always loved how you can only sleep in a tee shirt and underwear; it’s a sight that never gets old— and, of course, it makes for easier access.

Your breath catches as you feel his fingers so close to your heat, though he doesn’t go inside your panties just yet. Instead, he keeps his hand there, his lips coming to your ear, “Want me to help us both sleep a little better?” Your eyes roll back at his sensual tone, feeling yourself melt. You nod wordlessly and desperately, and gives your earlobe a little bite as he dips his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, until his middle finger is sliding between your puffy lips. You sigh in relief at the delicious feeling. Slowly, his middle finger rubs in circles, “I’m sorry it’s been so long since the last time I did this for you, baby,” He whispers. Your wetness coats his fingers nicely. “It’s- it’s okay.” “No, it’s not,” He presses harder, and it makes you squirm against him, his bulge pressing into you again.

“Do you feel it? How happy I am to touch you?” He asks teasingly. “Yes,” You say breathlessly, “I feel you— it’s so hard.” He practically shudders when he hears that breathy tone. He likes you like this; so desperate for him, just the way he is for you. He keeps on with his ministrations, but he can’t help himself as he travels lower and dips two fingers into that special spot, his palm still pressing firmly on your clit as he finger fucks you nice and slow.

“Oh my- Hoseok,” You moan. “You’re already so ready for me, aren’t you, baby,” He kisses your shoulder over your tee shirt. “Mmm…” You can’t even answer; this feeling is so overwhelming: him in your ear, his fingers deep in your pussy, his cock pressing up against your clothed ass.

You reach behind you, looking for his waistband but you’re having some trouble. He chuckles, “You want it already?” “I wanna touch you too…” This time, it’s you who makes his heart flutter. “Here, I’ll help you.” He take his hand out from between your legs, making you exhale softly. Of course, when his newly wet hand catches the moonlight, he can’t help but bring those fingers to his mouth to lick it all clean. You watch him, feeling more aroused than ever at this beautiful sight. “You’re so beautiful,” You praise him. “And you taste fucking amazing,” He leans over to be able to kiss you, and as he does, he reaches down and takes his entire length out of his pajama bottoms, letting it gently hit your ass. He then grabs your hand guides you to it.

Without hesitation, you wrap your hand around his thick cock and starting pumping slowly. He moans into your mouth, already falling apart for you. He pulls his lips away from yours and rests his face into the back of your neck, just focusing on the feeling of you jacking him off. Slowly, he begins moving his hips forward into your hand, his a hand going to your hip to steady himself. You feel the delicate, smooth skin of his cock sliding easily in your grasp, despite the lack of lubrication.

“I need you so bad,” He moans into your neck. You feel your clit swell even more at his clear desperation. “What do you need, Hobi?” You use his nickname as a cruel device to make him ache even more for you, “I need to feel you— all of you.”

You let go of his cock and start to take down your panties, but he stops you, “No…let me.” You let go and let him be the one to slide them down, centimeter by centimeter, until your beautiful ass is exposed to his gaze. He then takes the hem of your tee-shirt and scrunches it upward to expose your bare breasts. He looks over and bites his lip at the beautiful sight, “You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby,” He praises.

He smooths his hand over your plump backside, then gives it a little slap, making you squeal. He smiles at the sound— and you fucking love that beautiful smile. He looks down between the both of you, his cock in his hand as he brings it between your cheeks, teasing himself by slide it up and down first a few times. He then brings it to your entrance and slowly, very slowly, inserts himself.

Immediately, he lets out a moan that tells you just how much he missed you. The feeling of his cock stretching you out is enough to make you clutch the bedsheets. “Fuck— it’s been too long since we did this,” He says, thrusting slowly, “You feel so good…” His hand comes up to grab your breast, your nipple gently pinched between his index and middle finger. Your soft sighs drive him further. Your pussy is so hot and tight around him— fitting like a custom made glove that he never wants to leave the warmth of.

You reach down between your legs and start rubbing yourself, but he drops your breast and moves your hand out of the way, replacing it with his own, “No— I want to be the one to make you cum,” He says through broken breath. He loves when you fall apart for him, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make it happen tonight too.

His fingers work magic on you; rubbing in just the right way, combined with the way he’s fucking you. You know he’s trying to focus on you, but you can tell it’s hard for him not to get lost in his own want.

He hits a spot— a specific spot deep inside you that makes you gasp, “Hobi…Hobi, right there. Right there, my love.” “Right there, baby? Is that how I’ll get you to fall apart for me?” He coos. “Mhmm, yes- yes,” You whine. He keeps going, careful not to change anything about what he’s doing, “Come on, princess. I know you’ve been needing this as much as I have.” You slowly begin to writhe under his touch as you feel your orgasm growing beyond your control.

On his end, he can hardly stand having to hold off. If he was a selfish lover, your tight hole would’ve been enough to get him to bust in under a minute— but he could never ignore your need. You’re his priority, always. However, knowing you’re close to your own undoing gets him excited for his own. So he keeps going; he keeps rubbing that swollen clit and fucking you in just the right way until your breathing becomes more and more erratic. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” You whine louder, “Baby, baby, I’m gonna cum— cum with me, Hobi. Don’t let me cum alone,” You beg, craning your neck behind you to look at him.

Fuck, you are so fucking hot.

He nods, locking his gaze on yours, focusing on that fucked out expression, his mouth agape as he keeps at it, this time, letting himself focus on his own orgasm.

You breathe and moan together in sweet harmony, “I’m- I’m cumming!” You’re the first to crack, but he follows within milliseconds, “Oh fuck, me too—”

You begin to squirm even harder as your orgasm takes over your body, but you’re careful not to pull away. After all, this is your favorite part—

He releases himself into you without a second’s hesitation, painting your walls with his hot cum. His whole body keeps thrusting into you, milking every last drop out of himself as he ascends into a cloud of absolute euphoria.

“Mmmm…” You give out one last moan, recovering from your own euphoric release.

For a little while, the only sound left is the both of you breathing heavily. Eventually, however, he brings you into his embrace, kissing your neck more chastely, “I will never get tired of this…” He says into your hot, slightly sweaty skin. You snort tiredly, “Me either…we’re too good at it.”

He laughs, “We’ve had years of practice.”

You fall into a comfortable, sleepy silence, finally feeling that relief that you’d both gone without since he first started working on the album.

You’re about to doze off, when you hear him say in the sleepiest voice possible, “I love you so much.”

A/N: incredibly rare Hobi one-shot. I haven’t written on here in like a year but I got inspired after attending D1 and D3 at Stanford for Arirang. You know, it’s funny bc, for the past 6/7 years that I’ve been a BTS stan, I’ve been heavily Jungkook biased— but in my adulthood, I’m finding myself so attracted to Hoseok: his smile, his personality, his dedication/passion for his art. The Killin’ It Girl tour videos rlly did a number on me. Not to mention, his love for Mexico (my people) just made him all the more attractive to me. Anyway, enough yapping. Hope you enjoy 

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𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕤 (Taehyung/Jk/Y/n: Pt.5)

Pt.4 ||

Preview: "What's the matter?" He asks, the moonlight streaking across his face in such a way that only his eyes are visible; and they're fixed on you. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, pounding, begging for you to turn and go- forget any of this ever happened. No one has to know. It's not like he'll tell anyone. You still haven't done anything for him to tell, anyway, right?

He takes a step closer; you feel the heat radiating off of his body. Static electricity, you can hardly stand it. He slowly leans forward and your eyes close involuntarily. Your mind is sounding alarms and whistles- but every part of your body is calling to him.

Suddenly, his lips are just grazing your earlobe; an unexpected, yet very welcomed sensation, "Do you want me to stop?"

Chapter Warnings: Child Lo$$, infidelity

Summary: Taehyung is the perfect husband. He's attentive, smart, gentle, and kind; you lucked out when you found him- or rather, when he found you, one cold winter evening. A whirlwind romance turned stable home full of love; what you've wanted your entire life. There's nothing more you could ever ask for.

And yet, something deep inside you...something unspoken that lies in the shadows of your darkest fantasies is coaxed into the light by the one person who could singlehandedly burn it all to the ground...

and there you go, passing him the match.

The entire rest of the weekend, you find yourself unable to focus on anything; your mind won't let you rest, as it replays the exchange between you and Jungkook over and over again.

What did he mean you didn't know anything about what happened? What more could there possibly to this story? "Is that what he told you?"- what else would Tae have said?

"You okay, babe?" Tae asks as you stare emptily into your coffee cup, which you would usually be throwing back eagerly on any given Monday morning. "I'm fine," You say, clearing your throat before taking a sip. "Mhm..." Tae wonders if he should keep probing, but just as he's about to open his mouth to say something, his watch begins to vibrate, "Dammit, I have to run to pick up my client," He sighs and gives you a kiss on the cheek, "Don't forget I have that work dinner so I'll be home late." You nod, "Alright, my love. Be safe."

The front door clicks closed and you check the time on your own watch; you took your sweet time getting ready, which means you have about fifteen minutes to get your daughter to school and get to work. You hate being this close time-wise, but getting out of bed this morning felt like hell, as all you can think of is how awkward or uncomfortable it's gonna be in the office for you.

Oh well- these are the consequences for you having opened you fat mouth about someone else' business.

But...does this count as "someone else'" business? Taehyung is your husband after all, and considering how weird this situation is, shouldn't you have the right to know? "Eomma...are we going?" Your daughter asks, arms hanging onto her backpack straps as she sways left and right, waiting for you to get your shit together.

"Right, sorry- yes. Let's go," You say, eyes widening slightly as you realize how much time you're wasting being in your head so much.

Fuck this. You haven't done anything wrong to feel ashamed about, and if there is something you aren't being told, you have the right to know it. You grab your keys and usher your daughter into the car, quickly hopping into the driver's seat and turning on the radio to distract yourself a bit. "Eomma, what time will Auntie S/n get me?" "Remember, baby, she's picking you up right after school." "Yay! I can't wait to go to the movies!" She exclaims, swinging her feet in excitement. "I know, princess...I'm not sure what time Appa's coming home tonight though and I'm gonna have to be a little late as well so you may end up having to sleep over, okay?" "Okay, Eomma."

You walk into the lobby with your head down, not wanting to see Jungkook as soon as you start your work day; you're gonna need just a little more time to settle in.

Luckily, you're able to make it all the way to your desk without a single hiccup. You quickly glance up at Jungkook's office, however, and notice his blinds are completely closed- which they haven't been since he started.

You turn to Jenny, leaning over to whisper, "Psst..Jenny- is Mr.Jeon in today?" She quickly glances toward the office and then turns to you, "Yeah- but he doesn't seem happy. He walked in, didn't say hi to anyone, just went straight to his office and immediately closed the blinds. I'm not sure what's going on but I wonder if he'll even come out." You swallow hard, immediately feeling your palms sweat at the idea that you may have made him so mad he can't even function normally in the workplace.

"Y/n," You turn to see your co-worker from the accounting department, Jackson, standing by your desk holding out a paper for you, "Mr.Jeon asked me to pass this along to you."

"You went in there!?" Jenny whisper-screams. He nods, looking around to make sure no one is looking at the three of you as you all lean in, "I don't know what's up but he's looking pissed. When I walked in, he was on the phone and then he slammed it down- fucker almost broke the receiver." "Did he look hot doing it?" Jenny asks. You roll your eyes, "Gimme a break, Jenny." "Kinda," Jackson shrugs, a thoughtful expression on his face for a moment, "Anyway, he asked me to give that to you so, whatever it is you gotta do, do it before he comes out here and chews us all out."

You take the paper from him and toss it in front of you, practically collapsing in your chair, "What have I done..." You whisper just quietly enough for Jenny not to be able to hear you.

The rest of the day, you're careful to stay busy. The paper Jackson had given you was just a sheet of business partners and investors he wanted me to add to the master doc; nothing too big but a little time consuming. However, you're gonna have to stay late anyway to catch up on some of the work that you couldn't get done before Jungkook came to work here, as Jimin and Hoseok kept you busy doing a bunch of other stuff.

Maybe Jungkook was right to take all of that off your plate- you've been finding work to be a lot less stressful...except for today, of course.

4:00PM came and went; quite a few co-workers packed up to go home, leaving few of you still going, though that number dwindled to just you by 6:30, and still no sign of Jungkook.

You almost wondered if he was even still in or if you'd missed him leaving, but then his blinds suddenly open.

You're frozen for a second, like a deer caught in the headlights. You even consider diving under your desk as a last ditch effort to avoid the conversation you know you're eventually gonna have to have with him.

His door opens and he walks out, stretching his arms and letting out a deep breath. He looks around the dimly lit office, and when he sees you, he doesn't even react- like he expected you to have been sitting there all along. He does, however, begin to walk over.

Should you grovel? Beg for forgiveness? Or should you demand that he apologize? Was he the one in the wrong? WHAT DO YOU DO!?

"Earth to Y/n," He says, waving his hand in front of your face. You feel your cheeks get hot with embarrassment, "Oh- h-Hey, 'Kook!" Your weak attempt at sounding casual just makes you seem even more awkward. "Hey..." He says, tilting his head as that familiar smirk makes its way onto his face, "What are you doing here still?" "Just uh...just workin." Oh God, you can't stop yourself. He chuckles, "Evidently."

Seeing him laugh makes you relax a tiny bit. "Yeah...uhm, what about you? Haven't seen you all day. We were all...starting to get worried, a bit."

His smile fades and he leans onto the coffee bar, looking out the window that faces the parking lot. He's pensive for a long moment before finally speaking, though he won't look at you still, "Y/n, you've been working with Jimin and Hoseok for a long time now...what is your opinion on them?" You're caught by surprise at such a seemingly random question, and you don't have enough time to fabricate a nice-sounding answer.

The truth is, if they weren't Taehyung's friends, you'd probably think a lot less about who they were as people.

"I...think they're...cool," Is all you can muster up. He laughs bitterly, nodding his head slowly, "Cool...right." "Why do you ask...?" He purses his lips and then finally turns to you, his eyes locked on yours- you can tell there's an internal debate going on in him. "I have been friends with the hyungs for a really, really...really long time. As teenagers, we would laugh and play and dream of when we would become men. We had plans and ideas for the type of people we'd grow up to be, you know?" He crosses his arms over his chest, looking at his shoes, "But now, we are men, and some of our dreams and our plans came to fruition- but we're not really the same people we used to be. Like, I just spent my entire day on the phone with Jimin and Hoseok, begging for them not to go through with the layoffs."

You furrow your brows, "Layoffs? But- but I thought that was the entire point of you coming here." He nods, "Yup. That's definitely what they said..." He gets off of the coffee bar and turns to face the wall again, staring at the same picture he'd been staring at the last time, of Jimin and Taehyung holding the fish. "These dudes really are assholes."

He continues staring at their portrait, and it gives you the opportunity to just stare at him.

This entire time, you really thought that, deep down, Jungkook was a huge douche...but as you think of his haggard expression, the way his shoulders are slightly slumped, the way he seemed to be so upset- all because he was fighting for all of you to be able to keep your jobs...you really were wrong about him...

and maybe wrong about more than you realize.

"Jungkook, what don't I know?" You ask, breaking the silence.

He turns around to face you once more, and once again, he doesn't seem caught off guard at all- as though he'd been expecting you to ask.

He doesn't answer right away, just stares at you. His eyes are low and dark, though not in a menacing way- it's look full of a feeling that you think you may be feeling too...

"You want to know why Taehyung and I really stopped talking for so long?"

You nod, heart pounding in anticipation.

He leans back onto the coffee bar again, though not in an exhausted way like before- this time, his hands are propping him up, exposing his large chest through his shirt- the top three buttons already messily undone.

"That girl you mentioned? Youngji...she was my first love. She and I began dating when we were only fourteen, and from the moment it began, we were inseparable. It was like from one moment to the next, our souls were intertwined and absolutely untangleable...we spent all of our high school years attached at the hip; she was my everything," He smiles softly at the memory, "I was convinced I would marry this girl, you know? And then we..." He bites his lip, and for a moment, his eyes begin to tear up, "We uhm...we got pregnant- and I wasn't scared at all. When she told me we were having that baby, all I could feel was absolute fulfillment. We found out the gender and everything," The tears begin pooling in his eyes, until they finally overflow onto his cheeks, "My daughter was going to be the biggest blessing in my life...and then something happened- we never figured out why, but Youngji's body just began to reject her. Our baby girl wasn't due for another five months and yet, there we were, sitting in a hospital, just two 18 year olds whose world was falling to fucking pieces..."

You want so desperately to jump out of your seat and comfort him, but you're frozen in place- you fear any sudden movement will scare him, somehow, into silence.

"We had no choice- Youngji's health was declining so rapidly, the doctors had to get our baby girl out...and when they did, our daughter was already gone... But, Y/n, she was the most beautiful little thing I'd ever seen..." He sobs, hunching forward, shoulders shaking. You finally do get out of your seat and go to him, this time, you hug him without hesitation- wrapping your arms around his shoulders and letting him rest his head on your shoulder as he just sobs and sobs.

"I'm sorry, Jungkook- I- I shouldn't have asked or said anything. I'm so sorry- you don't have to finish," You say, feeling terrible.

"No...no," He pushes you off gently, though only enough for him to bring his head up, "You need to know the rest."

You breathe, looking him in his eyes momentarily, then nodding and taking a step back.

"After we said goodbye to her...things got hard. Postpartum hit Youngji like a fucking truck, and it felt like, overnight, our relationship disintegrated to nothing. She didn't want me to touch her; said she was afraid of getting pregnant again. She wouldn't even look at me anymore either. But I tried not to give up- if she wanted space, I gave it to her. If she wanted company, I gave it to her. I got two jobs just to try to save up for the wedding we always talked about- but suddenly, it was like she fucking hated me and shut down the conversation as soon as I brought it up. But I was still so fucking in love with her- how could I not be? I know we lost our daughter but Youngji was still the mother of my child...how could I not be in love with her...

We spent a year after our daughter's death like this...now, we were 19, and it felt like we were kind of stuck. I didn't want to leave her because I kept thinking that, any moment, she'd finally be back to her old self and, even if we were still grieving, we'd be doing it together as a team again.

One day, though, I had gone off to work at my first job- I'd made it all the way to the jobsite when I realized I left my phone, so I went all the way back to the fucking apartment, but when I got in, I walked in on Taehyung fucking Youngji on the couch that she'd been having me fucking sleeping on for the previous six months."

Your heart sinks at this revelation, and you take a few steps back until you accidentally bump into the side of your desk. You can't even say anything, you're so dumbfounded.

"Taehyung and I fought- Youngji was screaming for me to get off of him...and all I kept thinking about was how she wouldn't have sex with me, using the excuse of our goddamn dead daughter, but she was absolutely fine with sleeping with him. The cops came, arrested me, and of course he got off scot free...as soon as they let me out, I packed up all my shit and moved back in with my parents.

Youngji was the love of my life, but Taehyung was my brother- and when something like this happens to a person, all sense of security flies out the window, you know? If the two people whom you love most can stab you in the back, then really anyone can, right?

But what was worse was that the stabs just kept on coming- they were together for a year after that as well, and then he went into the military. I'd heard they planned on getting married and all this bullshit about being just like his happily married parents- his parents fucking hate each other, by the way, they're just really good at playing house," He scoffs.

You think back to your own brother and his wife, how they barely tolerate each other but, now three kids in, still refuse to divorce.

"But while that fucking loser was in the military, she started looking for me again...she begged for me back, she begged and begged- and for a moment, I even said yes. I told her we could try again. I even said we could try at another baby...but then I came to my fucking senses. As soon as Taehyung was due to come back home, I told her we were done and I didn't want to see her ever again- that she could live her picket fence dream with him instead and I wanted no part of her and her issues...." "I...don't know what to say..." You breathe out, feeling suddenly exhausted.

There's silence for a long while, then, his voice comes out a lot more cautiously, like this time, he's the one concerned for you, "That's...that's not not all, Y/n..."

"What more could there possible be?" You ask exasperatedly.

"About three years ago, Jimin let it slip out that Taehyung and Youngji had been recently reconnected and had hooked up."

Your heart begins pounding in your ears, "Wh-what?" You begin to blink your eyes quickly, as you're trying to keep the tears from coming, but they come anyway, "What do you mean?" "I don't know if it's still going on or if it was a one time occurrence, but it happened."

"You're lying to me," You say, quickly turning around and grabbing your things.

I need to get out of here. I need to get out of here. I need to get my ass the fuck out of here.

Jungkook doesn't try to stop you, just stays in his place as you walk out of the building and to your car. You toss your stuff in the passenger's seat and shove your key into the ignition, and just as soon as the engine is roaring to life, you're scraping out of the parking lot and on your way home.

You can't stop your mind from conjuring up images of your husband and this strange woman together. You were fine knowing about this girl, but that was because you assumed she was living only in his memories- not as a crucial piece of hidden information. How could he have done this to you? You've been nothing but a good and dutiful wife. You've done everything right, you've been everything your mother never could be...

You're stopped at a red light when suddenly, there's a crack of thunder, and a few seconds later, heavy rainfall. You furrow your brows, looking up at the sky through your windshield- rain? So close to summer? You reach over next to you into your purse, fishing around a few times for your phone, only to realize it's not there.

You're stuck there at the light for a few more seconds, internally debating whether or not to turn back, until it seems your body makes the decision for you. Soon, you find yourself making a sharp u-turn, as yours is the only car on the road, and making your way back to the office.

By the time you pull into the parking lot, it's now fully pouring, though you don't waste any time sitting there, you just grab your purse and sprint the 20 feet from your parking space to the front door, and into the building.

You walk quickly into the office, though you're no longer looking for the phone... Your eyes are searching for him, and upon turning to your right, you see the light on in his office. You feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest, a tight feeling making your breaths shallow. You look down at the handle on his office door as your hand reaches out to pull it, and when you do, you see he's got your phone sitting on his desk in front of him.

He looks up at you, and for a long time, you stand there, looking back at him. Wordlessly, he stands from his desk and slowly walks over to you- so slowly, it's almost as though he's giving you a chance to back away if you want, though you remain firmly planted in place.

He finally stops when he's only three feet or so away from you, his head hanging a little, so he has to look up at you a little bit and it makes your heart flutter- a fact you cannot ignore any longer.

Though now you're faced with a choice;

If it's true that your husband of five years has been unfaithful, do you go home tonight and fight with him...or do you stay here and wrestle with the desire you've had since the moment you met Jungkook.

You look past him, out the window by his desk; the rain has stopped, and in its place, darkness. The only lamp lighting up his office at the moment is the lamp near the entrance, closest to you. You reach over to that lamp and shut it off, leaving you and Jungkook standing in the dark; The air is thick between the both of you, though step by step, Jungkook is cutting through it like a knife, until he's now less than a foot away from you.

"What's the matter?" He asks, the moonlight streaking across his face in such a way that only his eyes are visible; and they're fixed on you. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, pounding, begging for you to turn and go- forget any of this ever happened. No one has to know. It's not like he'll tell anyone. You still haven't done anything for him to tell, anyway, right?

He takes a step closer; you feel the heat radiating off of his body. Static electricity, you can hardly stand it. He slowly leans forward and your eyes close involuntarily. Your mind is sounding alarms and whistles- but every part of your body is calling to him.

Suddenly, his lips are just grazing your earlobe; an unexpected, yet very welcomed sensation, "Do you want me to stop?"

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𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕤 (Taehyung/Jk/Y/n: Pt.4)

Pt.3 || Pt.5

Preview: "What's the matter?" He asks, the moonlight streaking across his face in such a way that only his eyes are visible; and they're fixed on you. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, pounding, begging for you to turn and go- forget any of this ever happened. No one has to know. It's not like he'll tell anyone. You still haven't done anything for him to tell, anyway, right?

He takes a step closer; you feel the heat radiating off of his body. Static electricity, you can hardly stand it. He slowly leans forward and your eyes close involuntarily. Your mind is sounding alarms and whistles- but every part of your body is calling to him.

Suddenly, his lips are just grazing your earlobe; an unexpected, yet very welcomed sensation, "Do you want me to stop?"

Summary: Taehyung is the perfect husband. He's attentive, smart, gentle, and kind; you lucked out when you found him- or rather, when he found you, one cold winter evening. A whirlwind romance turned stable home full of love; what you've wanted your entire life. There's nothing more you could ever ask for.

And yet, something deep inside you...something unspoken that lies in the shadows of your darkest fantasies is coaxed into the light by the one person who could singlehandedly burn it all to the ground...

and there you go, passing him the match.

Jungkook is in the office for the last two days of the week, Friday being the day he's on his own overseeing the office while Hoseok and Jimin settle things elsewhere. You wondered would it'd be like under Jungkook's leadership, and after that last few interactions with him, you thought it might be uncomfortable- but he's been surprisingly professional. He's mostly been doing computer work, but he'll occasionally walk around the main office; hands in his pockets, a contemplative look on his face as he engages in work-related conversation with various employees. He actually interacts with everyone more than Jimin or Hoseok ever have, though it's strange, he hasn't walked up to your desk even once- something Jimin and Hoseok do pretty regularly, asking for you to fulfill different miscellaneous tasks. It almost makes you a bit anxious that he isn't coming to you for anything.

Is everything alright? Is he hesitant to ask me to do things because I'm Taehyung's wife?

You stare into Jimin's office- or, it's Jungkook's office now, you suppose. The blinds are open, so you see Jungkook is sitting in front of his laptop, papers sprawled across his desk; his head is going back and forth between the screen and whatever sheet he's reading.

Maybe he needs help.

You clear you throat and stand up, smoothing out your skirt and then pushing your chair into your desk. Your heartrate is picking up a little bit, but you try to ignore it. You're just shy, that's all. You'd be this shy to talk to anyone. It's not because of him.

You knock softly on the door and wait for a response.

"Come in."

You swallow hard and take a second to breathe before pushing the door, "Uhm...Mr.Jeon?"

You know he said on the first day you'd met that you could call him Jungkook, but just like with Jimin and Hoseok, you want that line to be nice and clear.

He looks up at you briefly and then drops his gaze back to his computer, "Yes, Mrs.Kim?"

He's not being short exactly, but his tone is much different than in times past. Before, it was like his words were dripping with honey- but now it's very...polite; boss-like, even.

"I was, uhm...I was wondering if you needed me for anything?"

He furrows his brows, a slightly confused expression on his face, "Uhm...nope. I'm fine."

"You sure? Jimin and Hoseok ask me to do stuff for them all the time so I didn't know if you might need me to take care of anything. I'm totally available, if you do," You're not sure why but it's like your mouth is flying at a million miles an hour and you can't stop yourself, "I just wanted to offer- I- I just don't want you to feel like you can't ask anything of me because I'm...you know, Tae's wife."

Suddenly, his eyes leave his screen to rest on you, "Oh, I don't feel that way," He says in a very matter-of-fact way.

You blink a few times, unsure of what to respond, "Oh-okay," You tuck a lock of hair behind your ears nervously.

"I'm...not sure what kind of tasks Mr.Park or Mr.Jung put across your desk but I read your job description and this is all pretty much above your pay grade," He leans back in his chair, "But sure, if I want to order anymore office keys, then..." He shrugs.

The remark seems a little pointed and it makes you narrow your eyes at him. It's not what he's saying, but how he's saying what he's saying- it's patronizing. "Well then," You say simply, bowing to him, to which he responds with a slight bow in return- though his comes with an ever so subtle smirk.

You sit there at your desk for the rest of your day, fingers typing furiously at your computer. You fill out time sheets, take care of invoices- making sure to only do tasks within your job description, as Mr.Jeon would say.

"Y/n...you good?" Jenny asks, rolling her chair over to get closer to you. "Yup. Never better, why?" "You just seem like you've been in a bad mood since you talked to Mr.Jeon earlier..." "Nope. I'm fine." She stares at you for a long moment before sighing, "Riiiight...well, don't stay too long, you've got a barbecue to get ready for this weekend so it's time to head out," She says, standing up and getting in a big stretch.

A bunch of people are already up and packing to leave, half of them having already dashed out precisely at 4. You sigh, "Yeah...I should get going too."

Somehow, as though Hoseok could somehow telepathically sense you were just about to go enjoy your weekend, he sends you a message asking you to "wrap up" the last of the contracts that needed getting done before Monday.

You let out a deep sigh, "You go ahead, Jen. I've got some stuff I still have to do." "You're kidding me. It's after 4! These guys are always asking you to stay late. I mean, come on- you'd think they'd have some kind of mercy on you, given you're their best friend's wife." You think back to your exchange with Jungkook and shake your head, "Nope. No special treatment...it's alright. It should be quick. Go on."

"Ugh...alright. Text me when you leave and when you get home, okay?" She leans in to give you a small hug and then heads out, leaving you in an empty office.

You're about an hour and a half into your work, having already texted Tae that you'd be home late tonight, when Jungkook walks out of the office with a coffee cup in hand. He doesn't notice you at first, walking over to the coffee pot a few feet away from your desk. He starts the machine and sets his cup down for when the coffee fills up on its own. He puts his hands on his hips, whistling as he looks at the wall ahead of him, covered in office photos, certificates, and for some reason, a picture of Jimin and Hoseok each holding enormous fish that they caught on a camping trip a few years ago.

"Assholes..." Jungkook chuckles to himself as he grabs his cup, now full of hot coffee. Finally, he turns around to face your direction and, when he notices you, he jumps, spilling a bit of coffee on his shirt, "Oh, shit!"

"Language," You say, in the same tone your daughter would, a brow raised at him, though you're already reaching for a few tissues to hand him to wipe his shirt off.

He laughs, taking the tissues from you, "Well, just don't tell HR."

You don't laugh with him, just let air out of your nostrils with a slight, "Hm." You're still annoyed from earlier.

He doesn't seem to notice, just looks around, scanning every corner of the office to see if anyone else is left, "Well, Mrs.Kim, what might you be doing still at the office so late on a Friday night?" He asks, his brow raised at you this time.

"Mr.Jung asked me to get something done for them before I go." "Mm...and what exactly would that be?" He asks, tilting his head. His expression turning from playful to slightly concerned.

"Just some contract stuff." "The contracts...having to do with the new building?" "Mhm..." You're confused at his confusion. "Send them to me and go home," He says, taking a sip of his coffee.

"It's fine, I can do it. It's not a big deal. I'm almost done anyway-" "Mrs.Kim," His tone isn't harsh, but firm, and his eyes are fixed on you in a way that makes you shut your mouth immediately- not out of fear...something different. Something you can't explain- but it makes your whole body feel like it's burning.

"Send it to me and go home to your family. It's late."

He doesn't linger, just turns back around to go back into his office, leaving you sitting there dumbfounded for a few minutes before just sending it all to him, packing up, and going home.

"Can we get Caprisuns please, Eomma," D/n begs as you walk down the beverage aisle. "Mm...I don't know, D/n. It's a bit too much sugar and you're already having goody bags." "Ah, come on Eomma, don't be lame," Tae whines along with her. Of course, the second you laugh, you lose against them. "Yay!" D/n exclaims, running to get the box which is still a bit too heavy for her little arms. "You guys are too much for me," You roll your eyes. "Well, you're just the perfect amount for me," Taehyung says, biting his lip and getting behind you to slip his arms around your waist, sneaking in a kiss on your neck. You laugh, immediately looking around, "Tae, don't be gross"

"What? You mean you don't wanna bone right here in the Caprisun aisle?" He murmus against your skin. "Not today, I don't think," You chuckle, pushing him away.

"You're no fun," He fake pouts. "And you're wearing my patience thin, Kim Taehyung- grab the drinks, dammit."

You both load the cart up with liter bottles of soda, as well as some juices for mixed drinks. You've got chips, ingredients for dips, as well as stuff for charcuterie boards. You're pulling out all the stops for this barbecue since it's in celebration of Taehyung having sold the old decrepit house on Chestnut; an almost impossible feat, made possible by his amazing charm and real estate skills- as well as the heaps of pretty privilege he possesses. He's like a Twilight vampire in that way- you just can't resist but to buy what he's selling. Damn him.

You've purchased all you need and are now loading everything into the back of the car, having to stack bags on top of other bags as you're almost completely out of space for all you bought. "I feel like we bought a little much for eight people," You say, tilting your head as you examine the mountain of groceries. "Really? I think it's actually gonna be just enough." "Well, let's see...it's you, me, D/n, S/n and her kid, Jimin, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jin, Jenny..." "And Jungkook," Tae adds, closing the trunk. "Jungkook?" You echo, slightly caught off guard. "Yeah, and his date." "A date." "What are you, a mocking jay?" He snorts. "I'm- I'm just surprised," You say, walking around to the passenger seat, "I mean, you guys just reconnected recently...don't you think you should give it...some time?"

"It's not like he's some guy I'm bringing home to meet mom and dad," Tae says as he pulls out of the parking lot, "I'm just...I don't know, making up for lost time, I guess." You nod silently, thinking back to this week with Jungkook.

Taehyung doesn't seem to notice your silence, as he's already tapping on the steering wheel to the radio.

All morning, you and Taehyung slaved away in the kitchen making as much as possible from scratch; side dishes, dips, marinated meat, etc. Your charcuterie board is beautifully and carefully curated and laid out (you've already taken a million pictures to upload to instagram later), and Tae's got everything prepped for grilling as soon as the guests arrive.

Now, you're sat in front of your vanity putting the finishing touches on your makeup. You did a bit more than usual, though you kept the look soft and elegant to go with the simple, white sundress and brown wedges. You can't help but admire yourself in the full length mirror at the corner of your room; how absolutely hot this dress makes you look. The girls are sitting up high (thank you, strapless push up bras), and your waist is accentuated in the best way. The thin, white fabric also becomes just translucent enough to reveal your silhouette- though you're careful to wear a bodysuit under to make sure there are no fashion mishaps.

"You look so hot..." Taehyung says, a big smile on his face as he comes up behind you. You smile back at his reflection, "Oh, stop." "I'm serious- you're officially a trophy wife." "Wow, I've graduated from MILF to trophy wife?" "With honors, actually," He says, giving your ass a good smack. The door bell rings and you both look at one another. "It's go-time, baby" Taehyung says, rubbing his hands together like a dirty little fly. Your heart flutters in your chest a bit, wondering who it may be- excitement flowing through your entire body.

"AAAAAYYY!" You hear a loud voice as soon as Tae opens the door. Jin. "Hyung, it's been too long," Taehyung exclaims, throwing his arms around Jin. "You keep getting taller- finally going through puberty, I see," Jin laughs, poking Tae in the stomach. Tae playfully slaps his arm, "I'm just tryna be like you when I grow up, hyung." "You could never. This handsomeness is worldwide," Jin sighs before catching sight of you, "Y/n! It's been a minute," He bows, always extra respecful. You smile and give him a big hug, "It really has been."

"Uncle Jin!" Your daughter exclaims, immediately running to him, causing him to grunt on impact, "Woah!"

"D/n," You say, touching her shoulder, "You need to be careful, you almost hurt Uncle Jin." Jin waves you away with a smile, "Eh, don't worry about it. They're just my organs you ran into. No big deal."

After a few minutes, you have most of your invited guests over, save for two people: Jungkook and his mystery date.

Tae is manning the grill, with Jimin over his shoulder ranting about how rare steak is better than well-done. Hoseok is playing DJ/cabaret singer with our new karaoke machine, the two kids running around in the backyard, my sister and Jenny chattering and Jin and Namjoon throwing back a few beers.

You're in the kitchen grabbing a few more side dishes to take with you outside, when suddenly the doorbell rings.

You look outside to see if Taehyung heard, but you see him a bit tied up as he's heaping meat onto a big aluminum tray. You bite your lip for a moment, a pit in your stomach at the thought of how awkward it'll be when you answer the door for, who you assume, is Jungkook You grab the knob on your front door and slowly begin turning it until it won't give anymore, before pulling it open. When you finally do open it, you have to practically will your jaw to stay in place;

He's dressed...differently than he'd dressed in the office. Of course, you didn't expect him to come in a three piece suit or anything, but you also didn't expect for him to have come wearing a fitted white tee-shirt, so tight around his arms that his muscles are on full display, his right arm completely covered in tattoos. His jeans are fitted too, thought not in the same way skinny jeans would be- they're bootcut and accentuate his thighs in the most flattering way a pair of pants could fit a man, and the shirt is tucked into them. His black boots tap lightly against your porch's wooden floorboards as he straightens up to greet you with a smile.

"Jungkook," Is all you're able to manage, as all the words you've learned from birth seem to elude your brain. He tilts his head, "Y/n."

Again...he's making your face burn again, and this time, it's by simply saying your name.

You're about to open your mouth and say something, but Tae's boisterous voice fills the silence instead, "Kookie!"

You quickly look down, feeling as though you're the one who's gotten caught somehow, doing...what? You haven't done anything, right?

"Hyung," Jungkook laughs, bringing him in for an embrace.

"I'm glad you were able to make it. I was beginning to think you forgot." "Of course not, I was looking forward to it since you texted me, dude," Jungkook assures him, raising up the plastic bag he'd been holding this entire time, "I even brought some drinks." Taehyung nods enthusiastically, "Hell yeah, that's what I'm talking about." Tae takes the bag from Jungkook and motions for him to follow him into the kitchen, which he does. You trail behind the both of them, feeling more like a fly on the wall now than like a co-host, but you can't say you mind. You're relieved Tae swoops in to save you, whether he's aware of it or not (he definitely is not aware).

"Is your date coming?" Tae asks, unpacking the soju. "She...should be here soon, I think," Jungkook says, though there's something in the way he's responding- it's a bit dodgy. "Okay, cool," Tae nods, "Come on, let's go with the hyungs."

You're left alone in the kitchen, trying to compose yourself.

When you go back outside, everything seems just as it was before Jungkook arrived; pockets of chatter and laughter, singing, happy shouting. About two hours later, everything's flowing well, and finally, you're all sitting at one table just exchanging stories- the "hyungs'" stories being the funniest for sure.

"I'm serious, he had no game," Hoseok laughs, leaning back in his chair. "Oh, believe me, I did- you children just never found out because, unlike you, I don't kiss and tell," Jimin winks, eliciting a series of boos from everyone.

"Oh please, the scripted kisses in those little plays you did don't count," Tae shakes his head. "Fuck you, I got more play than anyone here." "And yet, you've never had a steady girlfriend?" Namjoon chimes in. "Hey, what can I say? A rolling stone gathers no moss." "Do you even know what that means?" Jin snorts.

They continue on for a bit before you see Tae turn to Jungkook, "Hey, is your girl okay? I thought you said she'd be here soon." Jungkook nods, "Yeah, so she actually won't be coming afterall." "Oh, alright," Tae nods, standing up with his plate to get more food.

"Hey, let's play charades!" Jenny calls out excitedly, to which most everyone responds with a resounding yes; Tae even runs to set his food down on the table to pull his chair closer to where Jenny was, leaving you and Jungkook furthest away from everyone.

"I'm good, I'll watch," You say, shaking your head. "Me too," Jungkook says.

They begin their game, hooting and hollering as they try to guess what one person or the other is trying to act out.

You clear your throat, "Too bad your date couldn't come," You say, trying to make some kind of conversation with Jungkook. He shrugs, "Yeah, no big deal." "Is she your girlfriend?" You ask, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. He furrows his brows in thought for a moment before responding, "Definitely a girl...friend." You can't help but snort, "Is that right?" He chuckles, "Yes, that's right." "Yeah, okay," You take a sip of your beer. "What, don't think men and women can be friends or something?" He raises a brow at you. "I never said that," You cross your arms and lean back in your lawn chair, "I just know lots of guys can't." "Well, maybe some men can't, but...I'm able to have all kinds of friends," He says, mirroring your body language, though his eyes are completely on you now, his lips curled into that familiar smile from the first day you'd met. It makes your heart race the way his gaze is completely unmoving.

"Let's go!" Taehyung cheers, beating his chest like an ape as he and Jimin dap each other up.

Your husbands voice makes you jump a little in your seat, and you straighten up and look at your watch, trying to find a way out of this exchange with Jungkook, "Well, look at that- it is now D/n's and N/n bed times. Excuse me," You quickly stand up from your seat, "D/n, N/n, come on. Time for bed," You call to your daughter and nephew, who are definitely ready for bed, as they've been arguing for the last fifteen minutes over who knows what, both subconsciously taking turns rubbing the sleepiness from their eyes.

You take both children upstairs, surprisingly relieved to be away from the noise for a bit as you quickly clean them up and make them brush their teeth, tucking them both into D/n's bed.

The entire time, you think of Jungkook.

Once you're sure the kids are finally asleep, you make your way out of the bedroom, slowly closing the door behind you, though when you finally turn around to walk back down, you're startled by your sister who is leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, a knowing expression on her face.

"Dammit, S/n, can you not sneak up on people like that?" You say, hand on your chest as though you'd have a heart attack. "Saw you talking to Jungkook," She says. You immediately go into the mode of making sure you remain composed as you respond, "You do have eyes, don't you?" "Don't get smart," She says, "There's something weird there."

Her statement sounds quite certain, and you're almost wondering if you should just open up about the exchanges you and Jungkook have had, but then you immediately wonder why you should even get into it when there is nothing, nor could there ever be anything there anyway. He's your manager, your husband's oldest friend, and nothing more.

"I promise everything's fine," You sigh, "He's just friendly." "What he is is dangerous, Y/n," She says, finally dropping her arms, "I'd suggest you be careful." "What, do you think he'll attack me or something?" You ask dismissively. "That's not what I mean and you know it," She says simply before turning to make her way back downstairs, leaving you there, stunned at how soon someone else caught on to whatever is- or isn't- going on between the both of you.

After a few minutes, you go back downstairs to find that Taehyung is stumbling around, karaoke mic in hand as he sings some love ballad. Namjoon and Hoseok both hold Jimin up who is clearly very intoxicated; his cheeks are bright red and his smile is lazy, "Y/n-a," He chuckles, "You've been a good hostess." You chuckle, "Well, thank you." Your sister has a trash bag in hand, ready to begin picking up the trash, though you notice she's a little unsteady herself, so you take the bag from her, "Just go to bed, S/n, I've got it," You say, tapping her shoulder. "You sure? I can help," She says, speech slurred ever so slightly; she's always been a bit of a lightweight, so it's not surprising that she'd be this much more drunk in the short while between her reprimanding you in the upstairs hall to now.

"Trust me, I've got it. Go." Without anymore protest, she lets out a long yawn and nods her head, "Alright...Goodnight."

You turn your attention to Tae, who has gone from singing animatedly to just swaying to the music with his eyes closed, though you noticed him almost fall over a few times. "Babe, go to bed," You call out, grabbing the remote to the karaoke set and turning it down. "I can't," He says, still not opening his eyes. "Why not?" "Because I'm a tree..." He gives a small smile, clearly zooted off his ass. "Oh boy," You sigh, dropping the trash bag and walking over to him, grabbing the mic out of his hand, "Come on. Time for bed." "Aw...but the party's still going." You chuckle, "You are the only party left in this backyard, everyone left." "What? Laaaaaaame...it was just getting fun-" He loses his balance and falls forward, though you're barely able to catch him. "Woah," You say, barely able to hold him up, "Tae- you're gonna- you're gonna have to help out here." "I can't, I'm currently on a call, baby girl" He grumbles. You roll your eyes, familiar with that line, as it's the one he usually uses on D/n when she wants to play with him and he doesn't feel like it.

"Everyone left already?" A voice says from behind you.

You crane your head to see that it's Jungkook, wiping his hands on his jeans, a slightly confused expression on his face. "Kook- Kookie- Kookie monster," Tae grins like an idiot, waving his hand for Jungkook to come closer. "I thought you left too," You manage, still struggling to hold up Tae's body weight. Jungkook jogs the few feet of distance to help prop Taehyung up, "I was in the bathroom- you guys have kind of a big house, you know," Jungkook says, an impressed expression on his face. "Wanna move in?" Tae asks. You roll your eyes, "Tae, stop asking people to move in with us." Jungkook chuckles, "I would, hyung, but Y/n barely gave me permission to come over and play, I wouldn't wanna push it." Jungkook flashes you a look, and it makes you blush so hard you need to look away. "I love the girl but she's kind of a party pooper some times, you know?" Tae says, believing himself to be whispering. "The party pooper has no issue leaving you out here to sleep in the backyard, you know?" You quip, pulling him along with you as you lead the way into the house.

It's a bit of a struggle across the yard, entertainment room, and up the stairs to the bedroom, but you and Jungkook eventually succeed in finally putting him to bed.

As soon as Tae hits the mattress he sprawls out as though he's making a snow angel, eyes closed as he says, "I'm sorry, Kook." You furrow your brows, confused as to why he's apologizing, but Jungkook simply says, "It's alright. Just rest." "I'll be back in a bit with some water, Tae," You say. "Mm," He grunts. You sigh and lead Jungkook out of the bedroom and down the stairs. "Here, I'll help clean up," He says, catching you by surprise. "Oh- you don't have to do that. You're a guest," You say, trying to motion for him to give you the trash bag he's just taken out of the roll on the counter. "It's not a problem, really. I appreciated the invite." You think about trying to stop him once more, but you ultimately realize it's no use and just nod, "Well, thanks for the help."

At first, you both go around in silence, just picking up various articles of trash and bringing the leftover food inside. Then, it's he who breaks the silence, "So, how long have you two been together?" He asks, taking a seat at the island as you ready yourself to wash dishes. "Tae and I have been together for about five and a half years." "Wow, it's been a long time." "It has been...and yet it hasn't been." "How long have you been married?" "Five years," You say, turning on the faucet. "Woah, you guys dated for what- six months before you married?" You nod, smiling a bit at his reaction- it's one you've grown accustomed to people having whenever you answer that question, "Yup." "That must've been a real quick engagement," He says, leaning back in his stool. "Yeah, it was...but that was what I wanted," You turn over the dish in your hand and continue scrubbing. "You wanted a quick engagement?" You laugh, "No, I wanted a family." "Ah, I see...still seems like a bit of a jump though." "Maybe for some, but...I grew up in a...not so ideal situation, so when I met Taehyung, it just felt like a no-brainer, you know? He just...made sense for me."

"He...made sense," Jungkook repeats, contemplating your choice of words, "In what way?" You think for a moment, traveling back mentally to where you were at the time of your life when you met Taehyung, "Well, he was kind, stable, dependable- exactly the kind of guy you make a husband," You shrug, placing the plates in the dishrack. "So, you married for stability," He says, tilting his head at you, narrowing his eyes. "Well, don't say it like that," You furrow your brows at him. "Tell me how to say it then," He says, a sly smile creeping up on his face. "I love him," You say, averting your eyes. "Okay, but...how soon into the relationship did you know you did? Was it before you got married, at least?" There's a long pause as you hesitate to give him your honest answer. "Oh my...did you marry him before you even loved him?" He asks, though rather than looking annoyed or upset at you the way a friend usually would be, he has this look of...almost satisfaction or entertainment. "I-I loved him already-" The truth is, you weren't exactly in love with Taehyung when you married him, and didn't really feel certain you did love him until around the year and a half mark of your relationship- when you had your daughter. That's when you felt certain you did, but somehow, that feels like the wrong answer to the question.

"Right..." Jungkook chuckles, "Sure you did." "You're asking a whole lot about me, 'Kook'," You repeat the nickname Tae had called him earlier, though it's sarcastic when you say it, "Why don't I ask you a bit more about you?" "Ask away, Mrs.Kim," He curls his lips up even more, intrigued at the sudden shift in atmosphere.

"This date of yours, the one who didn't show up- tell me, did she even exist in the first place?" You ask, drying your hands. "Yes, she does." "And why didn't she come?" "Because of my fear of commitment, probably," He chuckles. You're taken aback by his brazen honesty, though you try not to make it obvious, "Oh yeah? And where might that stem from?" You ask. This time, he's the one to hesitate to answer, and you raise a brow at him. "I...don't quite know," He lies, though he doesn't really put any effort into selling it. "Hm, is that right? Might it have a little something to do with...Youngji?" Judging by the slight twitch in his face at the mention of her name, you can tell you've struck a nerve. "What's wrong? Don't like airing your own dirty laundry, just mine?" You ask, tilting your head. His smile doesn't fade, though when he speaks again, his tone has a certain tightness to it, "No, it's perfectly fine, actually. Tell me, what could you possibly know about Youngji?" He asks, narrowing his eyes at you even more. "I know she was Taehyung's first love, and that you stole her from him the second he went into the military." His expression doesn't change, though you can see his chest suddenly moving more rapidly a he leans forward, "Did I, now?" "Yup. And that's why you guys went so long without speaking- until now, of course. It's quite big of Tae, I think." "What is?" "Forgiving you for that. He was messed up for a while after that, you know?"

"Is that what he told you?" He asks. This time, his expression is completely changed, the sarcasm and snarkiness is now replaced with fire, burning in his eyes and seemig to burn throughout his entire body. Suddenly, you feel unsure about what you're saying, and even regret having brought it up at all. It wasn't any of your business to begin with. Shit, did you just ruin everything for Taehyung while he's passed out drunk upstairs?

Jungkook gets up from his stool, and what he does next surprises you; he walks around the island to where you are, though when you expect for him to stop a few feet away from you, he completely closes the distance, resting on muscular arm on the counter as he leans down really close to your face, his usually bright eyes suddenly so dark. Your heart is racing in your chest, and you find your breathing has also picked up as well. Your eyes are completely locked on his. "Y/n," The way he says your name sends a thrill throughout your entire body, "Respectfully...you don't know shit, and if you did, then you wouldn't have married Taehyung."

You don't even have a chance to respond before he's already pulling away and walking over to where he'd left the bag with the rest of the soju bottles he'd brought, walking out the door without another word, leaving you there, damp shirt and all, trying desperately to understand what just happened.

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Lights On (Cha Eun-Woo Short)

A/N: An incredibly rare non-BTS piece 🫣 Only because I've been watching True Beauty and can’t get this beautiful man out of my head 🫦 ( A Hwang In-Yeop piece may just be next!)

Warning: Smut, self-deprecation, humiliation, tsundere Eun-Woo! Toxic fwb's, abusive language, consensual degradation

Character details: midsize to plus size with very low self-esteem (this is important to the story, as it’s connected to the humiliation aspect)

He stares down at you, eyes cold and expression almost completely flat- except for the way the corner of his mouth turns slightly at the sight of the tears pooling in your eyes.

“Why are you crying?” He asks, though it sounds more like a statement.

You can’t even answer; you’re on your knees in front of him, eyes locked on his as your lips tremble. You try your best to ignore the stinging, as you’ve now been kneeling for about 10 minutes. He won’t let you get up.

He bends down and grabs your face, squishing it in his hand as he forces you to crane your neck up at him even more, “Don’t tell me I’ve hurt your feelings.”

Before you can say anything, he aggressively drops your face, practically throwing it away from himself. You keep your eyes low, the tears finally spilling on the ground in front of you. You can only hear his foot steps as he walks around you.

You can’t see him, but you know what he’s doing.

“Eun-woo, please-“ You whisper.

He clicks his tongue in disapproval, “You’re gonna have to beg harder than that.”

“Please- I know I did something bad, I just-“

“Something bad?” He repeats incredulously, ending up behind you, “Tell me what you did.”

“I- I spoke to you at lunch,” You whimper.

He doesn’t say anything for a little while, but you can imagine him: eyes trailing over your body, the way your breasts are too big to sit up on their own, how your belly protrudes in such a way that your skirt cuts into you- or his favorite part- the way your thighs expand to three times the size of his when you kneel like this.

“Look up,” He instructs from behind you.

You don’t hesitate to obey his command, but when you do, you’re disgusted with the sight of yourself in the full length mirror that stands a few feet away. You’d never own such a mirror; as though you’d even want to look at yourself that closely. You can't help but turn your face away.

“I said look,” He snaps at you, reaching over to yank your head up to look at your reflection once more. You see how his face expression has changed, from borderline apathetic to that of a half-starved man. “Look at yourself,” He chuckles dryly, kneeling down behind you, “You’re a mess.”

It’s true. Your mascara has run down your face, the three top buttons of your shirt have ripped open, the others bulging as though they’re sure to pop soon. Your hair is wild and frizzy, cheeks red-

He could absolutely devour you right now.

"What'd I tell you to do whenever you see me in public?" He hisses, though this time, he says it directly into your ear. The heat of his breath sends goosebumps down your spine, and suddenly, you feel an immediate tightness between your legs- How you hate your body for having this reaction to his cruelty, but you can't help it.

"Too keep my eyes down and just walk past," You cry, "I'm sorry, Eun-woo."

"It's a little late for sorry's, Jagiya," He lets go of your hair, and there's instant relief to your scalp, "Time to pay tribute."

Paying tribute. That's what he calls it. Every time you meet him here and he's able to get his fill out of you; tribute. When he's able to get his fill of the most intimate parts of you; tribute. If it were real money, you'd be bankrupt and he'd be thee richest man in the country.

You watch his reflection as he lowers his body so he's also kneeling behind you. "Bend over," He says, leaning back on his hinds and gently pushing you forward. You do as he urges; you're nothing if not obedient- for the most part.

As you bend over, your skirt threatens to fall upward and expose the bare flesh of your ass. He smooths a hand over the surface of your bottom, helping your skirt the rest of the way up, "Mm..." He says in satisfaction.

"Arch higher."

You get lower, poking your ass out as much as it would go, and, without warning, a loud and painful smack fills the room; the stinging resounds throughout your entire body, "Ah!"

"What's wrong, Jagi? You haven't gotten used to it yet? Even after all this time?" He asks, continuing with another smack, then another one.

"N-not yet," You moan, "I'm sorry."

"Actually, I'm the sorry one," He says, though his tone doesn't change, "Sorry this is your only good fucking angle."

His words hurt more than the strikes, but you can't resist how excited it makes you feel. Such an attractive man finds you hideous, and yet, here he is. With you.

He slickly pushes your underwear to the side, so quickly you don't even realize it at first- not until he's sinking two fingers into you, feeling every centimeter of depth you have to offer. Your moans escape without your permission; a sound that makes his ears perk up like a dog...or maybe more like a ravenous wolf.

"What's the matter, Jagi? Is it too much?"

"N-no," You quickly shake your head.

"No?" He asks, raising a brow, then promptly adding another finger.

Pain. Pleasure. Euphoria. Hatred. He makes you feel it all.

You wince at the sharp feeling, though it's a pain you've realized you enjoy more than anything in this world. You deserve this pain.

"Are you ready for me, Jagi?" He asks, continuing to pump.

"I- I don't know," You say, though you both know you've been ready from the second he called you into his dorm.

He doesn't respond, just shoves you so you're now on your side, "Get on your back."

You slowly roll over, bringing your knees up as though to guard the one thing he's after.

"Open." He commands.

You bite your lip, butterflies fill your stomach as you hesitate to meet his expectation.

His lips are a tight line as he furrows his brows at you, "What. Did. I. Say."

Slowly, you spread your legs, exposing yourself to him completely. "Was that so hard?" He asks before reaching under your thighs to yank you closer to him.

He's so beautiful. Truly like a statue of a god; his eyes are your most favorite thing about him. Those eyes fool a lot of people; childlike, saintly- and his smile is like nothing you've ever seen before...but underneath those eyes is a certain venom-like fury that only comes out behind the safety of closed doors.

His fingers dig into the flesh of your fat thighs as he lowers himself to your heat; he can't help but get a little taste before the main event. His tongue circles your clit: once, twice, three times, breathing you in deeply. "Mm," You moan, beginning to slowly grind your hips upward into his face, to which he responds with a sharp slap on your pussy, "Hey," He reprimands sternly.

"Sorry, Eun-woo," You say breathlessly.

He comes back down, though this time, he practically smothers the entire bottom half of his face into your wetness, putting just the right amount of pressure on your clit and tight hole that you're already so close to singing for him.

"Oh-Oh my God- I'm-I'm" You're trying not to scram but it's so hard when you're so close.

He continues, his mouth working and working a it to get you there; he's absolutely devouring you.

"Fuck!" You cry, bucking forward into his mouth, which is still violently going at your clit.

"Eun-woo, it's-it's too much-" You try to wiggle out of his grasp, your now overly sensitive clit getting the beating of her life, though you know if you stay in that position for just five more minutes, he'll get another one out of you yet.

But you want to make things difficult for him the way he does for you. That's what you both like. Like a game of cat and mouse; there's no thrill without a chase.

When he resurfaces, his mouth is glistening with saliva and your cum. He says nothing, just grabs onto your shirt to pull you so that you're sitting up, "Go on, taste yourself," He says. You swallow hard.

This is one thing that's new tonight.

You've been sleeping together for three months; late night fucks and prompt exits have become routine. He's turned you every which way, explored practically every inch of your naked body- but you have never ever kissed him. Not once. Or rather, he's never kissed you. You'd have kissed him and even more in a heartbeat, same as any other girl would, you suppose. Who wouldn't want to have the chance to be with, arguably, the most handsome man on campus- no, the most handsome in the entire city?

But as someone who grew up as a certified ugly, you'd take what you could get, even if it means being absolutely degraded. Even if it means being his glorified sex toy.

Your heart skips a beat at the idea of your lips finally meeting his. You slowly inch your face closer to his, afraid that any sudden movement will somehow make him dissolve to ash.

Your eyes close as you're finally three centimeters away from his face, but he laughs again, just like he did before; a dry, mean laugh.

"Aw, Jagi," He says, eyes connecting to yours, "Did you really think I'd let you fucking kiss me?"

Your cheeks flush red with embarrassment.

Part of you wants so desperately to just run out. You're still fully dressed, save for your panties that came off at some point; you could run out right now and not look back...

But how could you walk away from the most beautiful man that will probably ever give you the time of day- or rather, night.

"S-sorry," You say quietly, eyes darting to the floor.

"Apologize again," He says, not breaking eye contact as he begins leaning more and more forward, causing you to slowly lay back down.

"I'm sorry."

"Again," He hisses, positioning himself between your legs.

"I'm sorry," Your breathing picks up.

"Again!" He gets louder, hovering over you on one arm while the other hand is reaching down to unzip himself.

"I'm sorry," You bring your hand up to rest gently on the back of his head. His eyes close momentarily in response to the gentle touch, "Tell me you want me," He growls, gently biting into the skin of your.

"I want you so badly," You cry.

He plunges into you without another word, mercilessly pumping his entire length into you, your legs going back and forth every time he slams into you. "Fucking tell me you want me," He growls again.

"I. Want. You. So. Bad," You say with every one of his thrusts.

"You're so fucking lucky to be here with me," He says, squishing your face again in his hand, his face so close to yours again. You nod as best as you can, considering how tight his grip is on you.

"No other guy would ever want you. You're so lucky I do," He says in your ear, alternating between nibbling on your lobe and kissing your neck in between sentences.

Your eyes widen, though he's unable to see.

You want me?

"I- I am," You say, exhaling sharply as he pounds into you.

"Are you ready to take it all, Jagi?" He asks, statring down at you. You quickly nod, "Yes, please."

He pumps faster, his beautiful eyes closing and opening as he loses focus and control over himself, "Fuck, fuck Jagi," He whimpers, breaking the facade.

This is always your favorite part; the one point in the night where, for a minute, he relinquishes his power to you. How you live for seeing a proud man crumble, if only for a moment.

"Cum inside me, Eun-woo," You beg, "Give it to me!"

His eyes widen as he lets the sound of your begging finally coax him to the edge, and before he can even register what he's doing, his lips are crashing into yours while he spills ever last drop of himself into your hot pussy.

You're surprised at first, but take advantage of it, wrapping your legs around him to bring him even closer as you continue kissing. He doesn't pull away either, even after the moment has long passed since he'd reached his climax.

Finally, you both resurface, and for a little while, neither of you speaks- nor does he get off of (or out of) you. He stares down at you, his expression unfamiliar, especially compared to anything you've seen on him before.

When he does decide to roll off of you, you immediately sit up to begin straightening yourself out to leave, but right when you're about to reach for your panties, he grabs your forearm, "Wait."

You look down at his hand on your arm and then look back up, "Why?"

He won't look at you, just stares up at the ceiling, "You're staying here tonight."

You look around, giving your brain time to register what he's saying to you, and once it does, all you can do is nod and lay back down next to him, "Alright."

A/N: This is a very very toxic situation and no one should ever ever be in a relationship like this, please for the love of God. This is strictly fantasy and not meant to be a personal endorsement for toxicity..........although, Cha Eun-woo, if you're reading this, I accept.

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Y’all, should I expand on this a bit more???

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𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕤 (Taehyung/Jk/Y/n: Pt.3)

Pt.2 || Pt.4

Preview: "What's the matter?" He asks, the moonlight streaking across his face in such a way that only his eyes are visible; and they're fixed on you. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, pounding, begging for you to turn and go- forget any of this ever happened. No one has to know. It's not like he'll tell anyone. You still haven't done anything for him to tell, anyway, right?

He takes a step closer; you feel the heat radiating off of his body. Static electricity, you can hardly stand it. He slowly leans forward and your eyes close involuntarily. Your mind is sounding alarms and whistles- but every part of your body is calling to him.

Suddenly, his lips are just grazing your earlobe; an unexpected, yet very welcomed sensation, "Do you want me to stop?"

Summary: Taehyung is the perfect husband. He's attentive, smart, gentle, and kind; you lucked out when you found him- or rather, when he found you, one cold winter evening. A whirlwind romance turned stable home full of love; what you've wanted your entire life. There's nothing more you could ever ask for.

And yet, something deep inside you...something unspoken that lies in the shadows of your darkest fantasies is coaxed into the light by the one person who could singlehandedly burn it all to the ground...

and there you go, passing him the match.

"Y/n," Jimin calls as he approaches your desk. "Yes, Mr.Park," You say.

He's told you a million times to just call him by his first name at work, but you refuse.

"Jungkook will be about 20 minutes; could you please make sure the conference room is available at that time?" "Yup, it's cleared for you all for whenever he arrives." "Thanks a ton," He smiles.

He's about to turn to walk back to his office but he stops himself and leans in, "Oh, uhm...you mind if Hobi and I steal Tae tonight? We wanna celebrate 'Kook's return."

You shake your head, "Not at all. Go ahead." "Great- uhm...but he doesn't know we're getting him yet so please just- don't tell him." "O....kay," You say, narrowing your eyes at how shifty Jimin is being.

Welp, that's another red flag.

You think back to the other night when Taehyung seemed thrown off by even the mention of Jungkook coming back; this is very much piquing your interest now. You'll have to find a way to ask Taehyung about it.

About forty minutes pass and you can see Hoseok and Namjoon getting antsy in the conference room while Jimin paces by the front desk. Jungkook is late.

"Where the hell is this piece of sh-?" Jimin raises his arm to take a look at his very expensive watch, when suddenly- "Is that any way to talk about a highly in demand and highly handsome branch manager?"

This guy, presumably Jungkook, throws his arm around Jimin's shoulders, who lets out a deep sigh as a smile grows on his face, "This guy!"

They embrace each other for a moment or two, patting each other's backs with, what seems like, all their strength. Men seem to get so much pleasure from hurting each other.

"Come on, the hyungs are in the conference room," Jimin says, leading the way to the guys, though just as Jimin's about to enter, he waves you over, "Y/n, if you can, come take notes for us please."

You quickly grab your laptop, notebook, and pen and hurry into the room after them.

"Jungkook, pleasure to finally meet you," Namjoon says cheerfully, extending his hand for Jungkook to take. "Is it now? I heard you were against my being hired," Jungkook responds, a snarky grin on his face. "Oh, you know how it is in business-" "Hyung, I'm just pulling your leg- don't worry, I don't hold grudges."

"You'll get used to his stupid humor, don't worry," Hoseok says, patting Jungkook's shoulder.

The men's laughter dies down a bit, and then Jungkook turns to you. "And...who might you be?" He asks.

The tone he uses with you is a cross between curiosity and flirtatiousness, and you're not quite sure why, but it makes your cheeks turn hot.

Hoseok clears his throat, "This right here is the jewel of the company; our office manager, Y/n." "Y/n," Jungkook repeats, as though tasting your name for the very first time. "She's Taehyung's wife," Jimin adds.

It's strange, when Jimin says this, his eyes immediately dart toward Jungkook in such a way, almost as to signal...something to him. But what?

Jungkook's smile just grows wider, "Oh, well- nice to meet the wife of a dear friend," He bows. "Nice to meet you as well," You bow in return.

The entire interaction is off, but once everyone settles into their seats, it finally feels like business as usual.

You're always diligent in your notetaking, always careful not to miss even the most minute details; but today, you find yourself subconsciously alternating between taking notes and studying Jungkook.

He's quite attractive: half-moon eyes, brilliant smile that makes his face look quite friendly and approachable, clean cut, broad shoulders, and you can tell he puts a lot of effort into his physique- you're not checking him out or anything, it's just that his boobs are literally bulging through his button up when he takes off his blazer.

Even as he concentrates on everything everyone says, his furrowed brows and focused expression is still quite aesthetically pleasing.

“Did you get that last bit, Y/n?” Hoseok asks. “Hm?” You snap out of your daze and turn to look at him, “Sorry?” "What Hobi said about the inspector?" Jimin asks. "Uhm..." Shoot, you weren't paying attention, "I'm- I'm sorry, could you just repeat it again? Sorry, my mind was elsewhere," You glance at Jungkook, who is already looking at you.

His eyes are slightly narrowed, the corner of his lips turned up ever so slightly, as though he's caught you doing something you shouldn't be. You quickly look away, picking your pen back up. Jimin furrows his brows, thrown off by your uncharacteristic distraction, "Sure. He said the inspector is coming to check out the new building on Friday so we'll need you to make some keys for Jungkook so he can sit in on daily operations here while Hobi and I go to the new site."

You nod, scribbling on your note pad to remind yourself later, "Got it."

"Okay, well, if that's all then our meeting is adjourned," Hoseok says, standing up and rebuttoning his blazer, "'Kook, feel free to stick around so we can introduce you to everyone," Namjoon smiles.

"That sounds great," Jungkook nods, grabbing his blazer from the back of the chair, "You mind if I leave this in your office?" He asks Jimin.

Jimin nods and then turns to you, "Y/n, would you please do us the favor of taking it to the office?" You bow slightly, "Of course."

You step toward Jungkook, who holds out the blazer for you to take, and when you do, your hands brush against one another briefly.

"Thank you, Mrs.Kim," He says, his voice low and, somehow, full of sarcasm.

You look up at him, a confused expression on your face, though he's already turning to follow the men out into the main part of the office.

There is no way you're imaging this. He's being weird.

The rest of the work day goes on as normal, save for the few interruptions whenever Jungkook would go up to someone and introduce himself. Though, after he came up to your cohort of desks, your co-worker, Jenny, couldn't pass up the opportunity to call him a "hot piece of ass" and that, if it weren't an HR violation, she'd let him bend her over right on Jimin's desk. Funny enough, she says the same thing about Jimin.

As per usual, you paid her no mind. Just kept your head down to avoid any more...strange interactions with him.

Finally, it's time to go home. As you're shutting down your computer and gathering your things, you hear a voice from behind you say, "So, how's Tae?"

You turn around, half startled, and bow when you see it's Jungkook.

He bows in return, "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

You shake your head, "No, it's not a problem, Mr.Jeon." "Please, call me Jungkook," He says, leaning on your cubicle. "Oh, alright..." You say, shifting between standing on one leg or the other, "Uhm...Taehyung is good." "I heard he's not at Jin's anymore?" He asks, animated eyes glued on you. "Yeah, he's actually got his real estate license now. Hasn't worked at Jin's since...gosh, I think it's been since our daughter was born."

"You have a daughter, huh? Wow, that's great. Can I see her?" Jungkook asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Sure," You nod, grabbing your phone and opening the gallery to find one of just her, "Here she is."

He looks intently at your screen, his smile softening as he stares for a little while. "She's beautiful...she definitely takes after you," He says, looking back up.

You blush, "Oh, please. Taehyung is definitely the beauty in this pairing."

"You think so?" He asks, his eyes fixed on you. You open your mouth to say something, but Hoseok is coming up to the both of you, slamming his hand on Jungkook's shoulder, "Ready to go, Kook?" He asks.

Jungkook smiles, "Ready as ever."

"Alright- see you, Y/n," Hoseok says, giving you a little wave. "Goodbye, Mrs.Kim," Jungkook says once more before turning and leaving with him.

You give a small bow, and when you come back up, you stare after them, unsure of what to make of this day.

"It's literally fine, I've already started on dinner here for me and baby girl. Don't worry about us," You say into the phone. "You sure? Because I can cancel," Taehyung asks, though his tone is definitely hopeful that you'll agree indefinitely. "Kim Taehyung, I will not repeat myself. Go be with your boyfriends and then come home to me, it's fine," You joke. "Daddy has boyfriends?" D/n asks. "Mind your own beeswax, kid," You say, drawing a giggle from your daughter before she goes back to coloring at the kitchen table.

"Alright, alright. I'll go. Jimin and Hobi were so insistent on me coming, I didn't have the heart to say no anyway. It's been a minute since I've seen them." "Yeah..." You think back to Jungkook, "it has been a while, hasn't it?"

Part of you wants to just give him a heads up about Jungkook being there so he doesn't get caught off guard, but another part wants to trust that Jimin and Hoseok know how to handle it.

After all, regardless of what happened between then, it'll still be good for them to get past it and reconnect.

The conversation drags on for another five minutes and then you're finally able to get him off the phone to continue chopping your onions. You're so engulfed in thoughts of Taehyung and Jungkook that you don't even notice the smell of smoke.

"Eomma, I think your rice is burning," D/n says, her brows furrowed as she stares behind you at the stove.

"Oh my God!" You quickly turn around and shut the burner off, waving your hand over the pot of rice that's gone from steaming to burning.

You lift the lid and let out a deep sigh when you realize it's completely inedible now. Turning to your daughter you give her a small smile, "I guess it's pizza tonight."

It's around 10:30PM when Taehyung comes stumbling through the front door. When you see him, you immediately go to help him to the couch. "Wow, baby. You stink," You grimace at the sour smell of alcohol on his breath. He snorts, "You really know how to make a guy feel special."

You lay him down on the couch and settle on the single seat next to him, "Let me go get some water for you."

You get up to walk to the kitchen, but he reaches up and catches your wrist, "Mm...don't leave," He whines.

"But you need to drink some water, my love." "Is my hydration more important to you than my love?" He asks, eyes still closed as he juts out his bottom lip.

You chuckle, rolling your eyes and conceding, "Fine. I'll sit with you for a little."

You sit criss-cross on on the floor next to him, continuing to hold his hand. You bite your lip, wondering if you should ask how it went or just not overwhelm him with too much in his intoxicated state.

"Why'd you get so drunk tonight?"

He opens his eyes slightly, though he stares up at the ceiling rather than turning to you, "Jungkook was there."

"Is...that a good thing?" You're treading carefully, unsure of whether or not he'll cut the conversation short if you push.

He's silent for a long while, and you almost wonder if he'll answer at all, but finally, he says in a low voice, "Yes."

"Were you happy to see him?" "Not at first..." "Why not?" You rub gentle circles into the skin of his hand between his thumb and index finger. Another long stretch of silence. His expression is unreadable, though you try as hard as you can to read it.

"Remember the night we met?" He asks. "Yes," You nod. "Remember how I told you about that girl? The one I was with before you?" You stare intently at him, unsure of where he's going with this, "Yes."

"While I was in the military...he was the one she was cheating on me with....and he was the one she left me for after I returned."

You're stunned at this revelation; you'd heard certain details here and there about that relationship but this was the key you'd been missing for the past few years.

This is why Jungkook was no longer part of your husband's life, and this is why Jimin, Hoseok, and Jungkook himself were behaving so strangely today.

They know what Jungkook did, and now you do too.

"Have you...forgiven him?" "I don't know...I think so. It was so long ago...and now I have you, I have D/n; Jungkook and I have grown up and lived different lives without one another and I can't lie...I miss him. He was the closest thing to a brother that I could ever have. Even more than the hyungs."

You reach up and stroke his hair gently, wanting to just sooth his sadness. It's rare to see Taehyung so broken up about anything. Sure, he's cried in front of you once or twice, but he typically hides his emotions pretty well. You can see this was a weight that was sitting on his chest for far too long. "I just want my brother back," He says, letting out a yawn; his eyes close and after a minute or two his arm goes limp. You imagine the emoional exhaustion would've gotten him anyway, even if the drunkenness didn't.

You pull the couch throw over him and pull off his shoes, which he forgot to take off when he stumbled in. You give him a kiss on the cheek and turn out one of the lamps before heading up to your bedroom.

You awake the next morning with your husband's arm thrown over your waist; Tae must've made his way up to the room at some point in the night. You gently pick his arm up and slip out of his embrace to go to the restroom.

You brush your teeth, wash your face, and get dressed in some comfortable clothes since you have a few errands to run after you make breakfast. You throw some bacon and eggs on the stove and some bread in the toaster for Tae and D/n, and all it takes is the smell of bacon wafting to the second floor of your house for the both of them to make their way down, the both of them rubbing the sleep out of their eyes.

"Good morning, my sleeping beauties."

"That smells good- I forgot it was your day off today" Taehyung says, his voice sounding even lower than usual.

They both sit down at the table and you come over with their plates, following it with some glasses of orange juice. You then go to your freezer to fill your metal water bottle up, which you only do when you're about to leave the house.

"Are you not gonna eat?" Tae asks. "I ate a little while I cooked. I have to run to the grocery store and then get to the hardware store to make some keys-" "Eomma, can I go?" D/n asks.

You can tell she's readying herself to whine if you say no, so you brace yourself for the water works, "Not this time, princess. I've got a lot to do." As though someone had yelled "Action!" she immediately begins crying and carrying on. You can't even fully blame her; she takes after her father, after all.

You roll your eyes, "Baby girl, we can't do this every time eomma or appa say no to you."

"I wanna go!" She flails her arms and throws herself against the backrest of the chair.

Of course, like a magician, all it takes is Taehyung to lean in really close to her face and gently pinch her nose- not hurting her, just centering her- for her to relax her body, "D/n, you know how some times you tell eomma and appa that we're not allowed to play Barbies with you because you want to play by yourself?" "Mhm..." Her little eyes are fixed on him. "Well, Eomma wants to be by herself right now while she runs her errands. She needs some alone-Barbie-time." "But-" She tries to whine a bit more, but he softly shakes his head, "Alone. Barbie. Time."

You can't help but let out a silent laugh at the sight. Taehyung has always been good at handling your daughter. He's so playful and unserious in the best way possible and you honestly couldn't have picked a better man to have had a child with.

You come over and give Taehyung a kiss on the lips, then you kiss your daughter's forehead, "We'll spend some time when I get home, Princess. I promise."

"Ookaay..." She sighs, picking up her fork and taking a bite of her eggs. Taehyung smiles at you, shooing you away to let you go have your "alone Barbie time"

You got the keys made for Jungkook and picked up all you needed to for the house, along with a little iced coffee for yourself. A girl needs to treat herself everyone once in a while, afterall.

You decide on just dropping the keys off now while you have them since you know you may forget to bring them tomorrow morning. You have the memory of a fish; specifically Dory from Finding Nemo.

You pull up to the company parking lot and are surprised to find a car in Jimin's parking space. It's not totally unusual for the bosses to come on a day off but you know they were probably all hammered last night. You grab the baggy of keys and unlock the building.

The main floor is quiet; a nice contrast from the usual hustle and bustle. You're almost tempted to take a seat at your desk and get some work done, but you know if you don't come home soon, your daughter will probably have your head. You walk over to Jimin and Hoseok's office, though when you open the door, you're surprised to find Jungkook sitting in front of an open laptop, his brows furrowed as he stares at the screen for a few moments before looking up in your direction.

For some reason, you feel almost like a deer caught in the headlights. "Oh, sorry- I didn't mean to interrupt you. I-I thought you were Jimin." "Did you mean to interrupt him instead?" He asks. "No- I, I didn't mean-" Why do you feel so flustered? "I'm kidding," He chuckles, "Jimin just stepped out to pick us up some coffee. Did you need me to call him?" "No, I uhm," You clear your throat, "I just came to drop off the keys I made for you." "Oh, thank you!" He says. You step into the office fully, the door shutting behind you with a faint click.

"I didn't have time to put them on the ring, sorry- I can do it for you if you'd like." "Could you? I'm sorry, I'm just in the middle of reading over some contract stuff," He replies. "Of course..." You gently dump the keys out onto the table and grab the ring to start putting them on.

You put on two of six keys, the process going slowly since your freshly manicured nails keep getting in the way. "Did...Taehyung tell you we all hung out last night?" Jungkook asks, his eyes still on the screen. His question gives you pause, "Hey...may have mentioned something about it."

"Was he totally wasted when he came home?" He laughs. "He was definitely a little less than sober," You laugh a little. "That Tae was never one to hold his liquor very well," He leans back in the chair, "We once had to put him in a shopping cart just to get him home."

You can't help but laugh at the image of your husband totally passed out and the guys having to take turns pushing to cart. Taehyung usually doesn't let himself get to that point but...you suppose last night was an exception.

"Yeah...I've never seen him like that, thankfully." "No?" He asks, tilting his head, his eyes finally on you, "He must have a lot of self-control these days."

The way he says the last line seems to hold a little bit of mischief, so you're grateful that your fingers finally manage to get the last key on the ring, "There, all done."

You hold out the keys to him, and he takes them out of your hand, though this time, there's no accidental brushing of hands. "Thank you, Mrs.Kim," He says, giving you a small bow.

"Of course, Mr.Jeon."

You feel his eyes on you even as you walk away, though you don't dare look at him again. You don't need to form any kind of camaraderie with the likes of someone like him. You'll keep it civil, since he's now one of your bosses, but that's it. Just because your husband forgives him doesn't mean you do.

You get back in your car and, as soon as your hear the engine roar to life, you're quickly jetting out of that parking lot and headed home.

To your family.

[azucarmorena97]

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕤 (Taehyung/Jk/Y/n: Pt.2)

Pt.1 || Pt.3

Chapter Warning: Suggestive writing (PG13)

Preview: "What's the matter?" He asks, the moonlight streaking across his face in such a way that only his eyes are visible; and they're fixed on you. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, pounding, begging for you to turn and go- forget any of this ever happened. No one has to know. It's not like he'll tell anyone. You still haven't done anything for him to tell, anyway, right?

He takes a step closer; you feel the heat radiating off of his body. Static electricity, you can hardly stand it. He slowly leans forward and your eyes close involuntarily. Your mind is sounding alarms and whistles- but every part of your body is calling to him.

Suddenly, his lips are just grazing your earlobe; an unexpected, yet very welcomed sensation, "Do you want me to stop?"

Summary: Taehyung is the perfect husband. He's attentive, smart, gentle, and kind; you lucked out when you found him- or rather, when he found you, one cold winter evening. A whirlwind romance turned stable home full of love; what you've wanted your entire life. There's nothing more you could ever ask for.

And yet, something deep inside you...something unspoken that lies in the shadows of your darkest fantasies is coaxed into the light by the one person who could singlehandedly burn it all to the ground...

and there you go, passing him the match.

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲:

You stare intently at your phone, biting you lip as you scroll through all of your morning emails. It's like, no matter how consistent you are with opening and deleting messages, you always wake up to a million of them. You've still got your eyes glued to the screen when you raise your coffee to take a quick drink, but you somehow manage to overestimate how high up you need to bring it and end up bumping your chin, causing a small stream of hot coffee to spill onto the front of your white button up shirt,

"Shit!" You yell, immediately slamming the mug down and tossing your phone onto the counter.

"Language!" A little voice says from behind you.

You're suddenly reminded that your four year old is sitting at the kitchen table eating her breakfast. You don't turn around, just shut your eyes to try to center yourself before you have an absolute crash out in front of your child.

You clear your throat, "Sorry, baby. Mama just burned the...mess out of herself."

"Nice save," Taehyung says as he enters the kitchen, a smile on his face as he makes his way over to you and goes in for a kiss, "Good morning, my love."

You turn your head slightly so his lips make contact with your cheek; you're busy dabbing at the brown spot on your chest, "'Morning."

"Yeah, you're gonna needa change that," He says, picking up your mug and sipping from it. He's already dressed in his suit, his white shirt perfectly stainless, crisp blazer and dress pants. He looks like he walked straight out of a catalogue, as per usual.

"You don't say," You mutter, tossing the paper towel in the garbage.

"Someone seems like they woke up on the wrong side of the bed," Taehyung says, leaning on the counter. His expression is concerned, but he keeps his tone soft, "You okay?"

You immediately nod and take a second to compose yourself, "I'm-I'm okay, sorry. I just...I haven't been sleeping well and I'm nervous about the lunch meeting with Jimin and Hoseok; I just feel like it's gonna be bad news."

Taehyung sighs, "You think they'll move forward with downsizing?"

"I don't know..." Your mind flashes to all the faces of co-workers who you know really need the jobs they're doing at your company; Jenny's got her sick mom, Jackson just got financially stable enough to start saving for a home for his wife and kid, along with so many other people; how could a company so heartlessly screw people over like that?

"Well...hopefully it isn't too bad. I know it'll be a tough call to make, even for the hyungs," He says.

He, Jimin, and Hoseok go way back. They went to school together and even got their first part time jobs at Jin's together; in fact, it was Taehyung's friendship with them that got you in the company as the office manager in the first place.

You like them well enough: they're polite to you, respectful, playful, and seem to love Taehyung very much...but it's different working for them. Working for them, you see a side that Taehyung wouldn't even fathom. It's not an overtly bad side, per se, but it's a cold one. It's one that is able to detach from any and all feeling and fire hoards of people. They've done it twice in the 4 years you've worked there, and every time, they say, "It's nothing personal"

but rent and bills don't care about whether it's personal or not, do they?

So, this is why it bothers you a bit when Taehyung says things like this: It's hard on them too. It's a tough call. That's the price of being a boss, I suppose.

"I'm gonna go change. D/n, please wrap it up and get those shoes on. I wanna be able to leave as soon as I come back downstairs. You hear me?"

"Yes, eomma."

"Okay, baby. I'm off," Taehyung says, quickly checking his watch, "I gotta go show the house over on Chestnut Ave, you know, the one that's falling apart? If I sell it, I'm getting that bonus!" "That's great, baby," You smile, leaning in and finally giving him a kiss on the lips; one he doesn't want to pull away from so you laugh and push him off yourself, "Go, get that bonus or it's a divoce for you."

"Aye, aye, captian," He smiles.

You watch him walk over and kiss D/n's forehead before heading out the door.

Giving out a loud sigh, you run up to your bedroom to change your shirt.

You're sat at a table across from Jimin, with Hoseok sitting on your right and another associate, Namjoon, on the left of you. The restaurant they've picked is nice; low lighting, minimalistic decor, very modern-looking...and expensive. You've been staring at the menu for a little while trying to find the next cheapest thing to drink that isn't water.

"Order anything you all want; it's on us," Jimin says, that prize winning smile growing in his pretty face. One thing about Taehyung and all his friends? They were all, at one point, definitely angels.

"Oh? Then let me look for the steak and lobster," Namjoon says, smacking Jimin's shoulder. They all laugh, and you force on out too.

It's always the same jokes at these things. Same topics of conversation as the appetizer, and then waiting for everyone to take a few bites of the main course and then pretend they're full so they can get to what they're all really here for.

No one's ever just here for the food...the overpriced, underseasoned food.

"Look, expanding is gonna be tricky, but I think, with the right management, it can be a relatively smooth transition," Jimin says. "I understand that but I am...concerned, to say the least, about this guy you're bringing in. I mean it's been how many years since he's been out of the game?" "We understand your concern, which is why we're putting our neck on the line for him. And it isn't like he was just out here twiddling his thumbs, he was completing his military service and taking care of a few of our...other investments," Hoseok says, he and Jimin glancing at each other briefly at the last part of his sentence. "Right..."Namjoon says, staring at the both of them for a long while, taking a sip of his bourbon before turning to you, "Ms.Kim, you've been awfully quiet. What do you think?"

You've been trying to keep your head down this entire conversation, just trying to wrap your head around everything being said. Now that it's your turn to speak, you hardly know what to say yourself.

"Well?" Jimin urges, his eyes seeming to go right through you.

"I...think that I'm not a business owner, nor do I know what all goes into running one...but I find that I tend to lean toward whichever decision costs the least amount of jobs. So, if bringing this new guy in to manage this branch will free you all up to open another and take some people with you," You bite your lip, choosing your words carefully, "and if Jimin and Hoseok are willing to vouch for him, then I think we should go for it."

Jimin and Hoseok seem very pleased with your answer, and they both turn to Namjoon, "So...?"

"So..." Namjoon sighs, throwing his hands up in the air in surrender as he gives a big smile, his dimples on full display, "I'm in. Let's do it. But he better be good."

"Oh, trust; no one can do it like Jungkook."

You've heard talk of Jungkook a few times over the course of the last five years. You know he was once Taehyung's best friend, more than Jimin or Hoseok, and that they'd gone to church together throughout their childhood. It's strange though; Taehyung loves to yap about how childhood and nostalgic memories- but despite Jungkook having once held the title of best friend, you don't know a whole lot about him or why they ended up losing contact, but then again, you never really thought to ask either.

"Then it's settled, you'll bring your guy and we'll give it a year long probationary period; if he's as good as you say he is, we should be seeing results within...the first few months, I'd say," Namjoon leans back in his chair. "Absolutely. We'll tell him to come down next week so you can all meet him," Jimin nods, taking one last swig of his drink. "We'll sign everything then."

You lean on your dresser for support as you bend over to peel your stockings off, the sudden cool air feeling delightful against your skin. You sigh in relief, tossing the ball of fabric into your clothes basket.

"How much do you think it'll cost?" Taehyung asks from inside the bathroom.

"Mm, I don't know- an arm and a leg?" You roll your eyes. "Be serious," He comes out and sits on the bed.

"No, my love, you be serious," You say, slightly exasperatedly, "I mean, she's four years old, for goodness sake. What in the world would she need to go to a private pre-school for?"

"To get a head start in life? It would be great for her future!" He says, leaning forward so his elbows are on his knees, "Don't we want that for our daughter?"

"Taehyung, I just feel like...I don't know. Sometimes you mentally live in this world where money is this abstract concept that is easily acquired rather than easily lost."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asks, furrowing his brows and looking up at you. He's always been the most expressive with his eyes; it's like reading an open book.

You can see you've hurt his feelings, so you step forward so you're standing right in front of him, lifting his chin with your finger so he's looking right up at you.

"Tae...I know you want the best for D/n, and you know I do too...Let's just sit on this idea for a little while and maybe when she's in first grade or so, we can see about the private school, okay?"

He stares up at you like a puppy, and you can see the distress melting off of his face, "Okay..."

"Are we good now?" You ask, letting his chin rest on your stomach while your arms come to hold the back of his head. "Almost," He says, his deep voice reverberating against your midsection as his hands begin trailing up your bare legs. "Almost?" You echo with a smile, beginning to grab onto fistfulls of his hair.

"Almost," He repeats, bringing one of his hands up to cup your ass while the other he uses to unbutton your shirt.

He begins butterfly kissing your stomach, the warmth sending goosebumps throughout your entire body. Suddenly, he's raising the hem of your skirt up to reveal your pretty pink panties.

His fingers play with the waistband, purposely teasing you. He's about to begin pulling it down, but you stop him, "Wait- I haven't made dinner yet," You say breathlessly. "How about..." He tugs down on a part of your waistband and lightly kisses the red indentations. Your eyelids flutter as you get lost in the sensation. He slowly tugs your panties down, inch by inch, "How about we eat out tonight."

"Good night, baby," You say, kissing your daughter's forehead, "Goodnight, eomma."

You smile and lightly pinch her nose before turning off her bedside lamp, leaving only the glow of her bunny night light.

You gently close the door behind you and let out a quiet sigh, feeling suddenly very tired.

"Let's hope she stays their all night," You say, dragging your feet into your bedroom. "Oh God, she's been driving me nuts lately," Taehyung groans, letting himself fall over to your side of the bed. "I don't get what's with her lately" You say, tapping his shoulder to sit up. "Maybe it's like a...developmental thing." "I guess," You throw the covers over so you're able to crawl in.

"Oh! How did your meeting go?" Tae asks, looking as though he's bracing himself for your response. You shrug, "I guess it went well. I don't think they'll be letting anyone go yet; they're gonna end up expanding with another branch so they may just be taking some of these jobs with them."

"How will they manage that? Will Jimin stay in one and Hobi in the other?" You shake your head, "No, they're actually bringing someone in- that guy you've told me about a few times- Jungkook."

Taehyung's expression falls slightly, though he seems to catch himself and force a smille, "Wow, that's- that's great."

"I...suppose," You eye him, unsure of whether or not to call attention to the very obvious change in his demeanor at the mention of Jungkook's name, "Anyway, people will get to keep their jobs so, I'm happy."

"That's really good to hear," He says, turning away from you to shut off his lamp, "Alright, baby," He says, clearing his throat and leaning in for a kiss, to which you oblige. "Good night, my love."

You both turn your backs on one another and after a few minutes, you hear him softly snoring behind you, meanwhile, you replay the image of his reaction trying to think of how in the world they went from best friends to...whatever this is.

A/N: So I recently have been seeing news of Taehyung becoming an ambassador for Coca-Cola, and I just want to say that, while I do love BTS, I am 100% against what Taehyung is doing and how he is ignoring backlash, to the point of turning off his comments on IG. As a Latina who is angered about seeing my people being rounded up like animals by the POTUS who is being backed up by evil companies like Coca-Cola, I no longer support this company. I also stand heavily with Palestine and am very disappointed in stars like Taehyung who are seeking profit rather than being decent human beings. After this series, I will not be writing anything else with Taehyung unless he expresses true remorse for having turned his back on people like this. And if you're an ARMY who cannot hold your favs accountable, then unfollow me, babe <3

[azucarmorena97]

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕤 (Taehyung/Jk/Y/n: Pt.1)

Pt.2 ||

Preview: "What's the matter?" He asks, the moonlight streaking across his face in such a way that only his eyes are visible; and they're fixed on you. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, pounding, begging for you to turn and go- forget any of this ever happened. No one has to know. It's not like he'll tell anyone. You still haven't done anything for him to tell, anyway, right?

He takes a step closer; you feel the heat radiating off of his body. Static electricity, you can hardly stand it. He slowly leans forward and your eyes close involuntarily. Your mind is sounding alarms and whistles- but every part of your body is calling to him.

Suddenly, his lips are just grazing your earlobe; an unexpected, yet very welcomed sensation, "Do you want me to stop?"

Summary: Taehyung is the perfect husband. He's attentive, smart, gentle, and kind; you lucked out when you found him- or rather, when he found you, one cold winter evening. A whirlwind romance turned stable home full of love; what you've wanted your entire life. There's nothing more you could ever ask for.

And yet, something deep inside you...something unspoken that lies in the shadows of your darkest fantasies is coaxed into the light by the one person who could singlehandedly burn it all to the ground...

and there you go, passing him the match.

𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘:

"I'm gonna have to be late- no, I know...I understand that but it's not my fault the tire gave-" You huff into the phone at your brother who is already scolding you for not having changed your tires like he'd warned you to do before making the 5 hour drive to his house.

At this point, your teeth are chattering so loud, you can hardly hear his voice on the other line, "No- no, I don't need you to come. I'll call someone...yes, I will let you know if I need you, dude. Get off my ass." With that, you're hanging up the phone and shoving it into your pocket.

Your snow boots crunch against the cold ground as you back up to try to assess the situation. You know you have to call someone to come with a tire, but you're already wincing at the idea of having to pay for it; money's tight as it is, the last thing you need is to spend the little that you do have.

You stand there for a second, arms wrapped around yourself to shield against the snow that's starting to pick up slightly. "Why today of all days?" You mutter, reaching back into your pocket.

As you're about to pull up Google to try to find a number to call, a car drives past you, then promptly begins backing up so that it's parallel to your car. You try to straighten up, so as not to look too vulnerable. You don't do well with strangers and would rather not be perceived as easy prey. You quickly bring your mask up to cover your mouth and nose, feeling instantly better with the tiny barrier between your face and the stranger who is now rolling down his passenger side window.

"Hey Miss...do you need help?" He yells out, trying to be heard over the wind and rustling trees lining the road. You clear your throat and shake your head, barely glancing at the driver, "N-no, it's okay. I'm- I'm gonna call someone." "Are you sure?" He asks. "Yup, there's a local mechanic...somewhere close by that I'll call." The masked stranger looks ahead for a moment, as though deep in thought, before looking in your direction again, "I'm sorry to say, Miss, but the only mechanic in town has closed for the evening." Your heart sinks. Is he telling the truth, though? For all you know, this dude could be a total weirdo who's just trying to take advantage of you. "Well, I'll try my luck. Thanks!" You turn around to face your car again, hoping he'll get the hint and drive off...but he doesn't. He just drives forward to park in front of your car, though he doesn't make a move to get out.

Let me call these people and get the hell out of here. You quickly look for the number of the car shop nearest to you and click the link to the number. It rings about two times before there's an answer from an exceptionally deep voice. "Jin Hyung's Tire, this is V, how may I assist you?" You sigh in relief, "Oh, thank God. I was so worried you were closed for the night!" "Well, we were but maybe I can still help. What's the problem, ma'am?" "Thank you so much. My tire just popped and so I'm sitting on the side of the road right now. I also don't have a spare with me." "Okay ma'am, easy fix. May I ask for your name and location of vehicle?" "I'm Y/n L/n, and I'm...I'm," You look around, desperately trying to figure out where you are, "I- I don't know where I am," You say defeatedly. "Hm...okay, can you describe your surroundings...?" "There's- uh, there's trees." "Trees," V echoes in a somewhat sarcastic tone, "Is there anything else?" "No, I don't see anything- Oh wait! There's a little red house looking thing- it looks like a...tollbooth of some kind," You say, squinting your eyes in the distance. "Ah, okay. I know exactly where you are. Okay, sit tight and we'll send someone out to you very shortly." "Oh great, thank you so much- and please hurry, there's this-" You lower your voice just enough for the man in the car not to hear you, "-this weirdo parked here and I'm feeling uncomfortable." "We will be sure to fix the tire, ma'am- and the weirdo," He assures before hanging up.

The call has ended, but you continue holding your phone in your hand, just to be safe. "Ain't gonna catch me slipping," You mutter, glancing at the other car. Suddenly, the stranger's car is opening, and a long leg steps out onto the asphalt. "The- the repair service is coming," You say, almost as if to the threaten this guy. When he's fully out of the car, you realize how tall he is. His hair is brown and shaggy, his build is slender but you can see a bit of definition through the black turtle neck he's wearing. The last detail you notice as he finally approaches, is his eyes. They're like nothing you've ever seen before; like cat's eyes with dark, black pupils; even with his mask on, you can tell he's handsome. But he could be a creep all the same. "Sir, I don't know who you are but I don't need you help." He stops when he's a good four feet away, before slowly bowing to you, "I'm V, from Jin Hyung's Tire."

You fix your mouth to say something, but are stuck when his words finally register in your brain, "J-Jin Hyung's Tire?" You repeat incredulously, going from defensive to dumbfounded, "Oh- Oh my God, I'm so sorry," You bow in response, apologetically covering your eyes in embarrassment. He chuckles, the same deep voice you'd heard on the phone sounding different than what he sounded like when he'd called out over the loud wind initially. His eyes become more almond shaped with every laugh, "Don't worry about it- I'm sure I did come off as creepy but I promise I was just driving by and didn't want you to get stuck out here." "Oh my, thank you so much- it's so cold out here, I would've been screwed if you didn't drive by." "Well, good thing I did," He says, reassuringly blinking his eyes at you before lightly jogging the few feet to the trunk of his car, pulling out a lug wrench and a jack.

"You mind if I take down my mask?" He asks as he rolls up his sleeves. "Go ahead," You gesture, taking just a few steps backward to give him enough space to work (and breathe) freely. Rather than just yanking down his mask, he takes it off completely and puts it in his pocket, and when he does, you practically have to focus all your energy on not allowing your jaw to completely fall to the floor. He's gorgeous- arguably the most beautiful man you've ever laid eyes on. An angel from heaven. God's favorite. A statue come to life- goodness, get a grip.

You clear your throat, trying to recenter yourself. Luckily, he doesn't even notice your very obvious internal struggle, as he's fully focused on the task at hand. You find yourself even forgetting to shiver from how hard you're staring at him. "Almost done," He says, snapping you out of your thoughts. "Wow, you're fast," You say sheepishly. "Fastest man alive," He grins, tightening the last lug nut on the tired before slowly bringing the car back down to level. "Thank you so much," You breathe, your exhale coming out as a thick cloud of vapor from the drastic difference in temperature between your body and the present world. "Of course- now here's the thing, this tire will only be enough to get your from here and down to the shop so I can put on the real thing. I don't know if you had somewhere to be..." "Oh no...my brother's house is thirty minutes away," You sigh, biting your bottom lip. "Okay, well I can take you there after we leave the car at the shop-" "Oh, no you don't have to do that," "Don't worry about it, 30 minutes is no time at all." "Are you sure?" You ask, feeling embarrassed by his generosity. "I'm sure," He smiles- goodness, there's just no way this man isn't a model. "O-okay, then yes. Thank you so much," You say, pushing a lock of hair behind your ear. "Great- I'll lead the way."

The drive to the shop is quick, only about ten minutes, and when you finally get there, you take your suitcases out and let him jump in to put your car inside. "Okay, ready?" He asks when he comes back out. You nod, "Yes." You're about to carry the suitcases to his car, but he wordlessly takes them from you. The bags are definitely heavy, but he picks them up like they weigh absolutely nothing. "Thank you so much," You say shyly. "No problem," He smiles, urging you to get in.

The tops of the trees are covered in white snow, matching the icy roads. You can tell he's diving cautiously but he seems very at ease behind the wheel, one hand guides the car while the other rests on the center console. You sneak in a peak or two, taking in the veins and tendons in his hands, his shapely fingers, the way he's decorated three of his fingers with silver rings. "What brings you out here, Y/n?" He asks. Your caught off guard by his use of your name, momentarily forgetting you gave it to him over the phone. "I- I have my brother's Christmas party. He- he's having a baby next month so it's his last child free holiday." "Oh, that sounds like fun." "Mm..." You sigh, picturing your brother and sister in law's sour faces; expressions they often wore, as they definitely hate each other. "No fun?" He asks, looking at you as he awaits your response, a surprised look on his face. You catch yourself and clear your throat, "I-yeah, it's fun." "Right..." He chuckles, clearly not buying your fake excitement. You can't help but laugh with him, "Okay, okay, well...I'm the oldest of four siblings, so...every time one of them hits these kind of milestones, I just get more and more questions from family members," You look down at your hands.

"Hm...what kinds of questions?" He keeps his eyes on the road, but you somehow know he's listening; you can feel it. "Like...Y/n, why haven't you found a good man to settle down with? You can't date around forever. You're brother and sisters all have established careers and families- why can't you?" You sigh, looking out the window, so as to not show your bummed out expression too much. He shakes his head in disapproval, "You too, huh?" "What, your family gets on you about your career?" "Not just that- literally everything you just said. They're not happy I'm a mechanic, and they attribute my singleness to it at every turn," This dude's single? "And I know what you're thinking, 'This dude's single? But he's so handsome and hot," He says with a playful smirk. You can't help but laugh, astounded at how self aware he is, "Goodness, way to toot your own horn." "Hey, enough Ajummas have tried setting me up with their daughters for me to have some kind of inkling about myself." "Not the ajummas," You're fully jerking forward with laughter, finding his honesty refreshing, "And no keepers?" "Not a one," He smiles. He really does have a beautiful smile. "Really? Well, what's wrong with you?" You brazenly ask. "Hm, good question...well, I care too much, I have too great time management, I'm too hardworking-" "Oh God, you are too much, how about that?" You sigh, a large smile still on your face. "Well, what about you? What are your reasons for being forever alone, as they say?"

"Me? Well, I'm...a pretty guarded person," You shrug, deciding to answer honestly, "It's not that I can't find someone, it's that I don't really let myself." "Oh? And why is that?" "I...I don't really know." Lie. "Is that right?" He asks, glancing at you, "No idea at all?" "Not a one," You echo his words from earlier.

You come to a stop at a red light, and he turns to you slightly, "Wanna know the real reasons I'm single?" "Shoot," You nod, urging him to continue. "Well, for a period of time in my early twenties, I was with this girl...she was beautiful, talented, smart- I had a lot of firsts with her- and then at 21, I enlisted in the military, you know, to get it over with. We had plans: I'd serve, she'd save some money in the meantime, and then when I got out, we'd go in on a home together and build together like my parents did," He continues on down the road, and you know you're really close to your brother's house, but you're engrossed in everything this guy is saying, "but then, the day came and I was finally back home, and as I was getting ready for the party my parents had arranged, I got a text message from her saying that she was sorry and that she couldn't do this anymore," He finally stops in front of your brother's house, but rather than hurrying you out of the car, he parks it and shuts it off, and then you both sit in silence for a little while, the only noise being the wind blowing as snow continues to stack upon itself on the sidewalks and roads. "I guess you can say I'm pretty guarded too," He finally breaks the silence, "I haven't been in a relationship since." "Wow...thank you for sharing that with me," You say, facing him as much as you can, mulling over what he's just told you. "Just don't tell anyone," He chuckles shyly, looking down at his hands. "Your secret's safe with me," You smile softly.

"Well, we're here- I'll help you with your bags," He says, unbuckling himself and throwing the car door open before you can even object. It's freezing outside, so you anxiously run to help, Once you make it to your brother's front porch, you pound on his door to open it. "Okay, so I'll give you a call as soon as I open the shop and replace your tire," V says. "Y-yes, thank you so much again. I owe you one, big time," You bow. "Yes, you do," He says, giving you a look that makes your entire body feel instantly warm. His eyes are low and his smile is gentle. Suddenly, the door opens, "Oh God, Y/n, finally. Hun, Y/n just got here! Put on the tea!" Your brother yells into the house. "Hey man, thanks for your help. How much do we owe you?" Your brother asks, already taking his wallet out. "No, don't worry. It's already squared away," V says, glancing at you, his smile unwavering, "Have a good night," He bows one last time, jogging down the five steps and over to his car, promptly pulling off and driving away.

"Didn't know male models moonlight as mechanics," Your brother says sarcastically, picking up the bags and leading the way into the house. You continue looking off into the distance for a few moments before finally closing the door on the blizzard raging outside.

As expected, dinner is hellish and drawn out. Your brother and sister in law try desperately to hide behind fake laughs and gentle caresses, and for the most part, it works; your cousins and extended family are all buying it. But not you. You've seen enough to know when two people can't stand the sight of one another- it's a wonder she got pregnant in the first place. Everyone is drinking and having fun, boisterous laughter fills the entire house, but you can't bring yourself to enjoy in the festivities, so you go around helping serve or cleaning up after people. May as well be useful, you suppose. At least you won't have to dodge any questions; you'll be out of sight and out of mind.

Despite your sullen mood, you find your mind wandering back to the conversation in the car, where V talked about his last relationship. It was quite a personal story to share, though you didn't mind it at all- which is strange, because you're not one to ask how people are feeling or delve into people's personal lives. You couldn't help but to find his openness endearing. "Lost in thought?" You're startled by your youngest sister's voice, "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," She smiles. "No- it's totally fine." "You're quiet tonight," She stands next to you at the kitchen sink, handing you a plate to wash before propping herself up to sit on the counter. "Yeah, just...tired." "I'm sure. The drive between your house and B/n's is no joke." "Not at all...got a flat on the way here." "What? Was everything okay? You should've told me-" "Everything's okay now, Y/s/n," You say, waving her away, "I was able to call a mechanic." "Oh, okay, great. I didn't see it in the driveway though," She says, swinging her legs as she stares into the dining room at your family gathered together. "The mechanic," Your mind brings up an image of V in the driver's seat, "was already closed but he gave me a ride here and said he'd change the tire in the morning." "Oh wow, he was closed and still gave you a ride? That was nice of him." "It was..." You nod slowly, wiping your hands on a dish towel.

"Y/s/n, let's go," You say, holding a bobby pin between your teeth as you add the finishing touches to your bun. "Mmm...you are so lucky you're my sister," Y/s/n groans, her swollen face contorted into the world's ugliest frown as she shuffles into the kitchen. Except for you and your sister in law, everyone is hung over and walking around like zombies. You'd have asked your sister in law, but you don't really feel like hearing her talk your ear off about her parenting classes and how the baby makes her throw up so much that she can't gain any weight and how she's pregnancy-glowing "too much" and men keep coming up to her not knowing she's pregnant. Anyway, Y/s/n it is.

You decide to have mercy on your sister and drive on the way to the mechanic. V had texted you about an hour before that the car was ready to be picked up, so it should be a smooth transition once you get there. "Was the ride to B/n's house awkward last night with the mechanic?" She asks from the passenger seat, picking at her nails. "Not at all," You keep your eyes on the road. "What'd you talk even talk about? Mechanics are always like, old dad-types," She snickers. "Not this one." "What, was he your age?" "I think so," You shrug. "...was he cute?" "Yeah," You nod, turning your blinker on. She sits up, suddenly very interested, "Oh, how cute?" You think back to his delicate features and deep voice, "I don't know...very?" "Ugh, you're so frustrating," She leans back again and settles in her previous position. "You'll literally see him once we get there," You laugh, "He's very...very handsome, I don't think I could really capture his beauty with my words. How's that?" "Hm, much better."

You finally pull up to the tire shop, and you find that your heartrate is kind of picking up. Why? Why do you feel like this? "Why aren't you getting out?" Your sister asks. "I-I, uhm. I am," You stumble over your words as you undo your seatbelt. She stares at you for a moment, trying to read you face, "Are you...nervous?" You freeze for a moment, unsure of how to respond, "I-" "Oh, I have to know what this guy looks like," She says, a huge smile plastered across her face as she quickly unbuckles and throws the door open to get out of the car. "Wait-" You try to call after her but after running a few steps, you see him-

His hair looks a bit more tame today, same vibrant expression he wore last night when he first met you- thought today, he's got on a formfitting white long sleeve that leaves practically nothing to the imagination, and his jeans are just the right amount of loose- "Y/n," Your sisters voice, once again, brings you back to reality. "Hm?" "He said hi." "Oh-h- hey, V," You say nervously, trying hard to look calm and collected. He smiles, "Hey- glad you made it safely. Your car is all ready to go. I'll drive it out to you," He says. You nod, shoving your hands in your hoodie pockets so he won't see you picking at your fingers. "Never use the word 'cute' to describe a man of this caliber again," Y/s/n says, crossing her arms over her chest as you both watch him back out of the garage and put it in park. "All set," he says, stepping out and standing next to you. You can smell his cologne mixed in with car grease- not an unpleasant smell at all; almost intoxicating.

"Thank you so much for helping my sister...uhm, what was your name again?" Y/s/n asks, turning up the charm by at least to notches. "Professionally, I go by V but my name is Taehyung." You look at him, surprised at the revelation, "Taehyung? Wow, what a beautiful name. Isn't it a beautiful name?" She nudges you. "Y-yeah, it is. Definitely." "Thanks, what's your name?" He asks, crossing his arms like your sister, though when he does it, you can see his arm muscles bulge out nicely underneath the taut fabric of his shirt. You're trying to be good but you catch your gaze lingering on his arms for way longer than it should be. "Y/s/n. I'm Y/n's little sister." "Oh, nice. Did you all have a good dinner last night?" "Oh, she told you about that, did she? Did she tell you about how she doesn't have a boyfriend?" Y/s/n smiles mischievously, tilting her head as she sizes Taehyung up. You furrow your brows and hit her shoulder, "Why the fuck would you say that?" "What? I was just-" "She did," Taehyung stuns the both of you, "but...I was hoping maybe we could see aout changing that."

Your sister and you exchange shocked glances. "Well, I can see you two have some stuff to talk about so, I'm gonna go ahead and drive back. Call me if you need me," Y/s/n says, shooting you a smile and moving quickly back to the car, hurrying so you can't get out of going for it. You stand there for a moment, unsure of what to say, "Th-thanks for getting her off my back" "You're definitely welcome but that wasn't really my intention," His smile softens, and the way he looks at you from under his lashes makes you want to melt. "I said it because it's true. I want to take you out." "Really? But...why?" "I don't know...I just do. I have a good feeling about you." You stare at him for a long time, your mind going back and forth, every single instinct is telling you to turn and run, but the softness of his gaze makes you feel...so safe. How could a perfect stranger make you feel so at home like this?

"Alright." "Alright...what?" He asks, animated eyes full of hope. "I'll let you take me out."

[azucarmorena97]

Lights On (Cha Eun-Woo Short)

A/N: An incredibly rare non-BTS piece 🫣 Only because I've been watching True Beauty and can’t get this beautiful man out of my head 🫦 ( A Hwang In-Yeop piece may just be next!)

Warning: Smut, self-deprecation, humiliation, tsundere Eun-Woo! Toxic fwb's, abusive language, consensual degradation

Character details: midsize to plus size with very low self-esteem (this is important to the story, as it’s connected to the humiliation aspect)

He stares down at you, eyes cold and expression almost completely flat- except for the way the corner of his mouth turns slightly at the sight of the tears pooling in your eyes.

“Why are you crying?” He asks, though it sounds more like a statement.

You can’t even answer; you’re on your knees in front of him, eyes locked on his as your lips tremble. You try your best to ignore the stinging, as you’ve now been kneeling for about 10 minutes. He won’t let you get up.

He bends down and grabs your face, squishing it in his hand as he forces you to crane your neck up at him even more, “Don’t tell me I’ve hurt your feelings.”

Before you can say anything, he aggressively drops your face, practically throwing it away from himself. You keep your eyes low, the tears finally spilling on the ground in front of you. You can only hear his foot steps as he walks around you.

You can’t see him, but you know what he’s doing.

“Eun-woo, please-“ You whisper.

He clicks his tongue in disapproval, “You’re gonna have to beg harder than that.”

“Please- I know I did something bad, I just-“

“Something bad?” He repeats incredulously, ending up behind you, “Tell me what you did.”

“I- I spoke to you at lunch,” You whimper.

He doesn’t say anything for a little while, but you can imagine him: eyes trailing over your body, the way your breasts are too big to sit up on their own, how your belly protrudes in such a way that your skirt cuts into you- or his favorite part- the way your thighs expand to three times the size of his when you kneel like this.

“Look up,” He instructs from behind you.

You don’t hesitate to obey his command, but when you do, you’re disgusted with the sight of yourself in the full length mirror that stands a few feet away. You’d never own such a mirror; as though you’d even want to look at yourself that closely. You can't help but turn your face away.

“I said look,” He snaps at you, reaching over to yank your head up to look at your reflection once more. You see how his face expression has changed, from borderline apathetic to that of a half-starved man. “Look at yourself,” He chuckles dryly, kneeling down behind you, “You’re a mess.”

It’s true. Your mascara has run down your face, the three top buttons of your shirt have ripped open, the others bulging as though they’re sure to pop soon. Your hair is wild and frizzy, cheeks red-

He could absolutely devour you right now.

"What'd I tell you to do whenever you see me in public?" He hisses, though this time, he says it directly into your ear. The heat of his breath sends goosebumps down your spine, and suddenly, you feel an immediate tightness between your legs- How you hate your body for having this reaction to his cruelty, but you can't help it.

"Too keep my eyes down and just walk past," You cry, "I'm sorry, Eun-woo."

"It's a little late for sorry's, Jagiya," He lets go of your hair, and there's instant relief to your scalp, "Time to pay tribute."

Paying tribute. That's what he calls it. Every time you meet him here and he's able to get his fill out of you; tribute. When he's able to get his fill of the most intimate parts of you; tribute. If it were real money, you'd be bankrupt and he'd be thee richest man in the country.

You watch his reflection as he lowers his body so he's also kneeling behind you. "Bend over," He says, leaning back on his hinds and gently pushing you forward. You do as he urges; you're nothing if not obedient- for the most part.

As you bend over, your skirt threatens to fall upward and expose the bare flesh of your ass. He smooths a hand over the surface of your bottom, helping your skirt the rest of the way up, "Mm..." He says in satisfaction.

"Arch higher."

You get lower, poking your ass out as much as it would go, and, without warning, a loud and painful smack fills the room; the stinging resounds throughout your entire body, "Ah!"

"What's wrong, Jagi? You haven't gotten used to it yet? Even after all this time?" He asks, continuing with another smack, then another one.

"N-not yet," You moan, "I'm sorry."

"Actually, I'm the sorry one," He says, though his tone doesn't change, "Sorry this is your only good fucking angle."

His words hurt more than the strikes, but you can't resist how excited it makes you feel. Such an attractive man finds you hideous, and yet, here he is. With you.

He slickly pushes your underwear to the side, so quickly you don't even realize it at first- not until he's sinking two fingers into you, feeling every centimeter of depth you have to offer. Your moans escape without your permission; a sound that makes his ears perk up like a dog...or maybe more like a ravenous wolf.

"What's the matter, Jagi? Is it too much?"

"N-no," You quickly shake your head.

"No?" He asks, raising a brow, then promptly adding another finger.

Pain. Pleasure. Euphoria. Hatred. He makes you feel it all.

You wince at the sharp feeling, though it's a pain you've realized you enjoy more than anything in this world. You deserve this pain.

"Are you ready for me, Jagi?" He asks, continuing to pump.

"I- I don't know," You say, though you both know you've been ready from the second he called you into his dorm.

He doesn't respond, just shoves you so you're now on your side, "Get on your back."

You slowly roll over, bringing your knees up as though to guard the one thing he's after.

"Open." He commands.

You bite your lip, butterflies fill your stomach as you hesitate to meet his expectation.

His lips are a tight line as he furrows his brows at you, "What. Did. I. Say."

Slowly, you spread your legs, exposing yourself to him completely. "Was that so hard?" He asks before reaching under your thighs to yank you closer to him.

He's so beautiful. Truly like a statue of a god; his eyes are your most favorite thing about him. Those eyes fool a lot of people; childlike, saintly- and his smile is like nothing you've ever seen before...but underneath those eyes is a certain venom-like fury that only comes out behind the safety of closed doors.

His fingers dig into the flesh of your fat thighs as he lowers himself to your heat; he can't help but get a little taste before the main event. His tongue circles your clit: once, twice, three times, breathing you in deeply. "Mm," You moan, beginning to slowly grind your hips upward into his face, to which he responds with a sharp slap on your pussy, "Hey," He reprimands sternly.

"Sorry, Eun-woo," You say breathlessly.

He comes back down, though this time, he practically smothers the entire bottom half of his face into your wetness, putting just the right amount of pressure on your clit and tight hole that you're already so close to singing for him.

"Oh-Oh my God- I'm-I'm" You're trying not to scram but it's so hard when you're so close.

He continues, his mouth working and working a it to get you there; he's absolutely devouring you.

"Fuck!" You cry, bucking forward into his mouth, which is still violently going at your clit.

"Eun-woo, it's-it's too much-" You try to wiggle out of his grasp, your now overly sensitive clit getting the beating of her life, though you know if you stay in that position for just five more minutes, he'll get another one out of you yet.

But you want to make things difficult for him the way he does for you. That's what you both like. Like a game of cat and mouse; there's no thrill without a chase.

When he resurfaces, his mouth is glistening with saliva and your cum. He says nothing, just grabs onto your shirt to pull you so that you're sitting up, "Go on, taste yourself," He says. You swallow hard.

This is one thing that's new tonight.

You've been sleeping together for three months; late night fucks and prompt exits have become routine. He's turned you every which way, explored practically every inch of your naked body- but you have never ever kissed him. Not once. Or rather, he's never kissed you. You'd have kissed him and even more in a heartbeat, same as any other girl would, you suppose. Who wouldn't want to have the chance to be with, arguably, the most handsome man on campus- no, the most handsome in the entire city?

But as someone who grew up as a certified ugly, you'd take what you could get, even if it means being absolutely degraded. Even if it means being his glorified sex toy.

Your heart skips a beat at the idea of your lips finally meeting his. You slowly inch your face closer to his, afraid that any sudden movement will somehow make him dissolve to ash.

Your eyes close as you're finally three centimeters away from his face, but he laughs again, just like he did before; a dry, mean laugh.

"Aw, Jagi," He says, eyes connecting to yours, "Did you really think I'd let you fucking kiss me?"

Your cheeks flush red with embarrassment.

Part of you wants so desperately to just run out. You're still fully dressed, save for your panties that came off at some point; you could run out right now and not look back...

But how could you walk away from the most beautiful man that will probably ever give you the time of day- or rather, night.

"S-sorry," You say quietly, eyes darting to the floor.

"Apologize again," He says, not breaking eye contact as he begins leaning more and more forward, causing you to slowly lay back down.

"I'm sorry."

"Again," He hisses, positioning himself between your legs.

"I'm sorry," Your breathing picks up.

"Again!" He gets louder, hovering over you on one arm while the other hand is reaching down to unzip himself.

"I'm sorry," You bring your hand up to rest gently on the back of his head. His eyes close momentarily in response to the gentle touch, "Tell me you want me," He growls, gently biting into the skin of your.

"I want you so badly," You cry.

He plunges into you without another word, mercilessly pumping his entire length into you, your legs going back and forth every time he slams into you. "Fucking tell me you want me," He growls again.

"I. Want. You. So. Bad," You say with every one of his thrusts.

"You're so fucking lucky to be here with me," He says, squishing your face again in his hand, his face so close to yours again. You nod as best as you can, considering how tight his grip is on you.

"No other guy would ever want you. You're so lucky I do," He says in your ear, alternating between nibbling on your lobe and kissing your neck in between sentences.

Your eyes widen, though he's unable to see.

You want me?

"I- I am," You say, exhaling sharply as he pounds into you.

"Are you ready to take it all, Jagi?" He asks, statring down at you. You quickly nod, "Yes, please."

He pumps faster, his beautiful eyes closing and opening as he loses focus and control over himself, "Fuck, fuck Jagi," He whimpers, breaking the facade.

This is always your favorite part; the one point in the night where, for a minute, he relinquishes his power to you. How you live for seeing a proud man crumble, if only for a moment.

"Cum inside me, Eun-woo," You beg, "Give it to me!"

His eyes widen as he lets the sound of your begging finally coax him to the edge, and before he can even register what he's doing, his lips are crashing into yours while he spills ever last drop of himself into your hot pussy.

You're surprised at first, but take advantage of it, wrapping your legs around him to bring him even closer as you continue kissing. He doesn't pull away either, even after the moment has long passed since he'd reached his climax.

Finally, you both resurface, and for a little while, neither of you speaks- nor does he get off of (or out of) you. He stares down at you, his expression unfamiliar, especially compared to anything you've seen on him before.

When he does decide to roll off of you, you immediately sit up to begin straightening yourself out to leave, but right when you're about to reach for your panties, he grabs your forearm, "Wait."

You look down at his hand on your arm and then look back up, "Why?"

He won't look at you, just stares up at the ceiling, "You're staying here tonight."

You look around, giving your brain time to register what he's saying to you, and once it does, all you can do is nod and lay back down next to him, "Alright."

A/N: This is a very very toxic situation and no one should ever ever be in a relationship like this, please for the love of God. This is strictly fantasy and not meant to be a personal endorsement for toxicity..........although, Cha Eun-woo, if you're reading this, I accept.

[azucarmorena97]

Numb. (Jungkook Short Story)

Warnings: Heavy themes of v!0le3nc3/mnrden. Read at your own discretion.

You roll to your side, brows furrowed as you try desperately to steady your mind; you’re trying to open your eyes but it’s like they’re glued shut. Is this sleep paralysis?

It feels like you’re lying there for ages before you’re finally able to flutter your eyes open, but your vision is blurry. It feels like the room is spinning around you, and you can only just make out that you’re laying in a bed- “Ah,” You wince, feebly reaching to touch your head, though you barely have the strength to.

“Sh, sh,” You hear from behind you. You slowly turn back around to your previous position, the tiny hairs on the back of your neck standing as chills run down your spine at the sight of Jungkook, laying next to you and just…staring at you.

And his smile; you’ve seen this boy smile a million times before- but never like this. The same brown, half moon eyes, though this time, there’s a certain darkness to them…it’s unsettling.

“J-Jungkook,” You say, voice hoarse.

“Sh, it’s okay- don’t speak,” He hushes you again.

You try to move, but only your arms are able to respond slightly; your legs are useless. “Jungkook, I-I can’t move my legs. I- I don’t feel well.”

“Just relax,” He says gently, his voice dangerously calm, “I brought you down here so you could rest.”

“Rest?” You look around, the panic beginning to rise in your chest though you’re careful to not let it show to its full extent, “Rest from what, Kook?”

It’s quick, and you almost don’t catch it, but you swear you see his smile falter for a moment- though it doesn’t drop completely,

“You know, Y/n…I’ve always hated that nickname.”

He sits up, his back to you as he stares into the dimly lit room. Your eyes dart from left to right as you try to figure out a way out of this dark and unfamiliar place.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

He turns his head slightly so you’re back in his peripheral vision, his smile returning to him,

“It’s okay, Y/n. I know you don’t mean any harm by it,” He reaches his hand out to gently rest on your ankle, drawing shallow circles on it, “It’s just that…well, ever since I joined the group, I’ve been the maknae. The little brother. The stupid kid who still has a lot to learn,” He presses down a little harder into your ankle, though you don’t dare say anything, “So, when you call me that…when you call me ‘Kook’, it makes me think that you may not take me very seriously.”

The circles stop.

He rises slowly and turns to face you, the smile completely gone now, “Do you take me seriously, Y/n?” It sounds less like a question and more like…a threat.

“Yes, of course I do,” You plaster the fakest smile you can, though you’re careful not to overdo it.

Your instincts are now in survival mode, and until you can get your legs to respond to your brain, this is how you will survive.

He stares at you for a long while before moving closer to the bed again, though this time, he leans forward and lets his knee rest on the bed- he’s waiting to see how you’ll react- every move of his is calculated, yet curious.

You swallow hard, “Where are we, Kook-“ You clear your throat to correct yourself, “-Jungkook?”

He doesn’t answer, just crawls slowly onto the bed until he’s straddling your unresponsive legs, looking down at you like you’re a pitiful little dog,

“You know, Y/n,” His voice is low, expression tense as he brings his fingers up to trace the edge of your jaw, gently guiding it upward so you’re looking directly at him, “You’re so beautiful.”

It doesn’t sound like a compliment.

“Th-thank you,” You say anyway, the corners of your mouth twitching upward. You’re terrified.

Suddenly, you hear a vibration- it’s coming from your pocket. Hope. Salvation. You try not to call attention to it, instinctively reaching upward to rest your hand on Jungkook’s cheek while the other rests on his broad shoulder, “So, what are you waiting for?” You ask, intent on using everything in your arsenal to somehow bargain for your life.

He doesn’t move your hand away; in fact, he brings his own hand to rest on top of yours, even turning his head so that he’s able to kiss your palm. Gently, he plants butterfly kisses, from your palm, to your forearm, up your bicep, and then trailing up your neck until he gets to your ear lobe. Admittedly, you’re still in whatever daze you were in earlier, and you find yourself getting lost in him, though you’re trying not to.

Your eyes are closed as you allow yourself to feel the sensation of his skin on yours, though right before you fully fade into him, he pulls his lips away to rest right next to yours ear,

“You can’t even feel your legs right now, can you?”

Your eyes snap open and he leans back, your legs still in between his, he rests on his hinds.

Enough is enough, “Jungkook, please tell me where we are. I’m- I’m scared,” you prop yourself on your elbows; you feel much too vulnerable flat on your back,

“You’re scared?” He mocks, chuckling slightly, “A bit hypocritical, don’t you think?” He asks.

“What- what are you talking about?” You’re getting more exasperated by the second.

He shrugs, nodding his head knowingly before reaching down into your pocket and yanking your phone out of your pants. You watch the screen light up in his face when he taps it, and then he flips it over to face you, “What is this?”

Suddenly, some of your sense rushes back to your head, and your blood is already running cold. “Jungkook- Jungkook, I can explain. Really,” You say in between shallow breaths. “Can you?” He asks, the darkness returning to his eyes as he climbs up off of you, waiting for you to make your defense.

But you can’t, can you? You have nothing at all to say.

“Jungkook, Jungkook please- I’m sorry. I’ll do anything, anything you want,” You beg.

He turns and walks over to the far end of the room; now that your eyes have adjusted, you see the shapes of various pieces of furniture against the walls. He walks over to, what seems to be, a large dresser with various drawers. You hear one slide open.

“Jungkook, what are you doing? Please tell me- I’m afraid-“

“Don’t beg,” He says flatly, “It’s unbecoming of someone so gorgeous.”

The drawer snaps shut, but he doesn’t move. He just stands there, back to you. He slowly lets his head hang backward, as though he’s staring at the ceiling, “Tell me your password.”

“My-my password? Why?” Your voice is trembling, tears roll down your cheeks.

“Tell me. Your password.” He repeats, his firm tone making you feel like a scared child.

“It’s…6…2…6…5….” You’re sobbing at this point.

“Go on.”

“6…6…2.”

He finally turns to face you, though this time he’s holding something in his hand. He’s shielded by the dark spots in the room and you can’t quite make out what exactly he has. His eyes are empty- not even anger in them. A sharp clicking sound from the shadows. Your crying gets louder, “Please, don’t do this!” You cry, rolling into a fetal position, uselessly pleading with him, your futile words floating up and dissolving before your very eyes.

2.5 Years Later

“You want my egg, baby?”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Jungkook smiles, leaning his bowl toward the beautiful woman sat across from him at the kitchen table. She delightedly picks the egg up with her chopsticks, wedding ring subtly catching the light as she drops the egg into his bowl.

“Thank you, my love” He shoves the egg into his mouth, returning to his original form, being hunched over his bowl like a man on death row having his last meal.

The television is on in the background, but he’s not paying much mind, too preoccupied with the task at hand.

“Ugh, remind me to get batteries for this thing,” The woman says in a mildly annoyed tone, tossing the remote aside before getting up and walking the few steps of the way to the television, manually raising the volume.

“What authorities had previously declared a cold case is now being reopened as new details emerge about the disappearance of Y/n L/n, now almost 3 years since she first went missing from a house party in Hongdae. More on that when we come back.”

“That poor girl’s family must be so devastated,” She shakes her head, shoveling a spoonful of white rice into her mouth, “I hope they find her and get the bastard who took her, too.”

He stares into his bowl for a moment, then promptly clears his throat and nods, “Me too.”

A/n: Let ya boi know how you like it 🙂‍↔️

[azucarmorena97]

Take Love (Jungkoook Love Story || Pt.1 Stranger)

It's interesting, really- how well one remembers their first love. The small details, insignificant in the moment, are the ones a person most misses in their absence. No matter how you try to keep him out of your head (and boy, do you try), you can't help but let your thoughts go to him. In your most quiet moments, the one who calls to you most...

"Jungkook," You whispered, unable to raise your voice any louder. This time, he did not turn around to face you. He did not backtrack. He did not make justifications for you.

This time, his head hung low as he turned and walked away from you for the last time.

A/N: This is a reimagining of an old FF I posted years ago on my old MonstaX Tumblr/Wattpad. It originally "starred" Wonho (pre-split from MX #OT7foreva) and I wanted to reimagine it with one of our BTS Boys <3 Enjoy!)

I think of you often; when the nights drag on and I lay next to the stranger I married. When my toes are curling as my hand remembers the spots you used to kiss...that's when your name is just on the curl of my lips.

I saw you once last year with a woman I didn't recognize. My heart felt like it would burst in my chest...like I'd found a long lost piece of my soul. You held a basket as she examined two different containers of oatmeal. You whispered something in her ear, your smile wide and childlike- just as I remember- and she rolled her eyes.

I wonder what you said to her...though it it was anything like what you used to say to me, it definitely deserved an eye roll, and maybe even a punch to the arm. You always liked being naughty in public.

I wanted so desperately for you to see me. I even debated on whether or not I should "accidentally" run into you, though when I glanced at my son who was sitting in the cart, I decided against it. How would I ever be able to explain...and then, you disappeared into the nest aisle; once more, I'd lost my chance to say something...anything.

"Mom, can I have a Caprisun?"

I look down at my son's sweet almond eyes and I smile. He looks like me, and yet, so much like his father, it's ridiculous.

"Kookie, I told you, you've already had way too much sugar."

He groans and gos back to the living room to play with Beeo, his favorite stuffed bear. I smile as I watch him leave, and then turn my attention back to the pot on the stove.

My smile fades when I hear the turn of the door knob. Namjoon walks in, setting his brief case down before taking his shoes off and setting them to the side.

"Appa!" My son runs to him, throwing his arms around Namjoon's legs.

My husband gently peels Kookie off of himself and shoos him away, "I'm tired, son."

I roll my eyes, though I'm careful to bite my tongue, choosing not to pick a fight so early in the evening, and especially not in front of my son.

"It smells good," Namjoon says plainly, walking over to the cupboard to get himself a glass.

He goes to the pantry and takes out a bottle of scotch, "When will it be ready?"

"About an hour."

He pours th scotch into his glass and picks it up, "I'll be in my study. Text me when it's done."

I hear his footsteps get further and further, then the door to his study clicks closed.

"Why is Appa always tired?" My on walks up next to me and leans on the counter.

"Appa works hard for us. It's tiring," i turn the heat down to let the pot simmer, and then I wipe my hands on my apron.

Kookie's eyes are low and hold a tinge of sadness.

"Hey," I bend down to meet his eye level and I take his face between my hands, "You wanna watch cartoons while we wait for dinner to be ready?" I ask.

His eyes light up, making me smile once more. "Okay, but I get to choose!" He takes my hand and pulls me with all his might to the living room, where I set next to him on the couch as he flips through the channels to look for a show he likes.

I stare at him, taking his rounded features and half moon eyes- nothing he took from me.

"Kookiee, do you know I love you?" My fingers play with his black hair and he smiles up at me.

"I love you too."

Dinner is tense, though not much more than usual. Namjoon eats in silence, staring at his phone, while Kookie and I exchange details about our day. Occasionally, Namjoon glances up at me with disdain in his eyes but I'll either ignore him or return the same expression. My son excuses himself after he dinishes his food, taking his plate to the sink and leaving the dining room to go play. Now, it's only Namjoon and I left at the table.

"I'm going to Chicago this weekend," He dabs at the corners of his mouth.

I push my salad around on the plate with my fork, "How long?"

"Just the weekend, possibly Monday as well."

I nod and stand up, motioning for him to pass me his plate.

He has business trips often, though I'm not sure how much business he actually gets done, what with all the time he spends at upscale clubs and bars. I've found countless conversations on his phone with many different women before, to the point where I don't even bother digging anymore. It no longer even hurts me...if it ever did.

I run the sink, waiting for the water to fill up the pots I'd used, my back turned to Namjoon. I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist and his drunken breath on my neck. I'm disgusted but I don't show it.

"Wash dishes later," He says, moving his hands up to my breasts and squeezing. I close my eyes for a moment, trying my hardest not to push him off.

"'Joon, I uhm, I gotta get these dishes done. You know I don't like dishes in the sink."

He scoffs and drops his hands immediately from my body, backing up and shaking his head, "Nevermind."

He reaches into the pantry once more, this time, taking the entire bottle to his study with him. My heartbeat steadies and I sigh in relief. The last time we had sex was about...six months ago, and the time before that was also six months.

The day I saw you, I went out and bought myself a set of lingerie. Red; your favorite color. And then, I went home to my husband. My nails gently trailed the back of his neck, the hairs on his entire body standing on end; it'd been so long since we'd slept together.

He excitedly undressed me, clumsily smashing his mouth onto my body. He's rough, but not in the way that you are...you're purposeful with every movement, precise with every single stroke of your tongue- like a painter to a canvas. But this? This is...sloppy. Too fast, too short.

It's always better when I close my eyes. When I close my eyes, I can imagine that it's you ripping the skimpy, red lace from my body. I can imagine it's you making love to me.

I turn the kitchen light off and walk over to Kookie's play room.

"Kookie, you have about an hour before bed. Brush your teeth and put on your pajamas. Then you can come back and keep playing for a little while longer."

He sighs, "Okay..." then walks past me to the bathroom.

I walk into my bedroom and pull out my pajama set, feeling the tiredness setting in. I examine the bags under my eyes in the mirror for a moment. I'm only twenty-seven, but I feel haggard and old. Used up.

"Good God," I mutter.

"Done!" Kookie walks into my room to show me that he'd completed the task I set before him. He smiles widely, careful to show off how white his teeth are.

I smile, "Alright, love. Go."

He runs back to his play room and immediately, I hear the crashing and smashing together of his toys. I laugh, my heart feeling so full of love for that little boy.

Namjoon, on the otherhand, crashes and stomps into the bedroom, halfheartedly unbuttoning his dress shirt as he collapses onto the bed, drunken sleep overtaking him. I glare at him for a long while, then decide on picking up my pajamas and just changing in the bathroom instead.

When I come back, he's completely sprawled across the entire bed, fully dressed but completely knocked out, his snores filling the room.

"Of course."

I take some blankets out of the hall closet and go set them up in the guest room. Though I'm pissed off that he took over our bedroom, I'm glad to be able to just sleep alone. Anything is better than having to sleep next to that man.

"Mommy, why aren't you sleeping in your room?" Kookie asks, rubbing the sleep from his eyes while standing in the doorway. I jump slightly, scrambling for some reason to give him,

"Mommy's back just hurts, my love," I lie.

He frowns; I'm almost positive he's learning how to tell when I'm lying, though he never calls me out on it.

"Come on," I pick him up and his arms wrap around my neck as I walk him over to his room and put him in his bed.

"Mommy, why aren't you happy?"

His question takes me by surprise, and I'm unsure of what to say.

"Sometimes you smile, but your eyes are still sad," He continues.

A knot forms in my throat but I maintain my composure.

"Just know, I'm always happy when I look at you," I gently press his little nose with my index finger and he smiles.

"Alright, go to sleep, Kookie," I say sternly, sending him back down the hall.

He gets to his door, resting his hand on the knob, "Good night, mama."

"Good night, my love."

My heart feels heavy as I replay his words in my head, and I lay restlessly, staring out into the dark. Tears are welling up in my eyes, but they don't fall. They pool together and cloud my vision, but I can't muster the strength to lift my hand up to wipe them away.

You kissed my cheeks with fervency, collecting my salty tears with your lips. Your hand cupped the side of my face and turned it toward yours. With our foreheads gently pressed together, you closed you eyes, though I kept mine open- I just didn't want to forget this moment. "It hurts me when you cry..." You whispered as your lips floated just above mine. Our noses were touching, and our hands followed.

"Then please...make it stop," I closed my eyes and leaned in.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The alarm startles me out of my sleep and I groan, picking up the phone and shutting it off. I sit up, scratch my head, and stare at the floor for a few minutes. The dream is still vivid in my brain and I want to savor it before it slips from my memory... though the drams always leave behind a distinct feeling of emptineess.

"Kookie...Kookie, wake up," I shake his little body gently awake and his eyes finally open slightly. That boy can really sleep.

"Come on, it's time to get ready. I left your clothes on your chair- get dressed and come to the kitchen for breakfast."

He groans and sits up, "I don't wanna go to school, mama."

"And Appa doesn't wanna go to work and I don't wanna have to cook, clean, and run errands but we do it because we have to. Get up now, please."

I put a bowl of dry cereal out on the table and leave a glass of milk out for him to pour into the bowl. About fifteen minutes later, Kookie drags his feet all the way to his special chair (the only one with a booster seat), the laces on his shoes dangling, as he still has yet to learn how to tie them. I sigh, kneeling down to do them for him as he quickly shovels Captain Crunch into his mouth.

I've tried so many times to teach him how to tie his own shoes, but nothing I do seems to help. Then Namjoon promised him he'd teach him, which of course, he never did- now, Kookie refuses to learn, adamant that his dad will teach him.

"Alright, hurry. The busu comes in about-" I look at my watch and gasp, "Five minutes!"

I scramble to gather his backpack and jacket.

"Okay my love," I drag him down the font steps and get out to the sidewalk just in time to meet the little school bus out on the curb.

"Okay, mommy. I love you," He yells as he walks up the stairs and thee doors close behind him. I sigh and rest my hands on my hips, watching the bus drive down the street and then turn out of sight.

By about ten AM, the cleaning up around the house is done, I've tossed a load of Kookie's laundry into the wash and I'm grabbing my keys and wallet. I briefly check my face in the mirror. My hair is whild and I notice the crust in the corners of my eyes. I haphazardly scrape it away and shrug.

"Eh, this will just have to be good enoug."

Closing the door behind me, I put my key in the ignition and turn, but nothing happens. I try again and still nothing.

"Please, please, not again," I whine as I hear continuous clicking noises.

"Ugh!" I slam the steering wheel, my mind going immediately to Namjoon.

I pick up my phone and scroll to his name in my contacts. Immediately, mu fingers are flying on my screen.

𝘔𝘦: 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘞𝘌𝘌𝘒𝘚 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱. 𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴!!!!!!!

I rest my forehead on the steering wheel and away his reply.

𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘫𝘰𝘰𝘯: 𝘚𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥? 𝘚𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺? 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘯.

I'm full of frustration at his text. From the second we got married, he was a useless, sad excuse for a man. What I'd really like to do is drive up to his office and hit him with my car-

"Can't do that if my car's dead though, can I!?" I scream.

I try the key a few more times but have no luck.

"Great," I mutter.

I angrily slam the car door and lean against it as I look on my phone for a mechanic that might come to fix my car.

I walk into the house, continuing to scroll through a few different mechanics before I find one that fits my price range, "Friggin' finally."

The line rings a few times and then a raspy voice answers, "Hitman Autoshop and Mechanic, this is Hitman, how may I help you?"

"Hey...Hitman," I say, furrowing my brows at that obviously made up name, "I seem to be having some trouble starting up my car."

"Alright, could just be needing a jump then." "I think I may just need a whole new battery. This has been happening for weeks already."

"Alright, ma'am. And are you at a residence or a place of business?" He asks.

"I'm at my own residence," I examine the chipped nail polish on my fingers.

I never have time to do my nails anymore.

"Okay, great. If you send me your name and address, I'll be able to send one of my guys out there to take a look at your vehicle."

"Thank God- and how much would that be?"

"Well, to just go and inspect it is free, but what you pay may vary depending on what the problem is with the car."

I nod, "Alright then."

I send over the address and then hang up. A breeze wafts throughout the house, sending a light shiver through my body. I decide to turn on the coffeemaker and change into a big fine-knit sweater. I'm still shivering as I sit in the living room, waiting for the call from the mechanic.

After about twenty minutes, my phone vibrates against my thigh and I take it out of my pocket. The number I'd called ealier shows on my screen and I quickly answer, "yes?"

"Hello again, Ma'am. My guy's outside."

"Alright, I'll be there in a second," I jump up from my seat on the couch and quickly slip on a pair of Converse, not bothering to tie them. Maybe my son and I have one more thing in common.

I open the door and walk down my porch steps. One the sidewalk is in view, I focus my eyes to look for the mechanic, "He better not rip me off," I mutter.

And then, my heart stops.

The front pieces of his black hair falls forward as he looks down at his phone, plump pink lips pursed; the top of his oil-stained jumpsuit is tied around his waist. He's leaning against my car.

I stand there for a few moments, my heart going from full stop to full speed. I can practically hear it beating in my chest, along with the ringing in my ears.

I slowly walk out of my front gate that I'd left open when I'd gone into my house earlier, and it isn't until I'm a good ten feet away frim him that I'm able to finally speak, "Jungkook?"

He jumps slightly, quicky looking up from his screen.

When he sees me, his lips part and his breathing shallows. He slowly gets up off my car and lets his arms fall at his sides.

We stare at each other for a long time, the silence palpable between us.

"Y/n..."

His voice cuts though me as he says my name, just above a whisper.

A/N: Sorry I've been MIA, I've been having a really hard time feeling inspired. I know I still have other pieces ppl have been waiting on but for now, here's this one.

[azucarmorena97]

Cold (2)

Prologue | Pt.1

Spoiled rotten. Idiot. Greedy. Gluttonous. Evrything you could ever despise in a human being, all wrapped up in a beautiful, gold foil package. Seokjin is known across the land- or, at least all over three different IVY league campuses in the area- as the party-legend and the guy to call for a good time. Not to mention, a total whore. The last person you ever would've wanted as a group mate for the first quarter of the new semester, and the last one you would've ever imagined to have fallen absolutuely, head over hell in love with.

Hell as officially frozen over.

A/N: This takes place before Jin's part in my BTS as Cliched School Tropes. I will be inserting a link to that piece right where it fits chronologically in the story so you can read it and come back when it's time. All the boys in this story are from that piece with each story occurring in the same universe and on the same timeline.

Recap: "We're waiting for you." "Who's waiting for me?" He asks, a genuine look of confusion on his face. You stare at him blankly, deciding on whether or not he's pulling your leg, "Hoseok and I. Your team. For the project." He glances over at Hoseok, who is texting away at the other table. "Right, the project." - Everyone starts gathering their things and walking out, chatter filling the room. The crowd Jin was sitting with all walks forward to exit the room, and of course, Jin doesn't even look yours or Hoseok's way. Fuck it. You don't need him.

You stare intently at the screen of your open laptop, fingers typing away furiously. You haven't spoken two words to Hoseok since you've sat down next to him, and he's too afraid to speak up on account of your biting his head off. You don't like to be interrupted when you're on a roll- especially when you and Hoseok are the only ones working on this entire fucking project.

Thankfully, you've been doing a fine job of keeping your mind off of that ingrate. After the first day when you'd made an attempt to reach out to Jin, you've not even bothered to try again. For what? You're all adults here. No need to beg.

If he wants to fuck up his time at one of the most prestigious universities in the entire country, that's his business.

Hoseok clears his throat, "I- I know you're like...in the zone right now but we gotta figure out how we're gonna do the presentation."

"Eh," You grunt, barely listening to him. "I think it would behoove us to plan, seeing as how neither one of us is much of a public-" "Hoseok, we can think about all that later. Please. I'm working."

Hoseok purses his lips, deciding it's better to just drop it for now, "Alright then. Well, I have got a very important meeting to attend so I shall be bidding you adieu." You wave him away, "Have fun on your date. Tell B/f/n I said 'hi'." "I'm closer to telling her how mean you are to me," He mutters, grabbing his stuff and then walking out of the library.

You continue working for a while longer, until you feel your eyes start to ache from all the strain.

For the first time in two hours, you finally lean back against the stiff, hard wooden chair, stretching your arms upwards and trying to fight the urge to do that thing where the stretch is so good that it makes you scream in relief.

As you try to focus on recovering whatever's left of your eyesight, you manage to pick up on some voices coming from a few tables away.

"It's gonna be huge. I might go shopping the night before- I have like, nothing to wear." "I'm definitely tagging along. I heard last year, he ordered a petting zoo and then set the animals loose."

You're only half paying attention, until you hear one voice say, "Knowing Jin, it's probably true. He always does some crazy shit at his parties."

To your intense dismay, your ears can't help but perk up at the sound of his name.

Of course, too busy planning grand orgies to contribute jack shit to the project. Typical.

"I just hope it doesn't get shut down like the one he threw a few years ago. Cops came and everything." "I don't think so. It's gonna be at his family's beach house- it's in like, the middle of nowhere so the neighbors can't snitch." You roll your eyes and slam your laptop down a little harder than you mean to, causing the girls at the other table to whip their heads in your direction.

"Sorry...some of us actually came to the library to study." You say dryly, shoving the computer into your backpack and slinging it over your shoulder.

Some of us came university to actually get shit done.

"Great news," B/f/n runs into the kitchen and sits next to you at the kitchen counter. "Hit me," You say, mouth full of cereal.

"Taehyung's coming over tomorrow to help Hoseok with those math assignments he didn't turn in," She says excitedly.

Your eyes widen and you almost choke, your series of coughs sending bits of Lucky Charms flying about.

She slaps your back a few times until you're able to clear your throat, "I'm okay-" "Isn't this great? You'll get another chance to talk to him." "Ugh, but what if I fuck it up again like last time." "You won't. I know you won't. Besides, it seemed like he was totally into it last time." "Really?" You furrow your brows, searching her eyes for validation. "I'm so serious. You have nothing to worry about." Her words put you at ease and you're able to relax a bit, your mind already running through various topics of conversation you can run through.

"Anyway, you and Hoseok almost done with your speech project?" "Mm?" You ask, head very much in the clouds. "The project? You guys done with it?" "Oh, yeah basically. Piece of cake."

You wake up the next morning with a smile on your face, mind already on this evening when you'll finally be able to see Tae again. You rarely see him around campus as his schedule seems to run completely against yours. And even when you do see him, he seems always to have his nose in a book or be on his way somewhere and you're much too chicken to actually approach him on your own. Hopefully you'll be able to change that when you see him later.

Of course right now, the task at hand is the project.

That pesky little project.

When you get to school, you head straight to your speech class, taking advantage of the empty classroom for a good hour and a half before everyone starts trickling in.

You worked practically through the night to fully put it all together and then to piece your part of the powerpoint to Hoseok's. You've managed to put the finishing touches to everything, but now there's just one last detail to iron out...

"I told you we should've been planning this days ago." "When did you say this?" You furrow your brows. "Multiple times!" He says exasperatedly, beginning to scratch his arms furiously. "What's wrong with you?" You ask. "You know how I get when I'm nervous!"

His arms are forming hives before your very eyes, but you can't bring yourself to feel any compassion- not after the 8th-Grade-Valedictorian-Throw up incident of 2011.

"Hoseok, I can't. There's no way- It took me all night to do my part, yours only took a few hours. It's only fair-" "Come on, you know how I am with public speaking," Hoseok complains.

"I'll do it."

A/N: This is where our prologue comes in!

"Was it as good for you as it was for me, AP?"

Jin's words are seared into your head even well after all your classes are over and done with; in fact, you're now sitting in front of your vanity and beating the crap out of your skin with a beauty blender still thinking about Jin.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Come in." You say dryly. B/f/n skips in, a big smile on her face as she closes the door behind her, "How's it going?"

"Great." You stare coldly into your reflection, patting even more harshly than before.

"You're still thinking about Jin?" She rolls her eyes, coming over to take your hair out of the claw clip and beginning to fix it for you.

"Thinking about Jin? Please," You lie, violently shaking your head. "You're such a bad liar." "I'm not lying," You hiss. She doesn't answer you, just keeps fixing and fixing- "But him doing well on this project was a fluke. A total fluke." You can't help but say your peace.

"Yes, mhm. A fluke," She says sarcastically. "What? You think it wasn't?" "I mean... come on, Y/n. Look at the type of person he is," She shrugs, "He's kind of a natural performer, you know? It's just something he's good at." "Oh please, Jin? Good at something? No way." "Well, whatever it is, you should be happy- you guys did well." "Yeah, yeah, yeah," You pout, reaching up to hand B/f/n a bobby pin. "Yeah, yeah," She mimics you, finishing up your hair. "Anyway, you better finish up. Tae's gonna get here in like-" Knock. Knock.

You and B/f/n look at each other confused. "Yeah?" You call out. "Hate to break it to you but Tae can't come over tonight afterall. He won't be able to come until tomorrow night."

It takes you a moment to register what he's said, but once you do, you shoot up from your vanity seat and stomp over to your bed, "I hate this day!"

B/f/n can do nothing but pat your back, "There, there, my melodramatic friend."

"Excellent work," Professor Song says, walking over to you and Hoseok, setting a paper down on the desk. Hoseok is first to grab it, his face immediately lighting up, "Hell yeah."

He hands you the paper and you see it's a page full of notes on a rubric for yesterday's presentation. All positive notes on Jin's section, though yours has one or two "tips" on being less monotone and being more charismatic "Like Jin".

"Look, I know you hate him but he kind of saved our asses yesterday," Hoseok says, trying to help the situation, though of course, it just makes you wanna murder him.

"How'd we do?" Jin's voice both surprises and irritates you, though neither of them notices, clearly, as Jin comes and sits in the seat right between the two of you.

"Dude, you did it." "Nah, man. You guys did it. I just wrapped it up nice and beautiful..." You glare at Jin, who finally acknowledges you, "I mean, we wrapped it up nice and beautiful. Didn't we, AP?"

"Actually, considering Hoseok and I did all the heavy lifting, I don't think you should really be getting more than a one percent increase on your grade." You don't even care to hold back. You've been sitting on these feelings for long enough.

"Y/n-" Hoseok sheepishly tries to reel you in, but Jin shakes his head to signal him to stop. "No, no- she's right. You guys did all the work and I just piggy backed off of you." "It's no trouble at all, really Jin. Like I said, you saved our asses."

"Well, you two definitely could've managed it without me, but-" "You can say that again." You add, though it doesn't deter Jin who only looks at you with a smirk.

"As a token of my gratitude for letting me piggy back off of you, I wanted to extend an invitation to a party I'm throwing on Saturday."

You narrow your eyes at him as you remember the conversation you'd overheard a few days ago.

There's no way this fucker thinks an invite to a party full of burnouts is gonna be enough for basically slapping his name on a project he didn't even do.

"I'm in, man!" Hoseok says immediately, a big smile on his face.

Your mouth hangs open in disbelief at how easily Hoseok sells himself.

"Alright!" Jin celebrates, dapping Hoseok up before turning to you, "What about you, AP?" "I have a name, you know?" "Oh, I know. But I like my nickname for you much better," He says, looking at you with a distinctive look that, for some abominable reason, gives you butterflies.

"Yeah, I'm not doing this. Count me out." You grab your stuff and shove it into your back as quickly as you can. "Wait, but class is just starting," Hoseok furrows his brows. "Then I guess Jin better pay real close attention," You say, shoving past the both of them and walking straight out the door.

"You should have seen him, B/f/n," You rant, walking back and forth as B/f/n has her back to you, stirring the chili she's spent the past four hours preparing for tonight. "Oh, I can imagine." "In that moment, he was a rich man's whore, that boyfriend of yours." "I believe it," She nods, turning around with a big spoon full of chili, "Taste."

"And then-" You blow a few times and then take the scoop into your mouth, "-woah, that's hot-" You breathe in and out a few times to cool the food in your mouth, "-that's really good- and then Jin turns to me and he gives me this...this look."

"A look?" "A LOOK." "What kind of look?" She tilts her head to the side, much like a dog would when it's trying to understand. "I...I don't know, a look. Like he wanted to like...devour me or something."

"Oooh, devour," She says teasingly in a sultry tone. "Shut up, it's not funny," You say exasperatedly.

"Well, you already told him no, right? So it's done. You won't need to interact with him until the next project. He's bug on the windshield."

"You're right. I-I've spent too much energy thinking of this asshole already." "Exactly. You need to focus your attention on something better. Like...Taehyung?" She says, a smirk on her face.

"You're very right," You smile back, smoothing out your carefully curated track suit; just casual enough to pass as not having tried to hard, but still cute enough to seduce the object of your desire- plus it makes your ass look really good.

About twenty minutes later, there's a knock at the front door.

"I've got it!" You sing, dashing past Hoseok who was already on his way to open the door. Of course, when you see Tae, you immediately lose all confidence. You've never been good at this kind of stuff.

"H-hey, Tae. Oh, ha, that rhymed. I didn't even mean to..." You feels your cheeks get redder and redder with every word, "I'm a- a poet and I didn't even know it." Tae chuckles, "Hey, Y/n."

"Ahem," Hoseok says from behind you, cringing at how weird you're being, "Come on in, man."

You step to the side, keeping your eyes glued to the carpet, wanting nothing more than to disappear.

"Thanks," Taehyung smiles at you, then at Hoseok.

"Taehyung, I hope you're hungry- I made chili for dinner!" B/f/n calls out from the kitchen. "Oh, that sounds great- I'm starving," Tae says, patting his stomach.

"I'll go get the bowls!" You interject, walking quickly to the kitchen. "You're too anxious, Y/n," B/f/n says, glancing at you from the corner of her eye as your nerves make you suddenly forget where the hell the bowls are, so you're opening and slamming every damn cabinet.

"I know, I need to relax," You pause for a moment to take a deep breath to regain your sense. Then, you go to the cabinet next to the sink, grab four bowls and some spoons.

"I put the biscuits in the microwave so Munchkin wouldn't get them," B/f/n serves one of the bowls and then places it down on the counter to grab the next on.

Munchkin is her very adorable, very fat Black cat. You glance down at the ball of fure, sitting there like a shark, waiting for a piece of food to "accidentally" fall too the floor, as it often does whenever you're in the kitchen.

What can you say? You're a sucker for those pretty, green eyes.

You manage to balance all four bowls in your arms and carefully walk out to the dining room to set them down. Hoseok has his laptop open and set to whatever math homework, Taehyung is sat next to him, eyes narrowed at the screen as he figures out a way to explain it to him.

"Oh, thanks-" Tae says when he realizes you're carrying his bowl of food. "No worries," As you're about to set it on the table, he goes to grab it directly from your hands, his fingertips grazing against yours ever so slightly, making you blush.

He seems not to have noticed at all though, his eyes returning to the task at hand.

B/f/n, who'd followed behind you with the drinks, glances at you with a small smirk. You smile back at her, trying not to make it to obvious that you're completely over the moon.

Tae and Hoseok switch back and forth between Hoseok's math homework and conversations with you and B/f/n. You've learned Tae grew up in Daegu and has younger siblings- and with every crumb of information, you hunger to learn more and more.

"Ugh, this is so hard...I don't even know how the hell I'm gonna pass this class," Hoseok groans, shutting his laptop closed. Tae sighs, "I'm not gonna lie, I don't either." "Ah well...guess I'll just have to make my peace with it." "I mean, you have this weekend to study, right?" Tae asks, taking a drink from his beer; the first sip he'd taken all night. Not much of a drinker, you take it.

"Fuck no. I'm going to a party this weekend," Hoseok says, leaning back in his chair. "Oh are you know?" B/f/n asks, crossing her arms and raising her brows at him. Hoseok chuckles sheepishly, "I mean, we're going to a party." You roll your eyes, "Traitor." "Whose party is it?" Tae asks, sounding interested. "Seokjin- that guy Y/n was complaining about last time" You wince- you'd like to forget last hangout's rant.

"Oh! That's the guy? Small world," Tae says, tilting his head. "How small?" You ask, narrowing your eyes at him. "Well, he invited me and a few of my friends to his party this weekend too. At the beach house, right?"

"Yeah! That's dope, we'll see each other there," Hoseok cheers. "Yeah, guess so," Tae chuckles. You're in disbelief at what you're hearing. How could Tae be attending a party thrown by such a twat? Did he not listen to a word you said last time? What kind of company is he keeping?

And how the fuck are you gonna get into that party?

"No." "Come on, Hoseok!" "No." "Please- you know how much I need this!" "Y/n, he asked you if you wanted to go and you said no. Now you want me to jump in and speak for you?" Hoseok places the freshly washed bowls onto the drying rack.

"I would owe you big time, come on." "I said no-" "Babe, come on. Throw her a bone," B/f/n cuts in, dragging her nail gently across his neck and tracing the side of his jaw so that she can pull his face toward her. Of course, like the golden retriever he is, he immediately caves, "Alright, I'll ask him."

"Yes! THANK YOU, HOSEOK!" You cheer, patting his shoulder firmly, "I owe you one."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," He waves you away, drying his hands with a kitchen towel.

You browse the bookshelf carefully, your eyes narrowed at the each spine as you search for the assigned reading for your history class. "Where is that little fucker," You mumble to yourself. "Looking for me?" An all too familiar voice says from behind you.

You whip your head in the direction of the voice, face already fallen before you've even fully laid eyes on him. "Jin." "AP," He smirks, leaning against the shelf. "What do you want?" You ask irritatedly. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?" He narrows his eyes at you, though the smirk never leaves his face. "Why would you do that?" "Well, seeing as how you got Jhope to come back and ask me to invite you to my party, wouldn't you think it begs the question?" "Ah, yes..." You search your thoughts for some kind of excuse to give him since you will absolutely not be telling him about Taehyung. "Tell me the truth, AP," He takes two steps forward and now he's close enough that you smell his cologne. You try not to let it distract you. "You've always been in love with me, haven't you?"

You can't help but scoff at how brazen an assumption he's made. "Excuse me? Me? In love with you?" "Don't act so surprised- you're a girl, I'm a guy, is it so hard to believe?" "Correction- you're not a boy. I'm not even sure you're human, actually," You turn your attention back to the shelf, feigning disinterest in the conversation so he'll leave you the hell alone. He chuckles, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly.

"Besides, I've got my eye on something better." You grab some random ass book and then turn around to walk right past him, though he doesn't get the hint as he immediately follows behind. "Mmm, so that's why you wanted an invite to the party. I see," He strokes his chin, "The interesting thing is that, well, I don't remember inviting anyone who could hold a candle to me."

You stop walking and turn to face him again, "Goodness, how do you breathe with your head shoved so far up your own ass?"

"Through a little straw- would you like to see?" He smiles.

That smile... Stop it. "Anyway, I only came to tell you that if you want me to invite you to my party again, I need you to do it, not your little squire." "Technically, he's my best friend's squire," You roll your eyes. "Whatever he is to you, I want you to ask me nicely." "Ask you nicely to what?" You feign innocence. "Playing dumb, I see. Alright, well, I won't have an idiot coming to my party," He shrugs, walking past you this time with his hands in his pockets. You stand there for only a moment, contemplating whether or not it's worth losing the last ounce of your dignity to ask again.

"Wait." You finally pipe up.

"Mm?" He asks, arrogantly holding his head up to look down at you. "Jin..." 'Mhm...?" "Will you please..." "Will I please...what?" His smile is growing wider and wider. "Will you please...invite me to your party again?" Your face is getting more and more red. This is so fucking embarrassing. You wouldn't even be giving a fuck about this party if it weren't for Tae.

"Since you asked so nicely, I shall accept your request," He says with a bow.

Your shoulders drop in relief, "Thank you," You say, refusing to meet his gaze.

"Of course. Here, type your number into my phone." "Why?" You ask, your disgusted expression delighting him further. "So I can send you the details? Or would you rather me tell the squire?" He asks sarcastically.

"Fine," You say, taking his phone from his hand and typing your number in. He takes the phone back and types something else that you can't see, before shoving the phone into his pocket once more.

"Pleasure doing business with you, AP," He says with a smug expression. "Likewise."

A/N: I know there doesn't seem to be a lot of Jin fans out here but I really like this story so far. Show it some love <3

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Money Ties (Jungkook Love Story || Pt.12

Pt.11 ||

Your parents have worked hard to get to the top and have made sure to teach you everything you need to know to be successful in this business: from tough but lucrative financial decisions, down to the right ball gown for any given banquet. A promising and extravagant future awaits you- that is, if you agree to one teensy detail...

Son of Mr.Jeon Sr. and heir to June Company, Jeon Jungkook is an immature playboy with nothing to offer a woman but good looks and a crap ton of money, and he stands to inherit much MUCH more, so long as you both enter into the arranged marriage contract that was drawn up before the pair of you were even born.

You're more than willing to try, but you're not sure you'll be able to stand each other long enough to inherit a single penny...

Chapter Warning: SMUT! Dom Jungkook <3

Recap: You stand in silence for a bit, basking in each other's presence; the first time you've been alone as husband and wife. It feels the same...and yet different. Jungkook's called you his wife twice tonight. Both times, it made your heart stir in your chest. You're his wife..."You're my husband now," You say shyly, putting your hands behind your back and looking down, your smile practically cramping up your cheeks, "I am," He chuckles, staring at you.

When you look at the time on your phone, you're surprised to see it's already 2 in the morning. Time spent with him is fleeting and never enough...will it always feel this wonderful to love?

To love...? Is that what this is?

"I should probably get you back to the hotel now," Jungkook says, a soft smile on his face, "We have to be on a plane in...like 10 hours. You should sleep."

You sigh, "I should...but I'm not even tired yet." "Me either," He replies, stroking his chin as he drives in the direction of his hotel, lost in thought.

"Do you...want to just watch a movie and order some room service?" He asks; his tone is hesitant, and you know exactly why. You both know the implications of a wedding night. "You definitely don't have to say yes. I know that just because we're...married now, doesn't mean there should be any pressure to- to-" He's digging himself a hole and all you can do is laugh. "A movie sounds perfect," You assure him, patting his knee.

He seems to relax, a sheepish laugh escaping him, "Okay, great."

When you get to the hotel, you immediately beeline it for the elevator, not wanting to be bombarded by anyone who might recognize either of you, especially not after having seen all those paparazzi earlier.

"Ugh, this dress is so heavy," You groan, picking up the skirt. "I have some clothes put away that you can put on when we get up there, if you want." "Oh, that would be great."

He takes you to the same suite you'd...spent time together in last time. Once you get in, he goes to the bedroom for a moment and then comes back out with the clothes. "It's a tee-shirt and sweats. I also have some socks in the night stand," He says, handing it all to you.

"Thanks," You say, grabbing it and rushing past him into the bedroom to change, closing the double doors behind you. You take a moment to look in the big mirror, just analyzing yourself. While the dress wasn't what you originally wanted, it's still a beautiful gown and fits you so well. Of course, the bottom is already a bit dirty as you've had an eventful night. You don't even know what's going on with your hair- all out of place and deflated and nothing like during the ceremony. You decide to start there, taking the millions of bobby pins out and placing them all on the dresser, sighing in relief at the instant release of tension in your head.

"Now, this beast," You say, referring to the dress. You reach to the top of the dress, expecting to feel the zipper, but then you remember that it's all buttons along the back. "Dammit, how am I gonna do this?" You try and try to contort your body, but it's useless.

I'm gonna have to ask him to help me...

You give your reflection a glance and notice yourself blushing at the thought of asking him.

"It's fine, Y/n. He's literally your husband now. It's not like you're throwing yourself at him. It's just buttons," You whisper to yourself.

You position yourself in front of the double doors, taking a deep breath and trying to relax your face. Once you do, you "calmly" open the doors and walk out.

"Everything okay?" He asks when he realizes you're not dressed. "Yeah, uhm- I'm actually gonna need a little help with the buttons."

"Oh-" He looks like a deer caught in the headlights, though he instantly tries to hide it, "Of course. No problem."

"Thanks," You say, avoiding his eyes. He walks over and you turn around.

He sweeps your hair off of your neck and over your shoulder, his gentle touch sending goosebumps across your skin. Your eyes widen slightly, not having expected such a sensation. "Sorry, did it tickle?" He asks. "A-A little...it's okay."

He begins to undo the top button, then the next, then the next, swallowing hard once he reaches the band of your bra, "Uh- do you want me to do the rest? Or you got it?"

"I can't reach..." You say, not even making an attempt to do it yourself. Without another word, he undoes the buttons down the rest of your back, hesitating only slightly when he gets to the three left at the bottom. Your breathing is picking up, excitement building in you- though you don't dare show it.

One button. Your back dimples are on display for his hungry eyes. Two buttons. The waistband of your lacy underwear peeks out at him. Three buttons. He's able to see the way your ample backside swallows up the delicate lace thong.

You can feel his eyes on you and it's enough to dampen the little piece of fabric between your thighs. You want more.

"There..." He whispers, letting go of the fabric of your dress. You know what he's doing. If you want it, you'll have to ask for it.

You turn around to face him, eyes foxlike and full of lust as you drop your dress, fully exposing yourself, "Thanks."

His eyes are equally dark, the corners of his mouth turned upward. Truthfully, he's been wanting you since you left- but he's been thinking about this moment from the second he walked in on you crying earlier today. Something about the way your makeup ran down your face, lipstick ruined, doe eyes looking up at him as he towered over you-

It aroused something completely primal within him that made him so incredibly hard.

He walks backward and sits down on the couch- the one you both sat in last time for your first kiss. He leans backward, legs spread, one arm resting on the top of the backrest, the other resting on his groin. He's waiting for you to start the show you seem so eager to put on for him- and show, you will.

He has only a moment to admire the way your breasts look, all pushed up and perfectly round due to that pretty, white bra with lace detail, before you're reaching behind yourself to unclasp it. Your cleavage relaxes a bit due to the lack of tension, "You want me to take it off?" You ask, your previous shyness having dissipated completely.

"Do you want to?" He raises an eyebrow, his coy tone turning you on even more.

You don't break eye contact with him, just let the bra slide off of your arms and into the pool of white cloth already at your feet. You step out of the pile of clothing, letting your bare feet carry you the few steps of the way to him.

Now, you're the one towering over him, glorious boobs unhindered by any barrier. He finds himself licking his licks in anticipation. He could absolutely devour you.

He adjusts himself even more so that there's less tension on the crotch of his pants, his dick already wanting desperately to be released from its restraints.

You reach down and grab his hand, bringing it up to cup your breast, to which he responds by taking your nipple in between his fingers, "You are so fucking gorgeous," He praises.

You don't respond, just drop his hand and then proceed to climb onto him, each leg on either side of his. You can feel how hard he is through the fabric of your panties.

"Mm..." He moans as you begin grinding down onto the mound- but you're not doing this for him. You're doing this for you. You've only ever had him once and have been longing for a second taste ever since.

"You wanna know a secret...?" You say softly, not stopping the motion of your hips against him. "Y-yeah." "All that time I was back home hating you..." You lean down and put your lips to his ear, "I was touching myself thinking about you."

His eyes widen, "You-" You don't wanna talk.

You crash your lips onto his, grinding down harder. He has his hands on your hips, guiding them forward and backward- but it's not enough. You need more.

"I wanna try something," You say, getting off of him. "O-okay," He nods breathlessly.

You take down your thong and toss it aside, now fully nude, and then carefully set yourself down on his thigh. "Fuck," You hiss, practically feeling your pupils dilate at the direct pressure. "How's that, beautiful?" He asks, studying the pleasure in your face.

Your mouth falls agape as you move forward, backward, forward, and backward. He can feel the spot on his thigh getting wetter and wetter, his cock wanting to spring forward.

He can't stand such a perfect sight, he leans forward and wraps one arm around your waste, the other reach down to help guide your pelvis, his mouth lowering to take your nipple between his teeth. "Ah....fuck," Your head falls back, your body anxiously striving for that orgasm, "Kook, fuck- I think I'm gonna cum soon," You hiss. "Cum on my leg, princess. Come on..." He coaxes, running his tongue on the circumference of your breast.

Your eyes roll back and soon, you're releasing yourself on his perfectly muscular thigh. "Ah!" You slump forward, your grinding slowing down significantly while you recover for a moment.

"I think you can give me more than that, can't you, Beautiful?" He whispers in your ear, the hairs on your neck standing on end as the next wave of arousal starts growing within you. "I can..." You pant, though you don't move. "Come on," He somehow manages to grab onto you and stand up, effortlessly picking you up as well, his strong legs carrying the both of you to the bedroom where he tosses you on the bed.

You land on your back, hair sprawled out against the crisp, white sheet, your legs bent together to cover your freshly wet pussy.

He puts his hands on your knees and pries them open, his eyes devouring the site of you before lowering himself down lick every drop of your cum up.

"You taste so fucking good," He moans into your heat, sending butterflies darting in all directions in your stomach.

He stands up again and proceeds to unbutton his pants and the hole in his boxers, grabbing his dick and pulling it out.

You're excited at the sight; there's something so exhileratingly vulnerable about the only one completely naked.

"What do you want me to do?" He asks.

"Fuck me," You don't even hesitate. You want it. You want it again and again and again.

"Say it again," He hisses, taking his dick in his hands and tapping it against your delicate mound.

"Fuck me, please," You beg.

He seems satisfied enough, firmly pinching the lips of your perfectly puffy pussy and slowly guiding himself into you.

He goes slack jawed for a moment, just letting the overwhelming warmth consume him. The grooves inside you stroking his cock with every thrust- If it wasn't because he so desperately wants to savor this moment, he'd pump wildly into you until he's spilling every drop of seed inside of you.

"You're so fucking big," You whimper, still adjusting to his size- it's only your second time, afterall.

"No, you're just so fucking tight," He breathes out, delighting in the sound of his pelvis slapping against yours.

You try to reach down and rub your clit but he throws your hand off, "Allow me," He positions his hand so it's flat against your pussy, applying an unexpected- yet so welcomed- amount of pressure as he quickly rubs back and forth.

"That's so good, that's so good," You moan over and over, barely able to believe how quickly you're coming to your next climax. "Come on, baby. Give me another one. You can do it, come on princess," The gentleness in his voice juxtaposed with how fucking hard he's rubbing you- it's the perfect recipe to send you over the edge once more, "Oh God!" Your hips jut upwards, legs contorting involuntarily, your breathing so rapid that you think you might pass out.

Euphoria.

"J-Jungkook," You breathe, "Fuck, that was so good."

He leans forward to kiss you deeply, then pulls away only inches from your face, "You think you can give me just one more...?" He says, his voice dark and low.

You nod, a smile creeping up on your face at the idea of fucked to absolute shreds. Without another word, he quickly grabs hold of your waist and manages to flip you around so that you're on your stomach, "Get on your knees," He commands,

You muster up the strength to get on your hands and knees on the bed, though you still feel your arms wobble a bit. He runs one hand half way down your back and then pushes you down so that your torso is flat on the bed and your ass up in the air, "Just like that," He mutters.

You crane your neck too see behind you; the glorious view as he yanks the bow tie off of himself and undoes the first button on his dress shirt, it motivates you to stick that ass out just a little bit more.

He puts his hands on either sides of your hips, gripping on you firmly, "Ready, princess?" "Y-" You don't even finish your sentence before he's thrusting into you again, causing you to gasp.

Your eyes close as you relish the feeling of his cock engulfed in your walls. Your pussy's getting used to him finally, but the harsh sensation is still enough to make you grip the sheets.

"Mm," He moans, ramming into your backside, the red spot on your ass growing more and more angry- He loves the view.

He grabs one of your arms and holds it behind you, the tension just enough to restrict you without hurting you. The first time you made love, it was tender and sweet- this time, you're both ravaging one another like hungry wolves- "Fuck," You whine.

"Touch yourself, princess. Come on, give me one more."

You don't hesitate to obey, reaching your free arm down between your legs; you're still so sensitive from your last round, you're not sure if you can finish this time. "Here, let me," He says, noticing your struggle.

There's something about Jungkook's touch; in a matter of seconds, between fucking you and rubbing your swollen clit, he's found the perfect rhythm. "Come on, baby," He says through his teeth, sounding just as close as you are.

This last orgasm- goodness, it's different. It's stronger- like a mix of cumming and simultaneously needing to pee; "Jungkook, I- I think I'm gonna pee," You warn, though you really don't want him to stop.

Without acknowledging what you're saying, he rubs harder and faster, followed by rapid thrusts, "Fuuuuuuck," You whimper, finally feeling it all flow out- clear fluid bursts out of your pussy and Jungkook pulls out of you to watch it all, stroking his cock to the sight until he is also bursting with cum, a few drops landing on your ass and some on the floor, his head falls back as his stroking slows, though he quickly recovers and gets on his knees to lap up all the wetness from your pussy, dragging his tongue along your freshly fucked hole.

Jungkook is a fucking freak.

You collapse onto the bed, heaving with exhaustion and a surge of dopamine/endorphins/ketamine/heroin- whatever the fuck your body releases after a good lay.

He stays on his knees, though he slumps backward a bit, a big smile on his face as he pants heavily, "That was the best sex I've ever had."

"Oh shut up," You roll your eyes, turning over so you're on your back. "I'm serious," He says, struggling slightly to get up, though when he does, he walks over to the bathroom and then comes back with two towels in hand.

He walks over to the end of the bed, tosses one of the towels next to you on the bed, and then opens your legs just as he did earlier, but this time he's gentle again. He dabs at your pretty pussy, cleaning every visible inch. He then takes another part of the towel to clean off his dick before tossing it to the side on the floor somewhere out of view. "Scoot up a little bit," He says, gently patting your outer thigh. You scoot up and he carefully lays the other towel flat on the bed, "There." He comes around to the side of the bed so he can jump in with you, not bothering to cover up with a sheet or anything, as you're both still sweaty and hot as hell.

"You're really sweet..." You smile. "Aren't I?" He says smugly, reaching over and moving a piece of your hair to the side. "And so humble," You add sarcastically, making him laugh. His smile fades a bit and he just looks at you for a moment before saying, "I won't wake up to an empty bed tomorrow morning, right?"

You shake your head, "Never again."

His smile returns and he leans in to give you one more kiss before settling in next to you and, Before you know it, you're both drifting off to sleep.

Sorry this one took me a while to upload! Lemme know what you think about the spice >:)

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Cold (1)

Prologue | Pt.2

Spoiled rotten. Idiot. Greedy. Gluttonous. Evrything you could ever despise in a human being, all wrapped up in a beautiful, gold foil package. Seokjin is known across the land- or, at least all over three different IVY league campuses in the area- as the party-legend and the guy to call for a good time. Not to mention, a total whore. The last person you ever would've wanted as a group mate for the first quarter of the new semester, and the last one you would've ever imagined to have fallen absolutuely, head over hell in love with.

Hell as officially frozen over.

A/N: This takes place before Jin's part in my BTS as Cliched School Tropes. I will be inserting a link to that piece right where it fits chronologically in the story so you can read it and come back when it's time. All the boys in this story are from that piece with each story occurring in the same universe and on the same timeline.

Series Warnings: Serious themes will be mentioned in this series, such as substance use/abuse, self harm, and violence. Not to mention, there will be smut in the future!

You've known him for a long time. Since you were about ten years old, to be exact. He's been in your class three different times, once for fifth grade, again for eighth, and then one final time for 11th grade. All three years, you'd interacted with him as little as possible, having decided in fifth grade that you hated him because he got everyone in your class to call you AP because, in his words, you were "such a goddamn nerd."

Girls have always liked him; He's handsome, always has been, he has money, knows how to have fun, doesn't take himself to seriously-

I mean, what's not to like, right?

Wrong. There's plenty to dislike, though writing a list would take forever and no one has that kind of time.

In fact, you were quite pleased when he moved schools in the middle of the semester during Jr. year. You weren't sure why he'd left so randomly, but you didn't really care to ask questions... although you did hear a few conflicting stories: busted for drug possession, caught drinking at a house party, stealing old Hitman Bang's (that's what everyone called the principal) car and taking it for a joyride. Honestly, all of those stories were pretty believable for those who knew him.

Hence, why he sucks as a person.

Imagine your surprise when, on the first day of University, he walks in with a crowd of people hanging off his every word. Walked right past you without a second glance.

Good. That's just how you preferred it anyway.

"It's not that I don't trust your judgment, sir. I just don't think it's gonna work out-" "If I do that for you, I'll have to reconfigure everyone else' group and that is just not an option."

Professor Song has just posted the teams for the upcoming group projects and you're desperately asking him to reconsider. Hoseok is standing next to you being of absolutely no help, of course.

"Sir, I understand but I could do it for you, if you'd like!" "Mr.Jung, do you have an issue with Jin being on your team?" Prof looks at him from over his glasses, lifting an eyebrow. Hoseok looks at him, then at you, "I-I don't have a particular issue-" You kick his ankle 'discreetly', "-I mean, but it does seem very very important to Y/n, so I support her?" Hoseok glances at you, giving a pathetic little smile of appeasment.

"Right...well, the decision is final. Sorry!" Without so much as another word, Prof grabs his briefcase and walks out of the classroom.

You glare at Hoseok, "Thanks a lot, dude."

You push past him and grab your backpack, brows furrowed in anger.

"Oh, come on!" He whines, "Maybe it won't be so bad."

"For you, maybe."

You both exit the classroom and start your way down the hall to where the elevators are. You press the button to go down.

"Look, I get your hesitance to work with him but that was high school and this is university! You seriously think he's the same guy we knew when we were 16?" He asks, putting his hands up for emphasis.

Just then, timing as perfect as any movie, the elevator doors open, revealing a girl with her back toward you, male hands clutching firmly at the flesh of her ass, as though neither of them expected the elevator to stop so soon. She jumps off of him and moves to the side- and there's Jin. Lipstick stained, puffy-pink lipped Jin.

You look at Hoseok, your expression screaming "I TOLD YOU SO." Hoseok just shrugs, "Old habits die hard?"

"I heard he's only there so that daddy doesn't cut him off," B/f/n says, leaning forward to add a few extra paint strokes to her big toe.

You roll your eyes, "I don't even care why he's there- I just want him gone. I don't even know how your boyfriend can stand him. Red flag, B/f/n."

She laughs, "Hoseok just...likes to see the good in people." "Yeah, like a dog." "At least I have a dog," She quips.

"Touche," You sigh, throwing yourself backwards onto your bed.

Neither of your speaks for a little while, the both of you lost in thought. A SZA song playing softly from B/f/n's speaker, filling every space of the room.

"Wanna know the funny part?" "Oh, we're still talking about him?" She asks smugly. "Shut up," You crane your neck to give her a quick glare before returning to your previous position, "The funny part is... I remember the first day I saw him. He walked into class and I thought he was likee...the most beautiful boy I've ever seen." "Really?" She asks, raising her brows in surprise. Seeing as how you're the president of the We-Hate-Jin club, it's a shock to think that, at one time, you might have been just as in love with him as everyone else.

"Yeah...and then he opened his stupid fucking mouth."

She rolls her eyes, "Of course."

You sigh, "I don't know what I'm gonna do." "You could always just transfer out of that class, you know? The semester just started, anyway."

"And let him win!? No way..." "Then, in the words of Edward Cullen, you'll just have to endure it."

And endure, you shall.

"For this first assignment, you will be presenting on any current major political event or global issue. I will be posting some idea topics on the projector, though you can choose a topic not on this list as well, just let me know as soon as you decide. Each topic is first come, first serve, so think of at least three possible topics in case yours is chosen," Prof flips his projector on and claps his hands together, "You may now go and confer with your team."

Students shuffle and move around the classroom to get to their teammates, though you and Hoseok stay put. "Should we go over to him?" Hoseok asks, looking behind him to look for Jin. "No. We're already sitting down, he's the one that should come to us," You say with a self-righteous expression.

A good three minutes pass and you're both still waiting. "I-I don't think he's coming," Hoseok says, checking his apple watch. You flare your nostrils, already annoyed. You give in to the urge to look behind you as Hoseok had, only to see Jin sitting with a large group of people in the back; his head jerking backward in laughter as they all huddle together.

Wordlessly, you stand up from your seat though you leave your notebook and pen at the table. You might be the one to go after him right now, but you'll be damned if you let him dictate where you'll work on the project.

As you approach the large group of people at the far back of the classroom, you feel your heart start pounding in your chest. It's like high school all over again. You try to shove your nerves out of your head and make sure not to let it show on your face. "Excuse me, Jin?" You say.

They all keep talking and carrying on, not a single one of them having heard you. It's like you're standing behind some kind of invisible forcefield of assholery. You clear your throat and, before you can fully gather the nerve, your index finger is making contact with Jin's shoulder. "Jin."

His head immediately whips around, "Mm?" Silence befalls the entire herd and you can feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment. "We're waiting for you."

"Who's waiting for me?" He asks, a genuine look of confusion on his face.

You stare at him blankly, deciding on whether or not he's pulling your leg, "Hoseok and I. Your team. For the project."

He glances over at Hoseok, who is texting away at the other table. "Right, the project." The herd laughs, "Fucking dumbass," One of them says, shoving his shoulder. "Shut your ass up," Jin shoves him, a big smile on his face.

You're still standing there awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

Jin looks as though he's only just remembering you're standing there and he clears his throat, "Uh, yeah. I'll be right there. No worries."

"Alright..." You say, eyes narrowed on him slightly. You're not sure you believe him, but you're also no gonna stand here like an idiot.

You return to your seat and open your notebook. "He coming?" Hoseok asks. "Yeah." "You sure? He hasn't moved like...at all." "He said he's coming, so he's coming. Let's just start thinking of what we want the topic to be." "Alright..." He leans back in his chair, "Well, I was thinking..."

Hoeseok goes through about three different topics, saying this or that about each one, but you can't focus on anything he's saying.

That fucking asshole isn't coming. It's been...goodness, it's been fifteen minutes. Does he just not give a fuck? Of course he doesn't. He's just here so he doesn't get cut off, just like B/f/n said.

"So, what do you think?" Hoseok asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. "Hm?" You ask, blinking slowly as you come back to reality. "Were you listening like, at all?" "Of- of course. Uhm, let's go with your second idea," You glance down at the paper he was jotting ideas down on, "Feminism in the workplace."

"Okay, great," He folds the paper and tucks it into his pocket.

"Alright, everyone. I hope you got some good discussions in. Remember this is due in a week and a half. Make sure to assign jobs tomorrow for everyone to do. Have a good rest of your day."

Everyone starts gathering their things and walking out, chatter filling the room. The crowd Jin was sitting with all walks forward to exit the room, and of course, Jin doesn't even look yours or Hoseok's way.

Fuck it. You don't need him.

"You excited to see him?" B/f/n asks, biting her straw in excitement. You roll your eyes, trying to seem nonchalant, "It's not even a big deal." "Oh, please. You all but begged for Hoseok to invite him." "I did not beg. I...strongly suggested it would be cool to have more people over," You shrug, taking a swig of your coke. "Right," She laughs. "Aaay!" Hoseok's voice booms from the living room, indicating his invited *ahem* guest has arrived.

You and B/f/n both look at each other, sudden panic taking over the both of you; B/f/n for you, and you for yourself. "Teeth!" You both say in unison, prompting you to immediately bare your teeth at her, her eyes carefully examining every single crevice, "You're good." "Breath?" You breath on her. "Minty fresh," She assures. You take a long, deep breath, "Okay. Let's do this." "So much for it not being a big deal," B/f/n says smugly, to which to respond by glaring at her.

"Hey, everyone!" B/f/n greets with a big smile, walking over and hugging Yoongi, Namjoon, and Taehyung.

They all greet the both of you.

"Can I offer you guys any drinks? Namjoon, Yoongi...Taehyung?" Your eyes linger on Tae for just a little longer than the others, as he's your true interest tonight anyway.

"I'll take a beer," Hoseok interjects, to which B/f/n chupses and hits his arm. "Ow?" He furrows his brows.

"I think we'll all take beers," Namjoon says for everyone. "Uhm, I think I'll just have a Sprite, thanks," Tae says.

"One Sprite, coming up" You smile, completely forgetting about everyone else, 'cause fuck 'em, that's why.

"Let's go!" Hoseok cheers, along with the other guys when whatever-the-fuck team scores the winning touchdown. "Good, it's finally over," You say exasperatedly; you're bored to death and just want to be able to talk to Taehyung.

"I don't even know why you'd want to be invited to watch the game- you hate football," B/f/n says, just loud enough for you to hear but no one else.

"I was desperate," You sigh, "I've been trying to get the nerve to talk to Tae' but I never had an in until now." "Just talk to him, you nerd," She says, lightly pushing on your shoulder.

"You're right. I need to stop being a pussy," You nod, "I'm going in."

By this point, everyone's had a few beers- minus Tae- and everyone is in a seemingly good enough mood; "How about some karaoke?" You say, standing in the middle of the living room in front of the TV.

"Fuck yeah!" Hoseok jumps up, "I'll go get the mics."

"Karaoke's not really my think," Yoongi says, crossing his arms. "What? Scared you'll lose your sTrEet CrEd with your shitty singing?" You mock. "Scared? Ha," He shakes his head, "You know what, fine. We'll do some karaoke."

"Ay! Now it's a party," You and B/f/n cheer, "Got the mics," Hoseok says, coming back with the rechargeable mics with built in speakers, "I call first!" "What about you, Taehyung? You gonna sing?" You ask, sitting next to him. He smiles shyly, "I...I don't know. I'm a little shy." "Oh, come on! I'm sure you'll be great." "I think I'll just watch for now," He says, leaning back into the couch.

"Ah, you're the observant type, then?" You ask, taking advantage of the fact that everyone is now focused on Hoseok's overly emotional rendition of The Fray's 'How to Save a Life'.

"I guess so," He nods. "A wallflower of sorts," You add. "What a...pretty way to put being an introvert," He chuckles. "I do have a way with words," You smile. "I definitely don't- I usually get really tongue tied when I'm on the spot." "Yeah, I'm not much of a public speaker, myself." "Shit, me either. I failed speech last semester because of it." "You took speech? Who was your professor?" You ask, rotating yourself to face him better. "Professor Song," He sighs. "No shit- I have him now too!" "Good luck," He shakes his head in pity. "You can say that again. He paired me up with this guy I've known for forever, total dick. I tried to get him to change the teams but Prof was absolutely not with it," You roll your eyes. "Yeah, sounds like Song... Who's the guy?" He asks. "Hm?" "Total Dick." "Ah yeah, him. You may have heard of him. Kim Seokjin?"

"No way, you're working with Jin this semester?!" Yoongi cuts in, plopping down next to you, "I've been overcharging that idiot for weed since middle school," He laughs.

"Remember when you sold him Tums and told him it was molly?" Namjoon laughs. "Oh yeah, that shit was funny."

"So he's really stupid?" Tae asks. "Oh no, he's more than that," You say bitterly. "Oh boy, you've gotten her started," B/f/n sighs. "He's the hugest asshole. Fifth grade, a girl told him he needed a hair cut, so what'd he do? Tangled a huge wad of Hubba Bubba in her hair, then told her he knew a really good barber who could take care of that. Eight grade, he was caught...'playing doctor' with some girl under the bleachers at a football game and then proceeded to completely ignore her for the rest of the year, went on to date her best friend. These are only some of the dickish things he's done-" "Wow, he does seem like quite the asshole," Tae nods, taking a sip of his sprite. You catch yourself having gone on a rant, as you tend to do, and get embarrassed. "Yeah, uhm...well, I-I'm gonna go get us some popcorn. Be right back-" "I've actually gotta get going," Taehyung says, checking his watch. "Yeah, me too," Yoongi nods, putting his beer on the table. "Yoongi's my ride," Namjoon stands as well.

"Oh, okay," You try not to sound so defeated, convinced that you've blown it by sounding like the biggest hater in the universe. "It was nice of you all to come over," B/f/n says. "Of course, thanks for having us," Namjoon smiles. "tHaNks fOr hAvIng Us," Yoongi mocks him, "Fucking dweeb." "It's the polite thing to say," Namjoon furrows his brows. "Bye Taehyung," You say, as he's the last one out the door. "Bye. It was nice talking to you," He smiles politely, giving a slight bow and then following them out.

When the door closes, you plop back down on the couch, letting out a big sigh, throwing your hands over your face in defeat. "Ugh! I blew it, didn't I?" "What? No, not at all...I- I definitely think, for next time, maybe don't go on a tangent about another man?" "Another man? You make it seem like I was talking about a lover," You scoff. "I know, I know. But just tone it down next time." "If there even is a next time," You groan, still not uncovering your eyes. "Oh stop, I'm sure there will be. I'll even make Hobi keep throwing watch parties until Taehyung eventually falls in love with you." Finally, you uncover your eyes, "Promise?" You hold out your pinky, and she hooks hers around it, "Promise."

A/N: I think I'm addicted to writing the boys out to be total jerks. What can I say? That's my type. As always, let me know what you think! <3

[azucarmorena97]

How many epsoieds are in money tip to be completed?

I'm not quite sure yet. I still have some ideas for future life events. I always knew I didn't want to end it at their wedding date; I wanted it to be a question of how long can they stay married, given their unique situation. My prediction is until maybe part 20, though it could extend slightly longer

[azucarmorena97]

Money Ties (Jungkook Love Story || Pt.11)

Pt.10 || Pt.12

Your parents have worked hard to get to the top and have made sure to teach you everything you need to know to be successful in this business: from tough but lucrative financial decisions, down to the right ball gown for any given banquet. A promising and extravagant future awaits you- that is, if you agree to one teensy detail...

Son of Mr.Jeon Sr. and heir to June Company, Jeon Jungkook is an immature playboy with nothing to offer a woman but good looks and a crap ton of money, and he stands to inherit much MUCH more, so long as you both enter into the arranged marriage contract that was drawn up before the pair of you were even born.

You're more than willing to try, but you're not sure you'll be able to stand each other long enough to inherit a single penny...

Series Warnings: There will be smut in the near future and I will label those chapters as such. As I say before most of my pieces- I do not endorse any themes, ideas, or behaviors in this series. This is all purely fiction/fantasy! Feel free to inbox me suggestions/ideas/what you'd like to see in this series and I'll see what I can do! Enjoy <3

Recap: Suddenly, it's as though the world was set to slow motion; Frame by frame, you watch as Jungkook lifts your veil, the last barrier between you and destiny.

He wraps his arm around your waist and brings you closer to him until your faces are centimeters apart, "To the ride," He whispers, drawing back to the night where you both shared a toast at the bar. "To the ride."

His lips collide with yours and eventually, you don't know where you end and he begins- as now, and forevermore, you are but one flesh.

When he pulls away, he looks at you under hooded eyes, lashes barely exposing his beautiful brown irises. You'd give anything to stay like this...

But of course, it comes time for the both of you to turn to everyone: friends, family, and receive their love and cheers. He grabs your hand and then the both of you are running out of the ballroom, the crowds muted by the double doors closing behind the both of you.

For a moment, you and him are alone again, as the photographers haven't made their way out to take your photos.

"You look so beautiful..." He says, his own cheeks blushing slightly. "Thanks...They-they found a dress," You say, adjusting your shoulder straps nervously, feeling quite shy yourself under his gaze.

"I can see..." He can't take his eyes off of you, meanwhile, you're looking everywhere else but at him; you might just burst if you do.

Finally, the photographer comes out and leads you both out to the courtyard of the hotel; the perfect spot for photos. There's a tall fence around the perimeter of the courtyard, along with a tall hedge full of beautiful flowers. You do, however, spot a few cameras being held high on the other side of the fence in order to capture a few lucky pictures of your groom. "Are those...paparazzi?" You ask. "Yeah...a lot of people really care about our wedding." "I can see."

It does make you a tad uncomfortable, but you try to shake it off; this is something you'll have to get used to. Back home, no one really recognizes you- although, you do typically keep a pretty low profile. Jungkook, on the other hand, has a slew of loyal followers ranging in the thousands- as confirmed by his social media.

"Okay, Mr.Jeon, can we get one of you hugging her?" The photographer asks. Without hesitation, Jungkook pulls you in from your waist, pressing you close to himself. You blush, not used to such public displays of affection...not used to affection very much at all, considering you've never had a boyfriend. This is gonna take some getting used to.

"Mrs.Jeon, a little more to the left."

That's gonna take some getting used to, too.

"Ah! Mr. and Mrs.Jeon!" B/f/n's voice travels over to the both of you as the bridesmaids and groomsmen all trail behind her into the courtyard.

"Shut up," You laugh. "My man!" One of the groomsmen come up to Jungkook and hugs him, "I'm happy for you- for the both of yo." He turns to you and extends his hand for you to shake.

"Thanks, uhm...?" "I'm sorry, I know we haven't formally met you. I'm Felix," He says with a sweet smile. He's quite handsome, as is typical for Jungkook's friends. "I'm Y/n," You say with a slight bow.

"That's Mrs.Jeon to you," Jungkook cuts back in, wrapping his arm around your bare shoulders, though his smile is playful.

Suddenly, Jungkook is abruptly pulled of of you, "Kookie! I'm so happy for you!" Lisa exclaims, throwing herself on him before he gets a chance to react. He doesn't hug her back, just keeps his arms open, "Lisa- I- uhm, thanks."

She pulls away slightly, though she doesn't let him go, "Look at you all grown up and mature now."

You didn't think she'd stoop so low, but here she is blatantly flirting with him in front of you and everyone else. "Yeah...thanks," Jungkook says, clearly uncomfortable. He gently pulls her off of himself, which is clearly a move she didn't expect from him because she immediately goes into clean-up mode, "And you- you make the most beautiful bride, Y/n!"

"Thanks." You can't even be bothered to say anymore than that because if you do, these cameras are gonna catch you pummeling her into the ground in your wedding dress.

"Anyway!" B/f/n cuts into the conversation, emphasizing how awkward the interaction is, "Time for pictures!"

And, as though someone has flipped a switch, everyone is back to their excitement and merriment.

Except, of course, Lisa.

All things considered, the time spent taking pictures was a breeze. Everyone got their chance to pose with you and Jungkook, and you're sure even the paparazzi must've gotten a few good shots.

Now, you're all standing outside of the dining hall waiting to be announced upon entry. Pair by pair, each bridesmaid and goormsman walks in until it's only you and Jungkook.

"Ready?" He asks, a smile on his face as he takes a deep breath. You nod, "Ready."

"And now, I'd like to present, for the first time ever as man and wife, Mr. and Mrs.Jeon!"

You and Jungkook enter into a room teeming with cheers and shouts, a few tables being banged on in excitement.

Of course, unable to resist the applause, Jungkook take an exaggerated bow and then pulls your hand straight up in the air in triumph before leading you to the table where all your court is already sat, with two large empty seats in the middle, saved for the both of you.

Slowly, guests come up to congratulate you both personally, their smiles genuine and warm. All this time you spent dreading your wedding day; you never thought you'd feel so at peace in your new role- of course, it's only been about an hour and a half.

You spot Namjoon walking around from table to table recording people, "Wanna say a few words to the bride and groom?" He looks quite happy for being "Jungkook's babysitter", as he'd put it that night at Jungkook's birthday party. You chuckle. "Namjoon's funny, isn't he?" Jungkook asks, as though he's able to read your mind. "Yeah...very much so." "You know he's totally in love with B/f/n, right?" "Totally." You watch as B/f/n follows him around with a small ring light.

Soon, people start making their way to the dance floor, having had their fill of food and drinks. "Come dance with us, Mr. and Mrs.Jeon," B/f/n says, pulling on your wrist. You look at Jungkook who is aggressively noding his head, "Oh, absolutely." He puts his drink down and then grabs your other wrist, the both of them leading to the dancefloor with the rest of your court- except Lisa, who you spotted only moments ago, seething, sitting at a table with Rose, arms crossed.

You all dance together in a cluster on the dance floor, Jungkook and Felix are clowns, of course, and soon they're pulling their pant legs up so they can get in a "twerking stance." "They're a little too good at this," B/f/n laughs, "Oh, you should see him twerk on a door," Namjoon cuts in, bringing his drink up to his lips as he sways slightly. Jungkook looks at Namjoon, clearly already a little buzzed and he puts his hands square on Namjoon's shoulders, "You were the best ring bearer that ever...beared rings." "And you were the best groom that ever...Yeah, let me not finish that sentence." "Aaaay! The wedding man!" You all turn to see Jin coming up and throwing his arm on Jungkook's shoulders, "You sly devil, how'd you manage to nab a girl this fine," He says, motioning to you. Jungkook's tone gets immediately more serious, "Yo, that's my wife." "Of course, of course. I'm sorry- you know how I get when I get a few drinks in me. I say whetever comes to mind." "Oh, we know." Namjoon rolls his eyes. Jin says, "I'm so glad there was a wedding after all." "The wedding was never off, dweeb," Namjoon looks annoyed whenever he has to interact with Jin- I wonder if it's because he's almost always intoxicated. Jin furrows his brows, "I know, I meant after the whole dress thing." You all look at each other in confusion, "What about my dress?" You ask, narrowing your eyes at him.

As far as you know, your mom and B/f/n didn't tell anyone about the dress except Jungkook and it was right before the ceremony. The dress you're wearing now is one they'd previously considered at the bridal shop weeks ago that they'd held on to in case you didn't like the first one. How the hell did this bozo know anything about your dress?

Unless...

"Oh- uhm, your dress? I- I didn't mean to say that," Jin's eyes widen and he starts trying to backtrack. Jungkook gets in his face and takes Jin's arm off from his shoulders, "No, too late. Say what you were going to say." "It's nothing, man. Like I said, I say anything when I'm drunk." "Jin." With Namjoon and Jungkook both standing so close to his face, Jin has no choice but to give in to the pressure. "LisatoldRosethatshewasgonnaruinY/n'sdressbforetheceremony!" He blurts. "What?" Jungkook asks. "Ugh...Lisa told Rose that she was gonna ruin Y/n's dress before the ceremony. She's been planning it since Mrs.Jeon asked her to be a bridemsaid..."

Your heart is pounding in your chest. Of course it was her. How could you not have known? The nerves and adrenaline of it all completely clouded your judgment before. You and B/f/n immediately start looking around for Lisa. Wedding or not, you're gonna beat this bitch's ass.

"Do you see her? I don't see her," B/f/n says, still looking around. "She was just there, what the hell?" You groan. When you turn back to say something to Jungkook, you realize he's not there anymore. "What- where'd he go?" You ask Namjoon, who only points in the direction of the dining hall doors.

You see Jungkook walking over to the security guards standing at their posts. You pick up the skirt of your dress and follow after him. Once you get over to where he is, the bodyguards immediately walk in the directions of the tables. "What- what are you doing?" He doesn't answer, just stands there watching. The goofiness from minutes before is gone and he seems completely sobered up. You both watch as the security guards approach a birdesmaid over at the punch bowl- It's Lisa.

They exchange a few words, her face going from confused to irritated, her eyes immediately darting to Jungkook, and then settling on you.

All three of them walk back toward where you are, right in front of the doors, and you see some people who were sitting in that general vicinity are now staring, whispering to each other. Everyone else seems completely oblivious.

"Kookie, what's going on?" She asks, her eyes switching from snake to deer in the headlights, but you know better than to fall into it. Does Jungkook?

"Cut the shit, Lisa. Jin told us everything," Jungkook hisses. "What- what are you talking about?" She starts playing with her fingernails, getting more and more nervous but trying to play it cool. "The dress, Lisa. The fucking dress. How could you do this to me? To Y/n?" "Are you insinuating that I had something to do with her dress?" She narrows her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You know, so many people have tried to warn me over the years, but I ignored it all. I ignored the warnings, I ignored the cattiness, I ignored the childish games- this ends here."

Her eyes get wide again, "Kook, come on. It's- it's not that serious. She found another dress- Y/n, come on. Can't fight your own battles so you got my best friend to turn on me?-" "Don't ever talk to my wife again." "Jungkook-" She puts her hand on Jungkook's arm but he swiftly pulls it away, "Get her out of here." He doesn't even stick around to watch her go, just grabs your hand and leads you out of the double doors and back out to the courtyard where you'd previously taken pictures with your court.

Once you're outside, he lets go of your hand and just leans against a pillar, putting his face in his hands, "I'm so sorry, Y/n."

"Jungkook, it's okay. I-" "No, it's not. You tried to tell me again and again and I didn't listen. I couldn't protect you even from something so petty. I'm so sorry-" You step toward him and take his hands off of his face, "Hey..." You say gently, looking up at him. "Hey..." He says, sadness melting into a small smile.

You hadn't noticed it before under the dim lights of the dining hall, but his cheeks are flushed the perfect shade of soft pink, the drinks having caught up to him, despite how soberly he was talking only moments ago. His hair is just messy enough to fall in his eyes, but still neat enough to hold an entire photoshoot for Calvin Klein if he wanted to, especially with his loosened tie and slightly unbuttoned dress shirt.

Again, Michelangelo's David comes to mind.

You stand in silence for a bit, basking in each other's presence; the first time you've been alone as husband and wife. It feels the same...and yet different. Jungkook's called you his wife twice tonight. Both times, it made your heart stir in your chest. You're his wife...

"You're my husband now," You say shyly, putting your hands behind your back and looking down, your smile practically cramping up your cheeks,

"I am," He chuckles, staring at you.

He takes another step closer and lifts your chin, your eyes locking once again, though just as you think he might kiss you, he's pulling your arms onto his shoulders and snaking his around your waist, beginning to sway with you. You only now notice that they've begun to play a slow song inside, the distance making the melody barely audible...but you don't mind.

You're in his arms again.

You lock your hands together behind his neck, letting him lead you, and you just let your head rest on him. After a moment, you realize he's humming. "You know this song?" You ask. "Mhm...She is Love by Parachute." "It's pretty." He doesn't respond, choosing instead to sing the words softly to you.

"It was all the same, all my pride and shame, but she put me on my feet... They call her love, love, love, love. She is love and she is all I need. She is love and she is all I need. She is love, and she is all I need."

His voice so angelic, you wish you could record this moment.

But that's the thing about these beautiful moments; we always wish we could capture them somehow, though if we could, they might not be so special anymore.

Maybe what makes them so, is their inability to be bottled up.

You and Jungkook are back at the dinner table chatting it up with your court, the only empty seat being Lisa's. Funny enough, Rose and Jin seem perfectly settled in and comfortable despite the fact that their bestie has been swiftly kicked out. You're sure Rose's mission is now to relay everything to Lisa.

"Excuse me everyone, may I please have your attention! Before we wrap up the party, the father of the groom would like to say a few words to the Bride and Groom." The DJ says, the lights brightening just a bit as Mr. and Mrs.Jeon Sr. come up to stand by the booth.

"Yes, hello everyone," Mr.Jeon bows, "I'm so happy that everyone came to support our family on this momentous occasion. Truly, an occasion we've looked forward to since the day our son was born," From where you and Jungkook sit, it almost looks like Mr.Jeon's eyes are watering.

"As you all know, this wedding will mark the beginning of the merger of our family companies, with my son and new daughter-in-law being the heirs. We cannot begin to express how incredibly proud we are of them- so, as a gift to express our love, my wife and I, along with Mr.L/n and Mrs.L/n, have gotten the bridge and groom a gift."

He waves you and Jungkook over, to which you both respond by looking at each other confusedly. Jungkook helps you out of your seat and you walk up to them. Mr.Jeon hands an envelope to Jungkook, who quickly opens it and pulls out its contents.

A paper, and two sets of keys.

"Wait-" Jungkook says, brows furrowed. He passes the paper to you and then looks at his dad, an expression of complete disbelief. "Congratulations, son."

A house. They've bought you a house.

Everyone begins cheering at every table, as though they've instantly understood the gift.

Jungkook immediately hugs his dad, and then his shoulders start shaking violently- he's begun to cry, and so has his father. You hug Mrs.Jeon tightly, and then go over to your parents who are sat at a table a few feet away, hugging them with all of your strength, your own tears falling onto their shoulders.

You rejoin Jungkook after he's had his moment, and he takes the mic from his dad, "Wow, I cannot tell you all how shocked we are. This was truly unexpected. I think I can speak for my wife-" He glances over at you, a smile on his face as he says it, "- and myself when I say that we are so grateful for the support our parents have given us, and also for the support you've all shown us. Not just today but every day leading up to this and even before. Friends, family- we love you all so much.

We couldn't have done it without you."

The rest of the party was a blur after that moment; more food, more drinks, more laughter and joy, and before you know it, it's all come to an end. "Okay, let's get you back to the hotel and get you out of this dress so you guys can pack your suitcase for the honeymoon!" B/f/n says, grabbing her purse and walking over to Namjoon really quickly. Jungkook looks at you, his soft eyes taking you in; you'll only be in this dress for a little while longer...he's not so eager to end this night yet. "Wanna go somewhere?" He says quietly. To which you smile and respond, "Sure."

"Ready?" B/f/n says, bright eyed and bushy tailed for someone who had thrown back at least 5 shots in the last hour and a half. "Uhm...I'm actually..." You don't quite know how to say it. "I'm gonna take her to the hotel," Jungkook interjects. "What? But you still have to-" "That sounds just fine," Namjoon says, coming up behind B/f/n and lightly pushing her along, giving the both of you a knowing smile. "Wait-" "Let's go, B/f/n," He coaxes. You and Jungkook share a little laugh and then walk out hand in hand to the car.

This time, rather than having a driver, Jungkook is behind the wheel. His arm is extended past the center console and resting on your knee, his thumb stroking the fabric gently. Your heart skips with every touch, and suddenly you feel like a shy teenager; maybe this is what Madonna was talking about when she sang, 'Like a Virgin'.

"What are you thinking about?" He asks, glancing at you. It's only just dawned on you that you've been quiet the entire car ride, which has been about 20 minutes. "I...I don't know." "Liar," He smiles. "I guess I'm just...taking it all in." "Me too." He pulls into a gas station and turns the car off, "Come on." "What? Where?" "Into the unknoooown," He sings. "Never took you as a Disney Princess guy," You laugh. He doesn't acknowledge what you'd said, just exits the car and walks around and opens your door, "My queen." His exaggerated bow elicits another laugh. You gather your skirt and somehow manage to jump out of the car. One arm hooked around his, you both walk into the gas station store. The few people inside turn to look at you and just continue staring. It was probably a strange scene: a bride and groom strolling in casually, walking over to the chip section. You almost wanna laugh imagining it from their perspective. "Pick anything you want," Jungkook says, excitedly picking up a few bags of chips for himself. You carefully examine the wide selection. He walks away to, you assume, look at more things- but when he comes back, he has a basket full of things. You toss a few bags of chips and a candy bar into the basket, along with two drinks; one for hydration, one for pleasure. "Done." He nods and walks over to the counter. "Will that be all?" The cashier says sarcastically. "Wait, wait..." Jungkook tosses in a small pack of gum, "Done."

You ride in happy silence, windows down, your hair falling out of the once-elegant wedding hair style, though you look just as beautiful- at least, that's what Jungkook thinks. You finally drive into a parking lot set on a hill, overlooking the beautiful cityscape. The businesses that would normally be bustling with clientele are closed for the night, so it's only the two of you there.

"Wow...it's beautiful out here," You say, dazzled by the way the lights twinkle down below, cars going back and forth, weaving in and out of sight between the buildings. "Yeah. I first found this spot a few years ago during one of my...not so bright moments," He chuckles, grabbing the bag with all the snacks and taking out his banana milk, "and I've just been coming ever since." "Hmm," You nod, thinking about what he's just said. Not so bright moments... "What does that mean?" You ask. You would've normally left suuch a vague statement alone, thinking if he wanted to expand then he would, but fuck it. That's your husband now, right? You deserve to know...you want to know. You want to know him so badly, now more than ever.

"What, did Namjoon not do a good enough job telling you all my business?" He smirks, causing you to roll your eyes playfully, "Shut up." His smile fades slightly as he sinks into deep thought; as though he's carefully selecting what words to use. "Well...after I came out of rehab, I kind of didn't know what to do with myself. I knew I couldn't go back to how I was living before, as far as the heavy drinking and the drugs- I had done a lot of damage to my family, you know? I couldn't bear to disappoint them like that again," He sighs, taking a sip of his drink, "So, I would spend hours- some times all night- just driving and driving. I drove everywhere, all alone. I drove angry, I drove sad, I drove numb, I drove happy...not that I had many happy moments at that time." You turn in your seat (as best as you can in this big ass dress) and look at him as he talks.

"Did you...ever ask anyone to drive with you?" He furrows his brows, a confused expression on his face, "No, I...I guess I didn't know that I could." Without another word, you reach over and grab his hand, squeezing it lightly. "You might just be the only person in my world who can relate to this feeling," He says in a low voice, looking down at your hands; you do the same. You know exactly what he means.

When you look back up, he's already looking at you; his eyes are low, dark obsidian pupils flickering back and forth from your eyes, to your lips, "Y/n..." "Yes?" You whisper, heart so loud you hear it in your ears. "Can I kiss you again?"

You nod, chest rising up and down as your breath catches in your throat. Not even at "You may kiss the bride" did your heart beat so fast as it does now.

His lips press firmly against yours and slowly, you feel both yours and his head moving rhythmically together.

When he pulls away breathlessly, you can see a tiny bit of your makeup on his nose and mouth, causing you to let out a little laugh.

"What?" He smiles, "Nothing..." You reach over and grab the side of his face, and this time, its your thumb stroking his cheek.

You could look at him forever...

Thanks for being patient in your wait for the next part! Let me know what more you want to see going forward into their married life! DM me some juicy drama to add in :)

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Money Ties (Jungkook Love Story || Pt.10)

Pt.9 || Pt.11

Your parents have worked hard to get to the top and have made sure to teach you everything you need to know to be successful in this business: from tough but lucrative financial decisions, down to the right ball gown for any given banquet. A promising and extravagant future awaits you- that is, if you agree to one teensy detail...

Son of Mr.Jeon Sr. and heir to June Company, Jeon Jungkook is an immature playboy with nothing to offer a woman but good looks and a crap ton of money, and he stands to inherit much MUCH more, so long as you both enter into the arranged marriage contract that was drawn up before the pair of you were even born.

You're more than willing to try, but you're not sure you'll be able to stand each other long enough to inherit a single penny...

Series Warnings: There will be smut in the near future and I will label those chapters as such. As I say before most of my pieces- I do not endorse any themes, ideas, or behaviors in this series. This is all purely fiction/fantasy! Feel free to inbox me suggestions/ideas/what you'd like to see in this series and I'll see what I can do! Enjoy <3

Recap: The panic attack that could not come to fruition this morning has now returned with a vengeance, and you are doubled over, sturggling for oxygen.

Cuts. Cuts everywhere. All over the skirt of the dress. Deep, angry slashes.

- Knock. Knock. Knock.

You're snapped out of your thoughts, head lifting up and looking toward the door, "Come in," You say, your wavering voice just loud enough to be heard from the other side. The door opens slowly, and you expect to see B/f/n or maybe your mom, but instead, Jungkook walks in, his expression soft and solemn as he closes the door behind him.

"Hey, Y/n."

His voice brings your tears to a halt, your bottom jaw hanging slightly. There he is. In the flesh.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't know you weren't dressed," He lowers his gaze and brings his hands together, "I overheard B/f/n telling our moms about the dress and I...I wanted to come see if you were okay."

You dont even know how to respond...are you okay? No. You're really freaking not okay.

"You don't have to worry about me- I'm okay," You lie. Though this time, you're not lying to be petty or to prove a point- you genuinely don't want to be a burden on him. Not today.

"Y/n..." The way he says your name makes your heart ache. He sees the way your tear-stained face never leaves the floor to meet his eyes. He sees how in pain you are...how in pain you've been. Without another word, he walks over to you and right when he comes only a foot away from you, he brings his hand to your chin, "Look at me."

Your eyes water again, finding warmth in his beautiful, dark brown eyes.

"I've missed you so much..." His voice is so gentle, melting you down to your core until you begin sobbing again. Desperate, weary sobs- like you've been walking through a desert holding a heavy pack and you've only just tossed it off of your back.

He brings your arms up so you're hugging his waist and lets you cry into his stomach, his hand stroking your hair softly.

"I'm so sorry I didn't come see you sooner. I was...a coward. I was afraid you'd be mad at me so I just avoided you. I shouldn't have done that."

"It's okay...I was avoiding you too..." You say, pulling your face away and looking up at him.

He stares down at you for a moment, admiring the fact that, even after crying you're makeup into black streaks under each eye and managing to have smeared your lipstick, you are still so beautiful.

But he doesn't say that; instead, he leans forward and presses his forehead into yours, "I want you to listen to me, okay?" "Mhm."

"Dress or no dress, we're getting married today. This is not about our parents, not about the company, not about anything but you and me. We are partners in this. So i want you to clean off your face, get yourself dressed," He glances down at your exposed cleavage, swallowing hard, "And I'm gonna send the makeup team back in here. They're right next door doing touch ups on some of the girls."

"Okay..." You let out a deep breath.

"I'm gonna see you out there, okay? No running away. We're in this together."

You nod, closing your eyes, "I'll be there."

"You better be."

For a moment, you think he might kiss you goodbye- and he does think about it- but instead, he lightly pinches your cheek and pulls away, walking out of the room and closing the door behind himself.

Maybe there's still hope yet...

You hear the rumble of voices as the ballroom fills up. You got your makeup redone only minutes ago and now you pace back and forth in the suite, checking your Applewatch every so often to make sure you don't have any missed notifications from B/f/n or your mom. "Where is she...?"

Just as you begin to grumble, the door swings open, B/f/n carryinga garment bag and your mom running over to you. "I'm sorry we're late, honey. It took a lot of calls and pulling strings for us to get you this one but it'll be just as good as the other gown- better even." "Okay, let's just get it on me."

You struggle undress quickly and then step into the gown, B/f/n and your mom pulling it up and then lacing you in. Once it's snug against your body, you walk over to the mirror. Seeing yourself completely ready is so surreal. You can hardly believe it's you in the mirror...or that the moment's finally come. The moment you've waited for for so long...

"Wait, you're missing something," Your mom says, coming up behind you. You turn and look down at her hands. "Mom..." You gasp, your heart fluttering at the sight of her wedding veil; the one you'd always begged and begged her to let you play dress up with (though, of course, she never let you). "It's yours now, my love." You lean down a bit and let her place it atop your head, the sheer fabric covering your face in a most elegant way. There...now youu're ready.

"You look so beautiful," Your mom whispers, her eyes threateing to spills over with tears. "Mom, we both just got our makeup retouched, we cannot keep crying," You say, holding back more tears- though these are very much happy tears. "Oh, I know, I know," She says, fanning her eyes, "I'm just so happy for you, my love. Your dad and I are so...so proud of you." Her words catch you by surprise; you know your parents love you and you do assume they're proud of you, but you're all always so preoccupied and busy that you rarely take the time to really express it to each other. It's nice...

"I love you, mom," You say, pressing your forehead against hers, much like Jungjkook had done to you earlier. "Y/n, it's time," B/f/n says, checking her watch and smiling at you.

"Okay, my love. Let's boogie," Your mom says, causing you to laugh.

Of course, the laugh is short-lived, as your humor is quickly replaced with raging butterflies, all darting violently in your stomach.

You stand with your eyes fixed on the ground, trying to keep your heart steady as couple by couple, the bridesmaids and groomsmen walk through the big double doors and into the main part of the ballroom. "Get ready, beautiful," B/f/n whispers to you before it's her turn to walk out by herself. You take a deep breath and clutch onto your dad. "I might pass out," You mumble. "If the bride can't pass out at her own wedding, who can?" He says jokingly, trying to put you at ease. Suddenly, you hear it- the wedding march. This is it. No turning back now. As the doors begin to open, revealing just a sliver of the other side, you get that same feeling as when you're at a roller coaster's peak; when you can do nothing but wait for it to drag you down to its depths.

But when they finally open fully, you see that, all the way at the end of the aisle, Jungkook is waiting for you.

And then the feeling changes...it's the same feeling you got at the bridal shop the other day. When you'd seen the dress ruined earlier, you were devastated because you thought that that dress was singlehandedly responsible for this beautiful feeling; yet here you are, standing at the entryway to the rest of your life, your heart bursting at the seams with anxiety to finally get to him. It was him all along.

"Ready?" Your dad whispers. You look up at him and nod, "Ready."

You take the first step, then the next, then the next. Each move bringing you closer and closer. You can see that the ballroom is decorated beautifully, thanks to your mothers and B/f/n's input. People are smiling and clapping, some take pictures, and others whisper to each other. But all you can do is look at Jungkook. His eyes are watery, jaw clenching tightly to keep himself from crying...God, it feels good to know he's as nervous and excited as you. Contract, merger, and Lisa be damned- You want to marry this man.

You stand at the end of the aisle with your dad, who is looking straight ahead at the priest, trying not to cry himself.

"Who gives this woman to this man today?" Asks the priest. Tearfully, your dad nods, "I do."

Jungkook walks forward and he and your dad lock eyes, a secret, wordless understanding between the pair of them as they hug, and then your dad is grabbing your hand and passing it into Jungkook's.

You're crying again, of course, but you try to contain it as much as possible as you've already ruined your makeup once today.

Jungkook looks at you, his eyes indescribably soft toward you. You. His bride.

His.

He leads you forward so that you're a at the bottom of the platform steps, the priest standing at the top behind a podium.

The priest begins his speech, a string of words you can't even comprehend right now- all you understand, all you know, is that you can't wait to kiss him.

"I, Jungkook...take you...Y/n M/N L/n...to be my wife, to have and to hold...from this day forward... for better, for worse...for richer, for poorer... in sickness and in health... Until death do us part."

Now, a gentle stream of tears falls on his cheeks and he chuckles at himself.

"I, Y/n M/n L/n..take you...Jeon Jungkook...to by my husband, to have and to hold...from this day forward... for better, for worse...for richer, for poorer... in sickness and in health... Until death do us part."

"Will the ring bearer please present the rings for us?" Namjoon steps forward, his dimples accentuating his handsome smile, a pillow in his hand with the two little rings.

You each grab your rings and then look at each other. The moment is coming for you to finally speak.

"Now each of you, take your ring in your hand. Jungkook, say 'With this ring, I thee wed.'"

"With this ring, I thee wed." Jungkook smiles ear to ear, sliding the ring easily onto your finger.

"Y/n, grab Jungkook's hand and say, 'With this ring, I thee wed."

"With this ring, I thee wed," You echo, matching his smile.

"With that said, I now pronounce you, Mr. and Mrs.Jeon. You may now kiss the bride!"

Suddenly, it's as though the world was set to slow motion; Frame by frame, you watch as Jungkook lifts your veil, the last barrier between you and destiny.

He wraps his arm around your waist and brings you closer to him until your faces are centimeters apart, "To the ride," He whispers, drawing back to the night where you both shared a toast at the bar. "To the ride."

His lips collide with yours and eventually, you don't know where you end and he begins- as now, and forevermore, you are but one flesh.

A/N: Sorry this was a short one but I couldn't wait! I really wanted to give you guys a little something as I'm seeing a lot of you guys are really loving the series. Hope you all enjoy <3

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