Genre: Romcom with bad jokes
Pairing: I.M/Changkyun (Hacker/College Student), You (Reluctant hero/College Student)
Rating: F for fun
Warning: Spin off of Wonho’s Wanted series, but no need to read that before reading this!
Summary:
I.M. Part-time college student, secret world-class hacker. Meeting his match was only the beginning, since his rival just happens to be the last person he expected.
pt.1
Changkyun frowns at another line of cryptic symbols flashing across the screen. It’s all thanks to his ‘dick-head’ client Hyungwon, who insists on knowing the medical history of every millionaire in the country that Changkyun’s stuck to his desk instead of his comfy mattress. He’d rather not lament on what sort of wacky doctor Hyungwon is. He’s shady, and that’s all Changkyun cares to fathom at the moment.
Yet, he finds more distraction in the tedious online security system, meticulously guarding every private hospital in this country. But breaking down a few firewalls shouldn’t be a problem. After all, he is I.M, the legendary and terrifying hacker that can easily manipulate just about everything in the online world.
But this time, whoever wrote the protection programs for Seoul’s top three private hospitals successfully gave him chills. In a good way.
A smile noticeably creeps onto his face. And he’s clearly more than a little excited for a daring challenge to finally show up.
Solving it will take a little longer than usual, and he’d love to indulge right away, except life as a college student doesn’t allow such a luxury. He’s got an unfortunate eight AM test tomorrow. And sleep is the wiser option for now.
The fun will have to wait.
You were always pretty decent at turning people down unless it came down to your cousin, Yoo Kihyun. So when he asked you a favor on behalf of the nation’s top government agency, it became even harder to say no.
Those close to you knew about your notable talent in programming, which is something you now wish you didn’t have thanks to the outrageous anti-virus programs you had to write with your two hands. Still, this development is hardly a surprise considering your mother was a former CIA agent and your father still works for NASA.
Having early access to all sorts of cool gadgets somehow induced your transformation into what Kihyun calls a ‘benevolent hacker’. And it’s as stressful as it sounds, like what’s going on right now.
“But you’ve even saved our country from a nuclear war!” Kihyun’s voice rang proudly.
You sigh through the phone before slumping further into your chair. “I almost went blind from staring at a screen for so long, but I guess it all worked out.”
“We really appreciate everything you do, really.” He softens. “I know it’s tough, but hey, at least you’re getting paid.”
“I just want to live a normal life.”
“I know, I know.” Kihyun coos sympathetically. “This should be the last time. But…”
“But?” You could feel the hesitation through his silence.
“We’re looking at a pretty high-profiled hacker this time. And if they’re targeting private hospitals, they’re out for some pretty bad damage.”
Kihyun’s words linger with a tinge of frustration, and that struck you to realize the much shittier stress your poor cousin deals on a daily basis. The least you can do is comfort him a little.
“Well, the program I wrote for the hospital’s database should stay intact through tonight.” You suggest with a bit of optimism.
“That’s good to hear.” He sighs.
You switch on your laptop, nestling the phone against your shoulder. “By the way, any idea on the perpetrator yet?”
“Nothing solid.” He states. “But we do have someone on file who could be a possible suspect.”
That piqued your interest a little, and you wait for him to continue.
“You familiar with the hacker that goes by the name I.M?”
Your back stiffens, and the phone on your shoulder almost slips to the floor. Kihyun probably noticed your sudden silence, but you still had to let a few shivers run down your spine.
I.M. That name is more or less a legend to your ears. You knew that name. Well, anyone with the slightest interest in programming knows that name. Although your knowledge of him came from passing rumors, the stories are crazy enough to serve as a warning. Multiple cases of leaked government secrets are credited to his name. And just three years ago, I.M’s stints nearly drove a dozen smaller European countries into martial law.
No one knows how or why he operates, nor is there evidence of his identity. He’s like some lurking enigma from the deep, dark web, capable of sending the whole world on edge with a few clicks.
But to the average citizen, his existence is a debatable rumor. Only those with enough expertise of computers know the true extent of his destruction.
Fortunately for you, no trouble has stumped you yet. But if the opponent this time happens to be I.M, there may be just one conclusion: If encountered, do not approach.
“So…is that a yes?” Your cousin’s voice sounded hopeful.
“Um not really, I’m gonna Google him.” You swallow your lie, swiftly deciding against saying much for the sake of Kihyun’s sanity.
“Alright then, don’t stay up too late.” There’s a brief silence before Kihyun’s voice cools. “Thanks for the help so far, kiddo. Now get some sleep.”
Your eyes roll at his usual motherly tone. But he’s right; you need your sleep for tomorrow’s eight AM Philosophy test.
“Okay, night mom.” You sang, hanging up before Kihyun could reply.
Changkyun doesn’t regret taking Philosophy. It’s an easy A and all, but an eight o’clock midterm is kind of pushing it.
His phone buzzes against the night stand’s surface. Changkyun grabs it to shut off the alarm, but the screen displays a text message instead. A grin instantly finds his lips as evidence of sleepiness completely disappear from his features.
[Squishy Dumpling 7:00 AM]: “CHANGKYUN WAKE UP RIGHT NOW! IF YOU DON’T ANSWER IN 1 MIN I WILL CALL.”
Changkyun chuckles under his breath and pushes himself up against the headboard. What started as an inside joke lead to a stupidly endearing contact name. If only you knew about it; that would surely have your eyes rolling.
Seeing your promised text message already has him in a better mood. Yet despite being wide awake, he purposely waits to see if you’re really going to take this wake-up-call job seriously. Changkyun is nonetheless grateful for your proposed offer during last evening’s impromptu study session. After him claiming to have slept through several tests in the past, you were determined to stop him from sleeping through another one.
Indeed, one minute later, his phone starts buzzing continuously with your silly trademark flashing on screen.
He clears his throat, channeling his best dead-tired-college-student impression and takes the call.
“Hmm…hello?”
Changkyun’s voice is already deeper than most guys his age, but his range falls impossibly lower in the mornings. It’s amazing how that husky voice never fails to give you the jitters.
“Changkyun, stop it.” You sigh firmly. “I know you’re awake.”
“Hm? What makes you say that?” He drags on.
Your ear drowns in the vibrations of his voice. “I know you read my text.”
Changkyun lets out a groan that forces you to physically pry the phone away from yourself. “Five more minutes.”
“Changkyun, I’m not your mother.”
He lets out a convincing sigh. “You know, I was thinking, since I already have a ninety-eight in the class, I should just-”
“Changkyun!”
The boy almost blew his cover by chuckling out loud. “Kidding, relax.” He yawns. “I’ll go since you sound like you really want me to.”
You can practically see Changkyun with his proud smirk waiting for a flustered response.
“Obviously.” You return the distress. “Who else can I copy off the answers to?”
“Ouch.” Changkyun hissed. “Ice cold.”
“You’re old enough to handle it.”
Changkyun didn’t hold back his chuckles this time. He always knew one day he’ll meet someone sassier than him. Sure enough, here you are, serving that hot attitude right up at seven in the morning.
“What are you doing after the test?” He redirects the topic.
“Um…probably be at the library to finish some homework.” That’s a partial lie, since your real motive is checking on the condition of your program. If I.M really is the culprit according to Kihyun’s data, you sure need a recheck as soon as goddamn possible. And you’ll need the library’s generous wi-fi speed for that.
“Oh me too, wanna go together?” Changkyun’s voice interrupts your thought. You quickly swallow your hesitation, a bit unsure about fighting hackers with another person sitting by. But Changkyun’s harmless, as far as you know. “Sounds Good.”
Within an hour, you’re patiently waiting for the professor’s arrival in a mostly empty lecture hall. Just as you decide to glance around for Changkyun, a coffee cup suddenly lands on your desk.
“Morning sunshine.”
You turn your head away from the coffee to see Changkyun plop down in the seat next to yours. Seeing him this early had you wide-eyed for a good moment.
“Morning.” Your gaze returns to the cup before you. “I see you had time to get coffee.”
Changkyun shrugs. “I figured you’ll probably need some energy to, you know, copy my answers.”
You’re almost pleased with his comeback. “You know me so well, thanks Changkyun.”
He smiles back, taking out a few pens as the professor finally makes his entrance.
Despite the test being a generous three hours, you and Changkyun were out in less than one. As previously agreed, the two of you are now sitting across each other at your favorite spot in the library--second floor, back corner near the ancient Greek literature. You naturally favored this spot since it’s usually vacant, but most importantly, it’s where the wi-fi router is located.
Finding a spot like this was indisputably your primary task on your first day at college. You needed a distraction-free work space, not so much for your school work but for fighting what ever cyber crime Kihyun might task you with. Luckily, you found this holed-up library, ironically attached to the computer science department, and barely visible from the outside world.
You quickly grew attached to the place, to the point where you now work as a library assistant to gain unlimited entry into the facility. The only thing didn’t expect was to meet Changkyun, who, unbeknownst to you, chose to work here for the reasons that would never cross your mind in several life times.
It’s hard to put your finger on exactly what drew you towards this boy. Changkyun’s an odd ball. You knew that from his persistent suggestion to build a fort using the old, un-catalogued books from the back storage room. But you also knew he isn’t a complete scatterbrain when he translated an entire collection of Arabic poems into English, all on his own.
Which is why you sometimes question why he’s a biology major.
But you are no less of a mystery in Changkyun’s eyes, albeit a much prettier mystery. He initially pegged on the idea of having the entire library to himself and was clearly a little upset when he first heard a new co-worker is joining the staff. But when you came along, his mind changed instantly.
He couldn’t pinpoint the source of your attraction either. It could be your pretty eyes, but it could also be your natural sass which stumped him a few times. And there was that fascinating episode where you, a statistics major, somehow knew weirdly specific details about upgrading the library router’s firmware. And that made the wi-fi so much faster.
Curiosity aside, Changkyun got used to you so quickly that he doesn’t even mind hacking the government with you beside him.
“Can’t believe I got up this early for two free response questions.” Changkyun laments, his chin sinking into his palm.
You kind of agree. That philosophy test was stupidly easy, it’s almost a little insulting.
“At least you get to keep your ninety-eight.” You kept your response casual, unlike your fingers furiously navigating the three private hospitals’ websites you’re supposed to be guarding.
Fortunately, things are still in the green.
Changkyun hums in response, his face giving nothing more than a blank stare. A stark contrast to the feverish excitement he’s containing underneath that poker face. He didn’t think such an emotion still exists in him. But ever since last night’s encounter with such a daring little fire-wall, he’s feeling that nostalgic itch to tear it apart. Now with that stupid test out of the way, boy was he ready to indulge.
You felt unusually restless. Perhaps it’s the possibility of facing I.M, in which case, you’re completely screwed. But you found comfort knowing it’s barely ten in the morning. Even a legendary hacker wouldn’t dwell this early.
Except you’re wrong.
You flinch at a sudden dreadful shade of orange popping on your laptop display. And if it wasn’t for Changkyun’s presence, your jaw would have hit the floor by now.
Thankfully, years of nerve racking experience taught you to stay calm. You double check your VPN connection and drew in a long breath. It’s time for war.
Changkyun knows he’s being a little reckless, but if those DDoS attacks didn’t work last night, might as well change things up for once. He just finished a virus that can use a test run, and there won’t be a better opportunity than this. Within a few clicks, Changkyun eases back into his chair and began relishing the view.
You on the other hand, have both eyes glued to the numbers on your screen. Only a few precious seconds passed before you realized the blatantly obvious malware eating away your codes. That gave you a tiny bit of relief, because your specialty is, in fact, malware sabotage.
“You okay there?”
You sprang apart from your laptop and look up, meeting Changkyun’s curious eyes.
“You’re typing really fast.” He continues. “And loud.”
That’s because I’m fighting a cyber criminal who’s probably trying to take over the world. If only you could muse out loud.
“Oh, sorry, I got an essay for writing class.” You smile sheepishly. “It’s due tomorrow.”
Changkyun looks taken aback and covers his mouth. “You? A procrastinator?”
You would respond with something clever, but your attention falls back to suspending access of this intruding virus. You barely spare him a cheeky eye roll before immersing right back into your keyboard. Luckily, you were right on time.
Changkyun’s gaze suddenly flew back to his laptop. On the screen displays something he’s sure he hasn’t seen since his first time hacking the Ministry of Defense’s military records. The word ‘Obsolete’ flashed in the middle of his display, and for a good second, he almost didn’t recognize that word was meant for him. His features however, slowly lights up in nothing but fascination.
His virus just failed. Interesting.
Your eyes momentarily close to embrace this calm before the storm. If anything, this was just the first round of however many times this douche hacker decides to ruin your eyesight for the next few days. But you found some confidence in yourself, knowing your talent hasn’t failed you yet.
Changkyun admits he might have been a little cocky to assume his virus was enough to wrap things up. But at least he was right to be excited. This isn’t the usual business anymore.
“Are you okay?” You return, tending to a strange look of amusement on Changkyun’s face.
Changkyun almost couldn’t peel his eyes away from his screen. “Yeah just…” He takes another moment to finally absorb reality.
“I just watched a funny video.” His exhale turns into a chuckle. “How goes the essay?”
You sense the oddness in his response, but opted for a bright nod instead. “Making progress.”
Changkyun puts on a convincing grin of acknowledgement in hopes of easing you from further suspicion. The moment you turn back to your computer, he runs his bottom lip between his teeth, suppressing the ironic exhilaration scalding his ego.
Nothing in Changkyun’s career even came close to stopping his malware, not to mention this quickly and so seemingly effortlessly. Perhaps the government actually hired someone decent this time, someone possibly on par with his expertise. He’s almost tempted to abandon his task and track down this person instead. But it’s not wise to side track too soon. He’ll just launch his second attack for now.
DDoS. Malware. You can only dread what’s coming next. It’s almost as if Satan himself answered your fear as your computer screen glows orange after one meager minute of peace.
Your eyes flare up, and a flashing timer pops on screen like an apocalyptic warning.
Two minutes. That’s how long your program will hold up. And that’s how long you have to figure out and stop whatever is breaking your program. But that’s just a laughable ideal.
This quick, aggressive attack just about confirms your worst fear. I.M is behind this ordeal.
It’s amazing how you’re managing to stay intact in your chair, despite your heart rate racing faster than the milliseconds ticking away. In situations like this, there’s no time for regret. And walking out of this one alive meant one thing: run away.
You immediately connect your phone with your laptop, as subtle as possible to avoid Changkyun’s gaze. A few clicks later, you began transferring all three hospital’s database into your phone while wiping every piece of information from its online servers.
This is the last resort you once hoped to avoid. Your actions are just as illegal as I.M’s, but desperation left you with no other choice. You’ll definitely need to speak with Kihyun later.
An airy chuckle escapes Changkyun’s lips. Now this is a sight he hasn’t seen in a while. On his screen is a blank webpage without a single line of code in the back-end database. And to think that was all completed in no more than two minutes, he wishes he can applaud his opponent.
Changkyun closes his eyes, only to be met with that nagging temptation to seek out whoever’s beyond the other side of the screen.
Interestingly enough, that seems to be the only choice left.
Changkyun’s eyes flutter apart with a fervent gaze, one that matches the rising excitement in his chest.
He’ll have to notify Hyungwon there’s been a change of plans. He’s going hunting.
You spent a good two hours writing an email to Kihyun, choosing comforting words explaining that everything is in good hands. The classified information is with you and not the perpetrator, but it might take a few days before you can restore the data.
And you left out I.M’s name, and the part about keeping the targeted data on your personal cell phone. The last thing you’d want is for Kihyun to place you under some weird witness protection program for pulling such a reckless stint.
You proof read your lies and ended the email with a reminder to not call because you accidentally dropped your phone in the bath tub.
You sigh, hitting the send button before turning to stare at your locked down, encrypted and therefore useless cell phone. If only you knew it was going to become a digital safekeeping vault, you could have asked your mom for second phone.
For now you should just be thankful for getting out of this one unscathed. You lift your arms to stretch, then shutting your laptop when your phone suddenly vibrates against the table.
You peer down, curious as to who sent you a message when your eyes immediately widen in horror.
Your phone just vibrated. It shouldn’t even be powered on right now.
Several bright flashes fly past the screen, and a blue bubble with white text promptly pops up.
[201.50.514] Congrats. You’re the first one to escape.
The hairs on your body never perched so painfully.
[201.50.514] Good thing one of my bugs made it. It would be a total shame if I lost you completely.
You pick up the phone, hands starting to shake from the unbelievable display on your phone. The colors and design look just like a messaging app, and you know this is the work of a person whom you really should not have messed with.
You swallow and tap the screen, where a keyboard pops up, inviting your response.
[01101101] sorry who’s this?
Oh god. As if playing dumb will get out of this deep shit.
[201.50.514] hahaha alright, if you’re really asking then let me introduce myself.
[201.50.514] this is I.M
[201.50.514] and I believe you took something I want
A/N: Hi guys, it’s me, the most flaky author on this planet. There were some who requested an I.M spin off, so here it is after 10000 years! Thank you all so much for those who waited! And to lovely new readers, thank you for reading!!
Hello! I just read Wanted and it really left a strong impression on me, tugged at my heart at all the right moments, pleaseeee please consider an epilogue maybe...? I also read your jungkook one and I loved it too! you’re very talented! Please keep on sharing your pieces!
Thank you thank you!!! you’re too kind!!!!! I have to apologize in advanced tho because I’m such a flaky writer and would disappear for who knows how long. I can’t promise when I’ll post again but I’m definitely writing some stuff when I find inspiration!
I'm screaming omfg your Jungkook smut was really good wtf!! Please write more if inspiration hits, you have so much potential tbh! And would you perhaps also consider making a mobile masterlist (through tumblr posts, not tumblr pages) if you haven't already
Thank you!! you’re too kind ;v; I’ll make a mobile masterlist once I post more writings since I have so few atm haha~
I started reading your latest fic with Jungkook and when I reached that part with the sleeping pills I stopped because it really disturbed me. I think you should add a warning about rape and I really hope you know that what you' ve written is regarded as that.
I’m sorry you felt uncomfortable ;-; I’ve never nor will I ever write anything that relates to triggering subjects so please understand that wasn’t my intention. But thanks for letting me know and I’ll be careful from now on!
Pairing: Jungkook (19) | You (22)
Rating: M
Warning: Smut, Language
You were supposed to be the noona next door who always looked after him.
And he was was supposed to be the cute younger brother that looks up to you.
Then puberty happened.
“Jungkook oppa I…”
The girl visibly trembles, eyes scanning everywhere but the boy in front of her. Yet that might be for the better. Jungkook stands visibly bored, releasing an annoyed yet quiet sigh.
“I really like you!” The poor girl finally exclaims, still tugging on her skirt while her face heats to crimson.
Jungkook checks his watch, his annoyance increasing with each second passing by. It’s Friday, which means homework and movies at your place, and he should to be on his way already. But this girl in front of him has barely made it through half of her confession.
If it weren’t for you, his forever-wise-noona-next-door, having served him earfuls on how to not be an asshole, he wouldn’t even have showed up.
“…and you’re always so responsible and-”
“Sorry.”
The girl’s head finally snaps up, and Jungkook caught that exact moment of hurt in her eyes, followed by signs of crumbling confidence and embarrassment. This scene is no stranger to Jungkook. Although any decent human would take this time to relay words of comfort and sincere apology to the rejected, Jungkook was as ruthless as the rumors boast.
“I already have someone I like, so please give up on me.”
With that, he turns without a second look.
Your front door shuts with a soft thud yet you didn’t bother checking who just entered.
“Kookie! How was school?” You call from the kitchen, filling up a glass of orange juice.
Jungkook tosses his backpack on your living room couch and sits himself on the carpet. “When are you gonna stop calling me that?”
You snicker from behind before setting the glass on the table. “I’ve been calling you that for the past what, fifteen years? And now you’re embarrassed?”
Jungkook hesitates for a moment. “Damn, you’re old.”
“Yah!” Your jaw drops while Jungkook cracks a smile for the first time today. But his lips quickly twitch to a frown when he catches the sight of your legs in those god-forbidden jean shorts. He swears you were out to ruin shorts for him, and nothing screams wicked than a piece of clothing that put your legs on full display.
Fuck. That sent a pulse straight down his pants.
“Seriously.” He exhales, forcing his attention to his backpack. “You got to stop treating me like I’m still a brat.”
You plop down next to him, resting an elbow on the coffee table before turning to him with exaggerated bewilderment.
“A brat?” You gasp. “You mean when you used to cry to me because you couldn’t understand your homework?”
“What? That-” He huffs, calming himself. “That was one time. I was seven.”
You break into a hearty laugh, reaching your hand over to ruffle his hair. “Aigoo, still so embarrassed!”
A sudden yank at your wrist brought your laughter to an abrupt end. It took you a second to register Jungkook’s hand firmly wrapped around the same wrist that was just pointed to his hair.
Your throat dries in an instant, and somehow you find your body pulled several inches closer to his own.
“I mean it.” Jungkook’s tone fell unusually low, almost threatening. “I’m not a kid anymore.”
Your lips hung apart in what is probably shock, but there is definitely more to the sparks plowing through your system. You had to admit, like several times before, he isn’t a boy anymore. But that’s easier said than done.
He was always the little brother next door, and you were the noona who watched over him. But time made it increasingly difficult to turn a blind eye to his growth, both mentally and most definitely physically. Puberty was a wild truck that did not spare Jungkook in the least, and what was once just skin and bones are now covered in layers of hard muscles.
And you certainly have firsthand experience with his grip around you.
“Ah…I was just teasing.” You attempt to cover all traces of awkward with a smile and Jungkook finally releases you.
“Just be careful with your words.” It was his turn to smile. “Noona.”
His words fell on you like a bucket of ice water, yet your body temperature is most definitely on a climb. Perhaps you should have noticed sooner. This kid is becoming dangerous.
“Aish, I’ll go get the popcorn.” You were glad those words came out steady despite hurrying towards the kitchen. But Jungkook had already caught the tension in your posture. He almost cracked another smile at your flustered response.
But speaking of popcorn, it’s time to take his pills. Sleeping pills, that is. The fast-acting ones that easily dissolve in liquid. The exact ones where you’d freak out and rant for an hour if you ever saw him ingest them.
Ironically, it’s precisely because of you that Jungkook needs them. To put it simply, his mind becomes so overly congested with images of you that he can’t even sleep. School isn’t even a close second compared to the frustration and stress you manage to serve on his plate.
But you knew none of that.
He fished out a small white bottle from his bag and swiftly tosses a pill in the remainder of his orange juice. One pill was all he needed to doze off during the movie. But just as he’s about to take the first sip, a tiny yelp came from the kitchen.
Jungkook barges into the kitchen, only to see you holding a finger in pain.
“What happen-” He then notices the steaming bag of popcorn on a plate. “Geez, did you just burn yourself?” He was in front of you within two strides. “Let me see.”
“Ah it’s okay!” You quickly take step back. “I just touched the bag too early, no biggie.”
Jungkook’s eyes bore into yours, and that same shiver broke down your spine. You fronted with your soft grin, knowing damn well how easily Jungkook can smell your fear.
“Here.” He sighs. “I’ll pour the popcorn. You go ahead and set up the movie.”
You nod almost robotically before waltzing by as naturally as possible. But your throat dries up again, and that glass of left over orange juice is the first thing to stand out in your living room.
“Hey noona, where’s the-” Jungkook halts mid sentence right as you gulped down the last of his orange juice. You turn your head, just in time to see his eyes grow in horror.
You almost choked at the sheer intensity of his stare. Is he mad you finished his juice?
“…Kookie?” You turn your feet. “What’s wrong?”
And then it happened. Your eyes blurred, your knee drops, and the glass in your hand slips to the couch beside you.
A rough grasp around your shoulder seem to hold you in place, and from the faint scent, it was probably…
“Jungkook…?” You slur.
“Shit.” His quiet voice barely registered in your ears. He held you tightly against his chest as your breath noticeably quickens. The first thing you want to ask is what the hell is happening. Yet you couldn’t decide whether your heart is jumping at your confusion or his body heat.
Jungkook’s face twists in panic--this being the worst that could have happened. He suddenly recalls his doctor’s warnings, at how strong these pills are and how it’s never a good idea to take them unless absolutely necessary. Oh God. Now look at you. He’s got to figure something out, but now, he should probably carry you to your room first.
Your eyelids are growing heavy, but the thumping in your chest keeps pulling you out of sleep. From what you can sense, Jungkook is carrying you in his arms, and judging from the whirl of color schemes, you’re probably in your room.
“Noona…”
You felt the familiar sheets underneath you.
“Noona, can you hear me?”
You blink a few times. Finally, a clearer image of a visibly concerned Jungkook looking at you. The first thing you did was manage a smile and nod.
“What just happened?” Your voice barely a whisper.
Jungkook exhales, chewing on his lower lip as he carefully sits beside you.
“I…that…” He swallows in hesitation. “There was a sleeping pill…in the glass.”
You could be hallucinating already, but judging from the look on Jungkook’s face, his words aren’t an imagination.
“What…”
“They’re meant for me.” He rasped. “I’ve been taking those pills.”
You seriously want to spring up and shake him on the shoulders. Something’s clearly wrong with this picture. A young boy like him on sleeping pills? What the hell is school doing to him?
“It’s not what you think!” He quickly holds up both hands to soothe you. “It’s not…what you think…”
The way he slowly repeated those words threw your head into a spiral, as if it isn’t a jumbled mess already. And that only riled up your pulse. You want to question him, get him to explain exactly what he means by those words. You want to at least be able to sit up and properly look at him. But the only movement you can manage is to push a leg towards his arm.
But that wasn’t a good idea. Not for him.
Jungkook’s eyes fells to your legs. One of which touched his arm rested on his thigh. Your sudden warmth combined with the heavy sound of your breathing sent the most untimely jolt to his sudden growing hardness.
God. You looked so fucking vulnerable, yet you had nothing but concern in your eyes.
“Jungkook…” You breathe. “Tell me, why are you taking pills?”
Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat, mustering up all of his willpower to direct his eyes away from those legs.
“I-” He paused, not sure how to continue. He could easily lie. Say it’s school giving him too much pressure. But that will just make you twice as stressed and concerned than he ever will be.
“I get distracted.” He starts, eyeing the slow rise and fall of your chest. “At night.” His gaze traces along your body, until it reaches the point of contact between his arm and your leg.
He shouldn’t be doing this.
He should stop, get out, and let you sleep.
He should run back to his house and jerk off to thoughts of you while you’re safe and sound in your own room.
But he couldn’t leave.
“Noona…” Jungkook almost groaned as his fingers made contact with your ankle, gently tracing along the side of your leg and up to your thigh.
“Jungkook, what are you-” A breath clearly lodges in your throat as his hand fully sets on your skin. His palm burns against your thigh, and you fought against your eyelids to see him, a clear tent in his pants.
“Noona…please…”
His voice was gentle, yet so remorseful to the point your heart might break.
“I’m sorry noona, but I really need this.”
You couldn’t respond, and you felt him move until the bed dips and your legs carefully spread apart. There is only so much your eyes can see at the moment, but it’s clear to you that Jungkook is now kneeling before you with your legs on his sides.
“Jungkook…”
You felt stupid that his name is the only word you can utter. But heat from his hands combined with his now rugged breath is driving you one step closer to insanity. That sleeping pill only boosts the sensation pooling in your core.
Holy fuck. This can’t be happening. What even is happening?
Jungkook’s tightens his grip on your thighs, and it absolutely horrified you when a moan flew your lips.
“Jungkook-” You tried again, gasping.
His fingers gave you a quick grope before they were off. “I’m sorry noona, please…please forgive me.”
Your gaze found his hands, this time undoing the belt of his pants and pulling down his strained zipper.
You really should stop this. At least say something to point out how wrong this is. You were his noona for fuck sakes, you should be guiding him towards a healthy and happy life. But look at you now, completely sucked in by this image of an absolutely gorgeous man looking at you with pure, unadulterated lust.
That’s right, Jungkook isn’t a boy anymore. He’s a grown man.
You almost moaned again when your eyes fell onto his cock, free and erect in plain sight. God damn. He really is a grown man.
Jungkook hissed as he began stroking himself with one hand, his other finding your thigh.
“Noona, I’m sorry…” He apologized yet again. “But this is the furthest I’ll go.” He groans. “Don’t worry.”
You’re helpless to say the least. Wet and helpless. Never did you imagine becoming the object of arousal for someone who you thought only saw you as an older sister. Or at least, that’s what you’ve always assumed.
It’s frustrating, and probably fucking stupid how you’ve been denying just how attractive Jeon Jungkook really is.
“Ah…noona…” His lips hung apart, giving you those heavenly moans. “I’ve always fantasized about you.” His hand gently stroking your thigh greatly contrasts the other pumping his cock.
“Every night.” He huffs. “And it gets so bad, to the point I can’t even sleep.”
Your lips are sure to bruise later with how harsh you bit back your groan.
“I know you see me as a little brother but I can’t help it. I just can’t help but get rock hard when I think of you.”
Jungkook’s groans are getting rougher and you’re nearing you’re breaking point.
“Jungkook.” You whimper.
“Just a little longer, noona…please.”
There was a tinge of sorrow in his eyes, something you rarely see and it’s hurting you. And if you could just move, you’d pull him closer and feel him in your arms.
“Jungkook, please.” You pant, moving your hand to the hem of your shorts. “Help me.”
You dip a finger below your shorts and Jungkook’s eyes instantly widen. His pumping slowed, and his eyes looked straight into yours, searching for any signs that will dictate his next move.
You arc your back, and he understood.
The biggest smile grew on his lips and his hand made quick work of your shorts. But he was amazingly patient, slowly and carefully sliding off your garment along with your panties.
Jungkook’s voice broke into a desperate groan the moment he sees you. Perfect, wet, and glistening with arousal.
“Fuck.” He hissed, fists tightening in an attempt to hold himself in place. “Noona…I-”
“Jungkook-ah…I need you.” It was your turn to beg. “Please, hurry…”
You still couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth. But nothing really matters more than receiving your fill that is the man in front of you.
Jungkook frantically pulls out the wallet buried in his back pocket. He takes out a silver foil package, tosses the wallet elsewhere, and switches to auto pilot as he puts on the condom as quickly as possible without screwing up.
“Oh my god…noona.” He looks at you with complete bewilderment. “You’re sober right? Is this happening?”
The way he stutters almost made you giggle. For a second, you saw that adorable and clueless side to him.
Lifting a hand, you mention him closer, just enough for you to pull his face down to yours. You place a light kiss on his lips, then close in on his ear. “Make me feel good, Jungkook.”
Well fuck. That was enough to set him off.
Jungkook pressed his lips against yours, tongue pushing between your lips and into your mouth. You moan deeply, back arching as his fingers brush past your clit, diving straight into your wetness. Jungkook groaned into your mouth, easing into your warmth as you desperately clench around him.
You can tell his patience wasn’t going last, and he’s already pushed himself back to catch up his breath. He grabbed his shaft, lining his tip with your entrance and giving you last look as if you might still deny him.
But who are you kidding. No force of nature could stop you from wanting him.
“Jungkook…” You moan. “Please.”
He didn't hesitate anymore, and in one forceful push he was buried inside of you. You let out a whimper, shivering at the sudden harshness compared to how cautious he was prior.
Jungkook was in fucking heaven. You are just as he imagined. Tight, warm, and absolutely made for him. He knew he went in too hard, but his dick is already twitching.
“Shit. I’m so sorry.” He spoke through gritted teeth. “Are you okay?”
Panting is your only form of communication, because this boy is definitely much larger than you predicted. But damn, he feels amazing.
Jungkook’s eyes never left you, and didn’t dare move until you gave a small nod for him to continue.
His hands fell back onto your thighs, and began moving ever so gently for your sake.
“Fuck, noona.” He rasped. “I’ve been dreaming about this.”
Your moans gave him the confidence needed. And before you know it, his grip tightens and his pumps grew faster and harder. He could barely control fucking into you, but that coarse rhythm broke you in the most beautiful way imaginable. The way he feels inside almost made you forget you’ve once doubted this relationship.
With whatever little control left, Jungkook kept his eyes on you, simply because of how gorgeous you are. And it’s not just the sex, he’s always looked at you, admiring your qualities that made you no less than a goddess in his eyes. It’s clear his love for you was there since day one, ever since you moved in to the house next to his.
He just didn’t expect that love to grow into such a fiery desire.
Jungkook knows he’s going to fall apart any second now. But there was no way in hell he wasn’t going to make you come first.
He suddenly pulls out, not sparing a second for you to assess the sudden emptiness when his tongue licks a long stripe across your wet core. And that’s when you shriek in utter bliss and your legs fall into complete control to Jungkook’s hands. He wasted no time and skillfully swirls in tongue against the place you need him most.
You had no idea what sort of words flew out of your mouth, but in those minutes with his mouth against your heat, you wanted him to know your love for him wasn’t as innocent--you desired him as much as he wanted you.
“Oh fuck, Jungkook.” You cried. “I’m gonna come.”
With your erratic breathing, Jungkook predicted the exact moment you broke. And in the midst of your shaking orgasm, he pushed his cock right back inside. His hips moved in desperation, pumping much deeper and faster, almost furiously inside your pulsing core. Your waves of pleasure didn’t seem to end, not until Jungkook’s groans your name and gave one last harsh thrust inside you.
The room fell silent besides your shaky breaths. You suddenly want to hug him, feel his warm embrace. But alas, you couldn’t fight against the pill anymore.
The last thing you saw were his dark irises gazing into yours.
For once, Jungkook was happy he couldn’t sleep. It meant plenty of time to admire you, curled against him in only a t-shirt. And that’s precisely a look you pull of so well--innocent but so incredibly sexy.
He turns away again and reminds himself this wasn’t another one of his wet dreams. But fresh images of you twisting in bliss only encouraged the painful erection that still didn’t go away. A part of him itched to call your name, check to see if you’re awake and perhaps help him a little. But that was a selfish thought. He clearly knows he won’t get enough of you even if you grant him relief.
That scared him a little. Never did he realize how deeply rooted his attachment to you was. During those sleepless nights, he’d pray you’d one day see him in a different light. But his efforts proved futile. He did try looking at other girls, especially the ones who’d jump on him in a heartbeat. But no one charms his mind than you in your plain t-shirt and shorts. So this whole thing with you two fucking definitely still feels like either a sweet dream or a sick joke.
Jungkook sighs, reaching for his member that stands so persistently in his hand. He knows he could easily rub one out, with your sleeping body serving as eye candy. But he should at least go to the bathroom for that, in case he wakes you.
Right as he propped himself on one arm, you stirred, promptly rolling yourself on his other arm.
Shit.
“Hmm…Jungkook?”
His eyes flew down quicker than his stomach could twist.
“Noona?” He tried carefully, not sure if you were just sleep talking.
But you weren’t, and within a few seconds you were staring right back at him.
“Are you uncomfortable?” You wasted no time addressing the issue at hand. The sheet tented so painfully that you overlooked how embarrassing this must be for Jungkook.
He was caught in a complete daze while your hand found his pulsing length. Sure, you were still a bit groggy but that doesn't mean passing up the chance to tease him.
“Look at you,” You smile, a little mischievously. “Like this already?”
Jungkook’s chest starts to heave yet he manages to slip back down. “I guess it’s what happens when you’re around.”
You stroke him a few times before carefully moving yourself to stradle him.
“Did you…want me to help?”
Jungkook didn’t say a word. Only his eyes linger so deeply into yours, trying to decode the teasing in your gaze. There’s also hesitation, interestingly, on his part.
“Look…noona,” He sighs. “I’m not just some horny brat, this isn’t what this is about.”
“Try saying that without your dick pressed against my ass.” You smirk. But you understood. From the tone of his voice, this unusually sentiment is enough for you to trust him.
“How long?” You diverge, “Since when did you realize you liked me?”
The concern in his gaze didn’t budge, but his grip on your thigh tightens. “Since you moved in next door.”
That adorable straightforwardness made you want to gush. “And the fantasies?” You add.
“Since I discovered how to jack off.”
You felt the pool of wetness reach your heating core. And no doubt, Jungkook felt your muscles tighten. That’s the encouragement he wanted, and he pushes himself up to meet you at eye level.
“Wanna watch?” He smirks, this time without a trace of hesitation.
If only the pills didn’t mess with your limbs, you’d pounce on him and wipe that little cocky smirk right off. But there are plenty of ways to show him who's the wiser.
“Only if you fuck me first.” You whisper.
It was Jungkook’s turn to waver but he held his stance. He draws closer until his lips barely graze yours.
“My pleasure, noona.”
A/N: NGL this is really just smut practice and the prompt fits Jungkook so it happened. Super sorry if it's gross omg I already cringed 100000times.
that wonho story,,omg it was literally AMAZING!!!! the sexual tension, the way you write omg it was sooo good i enjoyed reading it sooo much and i really hope that you can write more wonho stories in the future 😍😍 the plot the tension everything was just soo goood i was so into reading that which didnt happen for a long time now its just that good please write more wonho stories 😇
thank you!!! that’s so nice of you to say such wonderful things (I don’t deserve them :’))))))) I’m glad you enjoyed it <3
I agree with the anon requesting for a Shownu version similar to that of Wonho's Wanted. It's not a demand though. Just letting you know that there are people here who would wait for and read your works!! I love them!! ❤️❤️
thank you!!! It’s just really unfair to you guys as readers because I write on impulse and when I’m not inspired I disappear for a long time w/o publishing anything :( sorry~~~~
Hello! Can I have a wonho smut where it's your first time! Thank you!
Hi :) I’m not sure about first time, but if I work on a bonus for my Wanted series, it’ll probably be smut (I hope you understand, I’m really bad with requests)
