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Dissonance (Part 4) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (f) ft. Jimin

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Genre/Tags: coworker!JK, enemies to lovers, smutttttt, slow burn (ish?), ANGST

Word Count: 8324

Synopsis: Why hadn’t he kissed you? The question plagued Jungkook’s mind, especially after Jimin’s phone call. He wanted to talk to you about it, but you were trying to avoid him at all costs— too embarrassed by your vulnerability the night before. Despite your best efforts, Jungkook was persistent and refused to leave you alone before clearing up the air. But the more you two tried to clear things up, the muddier they seemed to get.

Note: ITS LATE BUT ITS HEREEEE. I struggled to figure out how I wanted this to play out bc I planned to end the story in 3 chapters 😭 butttt yall wanted it to keep going so it’s going!! a teeny bit of smut in this one, but mostly plot bc we need the angst. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and please let me know your thoughts/suggestions in the comments!! I love you and thanks for reading my work <3

You struggled to open your eyes as the ringing of your doorbell pounded in your head. With a begrudging groan, you tried to sit up only to be struck with a blinding head rush. It took you a few seconds to reorient yourself, the only thing running through your mind was regret at drinking so much the night before. Whoever was at your door didn’t seem to let up, ringing the bell once more. The sun wasn’t even out yet; who the fuck could be bothering you at this hour? You sighed, feeling like you were going to throw up the moment you tried to get up. As you worked up the courage to get out of bed, the events of last night hit you like a ton of bricks. Oh fuck, Jimin. Your head whipped over to the other side of the bed. Empty. You had a vague memory of him briefly waking you up to say goodbye at some point, but you had no idea how long ago that was. With another ring of the doorbell, you finally got up and made your way to the door, consciously pushing down the vomit that threatened to come up. A quick peek through your peephole revealed a rather tired looking Jungkook standing on the other side of your door. You groaned to yourself, letting your head fall against the door with a small thump as you remembered your interaction with him. You reluctantly opened the door.

“Oh…hey,” Jungkook greeted, seemingly surprised that you’d opened the door.

“Jungkook what’re you doing here?” You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose as your voice boomed in your own head. You were way too tired and hungover to beat around the bush. Jungkook took in your disheveled appearance before turning away.

“Your dress…” he said, awkwardly clearing his throat. You scowled in confusion before looking down to find your dress bunched up around your waist, leaving your panties on full display. You didn’t even have the energy to be embarrassed.

“Nothing you haven’t seen before,” you mumbled as you yanked it back down. Jungkook scoffed, his gaze falling back on you, catching a glimpse of your panties. Any other day and his cock would’ve been rock hard already, but now all he could think of was Jimin taking your panties off of you. He winced slightly. “Are you gonna answer my question or what?” You snapped. Jungkook tried to push aside the torrent of emotions going through him so he could have a normal conversation. Although, after everything that had happened between you two, he wasn’t sure that was even possible.

“Just came by to see if you were okay,” he said, “You seemed really out of it last night.”

“Seriously?” You asked, not convinced that that was the reason he was standing at your front door. “You haven’t talked to me properly in weeks and I think we established last night that we’re fuck buddies at most...if even that.”

“When the fuck did we establish that?” He snapped, irritation crawling up his throat quickly.

“You’re kidding, right?” You scoffed, stepping into your apartment again, desperately needing to sit down as all your senses felt overwhelmed - not to mention this nonsense on top of it all. “You hungover too? Memory loss?”

Jungkook followed you into your apartment, shutting the door behind him. He watched as you sat down on the couch, dropping your head into your hands as you spoke. He was going to retort but then his eyes caught onto the mess on your coffee table; the contents of your bag from last night scattered. Including your phone. His eyes darkened as the realization hit him— this was probably where you and Jimin were when he’d called you last night. He couldn’t stop himself from picturing it; Jimin laying on top of you on the couch, touching you all over, kissing you.

“Is Jimin still here?” He asked bluntly, too irritated to continue beating around the bush.

“That’s what this is about?” you scoffed. “No, he isn’t.”

Jungkook didn’t know if he felt relieved or even more annoyed. What would he have done if Jimin was still there?

“Do you remember answering my call last night?”

“You called? Why?” You asked, looking up at him in confusion. Jungkook sighed. He’d already figured it was Jimin who’d answered his call, just to piss him off.

“Nevermind,” he answered shortly. The atmosphere was tense and awkward.

“Why are you here Jungkook?” You questioned again, voice strained with exhaustion. “Do you get this involved with every girl you sleep with? Lie and tell them that you can’t stop thinking about them, flirt with other girls, and show up at their door the next morning?”

Jungkook couldn’t help but wince at your words, fighting the urge to snarl. How did you manage to twist everything that he did into something bad? But he shook his head clear, knowing that this wasn’t the time to argue.

“It’s 7:15, shouldn’t you be getting ready for work instead of yelling at me?” Your head snapped up, taking in his attire. Sure enough, he was dressed for work. Oh fuck. That's why Jimin had left early too, you'd just been too tired to actually listen to him.

“Fuck me, I forgot it wasn’t the weekend,” you groaned, getting up quickly— the churning of your stomach making you regret the movement instantly.

“Want a ride?” He asked, already expecting your answer. You nodded reluctantly, knowing there was no way you’d make it to work on time otherwise. Jungkook took a seat as you rushed back into your bedroom, rushing to get ready despite the horrendous hangover that threatened to take you out. He sat for a few moments, but couldn't stop staring at the couch and picturing you and Jimin together. It made him feel sick. So he got up, instead busying himself with familiarizing himself around your kitchen so he could make you a coffee that you were going to need. When you finally came out of your room, looking way more put together than you actually felt inside, Jungkook was leaning against your kitchen counter, scrolling through his phone. Next to him was your bag in which he'd gathered your belongings and a tumbler with steam puffing out of the top.

"Coffee," he answered your silent question. "And there's some pain killers in your bag— for your headache." You were slightly taken aback by how nice he was being. What was he up to? Nevertheless, you took your bag and coffee, offering him a soft thank you. He simply nodded at you, putting his shoes back on and stepping out of your apartment. You followed suit, locking your door before heading towards the elevators. There was that awkwardness again. The elevator ride down was silent, the small space feeling stuffy with unspoken questions. Jungkook contemplated asking you about Jimin. He had so many questions, none of them which were appropriate— the first and foremost question being whether you had slept with him or not. But he was well aware that he was in no position to ask you about that and it would probably only ruin both of your days.

Meanwhile, you were stuck wondering what the hell Jungkook was doing there. What was he getting out of this? Why was he suddenly being nice to you again? Neither of you wanted to ask the questions that plagued your minds, leading to an uncomfortable silence between you two as you sat in his car. So lost in your thoughts, you patiently sat in the passenger's seat, forgetting to put your seat belt on. Jungkook waited a moment, thinking you'd get to it, but realized you were spacing. He sighed, reaching over the centre console from his seat to pull your seatbelt. His sudden proximity shook you out of your thoughts. Jungkook moved deliberately slow, his gaze observing you as his face was mere inches from yours. He couldn't help but notice your slightly bruised lips, still a little red around the edges— no doubt from kissing Jimin. It irritated him. You couldn't help yourself either, held captive by the intensity and conflict in his eyes. He slowly dragged the seatbelt out, across your chest.

"Y/n...," he started in a hoarse whisper, "last night...you asked me why I haven't kissed you..."

The words snapped you back to reality. You winced, turning away from him and looking out the window instead. Much to your dismay, you remembered everything you'd said to him the night before. It would've been so much easier if you'd just forgotten. You'd exposed your vulnerable side to him; something you'd sworn never to do. You felt even more embarrassed knowing that he knew what you were thinking about.

"We should get going or we'll be late to work," you deflected quietly. When you refused to look back at him, he decided to let the topic go for now. Besides, you were right; you had to get going. Jungkook finished buckling your seatbelt before peeling off. The car ride was also silent, but you were thankful because the alternative - talking about what you'd said - was humiliating. The second he pulled into the work parking lot, you mumbled a thank you and practically leaped out of the car. Jungkook watched you speed walk away, frustration coursing through his veins. He tried to justify your behaviour— it would be best if you two didn't walk into work together anyways.

Once you were settled at your desk, you quickly grabbed the pain killers out of your bag and washed two pills down with the coffee Jungkook had made for you. You head was pounding— from your hangover, the entire interaction with Jungkook, and the thought of having to get through the rest of the work day.

"There you are," Jimin called, approaching your desk with a smile. He certainly seemed better off than you were. Was he not hungover at all? "I texted you earlier to check in but you didn't answer." Your brows furrowed as you dug your phone out of your bag. Dead.

"Guess it didn't make it through the night," you answered, reaching for your charger to plug it in.

"How're you feeling? I wasn't sure you would wake up for work today. You were...exhausted." The slight amusement in his voice made you scoff.

"I almost didn't. I'm feeling...okay. Definitely a bit hungover," you whispered. "You look perfectly fine though. You must have a high tolerance or something." Jimin chuckled at your comment.

"I'm just better at hiding it than you," he smirked. You couldn't help but smile, his lighthearted nature bringing your mood up.

"Listen...about last night—" you began, but he interrupted you. He leaned in close, making sure no one was watching first.

"Shh...did you have fun?" he whispered, a playful glint in his eyes. You nodded. "Did you feel good? Because I definitely did."

"I did...really, really good," you answered. Jimin smirked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

"I was a pretty good distraction, don't ya think?" You laughed in slight disbelief, surprised at how easily he was handling this. It was exactly what you needed.

"The best I could've asked for," you quipped. He pulled back, a satisfied smile adorning his lips. He understood what your relationship was and he was more than happy just staying friends as well.

"Well then, I did my job. Let me know if you ever need another...distraction," he offered cheekily, making you laugh.

"Will do, thanks Jimin," you said genuinely. He shot you a wink as he returned back to his own work. A sense of relief you didn’t know you needed flooded your body as he walked away. Not that you had much time to think about it when you woke up, but part of you was worried that Jimin would be expecting something more from you like more sex or a closer friendship perhaps? But he stuck to his word; he really was okay just being a temporary distraction for you. Your mind wandered off, going back to what Jungkook had said. The embarrassment made you wince again. Never mind— maybe you didn’t want to think about it more. Instead, you focused on pretending you weren’t hungover and were doing your work. As lunch time rolled around, you found yourself standing next to Jimin amongst your coworkers, laughing about something stupid.

Jungkook was there too, but chatting with some other people and far away enough that you weren’t really thinking about him. He was burning up inside. You and Jimin were acting far too casual and friendly with each other. Did that mean you were into Jimin? He was obviously into you. Did you guys just have a one night stand or was it something more? Were you guys dating now? The questions were eating him alive. He needed to know. Because what if…what if you were done with him now? The thought alone made his stomach churn. Jimin didn’t miss the way Jungkook kept glaring at him. He almost felt bad for him— mostly just satisfied that he’d successfully pissed him off— but also a little bad. Clearly whatever was going on between you and Jungkook was far too complicated for him to step into. It was obvious that Jungkook had something to say and Jimin almost felt obligated to let him. After all, he’d provoked him on purpose. As lunch hour came to an end, people slowly trickled out - including you - while Jimin hung around, fully expecting Jungkook to approach him. Eventually it was just the two of them left in the room. Jimin poured himself another cup of coffee.

“Want one?”

“No…thanks,” Jungkook scoffed. He wanted to grab Jimin by the collar and tell him to stay the fuck away from you. But obviously he couldn’t do that. What right did he have to do that anyways? It’s not like he was dating you. Jimin shrugged, leaning against a counter as he sipped his coffee. “Why did you answer my phone call to Y/n last night?”

“How do you know it wasn’t Y/n who answered it?” Jimin asked, raising a brow. He was fighting off a smirk, not wanting to provoke Jungkook more. Jungkook’s jaw clenched. Did he think he was stupid?

“Because she had no idea I’d even called her,” he grit through his teeth. Jimin’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “So why the fuck did you answer my call?”

“Just wanted to make it clear that Y/n was busy,” Jimin answered, peering over the rim of his mug. Jungkook desperately fought the urge to sock him at that comment. Despite not wanting to get between you two, Jimin’s ego inflated as he saw how rattled Jungkook was. “You got the hint pretty quick, so I think it worked. If you’d listened any longer I would’ve thought you were a masochist or something.”

“Watch your fucking mouth,” Jungkook seethed, keeping his voice low. “I was checking in on her. I didn’t need to hear you…” he trailed off, his eye twitching.

“Hear me what? Kissing her?” Jungkook winced as he hit the soft spot. “Or no, the worst was probably hearing her beg for me, right? She beg like that for you?” Jungkook nearly lost his mind— it took every bit of his willpower to keep calm.

“I don’t share our private moments with others,” he spat. “Why are you getting in our business Jimin?”

"Maybe I'm just tired of seeing Y/n suffer because of you," Jimin shrugged, purposefully stirring the pot. Jungkook didn't like that answer— his lips curling into a snarl. Sensing that this conversation was getting too heated for the workplace, Jimin decided to back down a little. "Look," he sighed, "I'm not interested in getting in between you two. I like Y/n, we're good friends. But whatever the hell is going on between you is clearly toxic."

"Toxic?" Jungkook repeated with disbelief. What the fuck did he know about your relationship to call it toxic? Jimin rolled his eyes.

"Fine, call it hot and cold if not toxic," he corrected himself. "Y/n hasn't told me anything, but it's clear that you guys are fighting or ignoring each other more often than not."

"And? That's between me and Y/n," Jungkook defended himself. But the gears in his mind were spinning. It was true. Maybe you two were hot and cold but did that have to be a bad thing? In spite of how much you got on his nerves, some part of him loved bickering with you.

"Sure, but she nearly drowned herself in drinks last night just to stop thinking about you for a while." A twisted thrill went through Jungkook which was quickly replaced with concern. He liked that he occupied that much of your mind, but it obviously wasn't in a good way anymore. He took a step back. Jimin watched as his words finally began sinking in. "Whatever you're doing isn't working the way you want it to work."

"Are you seriously giving me advice right now?"

"I guess I am," Jimin chuckled, the irony of the situation settling in. "But don't get it twisted, Y/n knows she can come to me whenever she wants for whatever she needs." His eyes glimmered with challenge. Jungkook winced in disgust at the thought. As he finished the last bit of his coffee, Jimin placed his mug in the sink, taking that as his cue to get back to work. As he walked past Jungkook, he paused for a second. "She doesn't think about you when she's with me...so if I were you, I'd be more careful how I treat her," he taunted, a satisfied smirk across his lips knowing that he'd successfully got under Jungkook's skin. And with that, he was walking back to his desk. Jungkook was left standing there, blood boiling. The worst part was that Jimin was right. His words rang in Jungkook's mind, forcing him to face the thoughts and feelings he'd been avoiding for weeks.

The remaining 4 hours of work felt like agony, for you and Jungkook. Although your hangover was fading— very, very slowly— you still felt like shit. You couldn't stomach anything besides coffee and the nausea was distracting you from actually getting any work done. Meanwhile, Jungkook was battling with his own thoughts. After talking to Jimin, one thing was clear; you'd slept with him. The thought made his stomach churn. It was hard to get the image of Jimin touching you, kissing you, hearing your pretty moans out of his head. Why did he care? He had no right to police what or who you did. At best, you were fuck buddies - as you'd declared earlier. Hell, you barely liked him to start with. Then why did he want to keep you all to himself? Jungkook sighed, dropping his head into his hands at his desk. Jimin's warning repeated in his mind and he knew he had to do something if he didn't want you running back to him.

The thing that he kept coming back to was the kissing. Why hadn't he kissed you yet? He recalled your first altercation in the bar bathroom. He remembered the way your skin felt under his touch, your breathy words, what it felt like to be balls-deep in your throat— he shook his head clear. He also remembered how angry he was finding out that you'd been treating him like shit just because you were jealous. He remembered feeling hurt at the way you insisted that no one could find out about you two— how repulsed you seemed by your attraction to him. Essentially, you'd made it clear that you were ashamed of being into him. He'd just been so annoyed with you then that he hadn't kissed you. Your next altercation was even worse in that sense; he'd been more upset with you after you started that rumour about him. So both times, whether it was on purpose or not he wasn't sure, but he hadn't kissed you.

But when he was in your apartment, he'd wanted to kiss you. With you pinned to your kitchen counter, the way you looked at him as he confessed to how much he wanted you...his mind was screaming at him to just kiss you. But as the words were pouring out of his mouth, he'd realized how real the conversation was getting— how real his own feelings were getting. In that moment, kissing you would've meant more than just a kiss to him and he didn't want that. It was clear that you didn't want anything with him and he never got attached to the women he slept with. So why did kissing you feel so intimate? Too intimate. Jungkook's head pounded as his thoughts consumed him— his own hangover still prominent despite how well he'd hidden it.

He thought back to the words you'd said. "You touch me, everywhere...but you won't kiss me. Because you can't stand the thought, you can't enjoy kissing someone you don't like, right?" Knowing that you thought he actually hated you annoyed him. How could you think that when you occupied his mind more days than not? But it's not like you would know that when he was ignoring you for a majority of the time. It was frustrating. He was mad at you, he wanted to be mad at you. But then you would do or say something and all he wanted was to fuck you till you shut up— till all you could do was scream his name. It was more than that though, he wanted more. He wanted to kiss you, to feel you in his hands, to taste you, to hear you. He wanted everything. It was harder to tell what you wanted from him, especially since everything he did seemed to piss you off more. In spite of all his reasons for not kissing you, he understood why you were upset by it. It was the same reason he was upset with you at how disgusted you seemed by him. He groaned, running a hand over his face. He knew he had to clear this up or there was a good chance you wouldn't speak to him again— even if it was out of sheer embarrassment.

After what felt like the longest work day of your lives, you began gathering your things. All you could think about was going home, soaking in the bathtub for a while, and ordering some takeout to wipe out your hangover. As you stood up, you saw Jungkook approaching you. Shit, not now. You put your head down, pretending you didn't see him as you tried to make your way to the exit. But he wasn't going to make this easy. He stood right in your path, almost causing you to bump into his chest.

"You're in a rush," he deadpanned, his expression lacking amusement.

"Just wanna get home quickly," you grumbled.

"Let me drive you home," he said softly, sensing your avoidance. He felt the frustration climbing up his throat but he pushed it down so he wouldn't push you away further. "It'll be quicker?" He tried to justify. You sighed.

"Fine," you agreed, your bath beckoning you from home. Jungkook nodded, leading the way to the parking garage. By then, the parking lot was nearly empty; everyone else had already left. As you got off the elevator, you strode ahead of Jungkook in a rush to get to the car. He followed you to his car, but slowed down and stopped as you approached it. Noticing the fading of his footsteps, you stopped too. You turned around, giving him a questioning look.

"You can't keep running from me," he said, his hands shoved in his pockets as he cocked his head to the side to observe your reaction. Your expression morphed into one of annoyance. He stepped closer to you. "You'll have to talk to me eventually."

"Or you could just drive me home and we can call it a day— because, trust me, it's been a long day."

"I'm not going to pretend you didn't ask me what you asked me." Your face scrunched as you cringed at the memory. Why couldn't he just let this go? You turned around, trying to open the back door of his car to escape this conversation. But it was locked. You gave him an expectant look.

"I'm not unlocking the car until you talk to me," he shrugged. "Also what am I? Your Uber? Why would you sit in the back seat?"

"So I don't have to look at you or talk to you," you retorted, readjusting your bag on your shoulder. "Fine. I'll go home myself then." You tried to walk past him, back to the elevators, but he stepped in front of you.

"Also not an option," he said matter-of-factly. You stepped the other way, but he just followed, blocking your way.

"Are you serious?" You scoffed in disbelief. He just looked down at you with a straight face. Sighing loudly, you tried to side step him but he was much faster than you, blocking your way again. You threw your hands up in defeat. "Fine! You wanna talk? Then fucking talk. And make it quick because I don't want anyone hearing this because we're still in our workplace," you emphasized. The irritation and anger in your voice was clear and it evoked a reaction from Jungkook. He quickly shoved it down again. You stepped back, leaning against his car with your arms crossed. Jungkook stayed where he was.

"Do you really think I hate you?" he asked. Your expression faltered, not expecting that right off the bat.

"Don't you?"

"No. I don't," he clarified. "You piss me off, get on my every last nerve, treat me like absolute shit. But I don't hate you. I thought I made that clear when I was in your apartment that day." Your eye twitched as his words pissed you off more.

"You said a lot that day, but it was all bullshit," you spat, watching him fight back his irritation. "You said you couldn't stop thinking about me, but you ignored me for weeks. And—" you cut yourself off before you embarrassed yourself further. Jungkook finally took a step closer.

"I ignored you because I was pissed at you. Don't you think I had the right to be after what you did?" he asked, the annoyance creeping into his words.

"Yeah, whatever. You already said that..." You rolled your eyes, looking away.

"I did. So that's not what's bothering you, is it? Why are you so fucking mad? Why do you think I was lying?" His voice lowering as he took another step closer.

"Because!" you snapped, unable to hold back the raw emotion in the one word. "Because...it's obvious that I'm just another woman you fuck...you don't think anything more of me, so I don't know why you're lying to me." Your heart raced as the words left your mouth. A panic was slowly settling in your chest as you realized how vulnerable you'd left yourself. Fuck it; he was the one that wanted to talk so he had to hear this now.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Jungkook winced.

"It's like you don't even respect me as a person," you scoffed, exasperated. Jungkook looked taken aback and confused. He stepped closer, now right in front of you as he reached out to hold you by the arms.

"You know that's not true Y/n," he said. His brows were furrowed, eyes filled with concern and hurt. It made you feel stupid, like you were making this shit up. You had to look away.

"After leaving me in the bar bathroom, you went back to her Jungkook," you admitted softly, feeling a lump in your throat. Jungkook's brows furrowed further. With a deep breath, you found the courage to meet his gaze again. "How do you think I felt seeing you flirt with that girl, whispering in her ear, making her giggle, after I sucked your dick in a dirty fucking bathroom?" You spat. Jungkook grimaced as your words sunk in. Oh shit, he'd forgotten about that. He'd been so angry with you that he just wanted to get you off of his mind and he used that girl to do it. Fuck, he shouldn't have done that.

"Y/n I—" he began explaining himself, but you cut him off.

"And last night, I...I told you what I was thinking, how I was feeling for once and not even five minutes later, you were dancing with some other girl." Fuck you hated feeling so exposed. You hated talking about your feelings, you hated all of this. "You've made me just like one of those girls," you sighed in disgust. "I'm just an easy fuck like all the other women, right?" Jungkook was left speechless, a fury of emotions whirling through him.

"And the cherry on top of all of it is that you don't even like me like the other girls," you laughed dryly. "You kiss the other girls you sleep with, don't you? But you won't kiss me..." Part of you felt relieved at finally getting all of it out there, but a bigger part of you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. You were here baring your soul to him and he probably didn't care. He probably thought you were embarrassing yourself. The entire parking garage was silent for a few moments as Jungkook tried to gather his thoughts and find his words again. Your heart pounded in your ears and you felt like you could throw up. "Did you fuck those girls?" your voice was barely audible but Jungkook heard you.

"No!" he answered, almost bewildered by your question. "No, I didn't fucking sleep with them." He ran a hand through his hair trying to collect himself. He wanted to say that even if he had, it wasn't any of your business. After all, you'd slept with Jimin. But he understood that the timing of both of those interactions were horrendous. Sure he was pissed at you, but he should've been more considerate, more aware. He looked down at you, trying to decipher your thoughts by the expression on your face.

"I wasn't lying when I said that I can't stop thinking about you," he muttered, pressing you against his car as his hands caged you in. "No matter how hard I try to stop, I can't stop thinking about eating your sweet pussy, about how wet you get for me, the effect I have on you." The hoarseness of his voice made you gulp, but you almost felt insulted by his words. Did he seriously think this was going to work again?

"Fuck you Jungkook," you cursed, your vulnerability quickly being replaced with anger again.

"I'm being fucking serious," he growled. "Do you even know what you do to me? No one else makes me so fucking angry and so fucking hard at the same time." Your breath hitched. No, you couldn't buckle like this again. Despite the filthiness of his words, Jungkook wasn't trying to arouse you. He was trying to be honest, to make you understand. "Those panties of yours that I took, you have no idea how many times I jerked off using them— how many times I came in them. I feel like I can't fucking control myself when it comes to you."

Now it was Jungkook's turn to feel vulnerable. His jaw clenched in frustration as he saw the slight confusion in your face— your eyes flickering between his as if trying to find answers in them. "You think I feel that way with every woman I'm with?" he gritted out. The question made your stomach flip.

"Jungkook, what're you trying to say?" The breathlessness of your voice combined with the way you looked at him all wide-eyed and innocent— fuck, he really wanted to kiss you. But he was at his limit of vulnerability; he couldn't answer your question, hell he could barely even connect the dots for himself. His hand came down to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear gently, his features softening.

"I respect you Y/n," he spoke softly. "I might say a lot of things when we...you know. But I do respect you." You found amusement in the fact that he was suddenly feeling too shy to be vulgar. "You're smart, a hard worker, you're not afraid to speak your mind, you're...infuriating, but that might just be to me," he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood a little before the tension drowned you both. You couldn't help but scoff at his stupid joke. "Believe me, I respect you."

You hated how his words were affecting you so quickly. Why was this attractive too? You seriously needed your head checked— you were starting to find everything he did attractive. More concerningly, you were missing how he didn't answer you properly. But your mind was too preoccupied with processing what he'd told you. And it went blank as his hand cupped your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. His gaze was intense but not in the way it usually was. Normally, he looked at you like a predator hunting its prey. But now? Now he seemed almost nervous— his breathing was heavy and his eyes were soft despite the dark glint in them.

"That was really stupid of me; I shouldn’t have done that," he started, voice low as his eyes flitted between your eyes and lips. He didn’t elaborate much further on the topic, knowing it wasn’t the time to explain his side. Right now he needed to make sure you knew how much he wanted you, craved you. Besides, he couldn’t think about anything other than kissing you. “I was stupid,” he whispered, leaning in, “I’m sorry.” You could see the way his gaze moved from your eyes to your lips. It sent a dark thrill down your spine. Jungkook was never this soft or gentle. Maybe you really did have some kind of effect on him.

“Yeah, you’re fucking stupid,” you agreed, your breath mingling with his now. His free hand slid down to your waist, forcing you to arch your back as he pulled you flush against his body. He hummed in agreement, unable to look away from your lips. Your pulse raced as he triggered your fight or flight response with the sudden intimacy.

"Y/n," he breathed, "I wanna kiss you." You inhaled sharply at the straightforward words. As much as you wanted the same, you couldn't give in to him so easily. He couldn't just keep getting whatever he wanted without putting in the proper effort. A simple apology wasn't nearly enough.

"Now you wanna kiss me?" The bitterness seeped through your voice.

"I've wanted to kiss you long before last night."

"Then why haven't you?" He couldn't tell you why. The only reason he was even letting himself do this now was to convince himself that it didn’t mean anything— that kissing you wouldn’t affect him, it wasn’t too intimate. He could be normal about this.

"Just let me kiss you," he said softly, his own breathing ragged as the intensity of the moment got to him. If there was one thing he knew how to do, it was distract you. And you were going to let him, but not without consequence.

"You wanna kiss me? Then ask me," you demanded. There was a glint of mischief shining in your eyes as you challenged him, already planning on using his tactics against him. It was about time he got a taste of his own medicine.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked as you'd requested.

"I'm not convinced that you really want to," you taunted. He finally dragged his gaze back to your eyes, immediately becoming wary of the look in them. But he decided to play along anyways.

"I really wanna kiss you. Please, let me kiss you Y/n." His voice came out strained, like it was hard for him to admit it. For a second, you considered accepting his response, but then you remembered just how much he teased you till you said what he wanted to hear. And just like that, his response fell too short.

"Come on, you can do better than that Jungkook," you teased condescendingly as you threw the same words he'd said to you back at him. "Tell me how badly you want to kiss me. Beg me."

Jungkook's jaw clenched in annoyance, realizing what you were doing. It wasn't in his nature to beg and every instinct in him screamed at him to just crush his mouth to yours to shut you up. But he couldn't, not this time. This was the only way you'd believe that he wasn't lying about you monopolizing his mind. His hand slid from your face back into your hair, pulling you even closer to him— his lips brushing against yours. Your breath caught in your throat, thinking he was just going to kiss you anyways. But he didn't. He closed his eyes for a second, letting out a shaky, frustrated sigh before opening them again. You could see the irritation swirling in them, but now it was mixed with a desperation.

"Please," he growled, "I wanna taste you, feel the heat of your mouth." A rush of arousal went through you at his pleading tone. "I wanna kiss your lips, your neck, your tits, your pussy, everything." The more he spoke, the more desperate he sounded— like he was unravelling. His eyes darkened. "I need to hear you whimper and moan while I make a mess out of you, just from kissing you." You gulped. Who knew he sounded this good begging?

"So please, please just let me fucking kiss you Y/n," he groaned. Much to your surprise, you felt his cock twitch against you, already growing hard. Holy shit. Did he fucking like this? "Even if it's just one kiss, please. Just one little kiss..." he begged, breathing heavily. And just like that, all your reservations were gone and your panties were soaked. How could you say no to that?

"Fine," you agreed. There was a momentary pause as it hit you both: you were going to kiss for the first time. With a soft growl, Jungkook pulled you closer, capturing your lips with his own. You felt like the breath was knocked out of you as his lips touched yours, igniting a fire within you. He kissed you gently which gave you butterflies. But you could sense the hunger he was holding back and that's what you wanted to feel. You slid your hands up his chest before looping them behind his neck, pulling him in to deepen the kiss. Jungkook groaned, his cock now rock hard and digging into your stomach. He wanted to devour you, eat you whole. Your lips were so soft, the flavour of your lipgloss drawing him in further. You gasped as he bit your bottom lip and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. He let out a ragged sigh, feeling like he was on the brink of losing control. You didn't even put up a fight as his tongue skillfully worked against yours, letting him control the kiss. God, you tasted so fucking sweet. He was fucked. Now that he'd kissed you, he knew there was no going back. He couldn’t be normal about this. As the seconds passed, he kissed you harder, rougher, with need. You felt dazed, completely lost in him. Even as he was running out of breath, Jungkook couldn't stop. He needed more. Finally, when your lungs burned in a cry for air, you pulled back— gasping for a breath. Jungkook's chest heaved but he gave you approximately 10 seconds before he was leaning to kiss you again. You turned your head away, denying him. His brows furrowed, pupils blown out, heavy with lust. You cocked a brow teasingly.

"You asked for one little kiss," you reminded him, "I even let you have a big one instead." Jungkook scowled at the way you purposefully provoked him. He wanted to give you some control but his patience was wearing thin. "You aren't satisfied?" And that was his last straw.

"Shut up," he cursed before crashing his lips to yours again, not holding back as he made out with you. You grunted, a little irritated, but your own desire drowned out everything else. "No I'm not fucking satisfied," he growled into your mouth. His hips subconsciously ground against yours, pressing you harder against his car behind you. His hand tightened in your hair, pulling your head back further as he kissed you sloppily. Your body wasn't listening to your mind— which was screaming at you to push him away, to stop this now. How much bullshit were you willing to take from him? He devoured you with a hunger so deep you would've thought he was starved for touch. Did he kiss every girl like this? The ding of the elevator and the sound of distant chatter tore you from the intense moment. Jungkook was too lost in you to notice, so you pulled away for him, breathing ragged. He frowned, shooting you a displeased look.

"There's people coming," you warned. He scowled, finally tuning into the sounds of conversation that echoed through the empty parking garage. With one swift movement, he spun you around— unlocking his car and pulling you into the backseat with him. You yelped as he moved you around with ease, closing the car door behind you before you even processed what was happening. He yanked you onto his lap, maneuvering you so that you were straddling him. You held onto his shoulders to stabilize yourself.

"Jungkook what the hell?!" you whisper yelled at him, still hyperaware of your coworkers that were passing through. Jungkook rolled his eyes at your concern.

"My windows are tinted. It's not like anyone can see anything," he answered your silent question. His hands squeezed at your waist, practically engulfing you as they itched to touch you more. A dark thrill crawled up your throat as he looked up at you so wantonly.

"You're such an asshole," you sneered. Jungkook just groaned, pulling you in for another kiss.

"Yeah?" he mumbled against your lips, rocking his hips up into you. You couldn't hold back the resulting moan— his mocking tone getting on your nerves.

"You say I treat you like shit," you spoke between breaths, "but you treat me like shit too. It took you all this just to kiss me." Jungkook didn't stop kissing you, letting you complain into his mouth. "You've been treating me like some street whore."

"But you love it, don't you? You're turn into such a good little slut for me," he provoked, pulling you closer to him, your tongues making lewd sounds.

"Fuck you. I fucking hate you Jungkook," you snarled. He simply growled in response, his hips rocking up again. "You're a real douchebag." Your words dripped with venom as you channeled your anger into kissing him aggressively.

"Yeah? You hate me Y/n?" He mocked— he was just begging for more insults. He wanted you to get out all your frustrations, especially since they sounded so much better while you were kissing him.

"You're a pervert. A fucking manwhore," you kept going. "Just have to fuck anything that moves, hm?" His mouth was overwhelming you, forcing you to pull away to collect yourself. But he wasn't going to go that easy on you now. As you caught your breath, his lips pressed against the sensitive skin of your neck. You let out a drawn out moan, squeezing your eyes shut as his hot tongue licked against your pulse before biting and sucking. "You're fucking insufferable. Always thinking with your dick— fuck how I feel, right?" He growled angrily against your neck, warning you to watch what you were saying. Your neck craned in the opposite direction, shamelessly indicating that you wanted more. "You call me needy, but you got hard begging for a little kiss from me. Do you get that desperate for every woman you fuck?"

"No, I don't," he grumbled into your neck, accepting your invitation to nip along the skin. The simple answer only added to the heat between your legs. He sunk his teeth into you to muffle his groan as you ground down against his painfully hard cock.

"I should keep doing that— make you beg, over and over; humiliate you the way you consistently humiliate me." Your each and every word was spurring Jungkook on more. He was barely holding back from ravaging you in his car right then and there. "At least I never had to beg Jimin to kiss me...to want to kiss me," you spat bitterly. Jungkook snarled, instantly shifting to pin you down on the seats. He put his weight on you so you couldn't move as his dark eyes pierced you.

"Insult me all you want, but don't fucking talk about him," he warned. You stared up at him defiantly.

"Why? You jealous? Knowing that he kissed me before you?" Your taunting words switched the flip in him. He was holding back, letting you take the lead so you'd be more forgiving— but hearing that? It struck a nerve. He grabbed your jaw roughly, challenging you to keep up that attitude.

"He called me from your phone Y/n," he said, voice hoarse with irritation. "I heard him kissing you. I heard you beg for him like a filthy fucking slut," he spat. It was eating him up that you never begged for him the way you'd begged for Jimin. Instead, you fought him every step of the way; denied your attraction to him even when you were cumming for him. It pissed him off. The dots connected in your mind as you remembered him asking you about a phone call earlier that morning. Jimin, that sneaky bastard. You'd give him an earful later, but for now you reveled in seeing how much it had affected Jungkook. You opened your mouth to tease him some more, but he predicted your intentions and crashed his lips back to yours before you could say anything. The way he held your jaw prevented you from talking back into his rough kiss either, so you just yielded, kissing him back sloppily. He kept you like that, kissing you hungrily until the both of you were on the brink of losing control entirely. The car felt stuffy, the windows slowly fogging up as your hot, heavy breaths mingled. It made you nervous. What if someone saw you two? What if they noticed the foggy windows and came over to inspect? Had Jungkook even locked the car? You pushed at Jungkook's chest so he'd give you a second of reprieve to speak. He reluctantly pulled back.

"We should go. It's risky to stay here. What if someone sees me with you?" you voiced your concerns. Jungkook's brows scrunched, his eyes raking over your face. His blown out eyes seemed to glaze over with another emotion, something akin to indifference. Even now, your main concern was other people finding you with him. Were you seriously that embarrassed to be attracted to him? Jungkook sat back, running a hand through his hair, frustrated. You noticed the shift in his demeanour, but he was already climbing out of the back seat and into the driver's seat before you could ask about it. You felt some relief knowing that you were going to get out of the work parking garage. You fixed yourself slightly and then got into the passenger seat. And then Jungkook was driving you home. The drive felt tense. You assumed it was because of the unfinished interaction before. His pants were still tented, the wet spot prominent, and you were equally as turned on. Maybe it was your lust that was clouding your judgement— you didn't see how angry he was. As he pulled up to your apartment building, you considered what to do. A few moments of awkward silence passed as he waited for you to step out.

"Wanna come upstairs?" you finally offered, not exactly thinking with your head. Was it a terrible idea? Yes. Should you be forgiving him and fucking him so quickly? Especially right after sleeping with Jimin? Definitely no. But your body wanted something else entirely. Jungkook scoffed in disbelief, likely thinking the same thing.

"That's not a good idea," he spoke, staring straight ahead. You cocked a brow at his reluctance. He was all over you a few minutes ago, what the hell happened?

“Seriously?” You scoffed. Jungkook unlocked the car doors in response, still not really looking at you.

“Yeah. We should stop here Y/n,” he said gruffly. You felt a pang in your chest at his words. He was just telling you how much he wanted you and now he was pushing you away again. What the fuck was his problem? Was he bipolar? Could he not decide if he wanted you or not? You felt dejected and used, yet again. With a laugh of disbelief, you gathered your things and stepped out of the car. That’s when he finally looked at you. There was a hint of something hidden discreetly in his look of indifference. “In fact, if you’re that ashamed of being attracted to me, let’s really stop this here.” The words hit you like a freight train, stopping you right in your tracks. Was he saying what he thought you were saying? He turned away from you again, making it clear that he wasn’t asking you, he was telling you. You were left speechless as you closed the car door and watched him peel off.

Was that it?

extra note: EEEEEEE I was low key screaming writing the kiss because he would soooooo do that

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[jung-koook]

he looks so good 😩 (cr. ianadmirer)

[bangtan-junkie]

Regaining my breath after chapter 4 but HOLY SHIT!! The cliffhanger yet again lol. Soooo good

hehe I have to keep yall coming back for more somehow right 🤭 but I’m so happy you like it!!

[bangtan-junkie]

Hi! I've missed your presence and writing on this site and hope you're taking care of yourself! Most of all I hope you enjoyed festa and all of our boys coming back :')

STOP I LOVE YOU <3 I’m doing well and I hope you are too love. I’m so happy they’re back eeee I haven’t been able to get over how humongous tae is 😮‍💨 I genuinely need him to break me like a glow stick he’s soooooo fine

[bangtan-junkie]

Girly, we miss you and fboy Jk, where you at now these days, and where’s dissonance?? Huhu we miss your work

HELLO!!! ugh I love you guys for sticking around. lots and lots of updates y'all. but the answer to yours and everyone else's question lmfao: dissonance chapter 4 is almost done! fuckboy jk missed y'all too 😩 I'm wrapping up the last bit and editing rn so it should be out tomorrow or Monday. I am tempted to keep y'all up on a Sunday night so I'm aiming for tm hehe. I can't wait for y'all to read it 😘

other updates: lots has changed in the last few months. biggest update is I quit my job bc I was miserable lmfao. this means I have more time to get back into my hobbies again, including writing! I already have a few other fics in the works— the first and foremost a Caleb from love and deepspace fic going 👀 I've sorta figured out how dissonance will end too so that's a relief 😮‍💨

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I hope y'all are doing well and once again, I can't tell you how happy it makes me that you guys enjoy my writing <3

[bangtan-junkie]

Hi Angel, just checking in to make sure you’re ok? I hope all is well with you. I dunno why something made me want to check to see if you’re ok, so I’m following my gut. I hope that’s ok 💜

okay i actually love you sm <3 i'm doing well! it's exam season so i'm drowning in work TT but otherwise good and excited about some of the writing and drawing i'm doing! thank you for checking in and i hope you're doing well too <3

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[jung-koook]

[110/547] — until we meet again, jungkook ♡

[jung-koook]

[451/547] — until we meet again, jungkook ♡

[bangtan-junkie]

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Dissonance |  Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, …

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Dissonance (Part 3) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (f) ft. Jimin

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Genre/Tags: coworker!JK, enemies to lovers, smutttttt, slow burn (ish?), ANGST

Word Count: 9028

Synopsis: Giving you what you wanted seemed to put more of a rift between you and Jungkook. How could you enjoy his every touch, but despise him for it at the same time? Now you were stuck working on a huge project together, adding to the tension building between you two. High tensions and deadlines finally brought things to a head, forcing some truth out of each of you. But somehow that only seemed to make things worse. You couldn't handle it anymore. You needed a distraction. And what better distraction than a certain pretty red-haired man that you worked with?

Note: the plot and smut might be equal for once lmfao. as always, i hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! (longer note at the end)

This time around, you didn't have the privilege of avoiding Jungkook. You were still very much stuck on the project with him, despite all the excuses you had tried to make to your boss. She was having non of it; determined to get you two working together. So, you grit your teeth, and for the sake of professionalism (mostly just to keep your job), you remained civil with him. Your job was made surprisingly easier by Jungkook. After your last encounter, he'd become distant and quiet. He was now only talking to you if he really needed to, and doing everything in his power to not be in the same room as you.

Jungkook was not happy. Despite giving you exactly what you wanted the last time, you still loathed him and he couldn't understand why. When you left that file room, he was quick to get himself off - still reeling from your taste, how you felt, your sweet moans. But even after climaxing, he was still rock hard. As much as he wanted to keep going, he knew he'd been gone for too long and someone would come looking for him soon. So, he fixed himself up as best as he could. He tucked his cock up into his waistband, tried to fix his collar, and ditched his stained blazer. The rest of the day, he seemed normal enough to everyone else, but he was all too aware of his arousal. Jungkook couldn't have gotten home quicker that night; immediately pulling your panties out of his pocket and his cock out of his pants. Once he finally felt satisfied and his hormones balanced out, that's when the reality of his thoughts hit him. He'd put up with so much of your shit; but you treated him like trash, started rumours about him, humiliated him at work and in front of your boss - all because you wanted him to touch you. And when he did just that, he was still the asshole at the end of the day somehow. Did you really hate him that much? The frustration that was building up in him wasn't healthy and he knew that. He couldn't help himself when you looked at him with so much defiance and self-righteousness. He just wanted to wipe that look off your face - put you in your place. Jungkook had to stop himself; stop giving you what you wanted every time. So he decided to distance himself.

You'd think you would've been happy with his efforts to stay away from you. And you were, at least in the beginning. You were fully expecting this project to be a nightmare because Jungkook was going to give you a hard time. But he didn't. He was as civil as you were. Initially, you thought that maybe he finally understood how poorly he'd treated you- felt bad even. Maybe that's why he was making this easy. That was until you noticed how he was rushing out the door whenever you were the only person in the room. Or how he'd stopped quipping back when you slipped in any passive-aggressive comments. Or how rigid he was around you - all the time - despite being completely normal with everyone else. That was when your blood began boiling. He was basically turning the tables on you now, even using your tactics against you. Granted, in all your rage, you'd gone too far before. It was only fair that you'd humiliated him just as he'd done to you. Even though you didn't feel even by the end of your last exchange. While his degrading words never failed to drench your panties, some of it felt a little too real. Did he really think you were just one of these women that throw themselves at him? Extra desperate for him? That you were just waiting around for him to pay attention to you? You tried not to think about it, knowing it would only piss you off more. His new behaviour was most definitely not helping. It felt like he'd proved his point to himself, and now he was ignoring you as if you were a bad one night stand.

Despite your growing frustrations, part of you did feel bad about starting that rumour about him and the boss. You still didn't know whether it was true or not (although you were strongly leaning towards it being true). Jungkook had never clarified that; he had seemed more offended by your accusations of his lack of skill. But whether he was sleeping with her or not, the whole office didn't need to know. Not that she didn't make it obvious that he was her favourite anyways. You felt the need to clean up the mess you'd made, just to clear your own conscious, if nothing else. Just as sneakily as you started the rumour, you began discrediting the idea whenever people brought it up around you.

"He acts like that with everyone."

"He's everyone's favourite, apparently. Of course he's the boss' favourite too."

"He does get a lot of the shit projects that no one else wants too."

Your passive-aggressive comments and the fact that everyone had forgotten who'd started the rumour, helped with the damage control. Soon the rumour began dying down, and thankfully before your boss had heard them. But while you were doing a saint's work, Jungkook continued treating you like a stranger. You fought the urge to march over to him and give him a piece of your mind, but the last thing you wanted was to draw more attention back to him. Maybe this distance that he was putting between you two was for the best.

The next two weeks went by quickly as you engrossed yourself in the project and ignored Jungkook's weird behaviour. You were surprised to find that you actually worked well together when you weren't at his throat. He worked hard, made sure to get his work done on time, and - despite refusing to socialize with you - was good at communicating with you about the project. At first, you found it hard to move past Jungkook's cold behaviour towards you. But you certainly couldn't let it affect your work either, so you decided to stick it out - at least till this project was over. When the project finally came to a close, you were quite proud of your work. But the lingering feeling that you'd never speak to him again after this was slowly eating away at you. Why did you even care?

The night before your submission and presentation, you and Jungkook were the last ones left in the office. As you closed the last tab on your computer, you sighed contentedly and stretched your back. After sitting at your desk for so many late nights over the last few weeks, you felt like your entire body was sore. A disgruntled sigh from behind you made you swivel in your chair. While you'd just wrapped up the presentation for the next morning, Jungkook was still busy at work. His brows were furrowed as he carefully examined the papers in his hand, his desk scattered with more paper. He had taken on the responsibility to finalize the submission documents which is what he'd been working on the entire day. Maybe it was the lack of sleep from the past few days, or maybe you felt bad, but you decided to try and make conversation.

"Do you need any help?" you asked, standing up to stretch a little more. Jungkook's eyes flitted over to you as you broke the silence, his gaze roaming over your figure briefly.

"No, I'll manage," he replied blankly, quick to get back to his reading. You rolled your eyes, not entirely surprised by his cold answer.

"I'm gonna get some coffee. Looks like a late night for you, do you want some?" You asked as you walked towards the door.

"Yeah," he answered curtly. You froze in your spot momentarily, not expecting him to agree. This was probably the most friendly he'd been in over two weeks. "Oh and do you have the final drafts? I need them to cross reference and edit."

"Yeah, I do," you said, turning on your heels to get back to your desk. But Jungkook just waved dismissively.

"Just leave them on your desk before you leave. I'll get them later." You nodded, heading out to get the coffee. You returned with the two coffees, stepping behind Jungkook's desk to hand him his.

"Here. You like yours sweet right?" you asked, handing him his cup. Your stomach fluttered as his fingers brushed against yours while he took the cup. Jungkook didn't miss the way your gaze dropped to your touching fingers, but he didn't say anything. He simply nodded, sipping his drink. You sighed, walking back over to your desk and plopping in your chair.

"Don't you have manners?" you snapped, annoyed with his dismissive behaviour. Jungkook looked up at you, an amused glint in his eyes. You snapped your fingers. "Hello? You're supposed to thank people when they do things for you."

"Really?" he asked condescendingly, turning back to his papers. "I've done plenty of things for you, and haven't heard a 'thank you' either." The insinuation of his words made your face heat up with embarrassment and anger.

"You're such a fucking prick," you cursed, quickly grabbing your things. Suddenly, you couldn't get out of the office quicker. You didn't know why you'd bothered to try to talk to him at all. Why stay here and suffer further humiliation when you could be at home, taking a bath instead?

"First an asshole, now a prick. I must really be the worst," he said, a bite to his words despite his disinterested tone. You scoffed in disgust, feeling stupid for thinking he'd even consider being polite. Without another word, you shoved your things into your bag and left the office. Jungkook's eyes only lifted to watch you walk out the door, a certain frustration building up in him. But he shoved his feelings down to focus on his work.

When you finally got home, you ate something sweet with your coffee, took a hot shower, and climbed into bed. Pushing aside all thoughts of Jungkook, you knew you had to get a good night's rest to nail your presentation in the morning. Luckily for you, your exhaustion from the past few weeks caught up with you the moment your head hit the pillow. And then you were out like a light. At least until the sound of your phone buzzing woke you up a few hours later.

"Hello?" you mumbled groggily into your phone, beyond pissed that someone had woken you up.

"It's Jungkook. Where are the drafts? I can't find them anywhere," he asked, annoyance clear in his voice. It took you a moment to process what was going on as you wiped the sleep from your eyes.

"They must be on my desk," I groaned angrily, just wanting to back to sleep.

"If they were on your desk, why would I be calling you?" he snapped. You sat up, trying to think clearly. You knew they were on your desk, but then it dawned on you - you had shoved them into your bag in your hurry to leave. You cursed under your breath, knowing that Jungkook was about to give you more shit for this.

"Fuck, I think I might've taken them by accident," you admitted, bracing yourself. There was a moment of silence which was followed by a quiet groan. You could picture him pinching the bridge of nose in irritation.

"I need those drafts to finish to finalize the submission docs," he said blankly, as if the solution to this problem was glaringly obvious. You pulled your phone away from your face, staring at the screen in disbelief for a moment.

"I am not coming in to the office right now Jungkook. It's 3am for fucks sake," you said, bewildered.

"Well I need them now," he grit through his teeth. "We have to submit these at 8, you know that."

"Look, I'm sorry. But I'm not coming in at this time. I can come in earlier in the morning," you offered.

"I need them now," he repeated. "Fine. I'll just come pick them up myself. Text me your address," he demanded before hanging up. Once again, you were left staring at your phone in disbelief. What other choice did you have? You texted him your address and laid back down to rest your eyes for a minute - which meant you went right back to sleep.

You jolted awake as your doorbell rang incessantly, over and over again. Groaning in irritation, you reluctantly got out of bed, dragging your body out of your room.

“Can you fucking stop?! I’m coming!” You shouted. You weren’t the nicest person to start with, but you were much worse when people fucked with your sleep. You unlocked the door, angrily swinging it open. “Do you have to be an asshole even at 3 in the morning?” You spat, groggily rubbing your eyes. Jungkook shot you a dirty look, like he was repulsed to just be in your presence. He took in your disheveled state. Without a word, he pushed past you, stepping into your apartment. You scoffed at his attitude.

“The drafts?” He asked curtly. You groaned, feeling your annoyance build up.

“You’re seriously gonna walk into my apartment and act like this?” You asked, your words laced with venom. Jungkook stepped closer to you, his presence suddenly feeling intimidating.

“I wouldn’t have to be here if you knew how to fucking listen, hm?” He grit through his teeth. Your jaw nearly fell to floor, bewildered by his audacity. “What did I tell you earlier today?” His voice was deeply condescending.

“Excuse me?” You scoffed, still in shock. He took another step closer to you, now towering over you.

“I told you to make sure you left the drafts for me. Did you listen?” He questioned rhetorically, the anger in his voice rising with each sentence. When you didn’t answer, he grabbed your jaw and forced your head to shake a no. “I wouldn’t have to be here, with you, to get those fucking drafts if you’d just done what I said,” he spat, practically shoving you away as he let go of your face. There was no fucking way he just did that. "What is it? Does everything I say go through one ear and out the other? Nothing in here to make it stick?" he asked, flicking your forehead, a dark glint in his eyes. It was obvious that he wasn't just talking about the drafts anymore.

Finally snapping out of your shock, you grabbed his hand as he was about to flick you again. Tension swam in the air as your grip tightened and your gaze pierced him. "Jeon Jungkook, you're crossing the line," you said firmly, trying to contain your anger.

"Crossing the line?" He laughed loudly before pulling his hand away from you. "Like you did?" he asked with dry amusement. You winced slightly at his words, feeling like he'd slapped you with them. He leaned against your kitchen counter, seeming tense despite his lax posture. "Actually no, I'm crossing the line in the privacy of your home - with no one around. But you felt the need to do it in front of other people. So I guess this isn't the same, is it?"

Your eye twitched at his words. Logically, you knew he was right. What he was doing now wasn't the same as what you'd done. It wasn't nearly as malicious as your actions and you probably deserved some of this. But, as guilty as you felt, anger was quickly replacing the feeling as he continued to behave so disrespectfully. Besides, you were also fighting back your irrational side that was telling you to slap him in the face.

"Do you feel better now? Are we even?" you grit through your teeth. He chuckled darkly, not a hint of humour reaching his eyes. He stepped forward again, backing you against the counter with no room to escape.

"Not even a little bit," he said, the depth of his voice rumbling through your chest. He leaned down, looking into your eyes so intently that you felt vulnerable; like he could see all your innermost thoughts. “We’re nowhere near even Y/n.” Your heart raced as you braced yourself against the counter, staring up at him.

“Then what else do you want from me?” Your words came out as a hoarse whisper. His hands enveloped yours on the counter, keeping you trapped under him.

“I want you to tell me why.” It felt like he was consuming you with his body and his words. Your stomach churned at the thought of baring your feelings to him. You tried to turn away to avoid his gaze, but his hand quickly grabbed your jaw and forced you to meet his eyes. “I’ve been very considerate; waiting for this project to be done and keeping my distance at the office. So you’re going to do one thing for me, and tell me why.”

“Why does it matter? Don’t you just want to get your revenge?” You retorted, a new fire burning in you that was fueled by embarrassment.

“Y/n, I’ve had to deal with people looking at me like I’m a walking STD for weeks. It’s truly a miracle boss never heard about the rumours or I would’ve been in so much shit,” he seethed, leaning closer. “So yeah, I wanna know why you did it.”

“I-I fixed it! No one really thinks it anymore. I already undid what was done. Isn’t that enough?” You tried to justify, squirming in his hold.

“Enough?” His voice dropped lower as he spoke mere centimetres from your lips. “You want me to thank you for fixing your own mistake?” When he put it that way, you felt even more stupid. “Why Y/n?” He repeated. You took a deep breath. He wasn’t going to let you go if you didn’t answer. There was no way around it.

“You left me. In that bathroom, you used me and you left me.”

Your heart pounded in your chest from a mix of emotions. Jungkook didn’t react. His expression stayed the same, indifferent, still staring into your eyes. Silence followed your answer which somehow felt more humiliating than actually being left in that bathroom. Your rage quickly built up.

“Seriously?! You have nothing to say about that?” You asked, angrily yanking his hand away from your jaw. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“You were the one that didn’t want anyone to know,” he finally spat. “So yeah, I left. Did you want to walk out together?” His voice began to rise a little, but he was sure not to yell.

“No, but–,” you started, but he interrupted you.

“That’s what I thought,” he scoffed. “And as for using you, you were pretty eager yourself.” He pressed you harder into the counter as his expression darkened. “I remember you taking my cock all the way to the back of your throat; so determined to make me feel good, to make me cum.” You tried to even your breathing so you wouldn't give yourself away as your mind raced with the memory. It wasn’t working too well. “I barely had to do anything. You were practically begging to suck me off.” The embarrassment was making it a lot harder to maintain your eye contact but you didn’t want to back down.

“Fuck you Jungkook. This is why I did it.” Your eyes were fiery as the truth came out. Well, part of it at least. “All you’ve done since then is humiliate me. Is this a game to you? Fuck with me and then make fun of me after?”

“Humiliate you?” He looked at you like you were insane. “You think this is me making fun of you?”

“What the fuck else is it then?! You make me sound like…” you trailed off, suddenly feeling like this conversation was getting too real. You had to turn away to hide the emotions that were most definitely written all over your face. Jungkook shook his head, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He wasn’t even sure how to explain that he wasn’t making fun of you.

“Y/n.” His voice was serious. “If I wanted to humiliate you, I wouldn’t be doing it here, when no one’s around. I’m not interested in pulling any stunts like you did.” His words stopped your thoughts in their tracks. He leaned down next to your ear.

“Because as much as I want everyone to know that it's me that makes a mess of you," he whispered, "I don't want anyone else to see what a dirty little slut you turn into for me." It felt like the oxygen was sucked out of the air as the soft words hit your ears.

"Every filthy word, every depraved sound that comes out of that pretty little mouth of yours is only for me to hear." Why was it that your brain turned off whenever he spoke to you like this? His body was now fully pressed against yours, trying to get as close as he could. But his hands stayed put, keeping your hands pinned to the counter. He nuzzled his face against your hair, right above your ear. His own breathing was heavy and this somehow felt more intimate than anything else you'd done before.

"That lewd face you make for me when you finally get what you want, fuck," he groaned. "I don't want anyone to see that but me." The possessiveness that laced his words should be setting off warning signs in your mind. Instead, it was making your chest heavy and building an ache in your core.

Jungkook was starting to feel more vulnerable than he wanted and he could feel his mental fortitude chipping away. He'd vowed to himself that he wouldn't cave to you - to his own desires - after your reaction last time. But he was finding it extremely difficult in the moment. He pulled away enough to look at you again. You found yourself searching for something in his eyes as you stared back at him. Sincerity maybe? You weren't sure you'd even be able to see it past the frustration that adorned his features.

"You think I'm making fun of you? You have no idea what you do to me Y/n." His face contorted into a snarl. "It's burned into my brain; the way your throat felt, your pleads and moans, how good your pussy tastes, how fucking tight you are." You knew that your eyes, clouded with lust, were definitely giving you away now. "Makes me rock hard whenever I think about it," he admitted with a humourless chuckle. He was pissed - at you, but even more so at himself. Meanwhile, you were struggling to process what he was saying. "Does that sound like I'm making fun of you?"

You were left speechless. Your mouth opened to answer him, but no words came out. Jungkook scoffed at your lack of reaction, feeling even more frustrated after spilling the truth. While both of your bodies were reacting to the situation, the tension in the room was becoming too suffocating to ignore. Your eyes subconsciously dropped to his lips, and that was nearly enough to snap his thin thread of restraint. His own breathing was ragged with the effort it took him to maintain his self control. He went to say something but quickly stopped himself. His eyes closed as he turned away to collect himself for a brief moment.

"You, on the other hand, are hell bent on ruining me," he grit, finally putting some space between you two as he stepped back. "You wanna talk about making fun of someone? How 'bout all that shit you said about me - that you lied about - in front of everyone?" His anger was becoming abundantly clear, and you couldn't help but start feeling guilty.

"I-I said I was sorry," you mumbled.

"Do you even realize how fucking humiliating that was for me? Or how screwed I would've been if the boss found out?" he grit through his teeth. "I tolerate so much of your shit Y/n. Just because I take it in stride doesn't mean you can do and say whatever the fuck you want. You think this is some joke? You could've destroyed my career Y/n." With every word he spat at you, your guilt resurfaced, taking in the gravity of your actions.

"Do you hate me that much?" he asked, a hint of hurt in his voice. When you didn't respond, he just scoffed. Your answer was clear to him. It shouldn't matter to him, because it's not like he had any reason to care about whether you liked him or hated him. But the bitterness of your silence still left a bad taste in his mouth, making him want to leave as soon as possible. He took a few more steps back until he was near your front door again.

"Get me those drafts" he said coldly, any sign of his previous emotions disappearing from his face. You didn't move for a moment, still processing what he'd just said. When he shot you an expectant look, you finally snapped out of it and grabbed the files out of your bag on the couch. You handed them to him wordlessly, a mix of emotions swirling through you. As he turned your front door, about to leave, he looked over his shoulder at you. "And by the way. You actually haven't even apologized once." Your stomach dropped as you realized you hadn't said "I'm sorry" at any point - too busy defending yourself the entire time. Before you could say it, Jungkook was already out the door.

It took you a while to fall asleep after Jungkook left. There were a million thoughts running through your mind. How were you supposed to process Jungkook's confession and rejection at the same time? It truly felt like he was done with you now that he'd said his piece - like one last 'fuck you' before he never had to speak to you again. You tried your best to push away all the thoughts that clouded your mind. The presentation you had to give in the morning was far too important for you to screw up because of all this shit. With great difficulty, you eventually managed to get some sleep.

The morning went by in a blur and before you knew it, you found yourself in the conference room at work, with Jungkook by your side, in front of your boss and coworkers. Regardless of your lack of sleep and heightened emotions, you managed to keep yourself composed and present your work clearly. Jungkook seemed to do the same, although you weren't sure he cared about what had happened at all. Even under the scrutiny of your boss, you felt confident about your work. This was only solidified as your boss praised you and Jungkook at the end of the presentation. Obviously, she leaned a little heavier into praising Jungkook, but she still commended your work. As your boss collected all the documents and left the room, you felt relief and dread take over you. Yes, it was a relief that this huge project was finally complete. But did this mean that Jungkook would never talk to you again?

Your coworkers came up to you, congratulating the two of you and immediately making plans to go out that night. You tried refusing but they remained persistent until you caved in. You glanced over at Jungkook. He seemed so normal when he was interacting with everyone else; he had a smile on his face, he was joking, and happily agreeing to go out later. You felt a pang in your chest. You focused on the conversation happening around you.

As 5 o'clock rolled around, your coworkers were already buzzing to leave. You followed their suit and began wrapping up your things.

"Hey," a familiar voice caught your attention. "I didn't catch you earlier, but I heard your presentation went well. Great work." Jimin's kind words eased some of your inner turmoil. You mirrored his smile with a small thank you.

"Are you coming to the bar?" You asked, gesturing to the groups of people that were leaving together. Jimin nodded, offering you his arm as you stood up from your chair. You gratefully took it, using him for support to steady yourself in your heels.

"Shall we?" he asked. You smiled again, appreciative for the distraction as you walked together to the nearby bar. When you got there, you wasted no time in ordering your drinks. You caught sight of Jungkook walking in not too long after, your gazes meeting for the briefest of moments. You immediately downed a drink, the burn in your throat working as a perfect distraction. By now you should've learned your lesson; that you and alcohol was the perfect recipe for disaster. But your mind seemed to have forgotten that as it craved for a way to take the edge off. Jimin watched you amusedly as you drank so quickly.

"Stressed?" he asked with a chuckle, sipping his own drink. You turned to him, trying to forget about Jungkook being there.

"Hmm?" you asked, confused.

"You drank that cocktail like it was a shot," he said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You must be stressed."

"Right. Yeah, just need to clear my mind a little," you answered sheepishly. You sipped your next drink, not wanting to alarm Jimin any further.

"You just finished a huge project. Shouldn't you be relieved? Less stressed in fact?"

"I should," you sighed. "It's not..." you started, your eyes glancing over at Jungkook again, "...work related. I guess." Seeing him acting so normal, as if he hadn't confessed how he couldn't stop thinking about you, was frustrating. You began questioning your memory. Had he really said that? Because anyone who looked at the two of you right now would assume he didn't even know you at this point. You polished off the rest of your drink in seconds. Jimin followed your gaze, a look of understanding washing over his face as he put the puzzle pieces together.

"What's going on between you two?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Nothing," you answered truthfully, turning back to him. After all, he'd barely even spoken to you over the last few weeks. And how would you even define what was happening between you two before that?

"It must be some pretty intense 'nothing' to have you drinking like this," he joked, watching you start on your third drink already. But Jimin took the hint; you didn't want to get into it and he would respect that. While the rest of your coworkers seemed to mingle amongst each other, you and Jimin kept to yourselves, the conversation flowing smoothly between you. Talking to Jimin was easy and it was doing wonders at calming your mind. You noticed that he was moving closer to you as the time went on, soon sitting so close that your knees were brushing. The more drinks you had, the less you minded his proximity, finding it almost comforting in a sense.

Jimin, who was buzzed but not as tipsy as you, noticed every little movement you made. The way you leaned in to talk to him, the way your skirt rode up your thighs as you crossed your legs, the hazy look in your eyes. It was all building up in the back of his mind. He'd always found you interesting, cute even - but between work and your bickering with Jungkook, you never seemed to have the time to actually become friends. He'd also be lying if he said he just wanted to be friends with you. He wouldn't be sitting so close to you, his fingers tracing patterns into your knee, innocently teasing the hemline of your skirt if he wanted to just be friends. Although you continued the conversation, he saw your eyes flit down to where his fingers lay and your breathing get slightly heavier. But you didn't move away.

Maybe it was the drinks in your system, but Jimin's fingers that were threatening to slip under your skirt were making your heart race. It had been a while since you'd flirted with someone else; usually, too busy bickering with Jungkook when you came out to the bar with your work friends. It was a nice change of pace, and it was certainly helping you ignore your guilt and frustration towards Jungkook. You'd always thought Jimin was attractive, but you never got any non-friendly signs from him - until now. Because the dark glint in his eyes as he listened to you speak and whatever his hands were doing were definitely not friendly. You tried to finish the story you were telling, but your brain kept getting side-tracked by him, making you halt momentarily in between words. Your gaze kept going back to his fingers that were trailing further up your thigh now. And when you were looking at his face, they kept dropping to his plump lips.

"Something wrong? You're struggling to focus," Jimin said, leaning in to speak softly into your ear. The feeling of his breath against your lobe sent a shiver down your spine.

"No, just...got a lot on my mind," you answered, your mouth suddenly feeling dry. You sipped your drink as Jimin pulled back a little, a smirk resting on his lips. His other hand came up to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear, his gaze seemingly more intense now.

"I hope you're thinking about me, especially when you're looking at me like that," he teased. Your face heat up a little as you realized he had could see the effect he had on you. His hand rest in your hair, while the other continued it's ministrations on your thigh. You didn't reply, turning away in embarrassment. Jimin chuckled at your reaction, cocking his head to the side to meet your gaze again. "I don't think I've ever seen you flustered like this before. It's really...cute." You flushed more when he placed a finger under your chin, guiding you to look at him. The kindness - the sweetness - he was treating you with felt foreign compared to Jungkook's ravenous appetite.

"Are you really calling me cute right now?" you asked weakly, hyperaware of his full hand gripping your thigh now. You found yourself leaning into his touch, subconsciously moving forward, as if his simple touch was beckoning you.

"I guess you're right," he chuckled, his hooded eyes roaming over your face. "I'd be lying if I said I'm just thinking about how cute you are." Your stomach flipped at the implication behind his words.

"What else are you thinking then?"

"You do look very cute like this," he said gently, leaning in closer, gaze dropping down to your lips. "But I'm also thinking about what you'd look like if I..." he trailed off, his breath hitting your lips. It felt like every thought in your mind had disappeared as you focused on your proximity. The few moments that he lingered, your heart raced with anticipation. Then his eyes met yours again, hazy with lust and that was the last straw. You weren't sure if it was you or him that closed the distance, but the next thing you knew, his lips were pressed against yours. Jimin's kiss was soft and tender; his hand slid behind your ear, pulling you closer to kiss you deeper. You moaned quietly against his lips - enjoying the sensuality of his kiss. His tongue gently swiped across your lips, slowly meeting yours as you parted your lips. His mouth and hands were doing an excellent job at clearing your mind. And while it worked - you were solely focused on Jimin and how he felt for the most part - a nagging thought broke through your amorous barrier.

Had Jungkook kissed you yet?

The simple thought broke your immersion. You pulled away, breathing heavily to catch your breath. Jimin's gaze was darker as his chest rose and fell.

"How do I look now then?" you asked, gulping down the lump that was forming in your throat as you were silently spiraling. Jimin grunted, his fingers trailing down your neck.

"Tempting," he answered, the one word heavy with desire. Your brain was at war with itself. Half of it was telling you to crawl into Jimin's lap and keep kissing him. And the other half couldn't stop thinking about how Jungkook hadn't kissed you - not even once. The conflicting thoughts in your already drunk mind were overwhelming and you needed a minute to calm down. Despite your urges, you slipped off the barstool.

"I'm just gonna go to the bathroom. I'll be right back," you said, stumbling a little as you straightened yourself. You gave him a small kiss to reassure him that you weren't rejecting him - you truly just needed a cold splash of water on your face to wash away Jungkook from your mind. Jimin's lips followed after yours as you pulled away, but he shot you a smile and nodded as you stepped away. You made your way through the crowd, distracted and hazy from the alcohol. You'd almost made it out of the crowd until you someone bumped into you. The force was enough to make you lose your balance and bump into someone's back.

"Oh fuck, I'm so sor-" you began, only for the person to turn around and of course, it was Jungkook. Your stumble had caused his drink to spill on his shirt. Your words got stuck in your throat as you mentally cursed your luck. You and alcohol is a recipe for disaster. Just walk away. You tried to convince yourself, but the annoyed look on his face was keeping you tethered in your spot. All your guilt and hurt bubbled up to the surface of your skin. The thoughts and feelings you'd spent the last couple of hours repressing came rushing back, threatening to spill from your lips. After a moment of shock, you laughed at the irony of the situation. Jungkook's brows furrowed, realizing that you were already drunk. You grabbed a nearby napkin and started wiping at his shirt, not noticing how close you were getting to him. As you wiped at his shirt, you were dazed with emotion. Jungkook watched you curiously. Your movements slowed down as your thoughts consumed you.

"I-I'm sorry," you mumbled. But it dawned on you that Jungkook probably couldn't hear you in this crowd of people. Taking a deep breath and gathering all your courage, you looked up at him. "I'm sorry Jungkook. I'm really sorry," you repeated.

Although you hadn't said anything else, Jungkook understood what you meant; the heaviness of your words clear. You weren't just apologizing about his spilled drink. His expression softened a little, but he was still upset with you. A drunken apology, no matter how sincere, wasn't going to fix everything.

"Shit, I keep fucking up with you huh?" you laughed, the sound devoid of any humour. You held onto his shirt as you struggled to get on your tiptoes. "I really do have a knack for making your life harder." Jungkook held onto your arm, supporting you so you didn't fall over. Your breath hitched as you met his dark gaze. There was that look again - like he would eat you alive. Your breath hitched.

"You must really hate me," you said quietly, now close enough that he could hear you despite the noise that surrounded you. You could see the frustration and restraint painted across his face.

"Y/n, you're drunk," he pointed out, voice low. His grip on your arm tightened as you leaned in closer, your eyes flitting between his eyes and lips.

"Did you mean it? That you can't stop thinking about me?" You asked, your thoughts blurting out of your mouth before you could even think. Jungkook growled as you pressed your body to his. You were really testing his self control; every inch of his body itching to pull you into him.

"Y/n," he warned, his jaw clenching while he tried to put some space between you. But you refused to let him, leaning on him so heavily that if he moved, you'd probably fall over.

"I think you're lying. You look at me with so much anger, so much hatred," you scoffed. Jungkook's eyes narrowed as you spoke, fighting the urge grab you and shut you up.

"That's why you won't kiss me, right?" you asked, voice shaky as the words finally left your lips. Jungkook was taken aback by your question, his brows furrowing even deeper. "You touch me, everywhere..." you whispered, "...but you won't kiss me. Because you can't stand the thought, you can't enjoy kissing someone you don't like, right?" You felt unbearably vulnerable as the questions lingered in the air. A few seconds passed as Jungkook scanned your face, the gears of his own mind turning. But he didn't answer you. The silence only confirmed your thoughts. Your stomach dropped as realization hit you and you knew that if you stayed any longer, you wouldn't be stay composed. You felt embarrassed and hurt enough as it was; you didn't need to humiliate yourself any further. You slowly let go of his shirt, pushing away from him, spinning on your heels, and heading to the bathroom.

The cold water against your skin did nothing to cool you down. Looking up in the mirror, you were met with your own flustered reflection. Was it the alcohol, Jimin’s kiss, or Jungkook’s lack there of that left you so heated? You didn’t know. You hated that you’d let Jungkook see you in such a weak moment. You and alcohol were a bad mix. Why did you even care if he didn’t kiss you? What would a kiss change anyways? The only thing you liked about him was how he handled you and your body. Kissing him meant nothing. At least that’s what you told yourself as you tried to pull yourself together before walking out of the bathroom. But the moment you stepped out, you were greeted with the sight of some girl pressed up against Jungkook. Your stomach churned at the sight, feeling like you'd been punched in the gut. After baring your hurt to him, this felt ten times worse. He really didn’t care about you or your feelings. You weren’t special; he just enjoyed messing with you, like every other girl he flirted with. How could he say all those things to you - confess that you had some effect on him - and then do this? As Jungkook briefly looked up from the girl who now had her arms looped around his neck, his eyes met yours. He shifted slightly, trying to step away from the girl as he saw the look on your face. You couldn’t stand there a moment longer, immediately rushing back over to Jimin. Before Jimin could even ask what was wrong, you were ordering shots. He quietly observed you downing your shots. With the frustration that was painted across your face, he could only assume this had something to do with Jungkook. One quick glance over to Jungkook, and he was sure; he was already staring in your direction. Jimin sighed softly. He didn't necessarily want to get between the two of you, but if Jungkook was causing you this much distress then maybe he should.

"You okay?" he finally spoke, placing a hand on the back of your head, guiding you to look at him as he polished off the rest of his own drink. You couldn't really tell if you were nodding or shaking your head no, but he must've seen the slight distress on your face because his eyes softened. He pulled you closer, turning you around before lifting you onto his lap. You were too hazy to protest as his chest pressed against your back.

"Jimin," you murmured, "I need a distraction."

"What kind of distraction sweetheart?" Your heart fluttered at the nickname.

"Anything." He leaned down, his breath hitting your neck as he moved your hair to the other side. He hummed against your skin, lips pressing gently against your pulse. The small gesture made your crane your neck the other way, your heartbeat racing more as your worried about whether he could feel it or not.

"This work?" he asked, biting at the skin before kissing it harder.

"Yeah," you replied shakily. Jimin's hands made their way to your hips, holding you firmly against himself. Your eyes closed while Jimin continued kissing your neck, his tongue now laving softly over the contrastingly sharp bites he was leaving. Yep, that was a pretty effective distraction. Before you knew it, your chest was heaving as your breathing became laboured. Jimin's arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you impossibly close. But you loved the proximity. It was intoxicating, yet comforting. He made you feel wanted which was something that Jungkook didn't do. Your body was quickly reacting to his touch, heat already pooling between your legs. You shifted slightly - only to feel Jimin's growing erection rub against you. Both of you groaned at the feeling. Jimin's lips moved to your ear, nipping at the lobe. In this position, you could hear his heavy breathing as you subconsciously continued shifting in his lap. Amidst such a good moment, you made the mistake of opening your eyes - only to meet Jungkook's gaze from across the bar. He was far away enough (and you were tipsy enough) that you couldn't make out his exact expression. But the fact that he was watching you was enough to unnerve you. You craned your neck to turn away, pulling away from Jimin with the motion as well. Jimin didn't even have to ask what happened as he caught Jungkook's stare too. A flash of irritation passed through him as Jungkook continued ruining your mood. But he brushed it off quickly, not wanting to upset you further. He held your chin, turning you to face him.

"You wanna get out of here?" he offered, mostly just wanting to get you away from Jungkook. A sense of guilt washed over you as Jimin treated you so sweetly. It wasn't that you didn't like Jimin, and you certainly found him incredibly attractive, but you felt like you were using him to get over Jungkook in a sense. You knew that this probably wouldn't be happening if everything between you and Jungkook hadn't happened. And you weren't sure you wanted anything more from Jimin anyways. Jimin was too kind for you to lead him on and use him like this.

"I-I do," you began, your voice heavy with guilt. "But I don't want to hurt you." Jimin gave you a look of confusion.

"Hurt me?"

"This...this is just a distraction for me." You winced as the words left your lips, feeling worse about yourself. "You're just a distraction." Jimin paused for a moment, but then his lips curled into a soft smirk.

"I'm okay with that. I can be your distraction," he whispered huskily. Your eyes immediately clouded with lust as he washed away all your guilt with two simple sentences. Suddenly, Jungkook was gone from your mind. You grabbed Jimin's hand, sliding off his lap, before dragging him up. He laughed at your enthusiasm, standing up but staying put in the spot.

"Let me settle our bill sweetheart," he chuckled, calling the server over and dropping some cash off with her. The second he paid, you were dragging him out of the bar.

Within thirty minutes, Jimin was struggling to open your apartment door while you messily kissed his neck, your hands roaming over his body. The second he got you through the door, he pinned you against the door and caught your lips in a hungry kiss. His own hands moved from cupping your face to sliding along your silhouette, appreciating your curves under his touch. The alcohol was catching up to you, making your movement sloppy now. But Jimin didn't mind, his own drunken mind loving the desperation in your touch. You slid your hand between your bodies, hastily rubbing his clothed cock.

"Y/n, fuck," Jimin groaned, struggling to contain himself. You took the opportunity to deepen your kiss, letting your tongue battle with his. Jimin huffed, matching your vigour, before grabbing your mischievous hands and looping them around his neck. His hands slid to your ass as he guided you towards the couch, not breaking the kiss for a second. When the back of your knees hit the couch, you tossed your bag on the coffee table. Some of your belongings fell out - including your phone - but you were too far gone to notice or care. Jimin lay you down on the couch, crawling on top of you immediately so as to keep kissing you. You groaned into the heat of his mouth. Your body felt like it was on fire as he pinched one of your excited nipples. When you finally ran out of breath, that was when he broke the kiss.

"Jimin, more. Want more," you mumbled, hastily trying to unbutton his shirt. He chuckled as you struggled with the small buttons. He held your hands to his chest, taking a moment to calm both of you down.

"Patience Y/n. We're not in a rush," he kissed the words into your neck. "We have all night," he whispered, sending shivers down your spine. He pulled away to look down at you, admiring your fucked out state. Your cheeks were flushed, eyes half-lidded as you looked up at him, and you were biting your lips in an effort to control yourself. The sight made him impossibly hard.

"I'll be the best distraction you could ever have," he spoke softly; but the tone of his voice was so alluring, you found yourself holding your breath in anticipation. And then, as if on cue, your phone buzzed on the coffee table. The vibrations against the glass were enough to draw Jimin's attention, while you returned to unbuttoning his shirt. Jungkook's name was plastered on the screen. Of course it was him.

Jungkook was still at the bar - now standing right outside for some fresh air. He was dealing with his own conflicting emotions. He was seething when he saw you in Jimin's lap, watching him kiss your neck. The way you were so docile in his hold, just letting him touch and kiss you, it made his skin crawl. Why were you so resistant to him, but so receptive to Jimin? You were meant to be his - his toy alone. He had half the mind to walk over there and yank you off Jimin's lap. But at that point, none of your coworkers had noticed the two of you yet. He didn't want to make a scene and embarrass all three of you; he couldn't afford any more workplace rumours. On top of that, he couldn't get your question out of his head: why hadn't he kissed you? Unable to bear watching the scene before him any longer, he turned away and focused on drowning his thoughts away with drinks. When he looked back, you were gone. His mind immediately flooded with all the scenarios you could be in. Were you with Jimin? He shook his head clear of his suspicions. What did he care? You were a grown adult, capable of taking care of yourself and making your own decisions. He continued drinking, but he couldn't shake off his anger and confusion. After a few drinks, his self restraint was slipping and he stepped out for some fresh air to calm down. But he found himself reaching for his phone and calling you. Why was he calling you? To check up on you? Make sure you were safe, find out where you were so he could come to you, or question you about Jimin? He didn't know as he stood there, watching his breath form clouds in front of him as the phone rang.

Jimin stared at Jungkook's name on your phone and grunted in annoyance. Even when he wasn't physically present, Jungkook managed to get in his way every time. At least this once, couldn't that man leave you two alone? Then a thought crossed his mind - a way to get Jungkook to leave you alone for tonight. Noticing the irritation on Jimin's face, you went to turn and look at your phone, curious to see what was bugging him. But Jimin stopped you, quickly cupped your face with one hand and crashing his lips to yours - effectively making you forget all about your phone. Meanwhile, his other hand slid over to your phone and swiped to answer Jungkook's call.

"Tell me what you want Y/n," he demanded between breaths as he purposefully kissed you sloppily. You moaned softly against his lips as the lewd sounds of your kissing filled your ears.

"Want you, Jimin," you groaned. You pulled at his collar, trying to get him closer.

"Yeah?" he prompted you further, his fingers pinching at your already hardened nipples to provoke you further. You gasped, moaning his name as your back arching into his touch.

"Want you to touch me, wanna taste you, wanna feel you," you rambled. "Want you to keep kissing me," you admitted with a sigh. Jimin's body was reacting your words too, his hips already grinding into you. He hummed with satisfaction, peeking over at your phone. There was still silence from the other end, and he felt his pride swell as he watched the call end. Jungkook wouldn't be bothering you tonight.

another note: HOLY FUCK YOU GUYS! i finally go this goddamn chapter out! I am truly so sorry it took me this long. but i was actually crashing out from life and THEN tumblr fucked me over and didn't save my draft for this chapter TT i literally had to take a break from the app i was so annoyed. it took me forever to rewrite this. to everyone who asked how I was doing and checked up on me, thank you <3 you guys are the sweetest and I am doing much better now! as for the story, was the plot twist what you expected? how're we feeling about reader and Jungkook right now? the tension continues to tension... while i'm decently satisfied with this chapter, i might have to take a break from Dissonance for a bit. i have a lot of other stories i want to write (specifically Love and Deepspace ones lmfao) and Dissonance is taking up a lot of my time right now. I swear I'll still be working on it, just expect some other works to be released before D4. thank you all so much for reading! I appreciate each and every one of you for enjoying my work :)

side side note: if y'all have any ideas for D4, or requests for new fics as well, please let me know! i already have noona x jk in the works lol.

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[bangtan-junkie]

Hellooo, writing genius! ✨ I just stumbled upon your page, and now I’m emotionally invested—how dare you?! 😂 Part 3 when?! I need it like JK needs a reality check and Y/N needs to stop being such a menace (but also... never stop). Their chaos is top-tier, but let’s be real, I need them to actually fall in love before I lose my sanity. Hahaha. Love your writing—now please, feed us hungry readers! 💜👀

lmfaoo I’m glad the angst is getting you riled up too. youre so sweet thank you babe <3 I’m so behind on my writing but I’ll be damned if I don’t give y’all the next chapter for Valentine’s Day. I’m cooking and you shall be fed soon!!

[bangtan-junkie]

When's the next chapter 😭?

patience babe, patience

[bangtan-junkie]

Gurl I'm not going to compare you with any other authors but I'll say one thing you're one of those authors who can make readers feel the angst and real e2l . Nothing rushed and the same old e2l who loves the other in what 2 seconds. LOVE YOU 💋 we're very excited for this one and all your future fics .

AHH ILY <3 i love rly getting into those intense feelings. i did promise a slow burn when i wrote the first part lol. i don't wanna rush and ruin the plot, especially because this is one of my favourite pieces of writing i have. i think i'll just keep writing till the story reaches it's natural end, however many more parts that takes. thank you so much for enjoying my work and i can't wait to share more with you soon!!

[bangtan-junkie]

Hey hey hey 😭 don't just finish it so fast it's just starting to get really interesting please continue it.you are doing great people are liking it so much bcz it's not rushed and the emotions feels so real. Thank god i found a author like you. You should try e2l and angst more. you good at it mannn ❤️❤️

it's just starting to get interesting now?? 😭 if anything was gonna convince me to make dissonance longer, it's this. i love pain and suffering so all i basically write is e2l lol. but i'm so glad i was able to get across those angsty feelings because sometimes you just gotta feel that ache in your chest. i really appreciate your message you're boosting my ego 😮‍💨i'll see what i can do about dissonance bc i am trying to write other stories too 😭

[bangtan-junkie]

Waittttt so does that mean it will have an angsty end and they’re not enemies to lovers ???

I guess you’ll have to wait and see 🤔