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Cha • she/her • millennial • Yoongi & Jungkook biased • OT7

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A Holly, Jolly Crisis (M)

Author: @kpopfanfictrash as part of the Once Upon a Holiday… collaboration with @underthejoon , @fantasybangtan​ , @lamourche​ , @hobidreams​ , @suga-kookiemonster​ , @junghelioseok​  

Creative Contributor: @baebae-goodnight made this ridiculously gorgeous moodboard TT

Pairing: Hoseok / Reader (female)

Genre: Ex-Best Friends to Lovers / Rom-Com / Angst (?) / Holiday

Word Count: 36,243

Rating/Warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Fingering, Hoseok has a dirty mouth, Y/N semi-jokingly offers to slap him & he’s into it, condom-less sex, squirting, multiple orgasms, rough sex. Multiple friends/family members mention the reader has lost weight, but the reader’s exact weight isn’t specified. Seokjin uses a spatula as a microphone.

Summary:   At this time last year, you thought you had it all. A kick-ass screenwriting job for the hottest TV show in LA, an actor boyfriend whose career was taking off and an affordable apartment with not one, but two bathrooms. Fast-forward to now and you’re single, soon-to-be jobless and searching for a way to scrape together January rent. Everything seems to be falling apart, which was why you told your family you weren’t coming home for the holidays. Enter your little sister, Sara, who recently became engaged to her boyfriend, Yoongi and needs you home to celebrate. The biggest problem? Returning home means you’ll be forced to face everything and everyone you left behind, including Yoongi’s best man – and your ex-best friend, Hoseok.

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[ckjk24-7]

Now that the holidays are approaching I’m in a mood for cozy spicy reads like this. Please give this a read if you haven’t already!!!

[kpopfanfictrash]

@ckjk24-7 thank you for your kind words! 🥺this remains one of my favorite holiday fics I’ve written - I appreciate you sharing so much! 💜

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Mutual Help | 60 pt. 2

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, explicit content

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 21.7k+ (both parts)

⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢ 

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The tip of your fingers raise up as they hover over his chest. You can feel the warmth coming off his body, calling your shivering self. Goosebumps appear all over your body and you decide to take the heat right here.

The moment your fingers touch Jungkook’s hard chest, it becomes all too real. The warmth, thumps of his heartbeat and the way his chest raises up and down. He’s attentively watching you, wondering what your next step is.

Moving your fingers up, gliding over his damped skin as the droplets fade and sink into the warmth of his tanned complexion. They pause at the line of his neck, where a vein pulses faintly beneath your touch—steady and alive. Your hand slips around to cradle the side of his neck, fingers weaving into his hair you reach as you tighten the grip on it.

Suddenly everything goes still. Breath held and eyes locked, you both move at once as instinct overrides hesitation. Mouths clashing together, you have to convince yourself for a split second that this is happening. The familiarity of his mouth brings you comfort, yet shoots excitement through your entire body as it molds into your lips effortlessly. 

You wonder how you’ve managed to not knock each other’s teeth out. Your body is pressed against Jungkook’s, wet clothes sticking to him as well now. He grips the back of your head, holding you in place as you’re desperate for more.

One minute he’s gripping your hair, bringing a tight pressure to your roots–and suddenly his hands are on your hips, hoisting you up. The impact of your ass hitting the counter makes you groan, though it’s muffled by Jungkook’s mouth. 

Your tongues meet, messy and breathlessly–both of you barely catching any breath but you keep going. Almost as if you’re both scared that if you stop, all of this stops with it. 

You won’t allow that. 

He hoists you up, your mouths glued together as he guides you through the beach house as if he remembers every corner perfectly. Perhaps he does. What he surely does remember is every inch of your body. 

His arms stay securely wrapped around your thighs, holding you up the entire way to the bathroom. Settling you down, you hold onto his biceps tightly to prevent yourself from falling. Your legs feel like jelly, looking for balance that takes a moment.

Jungkook holds your waist until you chuckle lightly, wiping the corner of your lips. They tickle from the intense make-out you’ve just experienced. Watching him back away with a satisfied smirk, he licks his own lips as he tucks thumbs under his waistband. You eat up the sight with hungry eyes, not ashamed to enjoy the sight that gives him enough of a green light–daring him to continue.

He does. 

Even though the clothes stick to his body, as if refusing to give up, he does it effortlessly and the clothes glide down to his ankles. It gathers there and he steps outside it, moving it aside. But that detail is long forgotten as you shamelessly eye his exposed length. 

He’s hard. Something you’ve felt on your way here–but seeing it in person after some time, you’re close to dropping down your knees. 

“Your turn.”

You find his eyes, mirroring just as much hunger as your own eyes have. 

The dress you have on lacks any zipper, which makes it harder to take off especially in its current drenched state. “You might have to help me.”

“Thought you would give me a show.”

“Perhaps next time.”

Now you’re just teasing–both of you rather focusing on the present than worrying about what happens next. You’re not supposed to do this right now. 

He walks up to you in just two steps, careful and slow steps, causing your head to tilt up. He doesn’t kiss you. He doesn’t even touch your face and judging by the light smugness, he’s doing it purposely. Instead, his hands remove the straps, letting them drop down your shoulders. Tugging where the edge covers your chest, he tugs it down. It’s not going as smoothly and for a moment, you giggle as he wiggles your body ever so slightly. 

A soft chuckle rumbles but all amusement fades as he drops onto his one knee, tugging the dress down your breasts and waist. Exposing your perked up nipples, begging for attention–the dress pool down at your feet. 

Suddenly he stands up, eyes dropping down your figure as he wipes his bottom lip with his thumb. “God, I’ve missed this sight.”

That pleases you very much. Finding more boldness in you, you trail finger down his abs. “You know what I missed?”

Before he answers, you drop down to your knees–living for his speechless and admiring state. It boosts up your confidence even more, not in submission but in power. The kind of power that comes from knowing exactly what effect you have. 

Your confidence isn’t loud or forced. It’s not proving anything. It’s simply there—in your posture, in your gaze, in the easiness of your movements. You know you're seen. You meant to be seen.

“Fuck.” Jungkook mutters, closing his eyes and you take it as an opportunity to wrap your hand around his cock.

Giving him a few teasing pumps, you hear him silently curse under his breath. 

“You’re a fucking tease.”

Not answering, deciding to show him in actions rather than words, you welcome him in your mouth. That makes him pry his eyes open, no matter how much they beg to stay closed and bask in the ecstasy you bring him. Familiary and knowingly, he grips your hair at the back of your head and tries his best not to fuck your mouth. 

Tears spring in your eyes as he’s getting too deep in your throat. Your knees start to burn as they rub against the tiles, but it’s pushed aside as you feed off his reactions. Vulnerable, raw and beautiful. 

“Fuck, ba–” he stops himself and you swear your heartbeats skips a beat. “Okay, stand up.” 

You stare, frowning a little because that’s not what you were planning. He begs you with his eyes. “I’m not gonna cum so quickly.”

“You would?” you feign surprise, even though it does surprise you a little. Teasingly, you fumble with your fingers as you give him an innocent look.

He purses his lips, “It’s been a while.”

It has been for you too. 

“Don’t look so shocked.”

“Do I?” you question, not moving an inch as he closes the proximity and presses his thumb on your nipple. 

You bite down your lip, quicking your breaths. 

“You had orgasms, didn't you?”

He shakes his head with a smile, “My hand doesn’t do its job. Not like you do anyway.”

“Jungkook.” you whisper at the confession, growing weaker each second and every time he confesses such things. 

He’s always been doing a perfect job at that. Most men would be embarrassed, seeing it as a potential weakness. They’re the men right? Women crumble beneath their feet. They’re the weakness. Not women.

It’s not like that with Jungkook. 

He’s not doing it from pure horniness. He’s honest and unafraid to say it–even show it. 

One second his hand plays with your nipple, the second it’s between your legs and cursing once he feels the wetness coating his fingers. 

“Just–”

“Hm?”

“–just fuck me.” you almost beg, not caring how desperate you sound. 

He listens. He connects your lips and backs you into the big shower. He turns the tap and cold water coats your bodies as you shriek in shock. 

“Jeon!”

He laughs, “Sorry. Haven’t heard that one in a while.”

He backs you to the wall, eyeing you like a prey. 

“Jeon?” you ask, “Pretty sure you’ve heard it recently.”

“Not in this way anyway.”

“What way?”

“Playful. Seductive.”

“Seductive?” you giggle.

“Yeah,” he nods, hand finding its way back between your lips. You bite onto them harshly, moaning. “Though I prefer Kook.”

“How about Kookie?” you manage to get out through moans as he slips finger inside your walls. 

He grips your neck, gently but his touch is there. “Don’t mess with me.”

Shaking his head, he does so as if he wants to remove everything that involves the one nickname you’ve never called him. It’s so fun to tease him, especially in this position. He hoists up your thigh over his hip, holding it there harshly as he adds another finger. 

“Fuck–I’m not–” You don’t even get to finish sentence, totally crumbling under his touch. He kisses your cheek bone, nibbling on your earlobe next and before you realize, you’re coming undone in seconds. 

Hand wrapping around his wrist as he slows down his pace, you breathe and open your eyes, realizing the water is lukewarm and no longer cold. Wrapping your arm around his neck, you bring him closer and kiss him. 

“Now fuck me.”

“You sure?”

“Did you bring me in here and get naked just for this?”

He laughs, “Just for this? Ouch. You came in under a minute.”

You gasp, “It was more than a minute.”

He shakes his head teasingly, not saying anything about it. “It’s fine. I would’ve too.” 

And you know he’s not talking about being in your position, boosting his ego. He’s talking to you on your knees and sucking him off. 

“Now turn around and let me fuck you.”

You obey without any complaints, gasping as he holds your hips and pushes you to him. Your palms slide down the tiles and try to hold your balance there. You can feel his cock against your ass cheeks, hovering there and twitching at the contact of your skin.

“Listen–” he starts, “I don’t have–”

You turn around, eyes barely opened as your walls clench around nothing, wetness sliding down your thighs. His eyes meet yours as they slowly move down between your bodies. Realizing he’s talking about the lack of protection, you’re not sure if you’re touched that he hasn’t brought any of those–for whatever reasons–or bothered that he even mentioned it and you didn’t even think of it.

“Fuck me, Jungkook.”

Both of you know what this means. You’re consumed by the lust and excitement, not wanting to waste another second. Somewhere outside, you can hear rain pouring even through the droplets hitting your bodies and shower tiles.

No words exchanged, just the touch on your hips that is reassuring that he’s right there and he’s not going anywhere anytime soon. It’s a faint touch, almost unnoticeable, but you feel it clearly as his thumbs give your skin a soft caress. 

That’s all you feel before he slowly starts entering you. Both of you curse, stopping any movements to catch a breath. 

“You good?”

“Yeah, just go slow.” you assure him, breathing out as you could cry from feeling him like this again. You never thought it would happen, not any time soon anyway, even though deep inside you’ve always hoped for it. 

He moves deeper and slow just like you asked, filling you up to the brim as you feel a deep groan behind you. Your muscles relax, begging for more and with no words needed, he pulls out and thrusts in. Each time quicker and more deep, using your moans as his personal guide.

The slap of skin meeting echoes in the bathroom, your moans joining in as his grunts and touch become heaven to your senses. Bodies colliding, he reaches for your breast and plays with it, grasping it tightly as he gives your ass a loud wet slap. 

“Fuck–you’re perfect.”

You want to tell him to shut up. Purely because it’s enough to make you come and you beg mentally. Please let this last longer. It can’t be forever but just a little bit longer. A little bit more. 

Your mind goes pathetic over him.

He fucks you hard, each movements becoming more erratic and passionate–causing you to hold yourself against the tiles with hands spread, preventing your head from smashing agaisnt the wet tiles. Your breasts move with each thrust, feeling his fingers digging into the skin of your ass and hips, wondering if it's going to bruise later. 

It doesn’t hurt in a bad way. It brings you closer to the edge if anything. 

“I’m gonna–” He groans, not being able to finish as he’s too close to reaching his high. Instead, he kisses down your neck and gently bites the skin there.

“Come inside.” 

“W–what,” he stutters, wondering if he’s heard you right.

If you’ve wanted to try this, now is the right time. He’s the right person to do it with. Or perhaps your mind is clouded with lust, not really thinking of your actions. But you don’t care. You need him. You need to feel all of him. 

And if this happens only once–let this be the time.

“Come inside, Kook.”

“Fuck–” 

You barely get to finish your sentence, hearing him curse and go absolutely feral makes your mind blank. It’s ridiculous how out of your body you suddenly feel. It’s like a dream–maybe it’s the lack of sex in your life lately, you desperately tell yourself.

Or it’s just the fact you completely gave yourself to him. It’s just sex. But another world to you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Somewhere in this time, you blabber something out of your mouth, not even sure what you’re saying–your mind completely fucked. You turn your head to the side as you feel Jungkook's mouth on your shoulder, biting you everywhere he has access. As your mouth gets closer, both of your mouths clash together–barely even kissing but making most of it.

Your body tenses and relaxes right after, surrendering yourself to the man behind you as you orgasm all over his cock. Wetness shoots out of you and you shiver, legs growing weak as you suddenly feel warmth exploding inside you. It makes your walls clench repeatedly as Jungkook continues thrusting, filling you to the brim. Mouths just there, not being able to comprehend the rush of lust, unmoving and breathing moans into each other’s mouth. 

He stays there for a second, wrapping his hand around your waist to balance you. He gives your lips a gentle kiss. “I’m gonna pull out, yeah?”

All you can do is nod, a noticeable pulse between your legs. He pulls out gently, kissing your shoulder as he hisses silently at the feeling. You feel wetness pouring out of you, washed by the water as some of it glides down your thighs.

Turning around, Jungkook helps you as your back meets the wall. Both of your eyes’ are barely opened, still bathing in the ecstasy the orgasm has brought. He comes closer, pressing your bodies together as you naturally hug him closer.

“That’s the best sex I ever had,” he confesses.

“Same.” you agree right away, breathlessly, trying to wrap your head around what just happened.

Jungkook steps back, just a little, enough to reach the shower gel he squirts on his palm. Putting away the bottle, he warms the gel between his hands before gently massaging your shoulders. As he spreads the fresh-scented liquid across your skin, you sigh, your body melting beneath his touch.

“I can’t believe we did that,” you whisper, voice barely heard over the sounds of water.

“Regrets already brooming?” he jokes, voice raspy and deep.

You shake your head, closing your eyes for a moment as he works on your muscles, moving down your arms.

“This is one of the few things I won’t ever regret.”

That catches him by surprise—just enough for his eyebrows to lift before they relax, and he looks... relieved.

“I feel the same.” he says, motioning you to turn around. 

You do, not arguing as he massages your back. God, you’re going to fall asleep as soon as your body meets the mattress. 

“I’m starting to understand how most men insist on having… raw sex.”

Jungkook chuckles softly behind you, clearly finding your shyness—and your reluctance to say it—amusing. “So–what do you think about it?”

Your cheeks heat up, acting as if you didn’t just experience it on your own moments ago. “I–I love it.”

Jungkook reaches out, softly cupping your breasts. Your back straightens, breath catching in your throat as his name slips past your lips.

“You can scratch it off your list.”

Your eyes open at that, a playful chuckle escaping your lips. “You remember?”

“I do.”

“The deal is off.” you remind him, as if it’s supposed to mean something. 

“I like to make dreams come through.” 

Something softens inside you. Is it ridiculous to think he’s being thoughtful? Especially when it comes to this topic? His answer is supposed to come out jokingly, yet they hold some truth to it. And you wouldn’t want this to happen with anyone else at the moment. You’re glad it’s him. 

And despite everything–your fears, doubts and who knows what else–you don’t think you will ever regret this decision. 

God. There’s so much happening inside you—like your body’s being electrified from within, in the most incredible way. If you could, you’d let it happen again. And again. And again.

That scares you. But you don’t let that thought hover over your head for too long. 

He moves down your stomach–his touch smooth as silk–there’s nothing sexual about it but you’re fighting back the urge to push him just to have sex again.

Silence follows, just the two of you enjoying each other’s company as Jungkook pampers you. Once he’s done, he gently guides you right after the big square shower head as the water streams washes off the remaining foam.

Your eyes meet, a silent connection between you makes you both smile. As Jungkook goes to reach for the shower gel, you’re faster. You copy his actions from before as his mouth parts in silent surprise. 

“You–”

“It’s only fair I take care of you too.”

He chuckles as his eyes drift downward. You realize you’re witnessing him being shy—which doesn’t happen often—and the sudden realization makes you smirk.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Uh-uh.” You shake your head, spreading the gel across his chest, feeling all the muscles flex beneath your soft touch. “I like to repay.”

“You can barely stand on your feet,” he comments, prompting you to smack his chest. He laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners.

Somehow, with wet raven-black hair and flexing muscles, he manages to look both hot and cute with that toothy grin.

“Thanks to who?”

Now he’s the one who smirks. “I’m not complaining about that.”

“You cocky bastard.”

As your laughter naturally and softly dies down, you move down toward his lower abs where his V line is, wondering if you just should–

“Don’t.”

“Huh?” You’ve been caught. How does he know what you’re thinking of?

“I don’t think you’re ready for a second round.”

You grin, “Is that a challenge?”

“We do have a plan tomorrow,” he reminds, “Besides. Wasn’t this supposed to be a one time thing?”

He’s straight–forward. But you should’ve learned that a long time ago. It’s not a matter of lately, maybe a while after your deal started, but Jungkook has been going straight to the point. 

You gulp, shamelessly admitting; “I could make an exception.”

He smiles, reaching toward your cheek as his thumb rubs your cheek bone. “Tell me tomorrow.”

“Why tomorrow?”

“When your mind is not clouded by the first experience of raw sex.” 

You poke him in the ribs, causing him to flinch as he laughs. “I’m serious.”

“You think I don’t think straight?” you challenge him with a raise of your brow.

“Y/N, the first time I went raw I thought I could go like that until sunrise.”

“Did you?”

You’re not sure if you want to hear about his previous sex life. Is it fit to be discussed in this position? 

“I mean–were you able to…”

He smiles, “Guess.”

You gulp, not sure if the steam comes from the water or from you. 

He finishes your previous task while you shampoo your hair, not caring that you should’ve done it beforehand. It’s not your fault things turned into the best sex of your life.

Still, you can’t help sneaking glances—because, for some reason, Jungkook doesn’t pull you into bed to go another round.

So, rather than just standing there like an idiot waiting for him to wash himself, you turn around and busy yourself.

Out of sight, out of mind… right?

Once you’re both done, Jungkook helps you out of the shower. You’ve clearly underestimated yourself—because the moment you try to take a step, your legs feel like jelly. You can move, but the aftermath of what just happened still lingers.

He wraps a towel around your warm body, steam rising from your skin as if you'd just been extinguished. Both of you start to dry yourselves off and once you’re done, Jungkook hangs towels on a rack, gently taking it from you.

Your eyes start to drop as you make your way to the bathroom, too lazy and sleepy to dress yourself. “Will you mind if I don’t wear pajamas?” 

Jungkook drops beside you on his front, hugging a pillow. “Are you trying to kill me?”

You sleepily laugh, “No?”

“Alright, I will keep my hands to myself.”

I never said you should, you think, but the smile you make says it all. Pulling up the covers, you make yourself comfortable. Within a minute, Jungkook’s comforting scent and slow breathing lull you to sleep.

Your arms brush gently as you both settle close, the warmth of his forearm resting lightly against yours. Neither of you reach for hands, but the quiet contact speaks volumes. Safe and warm–you drift deeper, wrapped in the silence between breaths.

Beach waves come up as your consciousness rises awake, heard in the distance of your opened double wing door. As someone who doesn’t believe in air conditioning turned on while sleeping, you asked Jungkook to open the door instead.

By the time you came out of the shower, the only trace of rain was the fresh air and wet sand you saw out of the window. 

The air is slightly more fresh and a faint breeze brushes past your exposed shoulder. Although, the sun shining through the glass and thin curtains warms your skin. 

Cracking your eyes open, you’re met with bright sun which causes you to squint at the clock beside your bed. 

Fuck! It’s almost eleven. 

One thing's for sure. Your sleep felt like heaven and you not even once woke up during the night. 

“Tell me it’s at least eight.” Jungkook’s groggy and raspy voice resounds from beside you, sheets rustling under his body moving. 

“Hate to disappoint. Close to eleven.”

“Fuck.” he groans. “I could sleep for days.”

You laugh, “Same. Shame we have to leave tomorrow.”

“Mhm,” he hums, coming closer as he presses a soft kiss onto your shoulder. You shudder, smiling immediately and hoping Jungkook can’t see it, so he could brag about it later.

“Jungkook.” you warn him.

“I’m a good boy.”

His actions say the opposite as he presses another kiss. And then another. And another. 

Turning on your back, you push his head away gently and laugh at his pout. “Are you hard or what?”

“I’m getting there.”

And when you least expect it, you feel the pad of his fingers touch your thigh ever so gently. 

He comes closer, lips brushing over your ear. “Are you wet?”

“Maybe,” you whisper, “I’m tired though.” Tired for sex is what you mean.

One movement and Jungkook pulls you closer, your back now facing his chest as you feel his hand between your legs. You might be tired but your legs open on their own, welcoming him there as he chuckles in satisfaction and slightly in a cocky manner. 

“So am I.”

He enters you with his fingers, a soft moan leaving your mouth. No other words exchanged, you grab his wrist after a moment. Jungkook grabs your inner thigh and raises it, entering you gently and slowly. 

Moans fill up the bedroom as he keeps his pace slow, hitting all the right spots in the softest yet meaningful way. The two of you don’t hold for a long time and the pace quickens up with time and each thrust. Moans get louder and breathing harder.

Your hand goes into Jungkook’s hair and you grip it tightly as he kisses your neck, both of you reaching for the high. You come first, just in the right time for Jungkook to pull out and come all over between your legs. 

“Fuck.” he says, breathing into your neck as he kisses you there.

“Mhm, that was good.”

Jungkook stays laying behind you, your hand caging his arm as you hold him. Without any other words, the two of you sleep into another slumber.

It’s way past lunch time, yet here you are.

Jungkook shirtless, freshly out of the shower, making the two of you cereal bowls. The sun casts a golden glow over the kitchen and Jungkook’s skin, reminding you of the beautiful weather outside. 

In other cases, you would say it’s a shame since half of the day is gone. But in this case, you don’t care at all. 

You don’t want to think. You purposely block your thoughts, not allowing them to cloud your mind even if it’s just for a moment. This peaceful vibe should last as long as possible. 

The center of your attention is a man, you don’t want to fight with or discuss things that have been discussed already. He moves with ease around the kitchen, as if it’s his own home and you realize, you barely had a chance to experience the calmness of a morning. 

The first days you tried to experience as much of Hawaii, there was not a place for calmness and then after what happened, you both went kind of separate ways of exploring this incredible island. 

He turns around with a ceramic white bowl, catching your gaze as he cracks a soft smile. Your mouth waters at the sight of the first meal of the day. It’s your fault though. You’ve been ignoring your rumbling stomach and prioritize more minutes under the sheets. Besides different stuff.

“How about we stayed a little longer?” 

He gently pushes the bowl in your direction, swiftly turning around and grabbing his own. Palm covering the entire bottom of the bowl, Jungkook starts eating while standing as he chuckles at your surprised look of bewilderment. 

“W–How?”

Jungkook’s jaw hardens as he munches on the cereal, shrugging lightly as if his simple suggestion is exactly that… simple. 

“I’ll call the resort and see if we can stay longer.”

“But what about our flight?”

“We won’t go. I’ll book a different flight.”

You stare, brow raised at the simplicity of it all. But from your point of view, it’s anything but simple. 

“What about the money?” you state the obvious, “It will just be out of the window–just like that.”

Jungkook continues eating, his head pointing toward your very late breakfast, urging you to eat. Hesitantly, you grab a spoon and start eating. 

“I will pay for it.”

“No!” you protest with a full mouth. “Are you crazy?”

“Guess I am,” he grins, “Look. I do think we should stay longer and honestly, I don’t care about the extra money.”

“But I do and I won’t let you pay for my tickets. You’ve already paid enough and you know how much I hate it.”

“Don’t you wanna stay longer?”

You chuckle in disbelief, “Of course, I do. Who wouldn’t?”

“See?”

“Kook–it’s not all that this is about.” 

He smiles.

“Why are you smiling?”

“You called me Kook again.”

You roll your eyes, laughing at the soft sparkles in his eyes that show enthusiasm. “So?”

“I’ve missed it,” he admits and your heart softens. “We came here to relax, have fun… I admit, things have turned out differently than we both wanted when we first came here–but I don’t care about that right now. We still have a few things to do and after all, I want us to remember this vacation as something nice to remember and look back,”

You understand. You do. But you can’t let him just pay for everything and you’re not in a position where you can afford to extend your stay. Out of the friends, he has always been the most responsible with his money which can’t be said about Jimin or Taehyung. 

Jungkook’s reasoning is not silly and you fully understand it. Just the circumstances are a little–inconvenient. 

“Because currently, there are only a few moments I would like to look back on once we’re home.”

Moving your gaze toward the milk, you move your spoon around in it and purse your lips. You just can’t look at those puppy brown eyes that watch you intensively. 

“I might’ve sent an email to the owner, asking if we could stay longer so–”

“Jungkook!” you exclaim in disbelief, almost laughing at the cheeky flush of his cheeks. “When did you have the time to do that?”

Memories of yesterday flash through your mind and you sheepishly smile under your nose, quickly looking at your uneaten breakfast. 

“When you fell asleep. I just knew we should stay longer.” 

He moves closer to you, putting away the empty bowl.

“U-huh.”

“What,” Jungkook laughs but not stopping himself and at your failed attempt to stop him. 

“Don’t come closer.”

“What are you scared of?”

“You,” you point out clearly. “Your attempts to convince me always work–you know I can’t–”

“Resist my charms?”

“I was gonna say can’t say no, but whatever helps you sleep at night.”

He stands behind you now, a deep chuckle resounding from behind you. “We both know what helps.” he whispers.

“Jungkook,” you scold him under your breath.

“Hm?”

“Stop it.”

He laughs, moving away. “I suggest taking a rest today. We could have a swim or go for a walk. And if we stayed longer–see? I’m still letting you decide–we could go to the restaurant that has the best seafood. You once said you wanna try everything they possibly have. I’ve still got some fun things for us to do. If you’re interested in hearing them, I will tell you.”

“You’re annoying.” you grumble. 

“One of my charms as well.”

“That’s one of Taehyung’s–actually I have a few people on my mind.”

“See? So I’m not that annoying after all.”

You bite your lip, watching him go back to his place. 

“I’m scared we will fight again.”

Jungkook’s features soften. Crossing his arms over his chest, he gives you an apologetic smile. “We will do everything in our power not to. No pushing anyone else onto ourselves.”

“Noted.” you nod, embarrassingly from your past mistakes that are still not in the past. 

“So what are you saying? We have a deal?”

You chuckle, “I think we should not make deals anymore. Look at us.”

“Freshly fucked, glowing from the incredible sex? I am looking and I’m loving it.”

Grabbing the used napkin scrunched into a ball, you throw it at his. He catches it, laughing. “So?”

“I will find a way to pay you back.”

He just smiles, refusing you to do so but he doesn’t say otherwise. You both know how this goes. Jungkook can be persistent but also very stubborn. And you hope the only fight that’s possibly waiting for you around the corner, is this. You want to pay him and him declining your every attempt.

“Now eat.” he ushers you, “Your cereal will get soggy and we know you don’t like it.”

“You know what I don’t like?”

“You will tell me all about it but I have to make a call–so now excuse me. Don’t miss me too much, I will be just in the other room. And don’t forget–pool or a walk. Whatever you pick. We have a little bit more time.”

He cheerfully walks away while saying it, waving at you from behind as you watch him with the biggest smile. Laughing under your breath, you start eating. Your mouth turns downwards at the sogginess of your breakfast, but you dig into it right away.

Jungkook has managed to successfully extend your stay. You’re yet to inform your friends about it, knowing they’ll ask unnecessary questions. Jimin is supposed to pick you up, so you’ll have to let him know eventually and soon enough. 

The morning had to be the best morning you’ve experienced in a while. Just the thought of it makes your cheeks warm. There’s a lingering wooden scent of Jungkook lingering on your skin, even after the shower you’ve taken. Must be your hair that you haven’t bothered to wash. 

It’s like he imprints himself in your skin every time something like this happens.

And here’s that word. Every time.

You’ve tried so much to put a pause on this, too afraid to lose the remains of friendship the two of you have. Is this a real friendship? Jungkook is still the same man you’ve known for years now. But the memories and paths you’ve both taken are completely different. 

No. No. No. No.

Don’t overthink it. Don’t name it.

Just live in the present and you will deal with it later. 

After the late breakfast, you’ve taken a walk along the beach. Bare feet and tangled hair with the breeze cooling down your warm skin. You’ve talked about a bunch of random things. 

You like that. 

You’ve missed that.

You just roamed around the Island, its street and it made you feel light. You’ve bounced right back where you were, pushing all the stupid arguments you’ve managed to have here in the back of your head. That goes for all of you. 

Yet it doesn’t feel staged or you’re trying to get better purposely. It feels natural. Like everything has been sort of wiped away by the gentle touch and kisses you’ve shared. 

Jungkook has made a plan to take you to dinner. You’ve gushed about wanting to try more seafood even before you’ve boarded the plane. He remembered. 

His thoughtfulness and kindness makes you want to rip your hair off for your past intentions. It was a bad decision that was supposed to be a good one. 

Putting down the compact mirror you’ve brought outside to do your make-up, you wipe off the remains of your red lipstick on your point finger. You like to dab it in to make it look more blended out. 

Glancing back through the open slide door, you find Jungkook laughing at his phone. His features crinkle in an unguarded and sincere way you’ve grown so used to. 

Is it something he’s watching?

And then you hear a faint voice of his, inaudible for you to hear what he's saying and for a quick moment, you think of someone who has made him laugh. That thought of her alone makes your stomach squeeze and hundreds of thoughts start to race in your mind.

Shutting them down, you grab your make-up bag and toss the mirror inside it. 

“Right–thanks. Bye!” Jungkook waves at the phone and before you can make out who it was, the call’s over.

And then there are those thoughts again. Before you let them in once again, you simply just ask. 

“Who was it?”

Jungkook looks up, noticing your presence and he’s quite out of words. He stares, eyes dancing across your face before they take your entire figure in – slowly and deliberately, like he’s seeing you for the first time after a long absence. 

His mouth parts slightly, as if to say your name, but no sound comes out. He just watches you, and for a second, the background noise of waves fades into silence. 

“You look–” he stops, “Wow.”

A rush of heat blooms the apple of your cheeks and your gaze falls down your figure. “It’s–nothing.”

Both of you know that’s a lie. 

You’ve opted for a tight dress with a little gathering around the waist. It has a creme yellowish color, great for Hawaii vibes. 

Jungkook shakes himself out of daze to stand up. Tossing the phone back on the couch like it’s the least interesting thing on the planet, like he hasn’t had his eyes glued to it just a minute ago.

He comes closer and your stomach clenches, knowing that whenever he’s this close you’re a fucking mess. 

“I’m starting to get scared every time you get close.” It’s supposed to come out as a joke, a faint chuckle leaving your lips but it sounds nothing like it. It’s a confession said in a light almost scandalized tone.

“Why?” he chuckles, “Am I that irresistible?”

That cracks a laugh on your lips, gently nudging his chest. But he catches you by your wrist, leaving them against his chest as you feel his heartbeat underneath the layer of cotton. It’s rhythmic, calm and nothing like yours. 

“You’re unbelievable.” 

He smiles, eyes not leaving yours.

“It’s just–you’re dangerous.”

Every time he is close or touches you ever so gently, you crumble. You yearn for his touch, proximity and warmth. He brings you comfort. Disguised as a forgery of silent hopes, pretending it’s just something you’re used to. 

And the look he’s got in his eyes, you’re aware he knows exactly what you mean. He is dangerous. The two of you together are dangerous. 

“You look beautiful.”

You fight it, but the smile stretches on your lips and you have to look sideways, to laugh it off. Amusement spreads across his face and own lips, as he waits for you to look back at him. 

“I rarely see you getting shy.”

“Shut up.” you silence him, this time properly nudging him to play it off cool. He laughs and lets you.

“What kind of compliments have you heard these past few days?” he jokes, causing you to frown at him. “You’re acting as if you never heard one compliment in your life.”

“Yah!” you scold him, trying to fight back a smile. It’s just his face and the fact he’s absolutely having the time of his life to make fun of you. His eyes scrunch at the ends, smile wide and nose scrunched as he laughs.

“I’ve heard lots of compliments.”

“Why are you acting like you haven’t then?”

And you know the answer to that immediately. It’s not what the person says. It’s who the person is. 

“Because they never made me feel like this.”

The confession takes him by surprise, but soon enough is replaced by the smug smile.

“Oh, don’t look so smug!”

“I knew it.” he says triumphally.

“Knew what?”

“You just didn’t vibe with him.”

“Yeah, yeah.” you wave him off, brushing past him to avoid any further mention of Gabriel.

He’s a nice guy and surely, you’ve appreciated his compliments. It’s just that they never quite landed the way they were meant to. Or maybe your mind and everything else is tainted by Jungkook.

“Are you going in a t-shirt?” You change the subject, noticing his choice of clothing he’s had since you came back. Home clothes. 

He glances down, eyebrows drawn in a mix of horror and amusement at the ridiculous thought of showing up to dinner wearing this.

“No. I called the guys, and told them about us staying a little longer.”

Your ears perk up at that, “What did they say?”

“You mean were they questioning the sudden change? Of course. Just told them we weren’t able to see everything we wanted.”

“Wasn’t Taehyung–I don’t know–suspicious?”

“He was teasing as usual. Why?”

You shrug, scratching your forearm in a subtle way. “I sort of told him we were–having a hard time?” you sheepishly admit, “I just told him that I made a mistake.”

Jungkook tilts his head to the side, visibly sensing your sheepishness and uncertainty stirred by the details you shared with Taehyung.

“And we’re past it, yeah?” he assures you, smiling in the process. 

Nodding in confirmation, he puts a gentle hand over your shoulder, squeezing it. “Then don’t worry about it.”

“What I meant to say before, is that no, I am not wearing this.” he laughs, “We got caught up in a talk. Jimin is at Taehyung’s right now, you know how it is with them. Especially when Taehyung starts talking.”

You laugh, “Yeah. Go change or we’re gonna be late!”

“Yes, ma’m.” he salutes. 

Laughing in disbelief, you watch him disappear behind the bedroom’s door. In the meantime, you prepare your heels for the night and browse through your phone. Jungkook finishes getting ready in a few minutes, clasping his watch on his wrist as he joins you in the main room.

It amazes you how men are able to get ready quickly. You’re not someone who takes an eternity to get ready, but men are on a quick mission here.

He looks effortlessly amazing—he even managed to slick some gel into his hair to sweep it off his forehead. He’s dressed in a crisp, lightweight linen shirt—its creme white fabric contrasts with his tanned complexion. The top buttons of his shirt are casually undone, revealing more of his skin. 

He catches your gaze, raising a curious brow. 

Before he can ask, a smirk decorates your lips as your voice is intertwined with amused romance. “You look beautiful.”

He catches onto the joke, you repeating his previous words and the conversation he teased you so much about. He scrunches his nose, yet a playful smile warms up his face as he shakes his head at you.

“What? Too girly?” you tease.

“I’m not sure if any man wants to be called beautiful.”

“How would you want to be called?”

“Try more masculine compliments.”

“Such as? Handsome?”

He laughs, “Yeah, that could work.”

“Or–fucking hot?” 

His eyes light up, clearly savoring that one more for sure.

“Irresistably hot?”

“Keep them coming and we won’t make it to dinner.”

You almost choke up, giggling as he reaches for the leather loafers. They’re black, sleek but breathable for the warm evening.

“Is this how much it takes to wind you up?”

“No. It’s those eyes you’re giving me.”

What eyes, you want to ask. However that would be pointless, because you both know exactly what eyes he means. Even though you thought you were being more subtle about it, it turns out he reads you effortlessly and despite so much happening in the past few days, everything seems to be just the same. 

“What. We are coming here?” Despair laced in your voice, you screech in horror once you spot the familiar place you’ve visited just yesterday. 

You fidget with the car’s door handle nervously, not really convinced to eat here out of all restaurants. Jungkook is faster than you, opening the car’s door for you like the true gentleman he was raised to be. 

“Why here?” You can’t help but ask. 

He remains calm, undoubtedly has heard you now and before. He shuts the door just as gently, your question hanging in the air for a moment. “I was meant to take you here before.”

“Oh,” Your eyes widen at the new information. “You were?”

He sighs, almost as if he’s not very pleased to share further details. “I reserved it for us.”

It brings bitter memories and you realize that’s why. The ‘us’ holds a meaning and your mind goes spiral, before you settle on a possibility that could be true. 

“When?” you ask. It’s simply questioned but there’s an urgency that wants you to prove you’re right.

Even Jungkook looks at you with that look that says ‘You’ve figured it out’.

“Yesterday.”

The night he took Nara instead. That was for you? You were supposed to be at that table?

For a short while, your eyes close gently in disappointment of how everything has turned out to be worse. The night he planned for you in advance for you just to blow it. You both ended up going with different people.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” he chuckles gently. 

“For how it turned out.”

His eyes soften, diving into that expression of despair and regret. 

“Well, don’t be.” he says simply, causing you to mockingly chuckle. 

If it was that easy. 

It’s not like you blame yourself for everything. Both of you acted stupid and things escalated. You might’ve started it but you’re both to be held accountable. 

“Besides, I reserved a table again to make better memories here.”

“Better memories?” you question with doubts laced in your voice. He gives you a questioning look, silently asking you to elaborate. “You didn’t seem as if you weren’t having fun the first time.”

He rolls his eyes. “It wasn’t going how it was meant to be.”

“And how was it meant to be?” 

He clacks his tongue against his inner cheek as annoyance crosses over that handsome face. “We both know how. I’m not talking about Nara.”

Your heart jumps at that happily, mocking her pleasantly in your mind. God, you really can be awful sometimes!

“Wipe that smug look off your face.”

Gasping, you stutter over your words – ready to come up with a set of lies. 

“Come on, we’re gonna be late.” He ushers you, effortlessly dismissing your weak attempt to prove him otherwise. 

All you can do is to follow him in the tracks with a sour look on your face, mainly caused by a light embarrassment of him just knowing. He awaits for you at the entrance, motioning for you to go first as the front door is being held open by the doorman. At least there’s a different person that greets you.

The idea of them realizing you both came here with different people twice makes you sheepish but laugh at the same time. 

As you enter the restaurant, you can’t shake off the feelings you’ve felt here. It’s like a bitter reminder of what happened that evening–both of you coming here with different people. And now that you know it was meant to be you and Jungkook all along, it lifts the weight of the bitterness. 

This is Jungkook’s try and your chance to make this memorable. Because god, this restaurant deserves it. Their reviews say it all–it’s a shame your own experience started as it did. Not that the evening wasn’t nice–or Gabriel–but it simply just reminds you of your previous situation. 

The host greets you with a warm smile and a fresh orchid pinned to his linen white shirt. Jungkook gives him his name which makes the host hum in confirmation as he checks the paper. Right away, you’re being guided down the porch as the familiar tables and scenery welcomes you. 

The main dining area is lively and elegant, just as you remember it to be. The scent of plumeria and grilled seafood fills the air, and a live ukulele player strums gentle melodies that drift on the salty wind.

“Where are we going?” you whisper, hand grabbing Jungkook’s forearm for support as you’re being guided through a stone path, the turquoise ocean now dark as the moon shines bright. 

“You will see.” he whispers back, copying your tone as you roll your eyes and admire the beauty around you. 

As you follow the curved stone path, flanked by dancing torchlight and vibrant hibiscus, the lively hum fades, giving way to a hush meant for two.

You get a perfect sight of a private cabana, see a similar one in the distance, as your mouth drops. The cabana is open-air, you would guess it’s mostly designed for couples seeking intimacy. Each cabana is its own little world: standing on the beach and close to the ocean, with sheer white curtains that can be drawn for privacy or left open to the breeze.

A candle glows on the polished wooden table between two wicker chairs, while faint music hums quietly from somewhere just out of sight. Unlike the bustling main space, the private dining area feels hushed and timeless. 

The hosts motions for the cabana, “This one’s for you. You have a special server that is available to you throughout your stay here.”

Speechless and out of breath, you squeeze Jungkook’s forearm as if you begged him to pinch you. Is this how it would feel like dating Jeon Jungkook on a daily basis? 

As the host gives you a respectful nod and bids his goodbye, telling you to enjoy the dinner, a server approaches with graceful ease—barefoot on the soft wooden decking, his movements quiet and fluid, as if not to disturb the moment. 

He wears a crisp, short-sleeved white shirt tucked neatly into tailored linen trousers, the fabric light and breathable in the coastal air. Similar to the ones they were at the main dining area. 

A single orchid is tucked behind one ear, certainly a subtle nod to island tradition.

“Good evening,” he says, bowing his head slightly. “Welcome. May I offer you a glass of champagne to begin?”

“I never want to wake up.” you whisper, hearing Jungkook chuckling lightly.

“Champagne?”

“Mhm.” you squeak, dropping down onto the chair where a plush cushion softens your impact. 

The server pours you a champagne, lightly dropping a strawberry into the glass. He pours it professionally and stands with a perfect posture. 

“Take your time,” he says warmly. “I’ll be just nearby if you need anything—but I’ll give you your space to enjoy the evening.”

He offers you multi-course meals designed to be shared—chilled oysters on the half shell, fresh ahi poke with sesame and avocado, buttery seared scallops, grilled Kona lobster drizzled with a sauce you don’t remember the name of. 

“Yes, thank you. That will be great.” Jungkook smiles, sitting down as he adjusts the sleeves of his shirt.

The server offers a small nod, then steps away quietly, leaving only the sound of waves and soft music in his place.

“What the–” you stop yourself, looking around to check where the server is. You spot his back as he silently walks away to bring you your food and undoubtedly, give you some privacy. “Fuck!”

Jungkook chuckles. 

“What is this, Jungkook?”

He sits back, sucks in his bottom lip as he shrugs. “I wanted something more fancy and this is all they had.”

“This is some kind of place you propose to someone,” you whisper–yell, too shocked to even comprehend what you’re experiencing at the moment. “You’re not planning to propose, are you?”

Jungkook laughs, resting his hand against the clean table as he gently taps his fingers. “No. I am not proposing to you.”

“Good,” you hum, leaning back. He seems to be amused by your reaction, hiding a grin as he keeps watching your awe. “God, Jungkook.”

“You don’t like it?” 

You look at him as if he was crazy. “This is straight out of some kind of movie–or something. I love it–but wow–I can’t believe you’ve pulled this off.”

“Good. One more minute and I would think you hate it here.”

You give him a nasty look, pursing your lips. “How much did you pay for this?”

He leans closer, resting his forearms on the table as he adds with a smile; “None of your business.”

Scoffing, you scratch the top of your ear. “Jungkook… this is one of the nicest things someone has done for me. And I’m not talking about the poshness of this. I just–I don’t think I would ever experience something like this.”

“I am sure you would.” Jungkook says and shrugs as if it’s nothing. You give him a good look at your raised brow.

“You know–this is very romantic…” you note, looking around as your gaze fixes at the lit candle in the end. 

“They don’t really make special cabanas for two best friends who occasionally fuck.”

You start to choke on your saliva, met with Jungkook’s grin as you shake your head. Before you can say anything else, the server comes with a bit of help from someone else from the staff. It’s a woman, she greets you and helps to set up the plates as the fresh scent of sea food fills the air.

Your mouth salivates just from the smell of it. Instead, you reach for the champagne and thank both of them as they finish describing each dish briefly. 

“Jeon Jungkook, I will kill you.”

Jungkook laughs, gulping down the champagne in one go. “Thanks would’ve been fine.”

You both dig into the dishes right away, Jungkook pouring a new champagne out of the iced bucket in the middle of it. 

“To…”

“To us,” you toast, smiling at him. “May we always work it out, no matter how messy we can get.”

“Can’t disagree with that.” he chuckles, both of your glasses clinking as you both take a few gulps. 

You both lean in, turning your attention back to the table as you continue to taste the dishes, savoring the mix of flavors while the sound of waves and your laughter blend softly into the night.

You could get used to this. 

Waves rolling in slow and steady, better than any white noise could ever dream. The sun soaks into your skin, golden and lazy, sinking down to your bones. Naturally. Perhaps after a while, it would become boring and repetitive. The same sounds, the same slow rhythm of days. 

But right now, in this very moment, you’re soaking it all in—every shimmer of sunlight and every breath of salt air.

You crack one eye open, squinting against the blaze of sunlight spilling over your face. The heat stings for a second before you lift a hand to shield your eyes, palm cutting through the glare. When your vision clears, the first thing you see is the pool. 

Sunlight scatters across its surface, complimenting the turquoise color. It’s incredible how clean the pool looks. There’s no imperfection. 

Its surface suddenly breaks with a low splash. Jungkook surfaces with an easy stroke and a breath of air. He stands on the pool stairs, slowly making his way up–too focused, wiping water off his face as he pushes his wet hair back. 

Droplets stream down his shoulders, tracing the lines of his chest and abs before dripping onto the tiles. Your throat goes dry as you shamelessly watch the scene unfold in front of you. You stay stretched out on the lounge chair, head tilted just enough to keep the sun from getting in the way of your view.

A grin curves at the corner of his mouth as he reaches for a towel.

“I see you’re feeling better.”

Bastard. He’s enjoying this.

You reach for the glass of iced water beside you, taking a slow sip. Your throat thanks you instantly as the dryness fades away. You might’ve overdone it yesterday by bringing sushi to the beach house after dinner. 

What? There was so much food that Jungkook practically laughed at you, teasing that you ate like a bird. Ridiculous — this was probably the biggest portion you’d ever taken. And the sushi looked far too good to leave untouched.

You’d heard that at posh restaurants, you’re not really supposed to ask for leftovers. Maybe being a little tipsy didn’t help, because you found yourself voicing the thought to Jungkook. He laughed and, shamelessly, asked them to pack it for you. Of course, they didn’t seem to have a problem with it.

You had no idea what came over you. Your stomach was so full you could have exploded—you kept burping and whining about eating too much. But after a couple of hours, as your stomach slowly started digesting, you couldn’t ignore the sushi set Jungkook had put in the fridge. So, in the middle of the night, you indulged a little.

Your gluttony came with consequences–your stomach ached, and you barely slept. The discomfort was worse during the night, but by the time you both woke up, you’d settled on staying at the beach house, choosing to enjoy the pool instead. Every twist and turn of your stomach reminded you of last night’s indulgence—hence the purely devoted choice of water.

Hence Jungkook’s comment.

Even though he sounds amused now, teasing you for out-eating yourself, he had looked genuinely concerned when he first saw your face scrunch up in discomfort.

“What makes you say that?” you mutter under your breath.

To be honest, you’re slightly embarrassed. Not that all you could think about yesterday was taking Jungkook’s clothes off—and him doing the same to you—you couldn’t wait to get back to the beach house, as shameless as that sounds. Instead, you ended up feeling awful, spending the entire night tossing and turning—not at all in the pleasurable way you had imagined.

Jungkook cocks an eyebrow at you, a knowing smirk hiding behind the beer can as he takes a sip. You watch, mesmerized, as his throat bobs with each gulp. Feeling suddenly too hot, you push yourself up from the chair—maybe a little too quickly, because your stomach protests with an odd flutter. Ignoring it, you dip your toes into the lukewarm water.

Going down the stairs, you get inside the pool–seeing how Jungkook has eyed you the entire time. 

“Who’s staring now?” you muse.

“Who said anything about staring?”

You chuckle. So that’s how he wants to play.

He approaches the pool with a smirk, and your grin slowly fades as a flicker of suspicion crosses your mind.

“What are you doing?” you ask, barely finishing the words.

Before you can react further, Jungkook leaps into the pool, sending a splash that soaks your hair and face. He surfaces, met with the sight of your frowning face. It cracks slightly when you see his wide grin, and the corner of your mouth twitches.

“You wanna laugh! I see it!” he teases.

You laugh, shaking your head. “You’re like a kid sometimes!”

He shakes his head, sending droplets flying from his hair and splashing you in playful revenge. 

“Seriously–hey–”

As the laughter dies down, Jungkook inches closer, his gaze fixed on your face as you wipe away the remnants of his splash. “How are you feeling?” he asks.

“Like I’ve been on a boat for a month.”

“That bad, huh?”

You shrug. “Better than last night, at least.”

Diving into the water, silence surrounds you for a few seconds—until you surface a little too close and bump into Jungkook’s chest.

“Oops,” you tease, though it’s genuinely an accident.

The way he looks at you sends goosebumps down your spine, despite the lukewarm water that’s probably better than most hotel pools. You catch his eyes flicker downward for just a moment, taking in the swell of your chest just peeking above the water.

He reaches, catching a droplet between your breasts, and you inhale sharply at the touch. Your heart races, pounding wildly in your chest as you anticipate his next move. It’s as if he’s weighing whether to continue—or maybe it’s not a question of desire, but of what he should do.

Not wanting him to change his mind—selfishly—you press your hand to his chest, letting your fingers trace over him. He hovers close, so near that leaning in to kiss him feels almost impossible.

He takes the bait—if that’s what it can be called—and wraps his hands around your waist, guiding you toward the side of the pool. 

“I thought you were feeling sick.”

Smiling at that and you hum, “It’s not that bad.”

“You were lying in bed the entire time. You’ve only been out here for, like, an hour.”

And an hour it has been!

“So?”

“You don’t lay in bed for too long. You always find something to do.”

“Yeah, okay,” you dismiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He instinctively holds your hips for support as you curl your legs around his waist.

“That’s how I know you’ve not been feeling well.”

“My stomach is fine as long as I don’t make rushed moves.”

“Well that’s too bad then.”

You pout, “I didn’t mean it like–” you sigh, “We can take it slow.”

“Y/N!” he gasps scandalously. “Are you suggesting we have slow sex?”

You roll your eyes, ready to unwrap your arms around him as he holds you tighter. “Why are you holding me then?” you mutter, annoyed. Can he just be horny at this moment? Like any other man would be? 

“Maybe I just want to be close to you,” he suggests with a grin, making you tug at the hair on the back of his head.

Ignoring how soft and tingly it feels, you whisper, “Liar.”

“Why do you think so?”

You press your bodies together, causing him to groan. “For one, because of this.”

A soft gasp escapes your lips as he hoists you up and has you seated on the edge of the pool. He spreads your legs apart, moving your bikini bottom aside as he touches your clit. 

“Ah, fuck.” you gasp.

“God, you really are dirty,” he teases. “Not feeling well, and look at you.”

“I’m suddenly all healthy,” you reply.

He laughs, drawing you closer so your hips rest partly on the edge of the pool.

“Now lay back and enjoy.” 

“Wh–” 

One hand, fingers tucked under your bikini bottom and the other spreading your leg apart, he dives in and it’s only a second before you feel his mouth on you. In one swift motion, you’re laying on your back just as he told you to, ignoring your stomach and focusing on what's going on between your legs. 

He eats you out, slowly and delicately, leaving you a mess who silently begs for more. You move your hips toward him, yearning for more. Your back arches and chest heaves–and you feel you’re almost there. He flickers his tongue against you and soon enough, you reach the end–breathless as your muscles relax.

He pulls your bikini bottom back into place and hoists himself out of the pool as you sit up. A strange, lingering sensation washes over you as the intensity fades.

“You okay?” he asks.

Jungkook helps you to your feet and guides you to the lounge chair, offering a glass of water—now just melted ice.

“I think you should eat something,” he says, nodding toward the back door as you head inside.

Jungkook prepares a bowl of fruit for you, just like the one you had for breakfast, while he makes himself a sandwich. You nibble on the fruit slowly. 

A wave of queasiness hits you like a punch to the gut, your stomach twisting and churning violently. Your mouth goes dry, a bitter taste rising as your body threatens to betray you, and your head spins slightly as you clutch your stomach.

“What’s going on?”

Hand covering your mouth, you stumble toward the bathroom. You barely make it in time, sliding the toilet seat up as your stomach releases everything. The retching sounds are just a noise in the background as you can feel the vomit in your mouth and nose.

Jungkook’s bare feet slap against the tiles as he rushes to the bathroom, worry etched across his face. He bursts in just as you’re leaning over the toilet and letting it all out again. He wraps his hand around your hair and holds it back for you. With a hand on your back, he rubs it gently. 

“It’s okay, let it all out.”

He continues to rub your back until you lift your head once you think it’s over–sitting back softly. 

“Fuck,” you murmur.

“Let me just–” he says, his footsteps rushing as he hurries out.

The taste of vomit is overwhelming, bitter and sharp on your tongue, the smell filling your senses. You reach for the flush button and press it, the swirling water washing away the evidence as you take a shaky breath, trying to steady yourself.

Fuck. The smell and taste linger everywhere, the entire bathroom probably reeking of your vomit. You want to call out to Jungkook, to tell him not to come in—there’s no need for him to be here, in the middle of this mess.

Though, Jungkook comes back with a glass of water, holding it out to you. You rinse your mouth first, letting the water spill into the toilet before taking a small sip. When you hand the glass back, he sets it on the sink and watches you carefully as you settle onto the toilet lid.

Holding your forehead, you give it a slow rub.

“I’m going to the pharmacy to get something to help with the stomachache,” Jungkook says, concern tightening his features. 

You were almost feeling fine. What the hell? Did the fruit irritate your stomach even more?

You press a hand to your stomach, frowning as the discomfort lingers. Then it hits you—slowly, unsettlingly. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

You were supposed to get your period days ago. Your stomach churns for another reason now, one that has nothing to do with the fruit. A wave of unease settles over you as your mind races through the possibilities.

No. No. No. It can’t be!

Jungkook notices something is off—the way your eyes widen, the sudden stillness in your movements. His brow furrows slightly as he steps closer, searching your face. He drops to his knees in front of you, trying to get a clear view of your face, his brow furrowed with concern that has never left.

“What?” he asks, his voice gentle but edged with concern. “What’s wrong?”

“I—” you gulp, squeezing your eyes shut, unable to get the words out. The possibility swirls in your mind, each thought twisting tighter as you replay every moment, every detail that could make it real.

One thing is painfully clear: you had sex. Your mind won’t settle, and you can’t think straight.

“My period—” you gulp again, “it’s late.”

Painfully and slowly, you glance to your right at Jungkook. He jerks slightly, almost as if you’d slapped him, the realization dawning. He slowly meets your eyes again.

“That’s… we only had—” he stammers, trying to make sense of it.

“We had sex, Jungkook. Multiple times—and not just here.”

“I… I didn’t—”

“We both know we had unprotected sex. Women can get pregnant even if—holy shit. Fuck.”

Jungkook runs a hand through his hair, his eyes wide as he tries to process the news—not that it’s definite, but the possibility hangs heavy between you. “Okay… okay,”

“We’re so fucking stupid, Jungkook! I can’t be pregnant!” 

Panic surges through you, your stomach twisting violently as if you’re about to throw up at any second. 

Jungkook, however, keeps a surprisingly cool head. He reaches out, placing a steadying hand on your shoulder. 

“Okay… we don’t know anything for sure yet,” he says calmly. “I’ll go to the drugstore and get a pregnancy test, so we know for sure.”

“Right,” you reply, rushed. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. I’m coming with you.”

He eyes you uncertainly as you stand, concern flickering across his face. “Are you sure? You don’t want to lie down?”

“And think of all the possibilities? Hell no,” you say, shaking your head.

You quickly change your clothes and head to the nearest drugstore, trying desperately to keep your mind off all the possibilities. You can’t even begin to count how long it’s been since you had sex back at home, and the thought twists your stomach again.

Fuck. You’re so stupid. You were so careless. Why would you have unprotected sex?

Jungkook remains silent the entire time, only speaking as he gives you directions where to go. Both of you are dead silent. 

As you get to the store, you rush to find the right section and once you do, you’re met with multiple choices. Never done this before–not imagining you would be doing it anytime soon either–you stare helplessly. 

“How about this one?” Jungkook asks, holding up a box, looking just as clueless as you feel.

You take it from his hands, studying the packaging before handing it back with a straight look.

“It’s an ovulation test.”

“Oh,” he mutters, frowning at the other boxes.

You examine another box, reading the description carefully. “I think this one might be good.”

By the time you finish, Jungkook already has another box in his hands. You check it and give him a nod—he picked the right test. He takes two boxes along with the one you’re holding.

“Just in case,” he explains, and you nod.

“Let’s go, or else I’m gonna throw up.”

“Are you feeling sick again?” he asks as you both head down the aisle to the cashier.

“I don’t know if it’s actual nausea or just the thought…” you murmur, your stomach twisting again.

You reach the cashier as she scans the three boxes. Jungkook pulls out his wallet and pays–not even waiting for the receipt as you politely bid your goodbyes and rush back to the house. 

Once you’re back in the bathroom, you breathe in and out as you pull the test from the box. Jungkook leans against the doorframe, silent, watching as you read the instructions. It shouldn’t be difficult—you just have to pee on the stick and wait—but you still read every line carefully. It’s your first time doing this, after all. 

You tap your legs nervously, biting down your lower lip before finally sitting down on the toilet lid. 

“Hey—” Jungkook’s voice is tight, cautious. You hum in response, eyes unfocused.

“Y/N—” he says again, softer this time.

He lowers himself to one knee in front of you, making sure you’re really looking at him.

“What’s wrong?” you ask softly, searching his doe eyes. He looks… tender.

“I just—” he starts, a quiet, almost nervous chuckle escaping him. “Whatever the result is… please—promise me you’ll talk to me.”

Your features soften, the worry in your chest unraveling as empathy floods in. Here he is—this tall, broad man—on his knee before you, with the most vulnerable look in his eyes.

“Promise me, you wouldn’t just–”

And for the first time in a long while, you’re a witness of the aftermath of his trauma. There’s fear, memories and feelings that are brought back. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you. He just needs your affirmation. 

“Of course, Kook.” you assure him softly.

He nods, slowly backing away to give you some privacy. You share one last time as he gently closes the bathroom door. You take a deep breath and lower your gaze, staring at the instructions one last time before you put it away and take the stick. 

When it’s done–all three of them–you set the tests carefully on the counter as you wash your hands. Opening the bathroom door, Jungkook paces nearby as he turns around as soon as he hears you. 

“We have to wait two minutes.” 

He steps closer, nodding, his eyes scanning your face as if making sure you’re okay. It takes one look at you to see your distress. Well how vacation got another turn. 

You sit on the toilet lid as Jungkook leans against the bathroom sink and crosses his arms. 

“Kook–I don’t know what I am going to do if–”

“Hey–we’ll figure it out okay?”

“No, no–there can’t be nothing to figure out. I can’t be pregnant.”

“Y/N–”

“I’m not ready! I can’t be pregnant–that’s just absurd–we’re absurd–”

“Hey, hey–” Jungkook steps closer and cups your face. That causes you to pause as you stare at him. “We will figure out everything–like we always do. Let’s just wait for the result, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, “Let’s do that.”

Time feels oddly slow, as if it’s dragging purposely to torment you with the anticipation and fear of seeing the results. Both of you are lost in your own thoughts, minds separate and just hearing the awful silence before Jungkook’s timer goes off. You’re so out of it that you haven’t even noticed he has set one.

“We’re gonna both look at the same time, okay?” you say softly.

“Yeah, okay. Two lines mean pregnant, right?”

“That’s right.” Cautiously, you approach the counter where the sticks rest and before taking a big breath, you both face the sink and take a look. 

You both take each test in your hands to scan it closely. Then your eyes land on yours—and relief floods through you. 

Negative. Not pregnant. 

“Fuck! Thank God!” you almost yell, tossing the sink into the sink as Jungkook does the same and sighs in relief. Rubbing his face, you both check the third just to make sure and once that comes out negative as well–you finally relax. 

“Fuck.” he sighs in relief, relaxes his shoulders.

You toss the tests into the bin, you make your way out of the bathroom–as you sit on the bed.

“Why am I so sick then?” you whine, rubbing your stomach. 

“It seems like you just irritated your stomach with all the food. I don’t think it’s food poisoning, or else you would’ve vomited shortly after the dinner and not the next day.”

Great. Well, it’s probably better than being pregnant. 

However, there’s this odd feeling lingering in the pit of your stomach. A huge relief has washed over you, yes, but there’s that fear of it happening again. This situation just awoke a realization you’ve known based on basic facts of how biology and sex works, but after experiencing it on your own–you know you don’t want to go through this again. 

The risk is too big. And as long as you and Jungkook will keep doing this–it’s not safe. It’s not right.

“I will go to the pharmacy and get you something for it.” 

Jungkook pauses, watching as you step closer.

“Jungkook–”

“Hm?”

You stand, rubbing your stomach. “We got carried away,” 

Jungkook stands, watching as you get closer. 

“It keeps happening again and again.”

He doesn’t need clarification.  Acknowledgement is written all over his face and it doesn’t take too much to realize where this is heading. 

“I know,” he says.

You meet his eyes. “Can we even be friends?”

Jungkook’s features soften. “Y/N…”

“We keep falling into this—on and off. No matter what we say, what we promise—we always end up in bed together. Are we even friends anymore?”

“Of course we are.”

“Jungkook friends just don’t fuck on and off all the time. Ever since we started–we can barely keep hands to each other. We can’t control ourselves, no matter how many times we tell ourselves that we can. We just can’t.” 

He doesn’t argue, knowing everything you’re saying is right. 

“What would happen if the next test comes out positive?”

He has no answer for that. 

“We are caught up in this–whatever this is–and we never even thought about what the consequences could be. This is a dangerous game we’re playing.”

The situation with Kiko was different—she was his girlfriend. When something like this happened to them, it made more sense because they were in a relationship. Stuff like that happens and makes more sense. But this?

You and Jungkook are not in a relationship.

You’re two best friends who got too close and got caught up in lust and attraction. 

“I’m not putting any blame on you, please, don’t think I do.”

“I am not, Y/N. I don’t feel like you’re doing that.”

You smile sadly at him, “Kook. We can’t do this anymore. And I mean it this time.”

He smiles too, cupping your face as you close your eyes, wrapping your fingers around his wrist, letting them trace his skin softly as he caresses your cheek. 

“Kook…”

All of this makes sense. All of this needs to end. And you have to go back to being just best friends. Without any physical contact that might indicate something more. Things might not be the same–how could they? But you can slowly erase all of this and just go back to the friends you once knew. It will probably be the hardest task you will have to do and no one knows how it will end up. If it’s even possible.

And that scares you.

Because your most treasured friendship is at stake—and that thought terrifies you more than anything.

So why does it feel like a part of you is being ripped away?

“I can’t lose you, Kook.” you whisper.

“You won’t lose me,” he says softly, almost smiling—as if the idea itself is impossible.

“What if we can’t go back to being just friends? No sex. No intimacy.”

He hesitates. “I don’t know.”

“Don’t say that,” you plead, your voice cracking, eyes stinging. Jungkook steps closer and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. You grab his wrist, holding on like he might slip away if you don’t.

“We’ll work it out,” he murmurs, stepping back but keeping his eyes on you. A small smile tugs at his lips. “We always do.”

“I hope so.”

“I’ll get you some meds, okay?” he assures you. “And I’ll take the couch from now on. You just lay down and rest.”

You want to argue. The words are on the tip of your tongue, ready to tell him it’s fine—you can share the bed. But you stop yourself. Jungkook notices; it’s evident, and you practically freeze before slowly retracing your steps.

“Thank you,” you whisper softly, almost afraid he won’t hear.

But the reassuring smile he gives proves otherwise.

As soon as Jungkook is out of the house, being the best friend you could’ve ever asked for, you sink down on the bed. 

You feel empty. Even though your mind knows you’ve made the most rational decision—both of you have—tears start to stream down your face. Maybe it’s nostalgia? Or maybe it’s the ache of wanting Jungkook close so badly you can’t imagine not having him there.

No. You can do this.

It will take time—perhaps a lot of it—to get back to where you were. But you’ll do everything in your power to make sure you give it your best effort.

a/n: It’s finally here! Can you believe it? Because I can’t 😭 This year went by so fast – it honestly feels like only a couple of months have passed. I wanted to take this a/n to just talk for a bit, hope you don’t mind. If you stick around to read, thank you so much! Some of you might not know, but I started uni while also working every weekday. A lot has been happening, and it’s been busy. Like, really busy. Finding time to just relax or write has been hard, which is why updates have taken longer. It’s never on purpose, I promise – I just hope you can understand how chaotic adult life can get sometimes 😅 On top of that, my laptop has been acting up lately – glitching, running out of space, the whole deal – so working on my stories hasn’t been the easiest. So yeah, it hasn’t made things any easier 😭 But I’ve been managing, and I still really want to keep writing whenever I can because I love doing it.

I’ve even been offered a few part-time jobs, but I turned them down since I know it’d leave me with zero time (and energy) to write. These stories mean a lot to me – they’re like my little online babies – and I always want to give them the time and love they deserve.

This update and chapter is dedicated to everyone who’s been dedicated, supportive and extremely kind to me. Coming online always reminds me how rare these qualities are in people, and I’m genuinely grateful for every one of you. MH is a crazy journey and it’s coming to an end. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, it’s a year of hard work haha and I’m very happy how it turned out. Don’t kill me what happens in this one ahahah – you know I love realistic stuff and I’m a sucker for angst <33 All the love!!

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© 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨 (𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝) | 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: @kithtaehyung

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Mutual Help | 60 pt. 1

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, explicit content

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 21.7k+ (both parts)

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The dessert you've chosen to taste tonight must be the sweetest thing you've ever tasted. Your date tonight’s persuasion that it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted shouldn’t be listened to.

Despite the high amount of sugar the dessert you can't even pronounce right contains, the taste on your tongue remains bitter with each second. That’s still not the reason why your little spoon digs in it like it's not worth the price. In reality, it's probably not – perhaps only for the people who love sugar a little too much. 

Just a few tables away, the couple remain in their seats with sweetest smiles that could compete with the food that's currently sitting on your plate. Your table is not quiet either.

Gabriel is a good company and he keeps the conversation alive. While he's finished with his dessert, only the empty plate is the only proof of it until the waiter takes it away, he lets you eat yours in peace as he tells you life stories. You're interested and equally joined in this conversation, regardless of your eyes drifting away every time Gabriel even slightly looks elsewhere. 

Much to your luck, he does not mention his friend and so you bluntly ignore their presence. At first glance. 

There's only so much you can do to try and ignore their known presence, until you hear Nara's laugh up to where you are. It's not the one that's annoying and makes head turns at the interruption. After all, you're outside and the sound of waves washes out most noise. 

But not even nature can blur this one out, as Gabriel merrily chuckles when he recognizes her laugh but continues in his talk. 

With no help, you naturally let your eyes wander toward their table. Jungkook's toothy grin makes you scrunch your nose at the fact he's actually having a good time. As if he could feel your eyes right away, he looks. Before you know it, his brows shoot up in a provocative manner as he takes a sip off his whiskey. 

You roll your eyes, making sure he sees it before you straighten your back. Ready to pop your elbows on the table to rest your chin on top of your hands – and give Gabriel's back your full attention – you bump into the tall glass that is yours.

A sound of surprise makes it out of your mouth as you both grab the glass and prevent it from spilling onto the white table. Even the cloth on the table looks expensive.

“Shit–”

Gabriel laughs, covering your hands with his as you both hold the glass. Your cheeks heat up by the accident that almost happened.

“Stop, or I will think I make you nervous.” he jokes, causing you to shake your head with laughter. 

“Men. You always think everything is about you.” you joke back.

He lets go of your hand, the warmth of it leaving yours as you put the glass in a safe distance. Briefly, your brows shoot up in a mocking manner right at the table with a perfect view of Jungkook. He catches it, mockingly rolling his eyes at you. 

As much as his presence is distracting, you try your best at not giving him any of your attention. But it seems as if you're playing a tennis match and you keep bouncing the invisible ball between you two – your two dates tonight completely oblivious. 

After a while, you excuse yourself to use the restroom – the amount of drinks you've had has caught up to you. You make sure you don't pass right by their table, making your presence known to clueless Nara. 

Unsure whether she would speak up first after seeing you or not, you don't test it just in case. 

You're not drunk, the drinks you've ordered aren't on the strong side. Also you've ordered a glass of water to make sure you're in a sober state. The slightest buzz caused by the alcohol is just a faint feeling and definitely not the cause of your heated cheeks. 

As you come out of the toilet and spot your reflection in the spotless mirror, you ask yourself; Why?

Your blood boils and the pent up tension that seems to be between you two is taking a proper grip on you. Washing your hands with a nice scented soap, your mind goes back to the conversation you had back at the water park. 

You're an idiot. You've understood that Jungkook just wants to make decisions on his own. They don't concern you. Until they do.

Both having your own reasons, you understand your own. This can't keep going on for any longer.

Jungkook sees it far more freely than you do. You're already playing with fire – you have been for a long time and it scares you of what it could lead to happen. 

It's not even about Jungkook. It's about you. And about your weakness when it comes to him. 

Drying your hands, you sigh and try to correct your faded out lipstick. Of course, you've forgotten to bring your purse with you. 

With determination to get back and maybe pack it up here, you pull the door with force and make your way to the table, where Gabriel's waiting. Plan is to not look toward the certain table, not making known your obvious awareness of their presence. Checking on Gabriel, you almost stumble in your tracks as you stare at the couple standing by the table. 

Your table.

You've got to be kidding me.

Nara's voice is more audible with each step you take, trying to appear unbothered by the fact they just had to butt in. Well, what can you do, right? It was most likely inevitable.

Her cheerful mood is a mocking difference to your gloomy one that suddenly appears by the realization she came to say hi. She's quick, cheeks swelled up in a huge smile and for a moment, you feel awful for not being able to replicate her happiness.

Behind her, Jungkook not so willingly stands there. His whole stance is not hiding that he would much rather take a different route than to your table. His face does not look amused while yours awakens.

“We noticed you before, we just didn't want to interrupt.” You hear Gabriel who smiles warmly. 

“Are you enjoying your date?”

Your first natural reaction and response is to correct her, to deny that this is not a date. You're not sure what Gabriel told her, or his friends, but regardless of how romantic this set-up is – this is not exactly a date. 

It's in a very much friendly atmosphere and you both gathered from all the talking, that relationship just doesn't work for any of you right now. Gabriel's initiative plan of a hook-up has been swept away under the rug by you. 

Going back to your seat, you briefly look at Jungkook who just stares with a little bored glare.

Your so-called date tonight opens his mouth, about to correct her by himself so he keeps the things straight mainly for you, but before he can your smile widens. 

“Great. Gabriel picked out the best place.” You compliment him, giving him a look of appreciation as he seems to be fond of it. His bright smile says it all.

“Him and Jungkook think alike then.” Nara compliments Jungkook, her brown eyes moving to him while there are stars dancing in them. 

But he stares at you. It lasts a split second but then he gives her a faint smile and a mere nod. 

“What are your plans after this?”

“We haven't talked about it that much. We were planning to go for a walk.” you respond, looking at Gabriel in question who nods to your statement.

“Well, I was about to take Jungkook to one of the clubs here. It's a different vibe.”

“Club? I don't know…” you mutter unsurely, not totally sold by her idea of how tonight should continue. But the truth is that spending it with them – out of all people – seems like a sabotage.

“You love clubs.” Jungkook speaks up, eyes daring you to say otherwise as your jaw clenches.

“I do?”

“Especially dancing on tables,” he adds.

Gabriel shows a sudden interest, a surprised but pleased sound coming out of his mouth as he questions you with a bright; “Really?”

“That's great! We should definitely end tonight on a double-date.”

You make a grimace, clearly not showing any interest in that but once you give Gabriel a look, he seems to be enthusiastic by the idea. You should've known he's too free spirited to pass this chance. 

“Don't worry. If you end up dancing on a table, I will be there to hold you.” Gabriel tries to joke.

It's not even the fact he's joking on your account, it's what he says that causes you and Jungkook to stare at each other knowingly. 

“Oh please,” you scoff, “Jungkook is bringing up something that happened once–”

And had so much more content to it of why you ended up drunk out of your ass.

“He's not one to brag when it comes to being wasted either.”

Jungkook scoffs at the audacity, a tongue poking his cheek as he prevents himself from adding up to the exchange of words you're having. 

“The decision is up to you. But I've checked the weather app and it shows it's supposed to rain. Just wanted to inform you, so you don't end up soaked.” Gabriel says, ignoring your little banter which seems like old friends or siblings bantering. 

If they notice the sour mood, they don't comment on it. At this point, you think they are just pretending they are not aware of it to make everyone more comfortable. 

“I'm not afraid of little rain.” 

Gabriel smirks, “Great. Neither am I.”

“Great! So you're joining us? Come on! When are we gonna see each other again?”

Hopefully never again.

“Fine.” you mutter.

“We'll wait outside.” Nara says, motioning for Jungkook to leave the two of you alone. Without looking your way, he turns around and follows her. You chuckle under your breath as Gabriel calls out for the waiter.

It's time to leave either way. After all, there are reservations for this place and you were ready to leave any minute. The waiter comes and before you open your purse, Gabriel quickly pays off the check, of course not agreeing with you splitting it.

“I could've paid the half.” you make sure to tell him as you both stand up, a little frown settled on both your face and lips.

Gabriel laughs, “You can buy me a drink at the club.”

Following him out of the restaurant, you bid goodbye to the staff before you make way outside. Seeing Nara and Jungkook waiting. He keeps his hands inside his pockets, sighing as he leans his back and stares at the dark sky above him. 

He doesn't see it. But Nara keeps his eyes on him the entire time, the little stars of admiration seeps out all the way to here. 

Once you join them, Gabriel offers to get a cab. You wait very shortly for it, enough for Gabriel and Nara gush about this restaurant while you remain silent. Jungkook joins their conversation, all of a sudden showing an interest which mentally causes you to scoff. 

In the cab, you end up sandwiched between Jungkook and Gabriel, after Nara complains she doesn't feel well sitting in the backseat. 

Your knee keeps touching Jungkook's, as much as you try to keep every part of your body from touching both of them. As the driver drives over countless bumps, their sides keep bumping into yours.

What a great ride.

Expectations are a part of our lives. 

If you thought about a true Hawaiian party, you imagine drinking  from a coconut shell – preferably outside on a beach. Once the cab stops and drops you in front of a square building, you realize tonight will be nothing like that.

Almost clawing out of the cab, you're glad to be met with less suffocating air that reeked between you in the backseat. You make the best of it and finally catch a breath, ignoring the way your lungs and heart pounds.

Feeling a hand on your back, you're met with Gabriel's excited gaze at the club's building. There's a big neon sized sign, making it seem as one of those you get to see in GTA games.

“This place is right outta GTA.” 

Poking your cheek at Jungkook's comment full of amazement and excitement, you wonder if it was a good idea to agree to come with them. It wasn't. No matter how many times you convince yourself that you'll be having fun, he's just always here. He doesn't even have to do anything. It's his pure presence. 

Your holiday is surely coming to an end, not having to spend your last days with Jungkook feels… wrong. All it takes for you to sit down and just have a proper conversation about it. But that hasn't seemed to help. Whenever you talk, it ends up in argument – both of you clearly have different views and even though there comes a certain understanding, it just gets twisted and then you're back to square one.

No progress, just this enormous tension, you happily let Gabriel to guide you inside. Jungkook and Nara stay behind, following you slowly as you find yourself in the middle of Gabriel's and Nara's conversation.

Once the bouncer lets you in, not even caring to check IDs, murmuring to all of you to have fun, you're surprised to be met with stairs that lead to the basement. Not only it seems dodgy as hell, you hesitate and for some stupid reason, you search for Jungkook. 

He seems to catch your gaze, features softening as Nara excitedly walks down the stairs. The bass suddenly booms in the place, startling you as the crowd screams in enjoyment. 

“Woah, seems very lively here.” Gabriel comments, following Nara without a question.

“You good?” Jungkook asks, taking a few steps down as he stops. A few steps below you, he looks up at you.

“Yeah,” you nod, watching him give you a brief nod before he follows the others. An odd feeling from what seems like a normal interaction melts in your chest, wondering if there's a chance that you two just get over this.

Everything got twisted, with your help of course and without any doubt, you're more than ready to admit it. Jungkook has taken it more to his heart than you would've ever guessed. 

Your doubt about this place is slowly wiped off once you get inside, the club truly thriving at its best. The club is fully packed and you keep your eyes on Jungkook's back, not wanting to lose them. Luckily, they wait for you and the entire group to get together before you dive into the crowd to try and find a place to sit and have a drink. 

A few moments later and a few people bumping into you, you're luckily able to find one table unoccupied. There are empty glasses left that are put to the edge of the table, hopefully soon taken away. The stench of hard liquor can be smelled around the entire booth.

“I'm gonna get us drinks. Jungkook, give me a hand?”

Jungkook keeps his features neutral, hardly giving any reaction after he's been addressed to. You know better though. By the way his eyes move up and down Gabriel's face, you can tell the underlying irritation of being even addressed by Gabriel. 

Whatever his problem is, it's quite entertaining to watch. Especially when everyone's clueless.

“I would rather not leave the girls alone.”

Fuck. You hate your first hand reaction and by looking at Nara, who's swooning over him and already salivating at how that simple action and sentence screams attraction and good manners, you're far better at hiding it.

Nara can't keep her eyes off your friend, not giving  a damn how obvious she is. 

Gabriel seems slightly embarrassed that he hasn't thought about it, nodding.

“The bar is right there, you should be able to see us.” Nara butts in, clearly complimented by Jungkook's previous statement of not wanting to let you out of his sight. 

Jungkook doesn't seem to be convinced. Before he can state otherwise to Nara's input, they convince him they'll be right back. As you watch Jungkook going to the bar, stopping there and looking your way right away to check, you and Nara are already watching him.

Looking away, you cross your legs before Nara sits down on the opposite side, facing the bar with her back. She turns to you with a bright smile.

“He's perfect.”

A little stunned by her words, you don't hide your expression as she giggles because of your reaction. 

“I'm sorry for being so straight-forward. It's probably weird for you.”

You haven't had the chance to talk to her alone. All the times you actually spent in her presence, there were other people around – their friends included. It feels a little odd but you don't have to make it any more weird than it has to be. 

Because in the end – it doesn't have to be, right? 

This is what you wanted. There's a woman mesmerized by Jungkook, a possible someone in his life whether that includes just fun or something more. Knowing how the universe tends to give you a reality check and a whiplash, you quickly leave this thought alone. 

“Why's that?” you question, seeming unbothered. Letting your shoulders to relax and convince yourself there's not a reason why you just have a specific stand toward her. 

Girls should help each other, right?

Girls should stand with each other.

Where has your feminism gone? 

“Well,” she giggles, “I mean he's your best friend, you probably don't wanna hear me gushing about him.”

You don't have to hear about it because she makes it pretty much obvious. Be nice!

Reminding yourself to behave, almost as if you could hear Jungkook somewhere in the back of your mind, you put up a tight smile. “It's fine.”

“You're probably used to it.”

She expects a response, your eyes traveling to left and right as you shrug. “I don't really care about it.”

Him attracting female's gazes just comes with him. It’s like cherries coming with a pit. They’re just like that.

Nara looks behind her, checking on the guys to see them still waiting as Jungkook briefly checks on you two once again. She smiles at him, causing him to wave at her as you fight off the natural response of rolling your eyes. 

It’s clear she doesn’t want to rip her eyes off him, but she does in the end just to be back in the same position. Facing you with her full interest. Once she speaks, you understand why.

“Jungkook told me about the break-up he went through.”

You’re trying hard not to show your obvious shock. It has never occurred to you that he might've mentioned that part of his life to someone, who in the end is just a stranger. Or at least that’s what you’re trying to tell yourself but that’s besides the point now. 

Learning now that he has spoken to her about it doesn’t really sit well with you. Not for any vile reasons, but it just leaves a weird feeling inside you. Jungkook has always been someone who can find friends easily, have almost any kind of conversation with the other person. 

However, the break-up being this particular topic is not something you would’ve ever guessed. Perhaps, it’s not even about the topic itself but the fact that he has so easily closed off any parts of it. Regardless of him being able to talk almost about everything, the break-up was never one of them. 

Even with you – you, Jimin and Taehyung – he seemed to put an end to it and not really talk about it, unless one of you started it. Politely as it can be, he would answer but not dwell on it for too long. He closed off that chapter.

“He did?” you breathe out, having a hard time to believe it.

It’s not like she’s lying. Obviously, she knows about it. To what extent, you’re not sure. 

“Yeah, he mentioned it. Never got into really much detail, I totally respect that.”

Not really sure what to respond, you nod.

“Did he move on?”

Your eyes got bigger, surprised not only by her sudden question but more by her boldness. Her voice is soft, not coming out as the annoyingly nosy kind.

“Shouldn’t you be asking him that?”

No matter how harmless she sounds, Jungkook is still your best friend and you won’t be spilling his secrets or personal stuff. That’s not loyal nor nice. 

“I did,” she says. 

Oh.

“I just–maybe it’s silly but–I just wanted to hear your thoughts on it.”

You blink, a frown making its way on your lips. Her facial expression doesn’t drastically change, more of a confirmation crosses her features. It’s obvious you won’t say anything more than Jungkook has. More so, it’s a confirmation that you have his back no matter what. 

Considering where your relationship is at now, it does make you sad. But like you said. No matter what – you both have each other's back. The thought of it not being like that freaking scares you.

“Like–do you think he has moved on?” she asks sheepishly, playing with her perfectly cut nails. 

Noticing her slight discomfort caused by her own curiosity, you decide to end it. 

“Yeah, I think he has.”

Her eyes don’t leave yours, she listens carefully and once she gets her response, she immediately sighs in relief. Understandably. Nobody wants a guy who hangs up on his ex. Before she can say anything else, something that clearly proves her relief, the guys come back. A drink is placed in front of you and you waste no time in drinking it.

“Are we gonna dance or what?” Gabriel asks, clearly in the mood to show his Italian roots.

Surprisingly, you’re the first one to place your palms against the table to brace yourself to stand up. “Let’s go!”

You came here to have fun. Gabriel seems to be pleased by your decision to join him right away. He quickly goes and throws a shot down his throat. Jungkook brushes past you to sit down, your jaw tensing at the close proximity. 

Gabriel reaches his hand toward you, ready for you to take it. Jungkook sits down in the booth, arm resting against the frame as the other one reaches for his glass. He takes a slow sip of his whiskey, his eyes not leaving yours. 

Quickly accepting Gabriel’s hands, you let him take you to the dance floor and away from the intensive brown eyes. 

Hoping Gabriel won’t take it as an opportunity to touch you more than necessary, you’re relieved he mostly keeps his hands to himself, even though his proximity is close. At least that allows you to relax a little bit. You’re not feeling yourself as much as you would if you would’ve drank more. Damn it. 

Jungkook was right. You lose yourself a lot more when you drink. Which is not necessarily always positive, but it does allow you to relax and don’t care about your dance moves. Luckily, Gabriel is a great dancer and twirls you cutely to some kind of Hawaiian remix that genuinely makes you giggle through it all.

Once you come back to the table to drink more, a glass of water already awaits you. Knowing well damn who has put it there, you avoid the same brown eyes that are no longer aimed at you. Screw him for being still so attentive. 

Him and Nara seem to be in a conversation which you slightly interrupt. She seems a bit disappointed that her alone time with Jungkook has come to a pause. 

“You up for a dance?”

Well, she surely wastes no time. 

Jungkook seems to be enjoying the same drink he had when you went dancing. Judging by the neutral expression he’s sporting, you see he’s not really in the mood to dance. There’s just something sour about him being so… bland. 

Not waiting for his answer that is clearly not meant for you anyway, you don’t bother brushing past him while he’s still sitting. Your butt almost in his face, an apology is sitting on the tip of your tongue but you decide to not be the first one to speak up. 

Jungkook doesn’t seem to be wasting his time either. “Yeah.” he says, standing up before you can plop onto the seat next to him.

Trying not to take it personally, it surely does look like you can’t be in each other's presence. The absurdity of the events is comical. First Gabriel takes you away, now Nara does the same to Jungkook.

Once Gabriel sits down and catches one of the waitresses to order drinks for you, he’s talking to you through the loud music. He chose to order the drinks, knowing it might take longer than going straight to the bar. He wants to talk and doesn’t want to leave you alone. 

It should be flattering and it is, yet you don’t hold that thought for too long. 

Since Gabriel’s voice is not audible enough to hear him properly – and his vocal chords most likely about to suffer – he decides to slide closer to you. He occupies the seat next to you and even jokes it’s better this way, which is understandable. Yet the look he’s got in his eyes tells you he talks more about your proximity than the obvious practicality of your conversation. 

You can smell a faint pinch of alcohol on his breath, his demeanor starting to loosen up even more. All of a sudden, your eyes dance across the dance floor to find only one person. It takes a while and a few oblivious glances toward the crowd until you spot him. 

Seeing them two from the distance, you bite the inside of your cheek at how good they look together. Two good looking people are dancing, their moves smooth and if you didn’t know better, you would assume there’s something going on between them. Perhaps there is. 

For one ridiculous second, you imagine yourself in Nara’s place. You catch yourself wishing that it would be you and Jungkook dancing together. 

For fuck sake!

You fight the urge to rip out your hair, simply because your mouth says something and your mind goes completely against it. None of this is normal. Normal is Jungkook hanging out with a woman, while you’re being a good friend and should be completely supportive. After all, it was your idea and push that originally pushed him to enjoy his time with someone else. 

You’ve voiced it out differently than it came out which only brings you back to your never-ending thoughts. Jungkook was right. It’s not your decision to make. And it’s clear if he wanted to be with someone else, whether it’s a relationship or a hook-up, he could easily do so. You never doubt it.

Selfishly, you made that decision based on your fears and the odd feelings.

To think you should’ve had the time of your lives, you’re bummed to declare that this vacation is the worst vacation you’ve taken. Not only have you managed to get into a fight with Jungkook, every second here feels like a punishment as well. 

You’re here with Gabriel, who wants to have everything you allow him to have. He’s respectful, has been a good friend and never crossed a line, even though he made his original intentions known. Yet, he’s not someone you would hook-up.

Why? You ask yourself. 

He’s a good looking guy. A few women here stare at him, probably wondering why he’s in your presence when there’s not even an ounce of something happening between you. He’s talked so much about his life and himself, that you feel as if you’ve known him for months. Stranger, yet he’s someone you know a lot about.

He’s easy-going, friendly and polite. Among everything that has to do with his tan and dark hair. 

And here you are. Staring at your best friend instead, going at it with some woman you randomly met, wishing it was just you and him. 

Nara suddenly turns around and shamelessly puts her arms around Jungkook’s neck. He seems surprised, you notice it simply by the way he freezes for a moment, his arms not moving but still resting on her hips. That’s when you decide to swallow and quickly turn around.

You screwed up.

“Why?”

“What,” you almost shriek, staring at Gabriel who mimics a confusion. 

“You just said fuck.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did. Just now.”

Your cheeks start to feel hot and you fight the urge to fan your face. It’s really getting hot here. Chuckling nervously, you swim in your own embarrassment wondering if you really said something out loud. You haven’t noticed! That has never happened to you!

There’s not a hint of joking or amusement on Gabriel’s face and he looks rather… worried. 

“Listen,” he says, still loud enough for you to hear. “Is something wrong?”

“Why?”

“I mean like–have I crossed a line or something?”

“No, why? Why would you ask that?” Suddenly, a guilt starts building up and you almost panic you’ve managed to fuck up another thing.

“You seem off ever since we came back from the dancing. Even before that, actually.”

You try to deny, but the way he raises his brow at you tells you to think about it twice. 

“Hey,” he says softly, searching your face and forcing your eyes to look at his. “I’m not trying to come out as pushy. I’m perfectly fine just hanging out, it’s almost time for us to say goodbye. I’m fine with whatever you give me. But if you don’t wanna be around me–just say so.”

“Gabriel,” you breathe out, shaking your head. “That’s not–I don’t mind you being around me.”

“What’s wrong then?” he asks.

You lean forward, elbows on the table as you cover your face for a moment. Taking a deep breath, you embrace yourself to face him again. “I’m sorry.”

“For what though?” 

“For not being… present? I haven’t been in a mood.”

“But you were perfectly fine before.”

That’s what I made you think.

One advantage of him not knowing you well. 

“I screwed up.”

“You haven’t.”

“Yes, I have.” you argue, almost whining. 

“How?”

“I–we had a fight with Jungkook.”

“Okay?” he asks, surprised yet keeps his cool. “Friends fight, right?”

“They do–I just kinda pushed him to hang out with other people.”

“And how is that bad?”

“You don’t understand.” you shake your head.

He leans forward, “Then make me understand.”

Sighing, you lean back against your seat. There’s no way you’re about to spill everything to him. It wouldn’t help. What you can give him though, it’s a partial truth. 

“I pushed him away, so he could… meet someone new.” you admit embarrassingly.

“And that’s not what he wanted?”

You nod. “I thought I was doing the right thing. He went through something and I just thought–I was being selfish.”

“Y/N,” Gabriel laughs softly, “Jungkook is an adult. I’m sure he can take care of himself.”

“No, I know.”

“And if he didn’t want to hang out with Nara, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t. He’s not doing it just because you told him to, right?”

Well, you never technically told him to hang out with her specifically. It was meant in general which doesn’t really matter now. 

“God, I hope so.”

“Trust me, he isn’t.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“What kind of person would he be? I might not know him that well like you, but let me tell you something… he definitely doesn’t seem like the type who’s doing everything someone tells him. Look at him–”

You would rather not. 

And you don’t. 

Gabriel shows somewhere in the crowd and you’re actually not interested to look. Not anymore.

“He is having fun.”

That leaves a sour expression on your face that you’re trying hard to control. 

“And it’s time for you to have fun as well. I’m sure you can talk about it later.”

You’re unsure. But once Gabriel asks if you want more drinks, you don’t hesitate to agree. A few minutes later and your drinks are sitting in front of you. Luckily, the topic changes naturally and none of you dwell on whatever has been said. 

The familiar tingle in your muscles that causes you to relax is awakened. Gabriel orders you a glass of water too, which causes you to smile.

“You’re such a gentleman.”

“Are you drunk already?” he laughs which causes you to nudge him. 

“I’m trying to be nice, so take the compliment.”

“I will gladly take this one.” he hums, not tearing his eyes off you.

They’re really brown. You’re not sure if you ever noticed it that much. Maybe it’s the lights, or the lack of, but they seem to shine. He looks… happy. 

“I will be very bummed to say goodbye.”

“Don’t be so dramatic.” you laugh.

“I’m not,” he shakes his head with a smile. “I probably won’t see you again.”

“You will live.”

He laughs at that and how easy you shake off his dramatic words. 

“Come on, let’s dance.”

“Is this the time you take it on the table?”

You give him a look, “No. That happened once and I had a great reason for it.”

“I’m curious now.”

“Maybe you will learn about it. Let’s dance now.” 

You stand up, outstretching your hand toward him. He looks surprised by the initiated contact but happily takes it. You lead him toward the dance floor, no longer caring about anyone’s drinks. You’ve been sitting there for a while and Jungkook hasn’t returned with Nara. 

Grasping Gabriel’s hand and intertwining his hands with yours, you start dancing to an unknown song that just makes you want to move to its contagious melody. Gabriel naturally turns you around, hovering his arm over your figure so you can twirl beneath it. 

With a wide smile, you start to laugh when Gabriel picks up the pace of his dance moves, twirling you around like a doll. “Gabriel!”

You hear him laughing behind you, slightly pressing his chest against your back. He still keeps it respectful and he’s not fully pressed against you. As your eyes move elsewhere, the smile suddenly freezes and slowly drops. 

Jungkook starts right back at you.

Just a few feet away, there he is. Standing beneath the colorful changing lights with a stoic look. Seconds later, you’re reminded of his company as the long fingers brush against his chest, coming from behind him smoothly like a snake, wrapping around its prey. 

Okay, that’s kind of dramatic and harsh. Minus you comparing her to a snake, you applaud yourself for the poetic words. 

She can’t keep her hands to herself, completely oblivious that Jungkook has stopped moving and she’s the one brushing against him – too close to be described as something sexual. And then you notice it.

This is what you wanted, right?

It’s written all over his face. Taking it as a provocation, you make sure he sees the glare you give him before you turn around and wrap your arms around Gabriel’s neck. He seems a little surprised by your sudden interest, but happily enjoys the close proximity. Unfortunately for you, he sways your bodies and makes you face the pair again. 

Nobody forces you to look there. The curiosity and the fire burning inside you do. And you curse yourself for it. 

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. 

Whatever this is, it’s absolutely dumb. 

Wishing you never look, you’re not forced to stare at Jungkook’s hands all over Nara’s body and you swear, you feel sick to your stomach. 

Stopping your movements, Gabriel notices right away and you quickly wipe the sudden concern mixed with curiosity off his face. 

“I’m thirsty. My legs are killing me.”

Gabriel laughs, “Already? Where is the girl that danced on the table?”

“She’s in there somewhere, trust me.” you comment through your teeth.

He laughs again, “Okay. Let me get you a glass of water.”

“Okay. I’m gonna use the restroom and fix my make-up.”

“Nothing to fix. You’re beautiful.” 

The smug look makes you roll your eyes playfully. “Keep trying, bud.”

He laughs, shaking his head at you as he salutes you. You part your ways, your legs ushering you to the restroom. 

There’s a girl leaving the stall to wash her hands. You share a smile before you hide your flushed face in one of the stalls. As you finish your business, you flash the toilet and make your way toward the set of sinks. Met with an empty bathroom, you wash your hands as you catch a glimpse of your reflection. 

Your lipstick is slightly smudged, must have happened from the few drinks and you licking your lips. The one you’ve chosen to wear tonight is unfortunately not waterproof, so it was bound to happen. Trying to fix the corners of your lips, you wonder if you should just call it a night. 

You don’t get a good feeling from this. You’ve danced, drank and that’s about it. It’s better to leave before any of you drink some more. You’ve learned your lesson and you’re not about to spend tonight wasted, probably regretting things that haven’t happened yet tomorrow. 

With determination to get back and maybe pack it up here, you pull the door with force but you stop in your tracks, almost bumping to no one else than Jungkook himself. Gasping in shock while he remains unfazed, your shock is soon replaced by annoyance. 

He's leaning against the door with his arm, hovering over you. 

“Are you having fun?”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you cock your brow at him.

“I do,” you respond, “Which can't be said about you when you've stalked me to the restroom. Which I may add, this is a ladies' restroom.”

“Oh, I am having fun.” he clarifies, “Especially seeing you bored out of your mind by your date tonight.”

You scoff but he tries to look thoughtfully. 

“It's entertaining.”

“Your date must be boring as well when you have the time to watch us. Not to mention you have to be entertained by us. You're welcome for making your date better.”

Now he's the one who scoffs. “Please, his desperation reeks through this place. It's hard not to watch.”

“What desperation.”

“Nara told me about him. He's not the relationship kind of guy, not that I haven't noticed but she confirmed it on her own.”

“Nice, you even talk about us. How sweet!”

Jungkook's eyes narrow, “Trust me. Talking about any of you is the furthest of my wishes.”

“Nice to know. Now move.”

Ready to walk past him, he blocks your path and decides to stay right in the door frame.

“Seriously?”

“Have you kissed him?”

You scoff out loud, turning to walk inside the restroom and surprisingly, Jungkook joins you. 

“This is lad–”

“I don't care. Just answer.”

“Why does it matter?”

He furrows his brows, “Just wanna know.”

“Have you kissed Nara?”

It's like he expects this question, however has zero reaction to it as he bluntly says; “No.”

“Why?”

“Because I don't want to.”

You hate how happy that makes you inside. And this is what your problem is. No matter what – you see and feel Jungkook. 

“Have you?” He pushes again without saying the rest of the question. He doesn't have to. 

Clenching your jaw, you don't want him to give him any satisfaction of knowing the truth. Jungkook knows you're honest and that you wouldn't lie about stuff like this. 

Huffing out, you mutter annoyed; “No.”

“Why?”

“There was no time to.” you snap, trying to walk past him again but he stops you without touching you. He stands in your way again as if he could see right through your bullshit.

You're sure that if you gave Gabriel a hint, he would definitely take you up on that kiss. Probably a lot more than that. 

“Stop lying.”

“I am not. People usually kiss after a date.”

“Stop lying.”

Fucking hell.

“What are we playing at?” he asks out of a sudden, making you look away. 

“Meeting new people.” you reply.

“I don't believe you.”

You stare. Those dark big eyes stare at you and you're reminded how many times you've seen them in a million different ways. He's familiar. He's Jungkook. Your Jungkook.

He doesn't feel like a stranger. He's home. But there's still a faint feeling of distance you have between each other and that's the exact opposite you've wanted. You've caused this. But all you've wanted is to get back to the friendship you've had.

“Why haven't you kissed him yet? And be honest to yourself, not just to me.”

“Because I don't want to. Not yet.”

“If he's gonna push himself on you, I'm breaking his neck.”

“Jungkook!”

“I don't care what's going on between us, Y/N. But I'm not gonna allow some stranger to just play you for a good fuck. You don't know this man.”

“Where is this coming from?”

“I care about you. I don't care if we're fighting like a bunch of kids. But if something happens to you–”

“I am getting to know him. I'm safe.”

He stares with those deadly serious eyes, he looks angry. Not at you, in general. 

“Did Nara something tell you?”

He stays silent.

“About Gabriel?”

You know Jungkook. He wouldn't flip out just like that. So it does make you question if there's any possibility of Gabriel having a side you don't know yet. Not the one you want to get to know anyway.

“Nothing you already don't know, I'm guessing.”

“He's been honest with me, I'm aware he's not looking for a relationship. We're just having–fun.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” he exclaims.

“You sound like a jealous boyfriend. Get a grip.”

“Makes two of us.”

“Excuse me?”

“You can hide it all you want but Nara's presence bothers you.”

“No, it does not. You're the one who doesn't want to kiss her. Why are you wasting her time?”

“Spending an enjoyable time with someone doesn't have to revolve around kissing and having sex. Not as much as you've tried to push it up on me.”

“I made a mistake. I thought I was doing something beneficial.” you clarify.

“Beneficial for who?” Is all he says before he walks away with no bother in the world. 

Somehow, you can't seem to talk without getting into an argument. That realization should make you cry. It doesn't. But maybe it will until all the frustration and madness fade away.

Coming back to where the party is pretty much alive, you’re pulled onto the dance floor by Gabriel. His movements smoother, caused by the alcohol consumed. Letting go of that conversation that happened in the restroom, you get consumed by his dance moves. Doing everything to enjoy your time here rather than going back to the only man who seems to be clouding your mind. 

Turned with your back, almost pressed against Gabriel’s chest, his hands seem to be more courageous and exploring your hips, close touching  your ass. 

Blinding red lights cross over your features, drowning every corner and face in them. And you’re too in your head, going back to him despite being in the company of someone completely else. So in your thoughts that you barely notice Gabriel’s hand brushing against your ass, testing the waters as one would say. 

Waking out of your unwanted daze, you turn around and give Gabriel a nervous chuckle, not really sure if you’re dancing for this. He gives you a half-drunken smile, pulling you closer smoothly, yet your breath is knocked out of you from the sudden shock. 

“Uhh–”

You’re not sure if he hears you, too immersed in whatever’s going in his head but you see the flicker of his eyes toward your lips. Freezing, knowing what’s coming but you’re stuck in your place.

“Gab–”

He makes a sound of acknowledgement, but he doesn’t seem to be paying too much attention to anything other than the one feature his eyes seem to be glued onto. One hand holds the back of your neck, tilting your head ever so slightly causing your eyes to almost bulge out of their sockets. 

Is this what you want? 

It’s not those hands you’re used to. And that’s what scares you. You’re already comparing in your head and you wonder if you just let him do this. To experience something–no, someone different. This is your chance.

Head saying something, but your body doesn’t listen and for some reason, your hand finds his stomach and you slightly push. He doesn’t seem to get the clue and his head moves closer. Before you can process what’s happening, Gabriel’s warmth and proximity leaves and a cold air hits your face for a moment. 

“What the hell, man?” Gabriel seems to shake himself out of his daze.

Jungkook’s back is facing you, broad shoulders and muscles flexing. Without seeing his face, you know that scold is decorating his usually soft features. 

“No. What the fuck.” Jungkook says in his face, surprisingly not dripping with venom in his voice as you would expect him to. 

“We were dancing.”

You shake yourself out of the daze, coming in between them and without realizing touching and squeezing Jungkook’s forearm. 

“She clearly pushed you away.”

“You guys–”

“What–you didn’t.” Gabriel protests, suddenly growing embarrassed. 

“He was about to kiss you.”

He stares at you, not moving an inch as your gaze falls down in slight embarrassment.

Something crosses his face and he nods, chuckling to himself. “Right.”

“Then I will leave you up to it.”

And he leaves, brushing through the crowd effortlessly as you watch in desperation.

“Is it true?” Gabriel asks, stepping closer. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize. I–” he shakes his head, “I drank too much.”

No. He’s not wasted. You can tell he’s had a few drinks, but it’s nothing too bad. 

“No, it’s um–I’m just not feeling it tonight.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Mix of confusion and embarrassment is seen on his face but you excuse yourself and go on a hunt to find Jungkook. 

Going in the same direction he went, your eyes search everywhere for him. Not being able to find him anywhere, you wonder if he just left. A part of you argues with you, he wouldn’t leave you here. But not being able to find him anywhere wonders if… 

Shaking your head, you’re about to try and go outside, thinking he just went to get some fresh air. As you check one last time, it happens to be the it and from the corner of your eyes, it’s just a few seconds but you recognize him immediately. The choice of his clothing, the way he holds himself. Even the way his body moves.

And the woman in front of him, copying his dance moves. Anger bubbles inside you and for a moment, you wonder if you should do the same to him. He’s unbelievable. 

You cannot believe him.

You left Gabriel in the middle of the dance floor just to find Jungkook in the very same position, not giving a damn he nearly caused a scene. Complementing to go there and give him a piece of your mind, he gives Nara a twirl and something urges him to look in your direction, spotting you there. 

You huff, shaking your head in disbelief as you make your way out of there. You’re not rushing out of there, growing tired of whatever this game is or absurd situation. Tonight should just end already. 

Getting outside feels like a sudden relief, soon to be replaced by shock as rain pours down, drenching you immediately. Yet, there’s something calming about the crazy change of weather. It’s easier to breathe, freshness enters your airways.

Someone opens the door and you feel the presence without having a look. His presence. 

“You’ll get drenched.”

Informative and almost expressionless, you chuckle under your breath.

“Already am.”

“You don’t have to stand there though.”

You turn around, glaring at him. “Why do you care?”

“Is that even a question?”

Pulling lips into a thin line, you scoff. “You’re selfish, you know that?”

His brows shoot up for a moment. “Tell me more.”

“Are you serious?”

He shrugs, “Do tell.”

“You’re a dick.”

“Okay.”

You come closer, having an urge to punch him across the face but you stop yourself, hands in fists. 

“You come, push Gabriel away for dancing with me and then you do the same with Nara. How does that make sense?” You almost exclaim in total despair.

“No, I pushed him because he went for a kiss and you clearly pushed him.”

“Oh, it was a mere touch.”

He scoffs loudly, hands covering his mouth as he nods with jaw clenched, brushing his fingers across his lips to stop himself from saying something. 

“If a woman puts her hands on me and puts a pressure to pull me away, that’s where I draw the line. But then again, I would never kiss someone who clearly doesn’t want it. I would make sure she wants it.”

“Don’t you know it all.”

“Respect toward women? I think I do. It’s a bare minimum.”

God, he’s insufferable! Insatiable, idiotic and yet – absolutely right. But you’re mad at him. Too mad to tell him he’s right. Only because he’s clearly angry at Gabriel. Slightly dramatic too. You would handle it. You didn’t need him to come there and rescue you from an innocent kiss. If it happened, you would communicate it with Gabriel if it didn’t feel right.

“You’re overreacting. You’re making it seem as if Gabriel pushed his tongue down my throat.”

“Lie to yourself all you want. But I know you. Inside and out.”

Rolling your eyes, you wave your hand. “Whatever.”

“No. No. It’s not whatever. It’s the truth. If you would’ve wanted it, I know what that looks like and let me tell you–” He points the finger toward the club. “That was not it.”

“Well, thanks for the rescue then. You can go back.”

He stares, not moving an inch. He gently moves his hand toward your face, tugging a piece of strand hair that’s stuck to the side of your cheek due to rain. You don’t move, in fact, your breath is caught in your throat as your heart erupts in your chest. A rush of adrenaline circulating in your system. 

Eyes dropping down to your lips, his thumb brushing against them, wiping some of your surely smudged lipstick in its corner. The other hand goes to the back of your neck, squeezing you there. Head dropping down, he’s not touching you with none of his features – nose and lips close to bumping and you catch yourself slightly pulling toward him. He’s like a magnet.

And then he pulls you away.

“This is what it would’ve looked like if you wanted it.”

Waking up from under the spell he so effortlessly made on you, your features twist into an annoyance and anger. He doesn’t look smug about it. He just accepts the truth, pointing you exactly that. It annoys you to the core and you scoff.

“That’s because I’m only used to it.”

He grins, nothing cheerful about it. It’s sassy and calling you on your bullshit. 

“You’re not giving me any space to experience something else.”

His brows raise, smugness coming to life as he bites his lips, nodding. It pisses you off so much, but all you can do is to stare at his own drenched form as his dark hair gets even darker under the moonlight and street lights.

“Tell yourself that all you want.”

A few beats of your heart, the time seems to stop for a moment until the door of the club opens and the two people that are easier to blame for everything, come to the scene.

“You guys where you went? Holy shit–It’s pouring!” Nara squeals, but giggles as the cold rain hits her glowing and spotless skin.

Despite everyone probably feeling the sudden shift of the events, none of them make it awkward or question it. They’re pretty much relaxed, even though Gabriel seems to be still embarrassed and quieter than usual. 

“I think I’m calling it a night.”

“Oh, bummed about it but it looks like there’s gonna be a storm. So it’s best we get home.” Nara agrees, already pulling out her phone to call the cab. 

Jungkook bluntly ignores Gabriel’s presence, not even turning around to acknowledge his presence as he comes closer to you.

“Sorry for… you know… pushing myself onto you. I–”

“No–” you shake your head. “It’s fine. No need to apologize.”

Giving Jungkook a side look, you see him rolling his eyes as you roll your own. Grabbing Gabriel by his wrist, you pull him aside out of Jungkook’s earshot. 

“He’s protective over me. Don’t beat yourself over it.”

Gabriel briefly looks in Jungkook’s direction. “Kinda annoyed at him, but I wouldn’t wanna kiss someone that doesn’t want to kiss me. I got caught up in the moment, which does not excuse me at all–”

“Gabriel, it’s fine. It’s not–nothing happened.”

Apparently, Jungkook can be very protective. Even though, deep down you know you didn’t want the kiss and that’s why Jungkook stepped in. He knows you the best. 

“Yeah.” He sounds disappointed and relieved at the same time, smiling at you. 

“The cab’s here.” Nara informs.

You move without hesitance. 

Once you enter the beach house, there’s a complete silence between you two – no difference after the last conversation you’ve had. If it wasn’t for the talking Nara and Gabriel did, there would be a dead silence on your way here. 

The two of you were dropped off first and you bid goodbyes in case you never meet again. Their vacation is ending just as much as yours does. You don’t even have their numbers or social media. They’re just people you met on your stay here.

Who knows if Jungkook does. He seemed to be getting along with everyone. 

Inconveniently, you both go to the kitchen and get yourselves a can of soda. You stay standing, leaning against the kitchen counter as you check the time. Jungkook does the same but sits down and drums his fingers against the marble island. 

You put your phone on the table, taking a sip to avoid the crucial silence that waits to explode. Realizing the slight fear you so desperately want to avoid, you take a few unnecessary sips. It feels like no matter what any of you says, it will just cause a bigger storm that is outside. 

In the distance you hear the sky rumbling. Great, it seems like there’s a storm coming. 

Something vibrates on the marble surface. Your and Jungkook’s eyes follow the sound as you notice it’s Taehyung calling you. Clearing your throat, you set aside the can and turn off the vibration, while your phone stills flashes.

Jungkook’s eyebrows shoot up, “You’re not getting that?”

“What do you want me to say to him? Tell him that this entire vacation has been awful?”

Jungkook’s brows frown and there’s a sadness crossing over his features over your blunt statement. 

“Other than the two days we actually had fun, of course.”

“I didn’t start it though,” Jungkook says, “We had this conversation before and it didn’t really go well.”

“I made a mistake.”

“Thank you.” he almost exclaims, proving his point. “You should change your clothes.”

By the time you got inside the cab, the rain was merciless to you and your clothes got super wet. Jungkook’s on it worse. Since he let you get inside the vehicle first, he got drenched and that’s the reason why he shrugged off the button-up and currently sits shirtless. 

You realize you just noticed. 

It’s the first time you properly looked at him since you’ve arrived.

“So do you,” you point out, “Or are you planning those droplets to just dry off?” 

There’s a hint of sarcasm aimed at the skin he’s currently showing. Of course, he doesn’t mind. He’s Jungkook. He could walk here totally nude and he would joke about it. 

He smiles. He freaking smiles and you give him a good roll of your eyes in return.

“Isn’t it uncomfortable to sit down with a wet ass anyway?”

“Are you pushing me away again?”

“That’s not–”

You sigh.

“That’s not it.”

“Isn’t it though?” Jungkook pushes, “That’s what you’ve been doing. Not me, Y/N.”

“I apologized for that. It wasn’t my decision to make, you made that clear and I understand.”

“But then you do what? Glue yourself to a guy who mostly just wants sex from you to prove what?”

Your jaw is close to hitting the floor. 

“Gabriel never hid his intentions. But you don’t know that of course, because you’re quick to judge him. Also, he has never really just wanted sex from me. He never pushed me to do anything and you made it sound as if that’s all I’m good for.”

“I would never even imply that because you know that’s not true! You’re more than that!”

“Then why are you even saying it?!” you exclaim, massaging your temples for a second.

“Fine, you wanted to have fun of your own. Doesn’t matter what your intentions were–”

“Suddenly we’re talking about my intentions?”

Jungkook takes a breath, “You’re not letting me talk.”

“I do! But you’re talking nonsense!”

“Nonsense?” Jungkook exclaims, standing up. “Or things you don’t want to hear?”

You stand, not moving an inch as you’re trying to process his words.

“You might think this is some ego stuff, but I can tell when you’re interested and when you’re not. Gabriel is just someone you’ve filled your free time with, to prove your own point.”

“Don’t you know it all?” you mock.

“I don’t, but I know you.”

“Oh, please–”

He chuckles, “Deny it all you want.”

“Gabriel is a nice guy, despite what you think. And you sound jealous.”

“I am.”

Everything stops for a moment.

“What?” you chuckle, a faint sign of nervosity. 

“We should’ve had all that fun. Not you and him. Not me and Nara. This was never supposed to be about them.”

You bite your inner cheek, his words hitting you in every bit. He’s right.

“I thought it would be a great opportunity to meet someone. Us–that would just block you.”

“And if I wanted that, I would’ve said something. And if you never want to have sex with me and want all of this to stop, you should’ve said so.”

“I thought this break we have going on is a great way to experience something new.”

“Did you want to experience it?”

“Well–I thought more of you–”

“Exactly.”

Mouth in a thin line, you poke your inner cheek. “You did seem to hit it off with her.”

“You did seem to hit it off with him.”

“Well, he’s a nice guy. I told you.”

“Yet, you don’t want him near you. Not in the way you’ve implied before.”

You don’t deny nor confirm. It’s pointless.

“And you? You said you don’t want to kiss Nara.” you say, straightening up as Jungkook nears you, interested in what you’re about to say. “Why?” 

The simple question sounds like a mere whisper, faded out by the rain hitting everything outside. 

“Because those are not the lips I wanna kiss.”

Ready to drop on your knees, you watch Jungkook’s eyes drop down to your lips and you strongly grip the counter behind you. Knuckles turning white, your eyes move on their own and follow Jungkook’s lips. 

“That sounds romantic.”

He shrugs, “I’ve always been kind of a romantic guy. Bear with me.”

There’s a flicker of lightness in his voice—a confession that feels more like a gentle reminder, because you’ve always known this about him. The corners of his mouth lift ever so slightly, subtle enough to miss, but you catch it. 

Before you even realize it, a soft giggle slips out—and suddenly, you’re both just looking at each other. No words pass between you, but in that silence, it hits you.

This is the first time you’ve genuinely laughed together since everything went downhill. Laughed. If that’s what you can call it.

Despite the genuine exchange of giggles and looks, there’s something lurking behind those big dark eyes. Without realizing, you have no idea there’s the same look in yours. It’s as if he’s daring you to react. To question something you both already know.

“Then tell me,” you feign obliviousness. “What lips are those you’re talking about.”

He lightly chuckles, the tip of his tongue gently wets his bottom lip. He cocks his head to the side, taunting you. “Guess.”

“I am supposed to guess now?”

“I could show you,” he hums, coming closer. “You wanna hint?”

“Try me.” you try not to swallow dryly as he grips the edge of the counter right next to your hands, caging you. 

“The lips that speak sometimes before they think.”

Biting down your lip, you prevent yourself from gasping in offence but it’s all written in your eyes. It makes Jungkook smile in triumph, but you continue in this game.

“No idea.”

“Hm,” he sucks in his bottom lip, feigning his deep thinking. “I guess I should show you instead.”

“You want to?” you ask, voice barely steady, trying not to sound like you need the answer too much.

“I’m dying to.” 

He’s so close. His warm breath tickles your face, and every part of you is strung tight—caught between the urge to close the space and the fear of what it might mean if you do.

Your hands twitch where they rest on the counter, so close to his, but not quite touching. 

“Well,” you breathe out already breathlessly, “We wouldn’t want you to die.”

“Is that your way of giving me permission?” he cocks his brow at you, finding your response nothing but amusing.

Your mouth is one step ahead and before you can think thoroughly about what your next words will be, they already leave past your lips–proving Jungkook’s previous words right. 

“You never stopped having one.”

In other scenarios, perhaps you would cringe at the raw honesty in that one statement. Sounding too real, romantic and even maybe a little needy. Not at the moment though. Now it’s your turn to give a reminder because that’s exactly what it is. 

It’s not about never wanting to—it’s about the constant battle of trying not to.

“It’s that easy, huh?”

His nose is so close. The familiarity of it on its way to bump yours is right there, yet he’s just inches from it. Holding himself back and driving you to insanity. 

Finding some voice left, you whisper; “Nothing is easy when it comes to us.”

It’s the painful reality, one you’re running from because there were days when a statement like this would be pure lies. Nothing else.

All of this is pushed aside. All of this is forgotten as Jungkook’s lips touch the apple of your cheek. So faint that you wonder if he even touched you or it’s all in your head. Eyes closing automatically, you slowly pry them open, knuckles turning white from how hard you’re gripping the counter.

“Seems easy to me.”

You gulp, “Then why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

“You want me to kiss you?” he questions deeply, clearly taunting you, playing with you.

He plays this game well. You will give him that.

“You said you know when a woman wants it,” you breathe out. “You said you know me inside and out.”

He smiles. He freaking smiles.

“You got me there.”

Just be done with it, you think. But the thought of not getting what you want at the moment consumes you. It feels like–if it’s just this time, so be it. You earn for him. The tension between you is insufferable. He’s right here. On the tip of your fingers, on a golden plate.

a/n: had to split this chapter into two parts (not happy about it but what can i do) please give some love to both parts and read my a/n in the second part that's posted! <3

PART 2

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[sunjaesol]

KING LEE HEON looking at JIYEONG in every episode (EP.01 - EP.12)

[elinerlina]

250911 Yoona at Sulwhasoo Photocall

[liveasbutterflies]

Your Majesty. Please don't forget your promise to find me.

Bon Appétit Your Majesty (폭군의 셰프 2025)

[yourmoonandstar]

[lily-s-world]

The book is a diary of everything that she cooked for him!!

[kdrama-galore]

Mangunrok

Bon appetit your majesty (2025) | ep 04

[khaoala]

Cook Yeon. Wherever you are, I will find you.

episode 12 of BON APPÉTIT, YOUR MAJESTY

[liveasbutterflies]

She is my chief royal cook, which means she is my person.

Bon Appétit Your Majesty (폭군의 셰프 2025)

[kdrama-boyfriend-club]

unhinged levels of sexual tension and they dont even know it this is the type of shit i live for

[sajaboysforever]

Artist : https://x.com/chzs_m

[sajaboysforever]

Artist : https://x.com/JumpyBun

[dontworrymochi]

Wishing this cutie patootie only beautiful things!! Happy birthday, Jungkookie!! ♥♥♥

[userjungkook97]

jungkook x calvin klein + black

[ahundredtimesover]

Belong (01) | MYG

Pairing: Yoongi x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: exes-to-lovers-to-exes-to-lovers; actress!OC x basketball coach!Yoongi; summer romance; “long” distance relationship; parallel timelines; angst, fluff, smut

Chapter (Series) Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption & passing out, family drama, sport injury; dreams & moving away; implied depression; basketball and acting talk; 2014 and 2022 Yoongi; shy and nonchalant cocky whipped Yoongi; explicit sexual content (specific warnings stated per chapter (18+)

Chapter Word count: 14.2k

Series Masterlist

Status: Complete

Series summary: Being an actor has always been your dream. Pursuing it meant many things - leaving the town where you grew up, distancing yourself from your family that had fallen apart, and saying goodbye to the man who made you feel what home was like. When you decide to finally return after being away for so long, you meet Min Yoongi again, and you’re reminded of the summer romance from 8 years ago with the college basketball superstar whose broken dream pushed you away. As you find yourself spending time with him, you’re left to wonder if love changes, if it gives second chances, or if it’s just another illusion that will hurt the both of you the second time around.

Listen to: Boston by Augustana; Shelter by Luca Fogale || Playlist 🎶

A/N: Posting this today to celebrate People pt.2 and D-Day! Here’s a little piece I’ve had for a while. It felt fitting to write something about dreams and finding your purpose through Yoongi and at a time when I’m going through something similar. There’s nothing like his wisdom and his warmth so I hope this could mean something to you somehow. 💕 Please enjoy! And 🫡 to NBA Ambassador Suga! Now that’s his 🏀 dream in another form.

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Inspired by “Tutor Me (Use Me)- Caelge”on ao3

I draw every six months (probably) and it usually stays a wip. So I will say that I am very happy to have made much more progress than before!

I am still learning quite a bit, and I know in the Empyrean fandom there isn’t too much “anime” style fan art. I plan on practicing/studying a bit more to give my style a more mature look. As of right now I am content with this! I hope I get to make progress and do our fav couple justice.

The author and her friends reactions were such a delight! What started as an itch in my brain, made others happy, and honestly nothing could beat that feeling. TMUM brought down the art block I’ve had for awhile, so many thanks to Caelge for writing such an amazing modern take of Xaden and Violet.