Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (GymOwner!JK/MotoRacer!JK/Biker!JK-TattoArtist!OC)
Genre: S2L - Smut - Fluff - Angst
Summary: Jeon Jungkook never let any distraction take him away from his motorcycle or his gym for more than one night. He just wants to speed around the track and feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins, the sex he gets thanks to his charm, is just a side dish to his life. A tough past brought him on that Ducati that he learned to love, a past you'll uncover, as you slowly seep in under his skin. It's a hell of a ride, in all senses, as you try to escape your own hell in the meanwhile.
Where will this ride bring you?
Will it be worth it in the end?
A/N: Pls be aware that this post may be subject to changes. New chapters and drabbles may be added to the list later in time. - Joy🐰
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (GymOwner!JK/MotoRacer!JK/Biker!JK-TattoArtist!OC)
Genre: S2L - Smut - Fluff - Angst
Summary: Jeon Jungkook never lets any distraction take him away from his motorcycle or his gym for more than one night. He just wants to speed around the track and feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins, the sex he gets thanks to his charm, is just a side dish to his life. A tough past brought him on that Ducati that he learned to love, a past you’ll uncover, as you slowly seep in under his skin. It’s a hell of a ride, in all senses, as you try to escape your own hell in the meanwhile. Where will this ride bring you? Will it be worth it in the end?
Chapter Warnings: the usual HEAVY flirting and teasing, Hani being annoying but she has reasons, brief mention of toxic ex, THEIR FIRST KISS, feelings (yup, it's a warning for me), they are idiots together, outdoor sex, mentions of voyeurism, fingering, slight breath play, orgasm denial, dom/sub dynamics, multiple ass slaps (he's obsessed with it), rough sex, light dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare. (sorry if I missed something)
Wc: 10.2k
A/N: Hello there! Here we are, after what feels like forever, with ch4 of this story! I hope you enjoy reading it! Let me know if you spot any errors. I tried to edit everything in one go, but that’s impossible with baby!
A few months ago, you could have never imagined that Tae’s advice to join the gym would lead you to this exact moment.
More than anything, you never expected that meeting Jungkook would push you to try so many new things all at once. From the very beginning, he knew exactly how to bring the right amount of strength out of your punches, and now here you are.
Every ride on Ducky sends a thrill through you.
Then again, so does almost every moment you spend with him.
Yes, there haven’t been many rides this past month. Maybe a couple with Tae and Hani, and just as many alone with Jungkook. Whether it was for a hot drink or simply the excuse of a late-night ride, he always invited you whenever he could.
And, of course, almost every time you saw him, things ended the same way: back at your place, fucking somewhere in your apartment because most nights, you never even made it to the bedroom.
Still, it’s been a busy month between work and the gym, though somehow the most overwhelming part has been buying motorcycle gear. Funny, considering everything else.
But when you think about it, it perfectly sums up the experience you’ve been having lately. Another first. Another step forward.
After the party that changed everything and the first time you slept with Jungkook, buying gear quickly became a necessity if you wanted to join the "real rides", as they call them. And somewhere between trying on helmets and jackets, you realized just how deep into all of this you really were.
Hani had come with you that day and secretly taken dozens of pictures while you tried on different pieces of gear.
And you still remember Jungkook’s comment when he saw the photo of you wearing a helmet.
"Now I see why you look at me like kids look at candy every time I put on my gear."
Same old tease. But you don't mind at all.
With him, it's almost natural; teasing each other like this is normal. Something your "friendship" is built on.
However.
There's always that thorn in your chest, because that's what it feels like. A sting, small but present. But you convince yourself you're doing a good job trying to smother whatever petals threaten to bloom inside your chest.
This Sunday, the guys decided to take a much longer ride with you and Hani, of course, from your house to the seafront and then up the hill, known for its incredible views, especially at sunset.
They should be there soon, and you and Hani are getting ready for the ride, double-checking your backpacks and gear.
As you're busy fixing your hair in a loose braid, your best friend is doing her usual best friend thing: peppering you with questions about Jungkook and teasing you about your obvious crush on him.
"I'm just saying, it's pretty obvious you like each other!"
"We do like each other," you reply with a long sigh. "As friends."
Hani looks at you with a shit-eating grin as you continue talking.
"Neither of us is interested in a relationship. We fuck and go on rides together sometimes, and that's fine for us."
You ignore her gaze and her giggles, focusing instead on braiding your hair.
After a while, when you're adjusting your riding pants and making sure the winter lining is properly positioned inside your jacket before putting it on, you hear a phone vibrate.
"It's Tae! They just got here."
Hani informs you. You nod and start to feel a little nervous, as always before a ride, as always before meeting Jungkook.
When you and Hani are finally ready, you grab your things and leave your apartment.
You find the boys with their bikes parked next to each other not far from the entrance of the building, and you don't miss the small smile that forms at the corner of Jungkook's mouth when he sees you arrive.
It's not the first time that you've seen him all geared up for a ride, but it always has an effect on you. And apparently, Jungkook is just as affected.
You say hi to Tae, who then shares a fleeting kiss with his girlfriend, and when you approach Jungkook, he's brushing his hair back with his hand.
"No kiss for me?"
He feigns a sad tone, his pout far too exaggerated for the glint in his mischievous gaze.
"Shut up."
You roll your eyes playfully.
"I haven't even said hi to you, and you're already shushing me!"
"Yup, that's your superpower!"
Tae chimes in from behind you, making you snicker at his sarcastic comment.
"Are you finally admitting that I'm super?"
Jungkook raises an eyebrow, turning to his friend, who shakes his head in exasperation.
"You're insufferable," you say, half-laughing.
Hani and Tae put on their helmets, ready to go, but just as you're about to put yours on, Jungkook stops you.
"Wait, did you stop by the store to get the padding changed?"
You nod, handing him the helmet.
"The guy said it should fit better now."
Jungkook takes it from your hands, inspecting it carefully before checking the intercom.
During the last few rides, the microphone inside the helmet had muffled your voice too much, while the loose padding made the fit less secure than it should've been.
"The microphone should work better too."
He hums in acknowledgment before turning the helmet in his hands and lowering it over your head.
You dip your chin slightly, pulling your braid over your shoulder and tucking a few loose strands behind your ears.
Jungkook studies you through the slit of the open visor for a moment before gripping the front of the helmet and giving it a light shake.
A surprised sound leaves you, your brows furrowing immediately, but he barely reacts, his attention still fixed on the fit.
"Yeah, that's much better." His lips curl into a grin. "Your cheeks are all squished now."
"Isn't it too tight like this?"
His gaze flicks back to you, amusement instantly returning to his expression.
"No, princess, it's supposed to be thigh enough to protect that pretty little head of yours."
Thankfully, the helmet hides the warmth spreading across your cheeks.
"Weird that you didn't make a joke when I said it was too tight."
You retort and Jungkook looks almost offended.
"Oh, and I'm the one with the dirty mind?"
You snort softly while he laughs under his breath, clearly satisfied once Hani's voice crackles through the intercom as he slips his own helmet on.
"We can hear everything! Change the channel if you're going to act like dirty lovebirds, just saying!"
Embarrassment eats you alive. This will only fuel Hani's endless teasing about your crush on Jungkook, and you silently curse yourself for it.
Jungkook only laughs before finally climbing onto Ducky.
Everyone's ready to go now. The boys start their bikes, and the roar of the engines cuts through the quiet of the early sunday afternoon, enough to send a wave of excitement through your limbs.
Even though you've ridden on Jungkook's Ducky before, this is the first time you're wearing gear that actually fits you. Your very own gear.
Once you're settled behind him, Jungkook speaks through the intercom, his voice crackling softly in your helmet.
"So, you know the drill," he starts. "You can rest your palms on the tank or hold onto my waist." Then he adds, "But try to relax your legs as much as possible."
You already knew today would feel different.
This wasn't just a quick ride through the city. It was longer, slower in some ways, meant to enjoy the view, the speed, and the warmth of the sunny afternoon rather than simply reaching a destination— which also meant you'd probably start feeling the discomfort of Ducky's saddle sooner or later.
As you ride toward the seafront, the sound of the wind slowly begins to blend with your thoughts. Tall buildings gradually give way to quieter suburban villas lined with gardens, sunlight filtering through the trees as you cruise peacefully down the road.
You feel like you're learning more and more about bikes, or at least about being the passenger on one. You're not just dead weight on the back seat; your body has to move with the rider as naturally as possible, especially through corners.
As you approach your first stop, you take a moment to take in the scenery.
For early January, it's a surprisingly mild day, especially this close to the sea. The breeze is stronger here, waves crashing steadily against the shore. The sun is almost blinding as it reflects against the endless deep blue of the water.
A particularly strong gust of wind shakes the bike slightly, making it sway for a moment. Your hands, which until then had been resting on the tank, instinctively move to Jungkook's hips, gripping them tightly.
You hear Jungkook laugh softly, amused by your reaction.
"Everything okay?" he finally asks, still feeling your arms wrapped around him.
"Yeah, don't laugh. I'm not used to it like you are!"
Even through the intercom, the irritation in your voice is obvious, despite your attempt to not sound so harsh.
Jungkook immediately picks up on your tone and tries to reassure you.
"I wasn't laughing at you!"
You can hardly believe it, knowing him, and almost as if he can sense your doubt, he continues.
"Up until a few days ago, you'd slam your helmet against my head at the slightest gear change or braking. We're making some progress here!"
Rolling your eyes at him is a habit now. But deep down, you know he's right; you don't know how you managed not to give him a concussion with all the accidental headbutts during your previous rides.
"Sorry," you sigh. "Maybe I've always just been too tense? I feel more confident now, knowing we're both protected."
It almost seems contradictory considering your reaction to a gust of wind, but Jungkook tilts his head slightly to glance at you through the side mirror.
He doesn't say anything, just looks at you for a few brief moments before continuing to ride as if nothing happened.
You're not sure how to interpret that silence or that gesture. Maybe the visor hides more than it should.
The ride continues smoothly, with Tae joining the conversation several times to talk about things you know nothing about, like which turns to take to reach the waterfront parking lot and what to do once you get there.
Grabbing a quick coffee had been the unanimous choice for the first stop.
Once they reach the parking lot they'd discussed earlier, the boys look for a place to park and, luckily, after a short search, find two spots close together.
Tae and Hani get off almost immediately once the bikes are turned off, taking off their helmets in no time.
As for you, Jungkook was right when he said you need to relax your legs.
When you try to push yourself up using his shoulders, you immediately feel the full effect of spending so much time in the saddle, wincing at the sudden discomfort.
Your butt muscles ache, and your legs feel numb from the prolonged tension. The rides you've done before helped you get somewhat used to the saddle, but spending this much time sitting like that for the first time was definitely a challenge— and this is only the first part of the ride.
You know your complaint hasn't gone unnoticed when you hear Hani laugh.
"Poor thing," her tone almost too teasing, "does your butt hurt?"
You get off the bike, grabbing Jungkook's hand as he helps you keep your balance, and before you can respond, he takes off his helmet and gives you a shameless grin.
"I'll gladly volunteer to give you a massage!"
Jungkook replies a little too enthusiastically, making an unmistakable gesture with his hands, enough to make Hani burst out laughing.
"God, I knew you'd say something like that. Hani practically handed that one to you on a silver platter!"
You say before ignoring their laughs while trying to stretch your legs as much as possible. Your muscles are a little stiff, but you already feel yourself relaxing as you walk around the parked bikes.
"They should add extra padding for your ass!"
The two of them look at you, amused.
"Come on, you'll get used to it soon."
Hani approaches you with an apologetic smile, and as if to make up for teasing you so much, she strokes your hair, slightly messy despite the long braid you'd done to keep it as neat as possible.
Meanwhile, Jungkook has gone to join Tae to pay for the parking ticket.
"You know I love you, right?"
Her words, calm and suddenly full of affection, immediately make you suspicious, your brows furrowing in confusion. “What’s gotten into you all of a sudden?”
“I realize I’ve been tormenting you with this Jungkook thing,” she confesses, sounding almost guilty, “but it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you look so… serene.”
She looks at you with a soft smile. “I missed this version of you,” she adds gently.
You stare at her for what feels like an endless moment, realizing the weight of your changes.
Ray feels like such a distant thought now that you can almost feel his disgusting presence fading away more and more. He no longer has a grip on your fragile heart the way he did months ago, and you've noticed it too.
Every time your eyes meet Jungkook's, you're reminded of how different your life feels now.
Joining the gym was the best choice you could have made.
You feel like you're finally on the right path, you're more confident, more sociable, but above all, you smile again.
Even now, as your mind wanders and Hani looks at you proudly, you smile.
You take her hand and squeeze it gently.
"I know, but give me a break every now and then."
You quickly glance toward the two boys, making sure they can't hear what you're about to say.
"I don't know what I really feel…" you almost whisper, even though Tae and Jungkook are standing pretty far away.
Actually, you think you do.
When you spend time with him, your heart beats so fast you almost fear he can feel it too, and that blooming sensation grows stronger and stronger.
After all, flowers can grow even through asphalt.
All it takes is a small crack, a fissure in the concrete, and it's over; sooner or later, something will bloom.
Hani smiles; she can probably see the conflict written all over your face, but you hope you won't have to put all the turmoil inside you into words.
You're hopelessly attracted to Jungkook, and by now it's obvious to anyone who catches you looking at him, but you're still so afraid of taking things further.
Maybe this is the only thing that still reminds you of how destructive Ray was for you— perhaps the last shard of glass that needs to be removed before the wound can finally heal.
So you can love again.
Love. Just thinking about the word already makes your legs shake.
You check your surroundings as the boys jog back toward you.
You're surprised to see the place so crowded— people strolling under the sun, children running around happily, most of the kiosks still open despite the season.
Everyone seems so carefree here, far away from the chaos of the city. They laugh, play, and enjoy the warmth of the beautiful afternoon.
For a moment, you're tempted to buy some cotton candy, but you decide to stick to the group's plan of grabbing a quick coffee before continuing up the hill before sunset.
Even though the stop had been short, it felt refreshing.
Still, once you're back on Ducky, Hani's words continue to echo in your mind during the ride uphill, a bitter taste lingering.
She missed the old you.
And until now, you had never truly realized how much this past version of yourself had affected your friends too.
It hadn't been easy for you, obviously, but you never stopped to think about how hard it must have been for them to watch you change so drastically after meeting Ray— to see you so broken by all his threats and assaults after the break up.
One memory resurfaces more vividly than the others.
Tae telling you, almost angrily, that Ray would lose the moment you finally started living again. The moment you embraced the version of yourself that existed before he ever entered your life.
Tae had been furious that day after pulling Ray away from you once again.
You remember feeling grateful for his help, but also deeply hurt by his words.
Because all you could hear at the time was that Ray had already won.
He had destroyed your life, hollowed out your personality, and left behind nothing but an empty, cracked shell filled with void.
Back then, you were still too consumed by pain to understand what Tae had truly meant.
It was also the first and only time you completely shut yourself off from your friends, too broken to listen, too exhausted to understand.
Misery had become familiar.
Safe, in a very twisted way.
The sun slowly slips behind the trees, inching closer and closer to disappearing behind the opposite side of the hill.
The air feels crisper here, and nearly every tree trunk decorating the landscape is covered in moss.
After a few turns, you realize you've been riding along the colder, damper side of the hill, because suddenly the scenery begins to change almost completely.
And it's beautiful to witness something so different waiting just on the other side— the warmer, sunnier one.
Watching the landscape slowly transform makes you think that maybe the gradual changes happening inside you carry their own kind of beauty too, and somehow that's enough to let old memories quietly slip from your mind.
Small houses dot the slopes of the hill, some surrounded by neat little lawns visible even from here.
A beautiful view framed by a sky that shifts color with every passing minute.
The boys are talking about something through the intercom, something you're barely paying attention to, too absorbed in the scenery and in the comforting feeling of absentmindedly holding onto Jungkook.
How long has his hand been resting over yours, wrapped around his waist?
It can't have been long considering how winding the road is, but the fact you hadn't even noticed makes the gesture feel almost… natural.
You soon catch sight of the viewpoint they've talked so much about.
Heat creeps up your neck at the realization, but despite the embarrassment, you don't move a muscle until Jungkook finally shifts to park the bike.
The seafront was beautiful, but up here, at the top of the hill, the view is breathtaking.
Pale sunlight reflects across the same sea whose waves you had admired barely thirty minutes ago. Yet from up here, it looks almost perfectly still, and the quiet surrounding you here is comforting.
There are no other visitors around, so the guys decide to park as close as possible to the benches beneath the trees overlooking the houses, the small forest, and the sea stretching far into the distance.
Once you get off and remove your helmets, you take the opportunity to pull out your phone and snap a few pictures.
The scenery looks straight out of a postcard, the cool tones of the winter landscape blending perfectly with the pale sky and scattered clouds above.
"Want to take a group photo while there's still a good light?"
Tae interrupts your photographer moment, and you immediately smile at the idea of having a memory to look back on with your friends.
You all settle onto one of the benches while Tae tries to find the perfect angle, balancing his phone on the saddle of his bike.
Hani throws out a few suggestions, and before long Tae sets the self-timer and jogs back toward you, slipping into place beside his girlfriend.
There's something almost tangible about the lightheartedness of this moment, captured in the smiles frozen in the picture.
Tae proudly shows you the result after getting it right on the first try, and Jungkook immediately asks him to send it over so he can print it later.
After that, you decide to take off your jacket, finding it too heavily padded even for the chilly weather.
You pull a sweatshirt from your backpack while Hani and Tae announce that they're going for a short walk around the area.
And just like that, you're left alone with Jungkook.
He's already sitting comfortably on the bench, silently scanning the horizon with his hands clasped together, elbows resting against his thighs.
You instinctively reach for your phone to capture the moment, but as you're ready to snap, Jungkook turns toward you, searching for you with his gaze, which immediately softens when he realizes you're trying to snap a picture of him without him noticing.
"You like what you see, huh?"
Always ready with a joke and that flirtatious smile, he poses for you, sporting a peace sign as you take the picture before you walk over to him.
"Oh, you bet," you reply as you inspect the picture, then you return his smile before adding teasingly a moment later, "The scenery's not bad either, I guess."
You put your phone away as you sit down triumphantly beside him; it feels like you've just won the argument with that comeback.
Jungkook chuckles, shifting his gaze away almost as if your veiled compliment made him shy.
You watch him, amused, catching that sweet little habit of his— pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek. It always gives him such a cute look, a sharp contrast to his usual mannerisms.
As he shifts position and leans back against the bench, he props one ankle over his knee while leaning slightly over, his arm resting on the bench behind you, as you sit comfortably, watching birds flutter across the horizon.
The fresh air and peaceful surroundings wrap around you as you chat about random things: your job, his gym and how the last race turned out.
Meanwhile, Tae and Hani have returned and settled onto the bench beside yours. You don't pay much attention to the two lovebirds, occasionally catching them kissing between conversations.
Suddenly, Jungkook breaks the brief silence between you, catching your attention.
"So, how do you like being my backpack?" he asks, genuinely curious, his gaze still fixed on something in the distance.
"Do you give nicknames to everything?"
You don't know much about biker slang, but you assume it might just be a cute nickname for a passenger.
"Not everything. Just sexy things."
He replies without hesitation, finally looking at you again with his usual smirk.
"Oh, so you think I'm sexy?"
You barely have time to enjoy the confirmation before he adds,
"Ducky is sexy too!"
There he is, the same Jungkook, always ready to joke, always ready to banter with you. Such a flirt.
You playfully punch his arm, and Jungkook reacts dramatically, pretending the hit was much stronger than it actually was.
"You're such a tease," you say with a smile.
Jungkook watches you smugly as he taps his fingers against the wooden bench.
"You always avoid my questions, though."
Oh, well, he is right.
It's almost completely true. You've learned that most of the time his flirting comes from exchanges like these, but this time you realize he seems genuinely interested in your answer, like he truly wants to know how you're experiencing this whole motorcycle thing with him.
You look at him and realize he's serious. He almost seems worried about what your answer might be.
So you decide to be completely honest.
"I love being your backpack, really."
When his expression visibly softens, you add,
"I thought the idea of getting on a bike would terrify me, but I actually really like it."
Jungkook smiles then, and it's beautiful— sweet and relieved.
"I'm glad."
His tone, calm and warm, is like a soft caress.
You'd give anything to always see that smile on his face, and that's exactly what makes you realize just how strong your crush on this man is.
Maybe Hani's right. Maybe you should stop worrying so much and just let go. Maybe you should allow yourself to enjoy these feelings freely.
But deep down, you know what you feel still isn't strong enough to overcome your fears. At least not yet. It's not time yet.
Tae appears behind you, resting his hands on Jungkook's shoulders.
"Guys, it's gonna be completely dark soon, and I thought I'd take Hani out to dinner somewhere not too far from here before driving her home. Wanna join us?"
"Unfortunately, I can't. I open the shop tomorrow morning, and I still have to finish fixing two sketches for an afternoon client."
You would've loved to eat with them, warming yourself up with a steaming bowl of Kimchi-jjigae, but duty calls, and maybe your chronic procrastination is partly to blame for not being able to stay for dinner.
"That means we'll have to part ways here," Tae concludes, smirking and feigning sadness over the separation before looking at Hani, who has already grabbed her helmet and is ready to go.
Jungkook chuckles softly.
"I won't miss you."
"Bruh, same!"
The two of them are seriously like Tom and Jerry sometimes.
"Well, we should get going then. See you at work tomorrow?"
Hani turns to you before putting on her helmet while Tae walks off to put on his and warm up the motorcycle engine.
"Yup, have fun and eat well!"
Your friend winks at you before saying goodbye and wishing you a safe ride home.
Before getting on the bike, Tae waves one last time, reminding Jungkook to ride carefully. Then the two of them take off, and the roar of the engines gradually fades into the distance.
It's just the two of you now. And Ducky, of course.
The temperature is starting to drop, and maybe it's time to put your jacket back on. You get up from the bench to grab your backpack from Ducky's seat so you can put your sweatshirt away.
You slip your jacket back on while Jungkook stays seated, quietly watching the golden light in silence.
You wonder if something hidden in the darker corners of his mind has caught his attention again, stealing away the smile he'd been wearing until just moments ago.
His gaze is fixed on the sky somewhere near the setting sun.
You sit back down beside him and softly ask,
"Are you okay?"
The uncertainty in your voice is unmistakable.
You almost feel guilty for disturbing him. His gaze falls on you, but it feels distant somehow, stripped of that warm familiarity you've grown used to seeing in his eyes.
He seems almost empty, and something inside your chest aches at the sight of it. Whatever torments him from time to time strongly enough to extinguish that light in him, you wish it didn't exist.
"Yeah… sorry."
He smiles at you, but it doesn't reach his eyes at all— flat, almost forced.
"I love this place. It's peaceful."
His gaze drifts back toward the landscape, almost as if he's trying to guide your attention away from something you still can't fully grasp.
You follow his gaze anyway, watching it wander over the details of the scenery stretched out before you.
"Do you want to stay a little longer?"
Jungkook nods without saying anything else, and you respect his silence.
He seems like he wants to savor a few more moments here, and the question has come naturally to you.
You just want to see that beautiful smile on his face again.
You can't know for sure, but you sense that he's struggling with something. Maybe this place means more to him than you thought, or maybe being here brought back painful memories. Who knows.
"I come here often, even without Tae," he begins, a faint melancholy lingering in his voice.
"It's almost always desert, especially during winter, and I like coming here to disconnect from the city for a while."
You nod softly; it really is a beautiful place, and it's easy to understand why it became his favorite spot to unwind and escape everyday life.
"I'm glad you came here with me today."
His tone suddenly softens.
He's grateful simply because you're here, and the feeling that realization gives you is overwhelming in the best possible way.
You want to tell him that his presence has become important to you too, that he played such a crucial role in the beginning of your healing, but the words remain trapped somewhere in your chest, impossible to let out.
Not yet, at least.
"We can come back whenever you want."
You can't bring yourself to say anything more, afraid your voice might tremble, even though you could probably blame it on the cold if it did.
A faint blush warms your cheeks, but thankfully the sunset hides it well, brushing your features with soft shades of orange.
With those words, it almost feels like the shadow hanging over him disappears for a moment, retreating somewhere deep within Jungkook's mind.
He gently takes your hand then, his thumb stroking over the back of it.
Suddenly, he bursts out laughing, the abrupt shift in mood catching you completely off guard.
"God, I always forget how tiny your hands are!"
You snort softly, and with that breath, the tension leaves your body, giving way to genuine laughter.
Apparently, this detail is never going unnoticed, and you've accepted that by now.
Still, the atmosphere feels lighter again, and you have to thank your tiny hands for that.
"Should we start heading back? We still have a long ride ahead of us."
You nod. It's almost dinner time, and you'd like to get home early enough to have a look on those sketches, to eat, shower, and collapse on your bed afterward.
You settle in and let Jungkook check your gear and helmet, making sure you haven't missed any zippers, snaps, or anything else.
Satisfied that everything is in place, he gives you a thumbs-up, then he starts the engine of his beloved Ducky before helping you climb onto the bike.
The ride home is mostly downhill, gravity naturally pressing you closer against Jungkook's back.
Despite the layers of padding and his back protector, the awareness of his body so close to yours is impossible to ignore.
So, as Jungkook rides at a moderate pace through the downhill curves, you let your hands rest lightly against his thighs.
Only last week, during a short ride, Jungkook had implied he could resist your teasing hands, though it had really just been an obvious excuse to get you to indulge him — something he admitted himself the following day.
Back then, you hadn't wanted to give him the satisfaction, so you hadn't even tried.
Now, though, you're genuinely curious to see how far you can push him and whether it would still affect him through all those layers of clothing.
Besides, this time he probably isn't expecting it.
So you gather some courage and begin tracing your hands along his thighs, slowly massaging the muscles before sliding down toward his knees and back up again.
"What are you trying to do?"
His voice is steady and low through the intercom.
You catch him tilting slightly to the side as if he's attempting to look back at you, even though it's obviously impossible with the helmet on. Still, you know him enough to understand; his body language says enough.
He's tensed up slightly, and you can practically picture the expression hidden beneath his helmet. That's a real shame you can't see it.
"What? I'm just massaging your thighs."
You feign innocence, even though your voice sounds far too seductive for anyone to believe your intentions are pure.
"You're playing a dangerous game…"
Short and concise, his voice has dropped lower too.
As you take one particularly sharp curve, you decide to use the intercom to play dirty.
The speed is safe enough for it, and the descent makes everything feel more natural.
So you arch your back slightly, letting his gentle braking push your body against his. Your breathing grows heavier as you continue leaning into him, slowly caressing his legs until one of your hands settles against the inside of his thigh while the other drifts upward toward his abdomen and chest.
"Y/N..."
Your name, you've started to love it ever since it began falling from his lips with such an addictive sound.
You hum in question, your hands never faltering.
"What am I risking?" you ask in a low voice. You can't wait to get home, let him climb on top of you, and let him fuck you until you pass out.
The thought alone turns you on enormously, so much so that you almost feel the need to undress and let the cold air calm the burning beneath your skin.
It probably wouldn't be enough, especially if you keep touching him like this.
Jungkook doesn't respond. You only hear his slightly labored breathing, and you sense the gradual change in speed that makes you smile with satisfaction. Apparently, he can't wait to get back either.
But when your hands find their place on the tank and you leave him to drive undisturbed, Jungkook slows down dramatically, almost slamming on the brakes.
You scan the surroundings but don't remember ever taking a dirt road like this to get to the top of the hill.
Realization hits quickly.
Jungkook stops Ducky in what seems like a pull-off well hidden by trees and turns the engine off.
"Are you going to kill me and dump my body here?"
You exaggerate a feigned concern that only earns a dark chuckle from Jungkook.
As he helps you down and puts up the center stand, he turns off the intercom and pulls off his helmet.
You watch him with hungry eyes as his dark locks momentarily fall over his face.
He runs a hand through his hair as if trying to fix it at least a little, then places his hands on the sides of your helmet and opens the visor.
"Take off your helmet."
His tone is firm but not stern; he's all bossy right now, and you love it.
You comply, unfastening and removing your helmet.
Meanwhile, Jungkook has carefully removed his jacket and gently places it on the ground next to Ducky before setting his helmet on top of it to keep it from getting dirty or scratched. Your helmet comes next, positioned beside his.
When Jungkook turns his attention back to you, there's a predatory look in his eyes, his decisive movements a clear sign that you're officially in trouble.
The confirmation comes the moment he presses his body against yours, trapping you between himself and Ducky's side.
"Told you you were risking."
He whispers the words against your ear as he pulls off his gloves, tossing them somewhere near the handlebars.
"Ooh, I'm sooo scared," you mock him, matching his tone with a cheeky little smile while pulling off your gloves as well.
Jungkook smirks, taking them from your hands without ever breaking eye contact.
He studies you carefully— or maybe he's simply trying to escape the spell your bold hands had cast on him earlier, your dark eyes pulling him in like they always do.
He places your gloves beside his before gently taking your chin between his fingers.
You let him guide you as he tilts your head slightly, exposing your neck and making it vulnerable to the trail of warm, wet kisses he presses against your skin.
The sky above is now a deepening blue, streaked with dark clouds as daylight slowly fades. Visibility isn’t great out here, but that only adds to the strange sense of isolation surrounding you both.
You shiver when the cool air hits the saliva Jungkook leaves on your neck while he gently traces the contours of your face with one hand, using the other to brush away a few loose strands of hair and tuck them behind your ear.
"Jungkook," you whisper almost imperceptibly, "someone might see us."
Even though the fear of being discovered is evident in your voice, the contradiction in your body language is just as clear. You close your eyes, savoring his lips on your skin as if he might stop at any moment.
Jungkook keeps kissing and touching your skin as though his breathing depends on it while slowly unbuttoning your jacket and tugging down the zipper.
"No one's gonna see us, princess."
His slightly labored breath brushes against your ear, and his next words send an unexpected shiver of pleasure through you.
"If anyone happens to pass by, they might just enjoy the show."
Your mind immediately begins to wander.
You imagine yourself here, in the middle of nowhere at dusk, with Jungkook fucking you against Ducky, and the mere thought of someone catching you in the act fills you with the reckless thrill of doing something forbidden for the first time.
Your core throbs with anticipation, and you have to bite down on your lip to stop a moan from slipping out.
"Fuck," is all you manage through a strained breath.
Jungkook seems satisfied. The idea of being seen hasn't scared you— if anything, it seems to have turned you on even more, and he's noticed.
He bites into your throat just enough to make you gasp, a smirk tugging at his lips as he hums low.
"Being watched while I fuck you on my bike turns you on?"
His hands slip beneath the fabric of your jacket and sweatshirt, pushing the motorcycle jacket off your shoulders and down your arms until it hangs loosely around your elbows without fully removing it.
You let him do it, the cold now the last thing on your mind, especially with his body pressed so close to yours— and even more so with the anticipation of what's about to happen.
"No," you reply hesitantly. "That would be embarrassing."
Even though the words leave your lips in the form of a sigh, you can hardly believe this is actually exciting to you.
It's strange.
The mere fantasy of it is thrilling, but if it really happened, you don't know how you'd react.
You'd probably be mortified.
And honestly, you'd rather never find out.
Sensing the uncertainty in your voice, Jungkook tries to reassure you.
"Don't worry. If anyone's going to watch us out here, it'll probably just be a couple of foxes or squirrels."
And somehow, it works.
You both burst into laughter at the same time.
Jungkook can't even finish the sentence with a straight face before breaking down, and you instinctively cover your face as you laugh too, imagining foxes and squirrels peeking out from somewhere between the trees, catching the two of you in the act.
"You're such an idiot, oh my God!"
Jungkook has this kind of superpower: he can make the atmosphere unbearably hot one second and unbelievably light the next, and somehow you're always perfectly in sync with him.
You place your hands on his shoulders while your laughter echoes through the silence of the hill, and for a brief moment, the two of you simply look at each other as if time itself has stopped.
Your laughter slowly fades, and God, he looks beautiful beneath the faint light brushing over his soft features.
You feel the growing urge to kiss his tempting lips, your eyes lingering on the piercing you've been dying to touch.
Almost instinctively, your hand slides from his shoulder to his jaw, your thumb settling against his soft lower lip before delicately brushing over the metal.
It feels cold beneath your touch, and you're not entirely sure how long you've been staring at his lips before finally looking back into his eyes.
It seems he's been watching your lips too, wondering what they taste like, just like you.
You wet your lips, suddenly aware of how dry they feel, and something shifts in Jungkook's gaze as it darkens.
You caress his cheek as your fingers move up to the hair behind his ear, and Jungkook finally gives in to the desire clouding his thoughts.
In the blink of an eye, he closes the distance and crashes his lips against yours.
His hands move to your face, cupping your cheeks as he deepens the kiss, and your body immediately melts into the same overwhelming feeling.
That blooming you had tried to smother for so long?
The moment his lips touch yours, all your effort becomes useless.
Something blooms open inside your chest, your heart beating impossibly fast as warmth spreads through your entire body, leaving no room for denial anymore.
Something is there, and you can't ignore it now.
Right now, there are no words capable of explaining the whirlwind of emotions you're experiencing. There's something hidden behind this kiss, something neither of you is ready to confront.
Friends don't kiss.
But friends with benefits can... right?
It doesn't matter right now; the only thing that matters is his lips on yours and this warm sensation they awaken inside you.
You feel a wild fire deep in your belly that spreads quickly.
Your fingers tighten in his hair as you brush your tongue against his lips with lust, silently asking for permission to let your tongues melt together in a slow, languid dance.
Jungkook lets out a deep breath, almost as if he's been holding it in this whole time — almost as if he'd been afraid you might reject his kiss. A breath that sounds almost relieving.
He pulls you closer as he finally lets his tongue meet yours, deepening the kiss. It tastes like heaven and hell melting together into something dangerously addictive.
Within seconds, everything becomes clouded with desire.
You vaguely remember shrugging off your jacket, which had still been hanging around your forearms, just so you could move more freely and wrap your arms around his body without ever breaking the kiss.
Your breaths mingle, soft moans slipping from both of you as the kiss grows hotter and hotter.
"Can I touch you?"
Jungkook and his habit of asking for consent will always be sexy to you.
He whispers the question against your lips, still kissing and caressing you feverishly.
You have no intention of pulling away from him right now, not even to tell him yes — that you need him to touch you, to do whatever he wants with you.
Instead, you show him.
You take one of his hands firmly while lifting your sweatshirt with the other, guiding his warm hand beneath it until it reaches your covered breast.
A low guttural sound rumbles from Jungkook's throat, clearly pleased by your boldness.
He gently squeezes your soft flesh, teasing the hardening nipple through your bra.
One particular pinch pulls a moan from your lips loud enough to force you away from the kiss, your brows furrowing in pleasure while the growing wetness between your thighs makes it painfully obvious how much you're enjoying this.
You breathe heavily as your trembling hands move toward the zipper of his motorcycle pants.
"Can I?"
Even though you've already crossed that line, asking still feels natural.
Jungkook smiles before answering,
"Yes, but it's my turn to make you feel good."
He lets you unzip his pants and pull them down just enough to reveal the outline of his erection beneath his underwear, but stops your hand just before you can touch him more.
"Turn around," he says gently, and although reluctant, you obey. You really wanted to feel how hard he is for you.
Once you turn around, Jungkook guides your hands to let them rest on the soft saddle of his bike.
His hands glide over your hips before reaching the waistband of your pants to unbutton and unzip them.
Trapped between the motorcycle and his body, you feel deliciously trapped.
You let his hand slip inside your pants, but Jungkook doesn't go straight where you want him the most. No, he loves taking his time with you. You've learned that after countless nights spent with him.
He lowers his hand slightly, keeping you close with one arm while the other finds the soaked fabric between your thighs.
"Always so wet for me."
Pride laces his deep voice as he rubs slow circles over your clit through your soaked panties.
"It's your fault," you murmur, resting your head back against his toned chest while your body melts.
Jungkook presses his hips against you, his hard cock grinding teasingly against your ass.
"You're just as guilty."
He rolls his hips against you a few more times, drawing a strained breath from your lips.
Then he pulls his hand from your pants— only to slide it back inside, this time beneath your panties.
His fingers immediately find your swollen, sensitive clit before dragging lower, teasing your folds and entrance.
You moan as his skilled middle finger glides through your wetness, lingering torturously between your clit and your entrance without actually pushing inside, teasing you slowly with your own arousal.
You're not exactly sure when you started moving your hips along with his rhythm, but by doing so, you're rubbing ass against his erection.
You can feel him throbbing behind you, and the sound of his breathing near your ear only fuels the ecstasy building inside you.
At one particularly pleasurable roll of his hips, Jungkook slips his hand from beneath your hoodie and brings it to your neck.
The gesture catches you off guard, and a jolt of electricity rushes through your body when his fingers tighten lightly around it.
"Maybe I really should make you beg for it after all that teasing."
You're breathless— not because his grip around your neck is too tight. It's nothing more than a gentle reminder of who's in control right now.
No, what truly steals the air from your lungs is the hand working between your thighs, growing bolder and more relentless as Jungkook speaks.
Two of his fingers slide inside you smoothly, drawing a broken gasp from your lips.
You're panting now, your thighs instinctively pressing together around his hand, but it does nothing to stop him.
Jungkook keeps moving his fingers mercilessly, the wet sounds between your legs mixing with your shaky breaths as you drift closer and closer to the edge.
You're incapable of speaking, too consumed by the overwhelming pleasure he's pulling from your body, too focused on matching his rhythm and savoring every second of it.
When his fingers tighten around your neck just a little more, it feels like you're about to fall apart completely, your orgasm so close you can already taste it.
Your walls clench around his fingers rhythmically— and then suddenly, Jungkook pulls his hand from your pants, the grip around your neck disappearing just as quickly.
You lean heavily against the motorcycle, panting as frustration replaces the delicious pleasure that had consumed you only seconds earlier.
You almost turn around to ask him what the hell is wrong with him when you were so close, but Jungkook answers before you can even speak.
"Like I said... I want you to beg for it."
His voice is low and rough, thick with arousal.
Before you can process the words completely, he brings his fingers— still soaked with your arousal— to his mouth, slowly licking them clean before sucking them between his lips.
You look up at him, your expression caught somewhere between bliss and irritation.
And Jungkook looks completely obsessed with it.
You can see it clearly in his eyes: the satisfaction of seeing you all hot and bothered because of him, and the taste of your arousal on his tongue it's just the cherry on top for him.
You turn around on shaky legs, too desperate to argue, too eager to finally feel him inside you.
You voice your thoughts as you grab his hips and press your body against his, your hands quickly finding their way beneath the fabric of his boxers to squeeze his toned ass.
His skin feels soft beneath your touch, and Jungkook lets you do whatever you want with a smug expression on his face, his cock twitching as he subtly rolls his hips against yours.
"Fuck me senseless..." you whisper while looking straight into his eyes.
You hadn't noticed it before, but your eyes are slightly glossy from the orgasm he'd denied you moments earlier, making them shine even more beautifully.
Jungkook notices too, and it drives him insane. Your words pour gasoline over the fire already burning inside him.
He bites down on his lip slowly, a guttural sound rumbling from his throat strongly enough to make you tremble.
Then he spins you around again, this time hard enough for you to catch yourself against the bike to keep your balance.
In one smooth movement, he pulls down your pants and panties together just enough to reveal the heat between your thighs.
The cool evening air brushes against your overheated skin, and suddenly Jungkook delivers a sharp slap that leaves your skin stinging pleasantly afterward.
You jolt at the mixture of pain and pleasure, only for his hands to immediately soften as he gently caresses the reddened skin.
You glance back over your shoulder just in time to watch him push down his pants and boxers, finally freeing his hard cock from the restrictive fabric.
Instinctively, you arch your back and rest your elbows on the saddle, as an invitation.
Jungkook watches you like this and can't help biting his lip again at the sight in front of him.
Seeing you this submissive and compliant drives him crazy.
He wanted to put his hands on you ever since you showed up in your motorcycle gear earlier today. He thinks about all the filthy thoughts he'd had, while pretending to pay attention to your friends.
He wraps a hand around his cock, stroking himself a few times as precum beads at the tip before slowly dragging himself through your wetness.
The sensation pulls a weak moan from your throat.
"I haven't fucked anyone else since the last time we did it," he confesses.
It isn't the first time you and Jungkook have gone without condoms. After the first few times together, you'd talked about it and mutually agreed that raw sex would remain exclusive to whatever this relationship between you actually is, while condoms would still be used with anyone else.
The truth is, you don't sleep with anyone else besides him, but admitting that out loud feels far too embarrassing.
"Me neither," you softly say.
After making sure his cock is covered with your arousal, Jungkook positions himself at your entrance, no extra lubrication needed as his cock slides into you slowly but smoothly.
He always makes sure to give you time to adjust, taking his time as he pushes deeper inside you.
Your face twists in pleasure as your walls welcome him eagerly.
Jungkook lets out a breathy sound, savoring the feeling of your warmth enveloping him completely, your walls tightening around his hardness.
"Always so wet and tight for me... so perfect," he groans, stilling for a moment once he's fully buried inside you.
"Always so hard for me. I love it," you murmur breathlessly, your voice barely above a whisper.
But it's enough, more than enough to make Jungkook lose control of the lust he'd been holding back.
His hips begin to move in a steady rhythm, the first thrusts measured and controlled as he makes sure you can handle more.
Once your breathing evens out and your body relaxes perfectly beneath him, arched just the way he likes, he starts thrusting harder, gripping your hips firmly to keep you in place.
You cling to the bike for support as moan after moan spills from your lips, your elbows pressing harder on the saddle.
Jungkook's thrusts are deep and precise, never once losing rhythm.
His breathing grows heavier as his eyes remain fixed on the way your bodies move together, on the way your ass bounces against him with every thrust.
He wants to bite into the soft skin of your ass so badly, but he can't in this position, so he has to hold back, mentally promising himself he'll do it next time.
Instead, he slaps it a couple of times with controlled force until a guttural moan tears from your throat.
He loves that sound.
He has to restrain the almost feral urge to hear it again and again because the last thing he wants is to actually hurt you.
He bites down hard on his own lip, enough to leave it swollen, while his hand smooths over the reddened skin soothingly.
Then he grabs you by the crooks of your elbows, pulling your body flush against his chest while continuing to thrust into you at a relentless pace.
Your sounds are downright obscene, and Jungkook lowers his mouth to your ear, nipping softly at your earlobe before breathing heavily against your skin.
He tilts your head just enough for it to rest against his chest, one hand returning to your neck, slightly higher than before.
His fingers keep your jaw steady as he presses sweet kisses against the side of your face, his pace slowing slightly but remaining deep and powerful nonetheless.
The pleasure feels divine, so overwhelming that tears begin gathering behind your closed eyelids.
With your head tilted back slightly against him, one tear slips free and trails down your cheekbone while breathless moans continue spilling from your lips as you grow wetter and wetter around him.
Another tear escapes, and this time Jungkook catches it with the tip of his tongue, tasting its saltiness.
The sensation pulls a breathy moan from him as your walls tighten around his cock.
"Come for me, baby."
He kisses your temple again and again, and you instinctively lift your arms to bury your hands in his hair, fingers settling at the nape of his neck.
You're already so close when Jungkook shifts slightly behind you without losing his rhythm, one of his hands slipping down between your legs to find your clit.
His fingers circle it expertly, and the added pleasure sends you past the point of no return.
Your orgasm crashes over you almost immediately, so intense your vision blurs and your trembling legs nearly give out beneath you.
"Fuck… What are you doing to me" Jungkook whispers shakily as he watches you fall apart in his arms, your body trembling while your walls pulse uncontrollably around him.
And that's what finally pushes him over the edge too.
The sight of you completely consumed by pleasure because of him, your fingers gripping tightly at the hair on his nape, your uneven breaths as you struggle to recover— it's enough to unravel him completely.
His hands tighten briefly around your hips before he comes inside you with a few deep thrusts, warmth spilling into you while your bodies remain pressed tightly together.
You love the feeling so much you don't want him to move.
Right now, all you want is to feel him even closer.
You release his neck and instead take hold of his hands still resting on your hips, guiding his arms around yourself while he remains buried inside you, slowly softening.
You keep your hands over his, in a makeshift embrace that feels like a blanket wrapped over you, maybe a little too intimate, but neither of you moves for a long moment.
Eventually, when the haze of pleasure begins to fade and your thoughts slowly settle again, Jungkook carefully pulls out.
He quickly cups a hand beneath you to keep his release from dripping onto your clothes, and the sudden emptiness leaves an almost uncomfortable ache behind as you feel warmth slowly dripping out of you.
He's careful not to touch you too much, knowing how sensitive you are after your orgasm, and the consideration makes a soft smile appear on your lips.
Once he's gathered most of it, you cautiously turn around and scan the area for your backpack.
"I'll get you a tissue, wait," you murmur softly before kneeling beside the bag lying on the ground.
It's a little difficult with your pants still halfway down, but you manage to unzip it and grab what you need to clean yourself up.
"Sorry. I should've warned you," Jungkook says apologetically.
"You don't have to apologize," you answer immediately before adding with a shy smile, "that was really hot."
Pride flashes across Jungkook's face at your response, and then you waste no time getting dressed to head back home.
The sun has completely given way to the moon, leaving the hill wrapped in partial darkness. Somehow, your eyes have mostly adjusted to it, enough for you to gather your things and get ready to leave.
You still can't believe the two of you actually had sex out here in the open, in this secluded pull-off on the hillside.
Once you're both fully dressed again, helmets included, Jungkook starts the engine, the bike roaring to life in the night.
The only light now comes from the front headlight cutting through the darkness ahead of you.
As always, Jungkook helps sync your intercoms to the same channel so you can talk during the ride.
By the time he climbs back onto the saddle and helps you up behind him, the engine is warm enough to go.
"Want to listen to some music on the way back?"
Jungkook asks through the intercom, and you smile softly, a little surprised—having never even considered that it was possible.
"Sure," you reply enthusiastically, watching as he pulls his phone from the pocket of his jacket to scroll through his playlists.
He tells you that if you need to talk to him, you'll have to signal him to turn the music off by slapping his thigh three times.
Then, slowly, the two of you begin the ride back home.
A song you know well—one you absolutely love—starts playing through the intercom, and from the very first notes, goosebumps spread across your skin.
It's Lost Boy by The Midnight, and as it plays, you find yourself reliving everything that happened today.
An unforgettable day, without a doubt.
And while your thoughts drift and a soft smile lingers on your lips, one phrase in particular keeps echoing through your mind.
What are you doing to me.
It hadn't sounded like a question.
It sounded more like a realization.
And for the entire ride home, the thought refuses to leave you alone.
He had sounded strained, almost in pain.
Could he also be feeling something more for you?
Even though you'd both agreed to keep things as friends who have fun sometimes, people can still change their minds, can't they?
Could he also be struggling with something that scares him just as much as it scares you?
As the ride continues, you hold onto Jungkook the same way you always do, but somehow he feels distant tonight.
Maybe he's simply focused on the road while driving Ducky down the hill, enjoying the ride back home.
Or maybe you're just overthinking everything, as you often do.
Neither of you speaks for the rest of the ride, letting the music fill the silence as his playlist shuffles from song to song.
You try not to dwell too much on that sentence before your thoughts spiral completely out of control.
Once you arrive home, Jungkook helps you off the bike, removes his helmet, and presses a small kiss to your cheek, as he always does, before wishing you a good night and leaving.
Maybe he doesn't regret kissing you.
Or maybe he does.
Maybe that's simply a line the two of you should have never crossed in the first place.
You wish him a safe ride home, and he smiles softly before putting his helmet back on and driving away.
Your chest feels heavy with all the questions swirling inside your mind. That little something that bloomed earlier feels more like a cactus now.
From now on, you decide you'll avoid letting things become too intimate again, keeping everything safely within the boundaries you'd originally agreed on.
It's safer that way, isn't it?
You're going to keep this little cactus inside your chest as a reminder.
You head inside the building, and as soon as you step into your apartment, you leave the confusion behind the door, determined to never let it enter these four walls again.
Once you've eaten and showered, you sink into your soft bed, telling yourself you'll finally focus on your client's sketchs first thing tomorrow morning, and you check your phone one last time before finally surrendering to sleep.
You find a message from Jungkook telling you he arrived home safely, and some of the tension inside you eases.
You really should stop overthinking and simply let things happen as they come. There's no point worrying this much.
With a sigh, you send a quick reply before finally letting sleep take over.
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (GymOwner!JK/MotoRacer!JK/Biker!JK-TattoArtist!OC)
Genre: S2L - Smut - Fluff - Angst
Summary: Jeon Jungkook never lets any distraction take him away from his motorcycle or his gym for more than one night. He just wants to speed around the track and feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins, the sex he gets thanks to his charm, is just a side dish to his life. A tough past brought him on that Ducati that he learned to love, a past you’ll uncover, as you slowly seep in under his skin. It’s a hell of a ride, in all senses, as you try to escape your own hell in the meanwhile. Where will this ride bring you? Will it be worth it in the end?
Chapter Warnings: the usual HEAVY flirting and teasing, Hani being annoying but she has reasons, brief mention of toxic ex, THEIR FIRST KISS, feelings (yup, it's a warning for me), they are idiots together, outdoor sex, mentions of voyeurism, fingering, slight breath play, orgasm denial, dom/sub dynamics, multiple ass slaps (he's obsessed with it), rough sex, light dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare. (sorry if I missed something)
Wc: 10.2k
A/N: Hello there! Here we are, after what feels like forever, with ch4 of this story! I hope you enjoy reading it! Let me know if you spot any errors. I tried to edit everything in one go, but that’s impossible with baby!
A few months ago, you could have never imagined that Tae’s advice to join the gym would lead you to this exact moment.
More than anything, you never expected that meeting Jungkook would push you to try so many new things all at once. From the very beginning, he knew exactly how to bring the right amount of strength out of your punches, and now here you are.
Every ride on Ducky sends a thrill through you.
Then again, so does almost every moment you spend with him.
Yes, there haven’t been many rides this past month. Maybe a couple with Tae and Hani, and just as many alone with Jungkook. Whether it was for a hot drink or simply the excuse of a late-night ride, he always invited you whenever he could.
And, of course, almost every time you saw him, things ended the same way: back at your place, fucking somewhere in your apartment because most nights, you never even made it to the bedroom.
Still, it’s been a busy month between work and the gym, though somehow the most overwhelming part has been buying motorcycle gear. Funny, considering everything else.
But when you think about it, it perfectly sums up the experience you’ve been having lately. Another first. Another step forward.
After the party that changed everything and the first time you slept with Jungkook, buying gear quickly became a necessity if you wanted to join the "real rides", as they call them. And somewhere between trying on helmets and jackets, you realized just how deep into all of this you really were.
Hani had come with you that day and secretly taken dozens of pictures while you tried on different pieces of gear.
And you still remember Jungkook’s comment when he saw the photo of you wearing a helmet.
"Now I see why you look at me like kids look at candy every time I put on my gear."
Same old tease. But you don't mind at all.
With him, it's almost natural; teasing each other like this is normal. Something your "friendship" is built on.
However.
There's always that thorn in your chest, because that's what it feels like. A sting, small but present. But you convince yourself you're doing a good job trying to smother whatever petals threaten to bloom inside your chest.
This Sunday, the guys decided to take a much longer ride with you and Hani, of course, from your house to the seafront and then up the hill, known for its incredible views, especially at sunset.
They should be there soon, and you and Hani are getting ready for the ride, double-checking your backpacks and gear.
As you're busy fixing your hair in a loose braid, your best friend is doing her usual best friend thing: peppering you with questions about Jungkook and teasing you about your obvious crush on him.
"I'm just saying, it's pretty obvious you like each other!"
"We do like each other," you reply with a long sigh. "As friends."
Hani looks at you with a shit-eating grin as you continue talking.
"Neither of us is interested in a relationship. We fuck and go on rides together sometimes, and that's fine for us."
You ignore her gaze and her giggles, focusing instead on braiding your hair.
After a while, when you're adjusting your riding pants and making sure the winter lining is properly positioned inside your jacket before putting it on, you hear a phone vibrate.
"It's Tae! They just got here."
Hani informs you. You nod and start to feel a little nervous, as always before a ride, as always before meeting Jungkook.
When you and Hani are finally ready, you grab your things and leave your apartment.
You find the boys with their bikes parked next to each other not far from the entrance of the building, and you don't miss the small smile that forms at the corner of Jungkook's mouth when he sees you arrive.
It's not the first time that you've seen him all geared up for a ride, but it always has an effect on you. And apparently, Jungkook is just as affected.
You say hi to Tae, who then shares a fleeting kiss with his girlfriend, and when you approach Jungkook, he's brushing his hair back with his hand.
"No kiss for me?"
He feigns a sad tone, his pout far too exaggerated for the glint in his mischievous gaze.
"Shut up."
You roll your eyes playfully.
"I haven't even said hi to you, and you're already shushing me!"
"Yup, that's your superpower!"
Tae chimes in from behind you, making you snicker at his sarcastic comment.
"Are you finally admitting that I'm super?"
Jungkook raises an eyebrow, turning to his friend, who shakes his head in exasperation.
"You're insufferable," you say, half-laughing.
Hani and Tae put on their helmets, ready to go, but just as you're about to put yours on, Jungkook stops you.
"Wait, did you stop by the store to get the padding changed?"
You nod, handing him the helmet.
"The guy said it should fit better now."
Jungkook takes it from your hands, inspecting it carefully before checking the intercom.
During the last few rides, the microphone inside the helmet had muffled your voice too much, while the loose padding made the fit less secure than it should've been.
"The microphone should work better too."
He hums in acknowledgment before turning the helmet in his hands and lowering it over your head.
You dip your chin slightly, pulling your braid over your shoulder and tucking a few loose strands behind your ears.
Jungkook studies you through the slit of the open visor for a moment before gripping the front of the helmet and giving it a light shake.
A surprised sound leaves you, your brows furrowing immediately, but he barely reacts, his attention still fixed on the fit.
"Yeah, that's much better." His lips curl into a grin. "Your cheeks are all squished now."
"Isn't it too tight like this?"
His gaze flicks back to you, amusement instantly returning to his expression.
"No, princess, it's supposed to be thigh enough to protect that pretty little head of yours."
Thankfully, the helmet hides the warmth spreading across your cheeks.
"Weird that you didn't make a joke when I said it was too tight."
You retort and Jungkook looks almost offended.
"Oh, and I'm the one with the dirty mind?"
You snort softly while he laughs under his breath, clearly satisfied once Hani's voice crackles through the intercom as he slips his own helmet on.
"We can hear everything! Change the channel if you're going to act like dirty lovebirds, just saying!"
Embarrassment eats you alive. This will only fuel Hani's endless teasing about your crush on Jungkook, and you silently curse yourself for it.
Jungkook only laughs before finally climbing onto Ducky.
Everyone's ready to go now. The boys start their bikes, and the roar of the engines cuts through the quiet of the early sunday afternoon, enough to send a wave of excitement through your limbs.
Even though you've ridden on Jungkook's Ducky before, this is the first time you're wearing gear that actually fits you. Your very own gear.
Once you're settled behind him, Jungkook speaks through the intercom, his voice crackling softly in your helmet.
"So, you know the drill," he starts. "You can rest your palms on the tank or hold onto my waist." Then he adds, "But try to relax your legs as much as possible."
You already knew today would feel different.
This wasn't just a quick ride through the city. It was longer, slower in some ways, meant to enjoy the view, the speed, and the warmth of the sunny afternoon rather than simply reaching a destination— which also meant you'd probably start feeling the discomfort of Ducky's saddle sooner or later.
As you ride toward the seafront, the sound of the wind slowly begins to blend with your thoughts. Tall buildings gradually give way to quieter suburban villas lined with gardens, sunlight filtering through the trees as you cruise peacefully down the road.
You feel like you're learning more and more about bikes, or at least about being the passenger on one. You're not just dead weight on the back seat; your body has to move with the rider as naturally as possible, especially through corners.
As you approach your first stop, you take a moment to take in the scenery.
For early January, it's a surprisingly mild day, especially this close to the sea. The breeze is stronger here, waves crashing steadily against the shore. The sun is almost blinding as it reflects against the endless deep blue of the water.
A particularly strong gust of wind shakes the bike slightly, making it sway for a moment. Your hands, which until then had been resting on the tank, instinctively move to Jungkook's hips, gripping them tightly.
You hear Jungkook laugh softly, amused by your reaction.
"Everything okay?" he finally asks, still feeling your arms wrapped around him.
"Yeah, don't laugh. I'm not used to it like you are!"
Even through the intercom, the irritation in your voice is obvious, despite your attempt to not sound so harsh.
Jungkook immediately picks up on your tone and tries to reassure you.
"I wasn't laughing at you!"
You can hardly believe it, knowing him, and almost as if he can sense your doubt, he continues.
"Up until a few days ago, you'd slam your helmet against my head at the slightest gear change or braking. We're making some progress here!"
Rolling your eyes at him is a habit now. But deep down, you know he's right; you don't know how you managed not to give him a concussion with all the accidental headbutts during your previous rides.
"Sorry," you sigh. "Maybe I've always just been too tense? I feel more confident now, knowing we're both protected."
It almost seems contradictory considering your reaction to a gust of wind, but Jungkook tilts his head slightly to glance at you through the side mirror.
He doesn't say anything, just looks at you for a few brief moments before continuing to ride as if nothing happened.
You're not sure how to interpret that silence or that gesture. Maybe the visor hides more than it should.
The ride continues smoothly, with Tae joining the conversation several times to talk about things you know nothing about, like which turns to take to reach the waterfront parking lot and what to do once you get there.
Grabbing a quick coffee had been the unanimous choice for the first stop.
Once they reach the parking lot they'd discussed earlier, the boys look for a place to park and, luckily, after a short search, find two spots close together.
Tae and Hani get off almost immediately once the bikes are turned off, taking off their helmets in no time.
As for you, Jungkook was right when he said you need to relax your legs.
When you try to push yourself up using his shoulders, you immediately feel the full effect of spending so much time in the saddle, wincing at the sudden discomfort.
Your butt muscles ache, and your legs feel numb from the prolonged tension. The rides you've done before helped you get somewhat used to the saddle, but spending this much time sitting like that for the first time was definitely a challenge— and this is only the first part of the ride.
You know your complaint hasn't gone unnoticed when you hear Hani laugh.
"Poor thing," her tone almost too teasing, "does your butt hurt?"
You get off the bike, grabbing Jungkook's hand as he helps you keep your balance, and before you can respond, he takes off his helmet and gives you a shameless grin.
"I'll gladly volunteer to give you a massage!"
Jungkook replies a little too enthusiastically, making an unmistakable gesture with his hands, enough to make Hani burst out laughing.
"God, I knew you'd say something like that. Hani practically handed that one to you on a silver platter!"
You say before ignoring their laughs while trying to stretch your legs as much as possible. Your muscles are a little stiff, but you already feel yourself relaxing as you walk around the parked bikes.
"They should add extra padding for your ass!"
The two of them look at you, amused.
"Come on, you'll get used to it soon."
Hani approaches you with an apologetic smile, and as if to make up for teasing you so much, she strokes your hair, slightly messy despite the long braid you'd done to keep it as neat as possible.
Meanwhile, Jungkook has gone to join Tae to pay for the parking ticket.
"You know I love you, right?"
Her words, calm and suddenly full of affection, immediately make you suspicious, your brows furrowing in confusion. “What’s gotten into you all of a sudden?”
“I realize I’ve been tormenting you with this Jungkook thing,” she confesses, sounding almost guilty, “but it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you look so… serene.”
She looks at you with a soft smile. “I missed this version of you,” she adds gently.
You stare at her for what feels like an endless moment, realizing the weight of your changes.
Ray feels like such a distant thought now that you can almost feel his disgusting presence fading away more and more. He no longer has a grip on your fragile heart the way he did months ago, and you've noticed it too.
Every time your eyes meet Jungkook's, you're reminded of how different your life feels now.
Joining the gym was the best choice you could have made.
You feel like you're finally on the right path, you're more confident, more sociable, but above all, you smile again.
Even now, as your mind wanders and Hani looks at you proudly, you smile.
You take her hand and squeeze it gently.
"I know, but give me a break every now and then."
You quickly glance toward the two boys, making sure they can't hear what you're about to say.
"I don't know what I really feel…" you almost whisper, even though Tae and Jungkook are standing pretty far away.
Actually, you think you do.
When you spend time with him, your heart beats so fast you almost fear he can feel it too, and that blooming sensation grows stronger and stronger.
After all, flowers can grow even through asphalt.
All it takes is a small crack, a fissure in the concrete, and it's over; sooner or later, something will bloom.
Hani smiles; she can probably see the conflict written all over your face, but you hope you won't have to put all the turmoil inside you into words.
You're hopelessly attracted to Jungkook, and by now it's obvious to anyone who catches you looking at him, but you're still so afraid of taking things further.
Maybe this is the only thing that still reminds you of how destructive Ray was for you— perhaps the last shard of glass that needs to be removed before the wound can finally heal.
So you can love again.
Love. Just thinking about the word already makes your legs shake.
You check your surroundings as the boys jog back toward you.
You're surprised to see the place so crowded— people strolling under the sun, children running around happily, most of the kiosks still open despite the season.
Everyone seems so carefree here, far away from the chaos of the city. They laugh, play, and enjoy the warmth of the beautiful afternoon.
For a moment, you're tempted to buy some cotton candy, but you decide to stick to the group's plan of grabbing a quick coffee before continuing up the hill before sunset.
Even though the stop had been short, it felt refreshing.
Still, once you're back on Ducky, Hani's words continue to echo in your mind during the ride uphill, a bitter taste lingering.
She missed the old you.
And until now, you had never truly realized how much this past version of yourself had affected your friends too.
It hadn't been easy for you, obviously, but you never stopped to think about how hard it must have been for them to watch you change so drastically after meeting Ray— to see you so broken by all his threats and assaults after the break up.
One memory resurfaces more vividly than the others.
Tae telling you, almost angrily, that Ray would lose the moment you finally started living again. The moment you embraced the version of yourself that existed before he ever entered your life.
Tae had been furious that day after pulling Ray away from you once again.
You remember feeling grateful for his help, but also deeply hurt by his words.
Because all you could hear at the time was that Ray had already won.
He had destroyed your life, hollowed out your personality, and left behind nothing but an empty, cracked shell filled with void.
Back then, you were still too consumed by pain to understand what Tae had truly meant.
It was also the first and only time you completely shut yourself off from your friends, too broken to listen, too exhausted to understand.
Misery had become familiar.
Safe, in a very twisted way.
The sun slowly slips behind the trees, inching closer and closer to disappearing behind the opposite side of the hill.
The air feels crisper here, and nearly every tree trunk decorating the landscape is covered in moss.
After a few turns, you realize you've been riding along the colder, damper side of the hill, because suddenly the scenery begins to change almost completely.
And it's beautiful to witness something so different waiting just on the other side— the warmer, sunnier one.
Watching the landscape slowly transform makes you think that maybe the gradual changes happening inside you carry their own kind of beauty too, and somehow that's enough to let old memories quietly slip from your mind.
Small houses dot the slopes of the hill, some surrounded by neat little lawns visible even from here.
A beautiful view framed by a sky that shifts color with every passing minute.
The boys are talking about something through the intercom, something you're barely paying attention to, too absorbed in the scenery and in the comforting feeling of absentmindedly holding onto Jungkook.
How long has his hand been resting over yours, wrapped around his waist?
It can't have been long considering how winding the road is, but the fact you hadn't even noticed makes the gesture feel almost… natural.
You soon catch sight of the viewpoint they've talked so much about.
Heat creeps up your neck at the realization, but despite the embarrassment, you don't move a muscle until Jungkook finally shifts to park the bike.
The seafront was beautiful, but up here, at the top of the hill, the view is breathtaking.
Pale sunlight reflects across the same sea whose waves you had admired barely thirty minutes ago. Yet from up here, it looks almost perfectly still, and the quiet surrounding you here is comforting.
There are no other visitors around, so the guys decide to park as close as possible to the benches beneath the trees overlooking the houses, the small forest, and the sea stretching far into the distance.
Once you get off and remove your helmets, you take the opportunity to pull out your phone and snap a few pictures.
The scenery looks straight out of a postcard, the cool tones of the winter landscape blending perfectly with the pale sky and scattered clouds above.
"Want to take a group photo while there's still a good light?"
Tae interrupts your photographer moment, and you immediately smile at the idea of having a memory to look back on with your friends.
You all settle onto one of the benches while Tae tries to find the perfect angle, balancing his phone on the saddle of his bike.
Hani throws out a few suggestions, and before long Tae sets the self-timer and jogs back toward you, slipping into place beside his girlfriend.
There's something almost tangible about the lightheartedness of this moment, captured in the smiles frozen in the picture.
Tae proudly shows you the result after getting it right on the first try, and Jungkook immediately asks him to send it over so he can print it later.
After that, you decide to take off your jacket, finding it too heavily padded even for the chilly weather.
You pull a sweatshirt from your backpack while Hani and Tae announce that they're going for a short walk around the area.
And just like that, you're left alone with Jungkook.
He's already sitting comfortably on the bench, silently scanning the horizon with his hands clasped together, elbows resting against his thighs.
You instinctively reach for your phone to capture the moment, but as you're ready to snap, Jungkook turns toward you, searching for you with his gaze, which immediately softens when he realizes you're trying to snap a picture of him without him noticing.
"You like what you see, huh?"
Always ready with a joke and that flirtatious smile, he poses for you, sporting a peace sign as you take the picture before you walk over to him.
"Oh, you bet," you reply as you inspect the picture, then you return his smile before adding teasingly a moment later, "The scenery's not bad either, I guess."
You put your phone away as you sit down triumphantly beside him; it feels like you've just won the argument with that comeback.
Jungkook chuckles, shifting his gaze away almost as if your veiled compliment made him shy.
You watch him, amused, catching that sweet little habit of his— pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek. It always gives him such a cute look, a sharp contrast to his usual mannerisms.
As he shifts position and leans back against the bench, he props one ankle over his knee while leaning slightly over, his arm resting on the bench behind you, as you sit comfortably, watching birds flutter across the horizon.
The fresh air and peaceful surroundings wrap around you as you chat about random things: your job, his gym and how the last race turned out.
Meanwhile, Tae and Hani have returned and settled onto the bench beside yours. You don't pay much attention to the two lovebirds, occasionally catching them kissing between conversations.
Suddenly, Jungkook breaks the brief silence between you, catching your attention.
"So, how do you like being my backpack?" he asks, genuinely curious, his gaze still fixed on something in the distance.
"Do you give nicknames to everything?"
You don't know much about biker slang, but you assume it might just be a cute nickname for a passenger.
"Not everything. Just sexy things."
He replies without hesitation, finally looking at you again with his usual smirk.
"Oh, so you think I'm sexy?"
You barely have time to enjoy the confirmation before he adds,
"Ducky is sexy too!"
There he is, the same Jungkook, always ready to joke, always ready to banter with you. Such a flirt.
You playfully punch his arm, and Jungkook reacts dramatically, pretending the hit was much stronger than it actually was.
"You're such a tease," you say with a smile.
Jungkook watches you smugly as he taps his fingers against the wooden bench.
"You always avoid my questions, though."
Oh, well, he is right.
It's almost completely true. You've learned that most of the time his flirting comes from exchanges like these, but this time you realize he seems genuinely interested in your answer, like he truly wants to know how you're experiencing this whole motorcycle thing with him.
You look at him and realize he's serious. He almost seems worried about what your answer might be.
So you decide to be completely honest.
"I love being your backpack, really."
When his expression visibly softens, you add,
"I thought the idea of getting on a bike would terrify me, but I actually really like it."
Jungkook smiles then, and it's beautiful— sweet and relieved.
"I'm glad."
His tone, calm and warm, is like a soft caress.
You'd give anything to always see that smile on his face, and that's exactly what makes you realize just how strong your crush on this man is.
Maybe Hani's right. Maybe you should stop worrying so much and just let go. Maybe you should allow yourself to enjoy these feelings freely.
But deep down, you know what you feel still isn't strong enough to overcome your fears. At least not yet. It's not time yet.
Tae appears behind you, resting his hands on Jungkook's shoulders.
"Guys, it's gonna be completely dark soon, and I thought I'd take Hani out to dinner somewhere not too far from here before driving her home. Wanna join us?"
"Unfortunately, I can't. I open the shop tomorrow morning, and I still have to finish fixing two sketches for an afternoon client."
You would've loved to eat with them, warming yourself up with a steaming bowl of Kimchi-jjigae, but duty calls, and maybe your chronic procrastination is partly to blame for not being able to stay for dinner.
"That means we'll have to part ways here," Tae concludes, smirking and feigning sadness over the separation before looking at Hani, who has already grabbed her helmet and is ready to go.
Jungkook chuckles softly.
"I won't miss you."
"Bruh, same!"
The two of them are seriously like Tom and Jerry sometimes.
"Well, we should get going then. See you at work tomorrow?"
Hani turns to you before putting on her helmet while Tae walks off to put on his and warm up the motorcycle engine.
"Yup, have fun and eat well!"
Your friend winks at you before saying goodbye and wishing you a safe ride home.
Before getting on the bike, Tae waves one last time, reminding Jungkook to ride carefully. Then the two of them take off, and the roar of the engines gradually fades into the distance.
It's just the two of you now. And Ducky, of course.
The temperature is starting to drop, and maybe it's time to put your jacket back on. You get up from the bench to grab your backpack from Ducky's seat so you can put your sweatshirt away.
You slip your jacket back on while Jungkook stays seated, quietly watching the golden light in silence.
You wonder if something hidden in the darker corners of his mind has caught his attention again, stealing away the smile he'd been wearing until just moments ago.
His gaze is fixed on the sky somewhere near the setting sun.
You sit back down beside him and softly ask,
"Are you okay?"
The uncertainty in your voice is unmistakable.
You almost feel guilty for disturbing him. His gaze falls on you, but it feels distant somehow, stripped of that warm familiarity you've grown used to seeing in his eyes.
He seems almost empty, and something inside your chest aches at the sight of it. Whatever torments him from time to time strongly enough to extinguish that light in him, you wish it didn't exist.
"Yeah… sorry."
He smiles at you, but it doesn't reach his eyes at all— flat, almost forced.
"I love this place. It's peaceful."
His gaze drifts back toward the landscape, almost as if he's trying to guide your attention away from something you still can't fully grasp.
You follow his gaze anyway, watching it wander over the details of the scenery stretched out before you.
"Do you want to stay a little longer?"
Jungkook nods without saying anything else, and you respect his silence.
He seems like he wants to savor a few more moments here, and the question has come naturally to you.
You just want to see that beautiful smile on his face again.
You can't know for sure, but you sense that he's struggling with something. Maybe this place means more to him than you thought, or maybe being here brought back painful memories. Who knows.
"I come here often, even without Tae," he begins, a faint melancholy lingering in his voice.
"It's almost always desert, especially during winter, and I like coming here to disconnect from the city for a while."
You nod softly; it really is a beautiful place, and it's easy to understand why it became his favorite spot to unwind and escape everyday life.
"I'm glad you came here with me today."
His tone suddenly softens.
He's grateful simply because you're here, and the feeling that realization gives you is overwhelming in the best possible way.
You want to tell him that his presence has become important to you too, that he played such a crucial role in the beginning of your healing, but the words remain trapped somewhere in your chest, impossible to let out.
Not yet, at least.
"We can come back whenever you want."
You can't bring yourself to say anything more, afraid your voice might tremble, even though you could probably blame it on the cold if it did.
A faint blush warms your cheeks, but thankfully the sunset hides it well, brushing your features with soft shades of orange.
With those words, it almost feels like the shadow hanging over him disappears for a moment, retreating somewhere deep within Jungkook's mind.
He gently takes your hand then, his thumb stroking over the back of it.
Suddenly, he bursts out laughing, the abrupt shift in mood catching you completely off guard.
"God, I always forget how tiny your hands are!"
You snort softly, and with that breath, the tension leaves your body, giving way to genuine laughter.
Apparently, this detail is never going unnoticed, and you've accepted that by now.
Still, the atmosphere feels lighter again, and you have to thank your tiny hands for that.
"Should we start heading back? We still have a long ride ahead of us."
You nod. It's almost dinner time, and you'd like to get home early enough to have a look on those sketches, to eat, shower, and collapse on your bed afterward.
You settle in and let Jungkook check your gear and helmet, making sure you haven't missed any zippers, snaps, or anything else.
Satisfied that everything is in place, he gives you a thumbs-up, then he starts the engine of his beloved Ducky before helping you climb onto the bike.
The ride home is mostly downhill, gravity naturally pressing you closer against Jungkook's back.
Despite the layers of padding and his back protector, the awareness of his body so close to yours is impossible to ignore.
So, as Jungkook rides at a moderate pace through the downhill curves, you let your hands rest lightly against his thighs.
Only last week, during a short ride, Jungkook had implied he could resist your teasing hands, though it had really just been an obvious excuse to get you to indulge him — something he admitted himself the following day.
Back then, you hadn't wanted to give him the satisfaction, so you hadn't even tried.
Now, though, you're genuinely curious to see how far you can push him and whether it would still affect him through all those layers of clothing.
Besides, this time he probably isn't expecting it.
So you gather some courage and begin tracing your hands along his thighs, slowly massaging the muscles before sliding down toward his knees and back up again.
"What are you trying to do?"
His voice is steady and low through the intercom.
You catch him tilting slightly to the side as if he's attempting to look back at you, even though it's obviously impossible with the helmet on. Still, you know him enough to understand; his body language says enough.
He's tensed up slightly, and you can practically picture the expression hidden beneath his helmet. That's a real shame you can't see it.
"What? I'm just massaging your thighs."
You feign innocence, even though your voice sounds far too seductive for anyone to believe your intentions are pure.
"You're playing a dangerous game…"
Short and concise, his voice has dropped lower too.
As you take one particularly sharp curve, you decide to use the intercom to play dirty.
The speed is safe enough for it, and the descent makes everything feel more natural.
So you arch your back slightly, letting his gentle braking push your body against his. Your breathing grows heavier as you continue leaning into him, slowly caressing his legs until one of your hands settles against the inside of his thigh while the other drifts upward toward his abdomen and chest.
"Y/N..."
Your name, you've started to love it ever since it began falling from his lips with such an addictive sound.
You hum in question, your hands never faltering.
"What am I risking?" you ask in a low voice. You can't wait to get home, let him climb on top of you, and let him fuck you until you pass out.
The thought alone turns you on enormously, so much so that you almost feel the need to undress and let the cold air calm the burning beneath your skin.
It probably wouldn't be enough, especially if you keep touching him like this.
Jungkook doesn't respond. You only hear his slightly labored breathing, and you sense the gradual change in speed that makes you smile with satisfaction. Apparently, he can't wait to get back either.
But when your hands find their place on the tank and you leave him to drive undisturbed, Jungkook slows down dramatically, almost slamming on the brakes.
You scan the surroundings but don't remember ever taking a dirt road like this to get to the top of the hill.
Realization hits quickly.
Jungkook stops Ducky in what seems like a pull-off well hidden by trees and turns the engine off.
"Are you going to kill me and dump my body here?"
You exaggerate a feigned concern that only earns a dark chuckle from Jungkook.
As he helps you down and puts up the center stand, he turns off the intercom and pulls off his helmet.
You watch him with hungry eyes as his dark locks momentarily fall over his face.
He runs a hand through his hair as if trying to fix it at least a little, then places his hands on the sides of your helmet and opens the visor.
"Take off your helmet."
His tone is firm but not stern; he's all bossy right now, and you love it.
You comply, unfastening and removing your helmet.
Meanwhile, Jungkook has carefully removed his jacket and gently places it on the ground next to Ducky before setting his helmet on top of it to keep it from getting dirty or scratched. Your helmet comes next, positioned beside his.
When Jungkook turns his attention back to you, there's a predatory look in his eyes, his decisive movements a clear sign that you're officially in trouble.
The confirmation comes the moment he presses his body against yours, trapping you between himself and Ducky's side.
"Told you you were risking."
He whispers the words against your ear as he pulls off his gloves, tossing them somewhere near the handlebars.
"Ooh, I'm sooo scared," you mock him, matching his tone with a cheeky little smile while pulling off your gloves as well.
Jungkook smirks, taking them from your hands without ever breaking eye contact.
He studies you carefully— or maybe he's simply trying to escape the spell your bold hands had cast on him earlier, your dark eyes pulling him in like they always do.
He places your gloves beside his before gently taking your chin between his fingers.
You let him guide you as he tilts your head slightly, exposing your neck and making it vulnerable to the trail of warm, wet kisses he presses against your skin.
The sky above is now a deepening blue, streaked with dark clouds as daylight slowly fades. Visibility isn’t great out here, but that only adds to the strange sense of isolation surrounding you both.
You shiver when the cool air hits the saliva Jungkook leaves on your neck while he gently traces the contours of your face with one hand, using the other to brush away a few loose strands of hair and tuck them behind your ear.
"Jungkook," you whisper almost imperceptibly, "someone might see us."
Even though the fear of being discovered is evident in your voice, the contradiction in your body language is just as clear. You close your eyes, savoring his lips on your skin as if he might stop at any moment.
Jungkook keeps kissing and touching your skin as though his breathing depends on it while slowly unbuttoning your jacket and tugging down the zipper.
"No one's gonna see us, princess."
His slightly labored breath brushes against your ear, and his next words send an unexpected shiver of pleasure through you.
"If anyone happens to pass by, they might just enjoy the show."
Your mind immediately begins to wander.
You imagine yourself here, in the middle of nowhere at dusk, with Jungkook fucking you against Ducky, and the mere thought of someone catching you in the act fills you with the reckless thrill of doing something forbidden for the first time.
Your core throbs with anticipation, and you have to bite down on your lip to stop a moan from slipping out.
"Fuck," is all you manage through a strained breath.
Jungkook seems satisfied. The idea of being seen hasn't scared you— if anything, it seems to have turned you on even more, and he's noticed.
He bites into your throat just enough to make you gasp, a smirk tugging at his lips as he hums low.
"Being watched while I fuck you on my bike turns you on?"
His hands slip beneath the fabric of your jacket and sweatshirt, pushing the motorcycle jacket off your shoulders and down your arms until it hangs loosely around your elbows without fully removing it.
You let him do it, the cold now the last thing on your mind, especially with his body pressed so close to yours— and even more so with the anticipation of what's about to happen.
"No," you reply hesitantly. "That would be embarrassing."
Even though the words leave your lips in the form of a sigh, you can hardly believe this is actually exciting to you.
It's strange.
The mere fantasy of it is thrilling, but if it really happened, you don't know how you'd react.
You'd probably be mortified.
And honestly, you'd rather never find out.
Sensing the uncertainty in your voice, Jungkook tries to reassure you.
"Don't worry. If anyone's going to watch us out here, it'll probably just be a couple of foxes or squirrels."
And somehow, it works.
You both burst into laughter at the same time.
Jungkook can't even finish the sentence with a straight face before breaking down, and you instinctively cover your face as you laugh too, imagining foxes and squirrels peeking out from somewhere between the trees, catching the two of you in the act.
"You're such an idiot, oh my God!"
Jungkook has this kind of superpower: he can make the atmosphere unbearably hot one second and unbelievably light the next, and somehow you're always perfectly in sync with him.
You place your hands on his shoulders while your laughter echoes through the silence of the hill, and for a brief moment, the two of you simply look at each other as if time itself has stopped.
Your laughter slowly fades, and God, he looks beautiful beneath the faint light brushing over his soft features.
You feel the growing urge to kiss his tempting lips, your eyes lingering on the piercing you've been dying to touch.
Almost instinctively, your hand slides from his shoulder to his jaw, your thumb settling against his soft lower lip before delicately brushing over the metal.
It feels cold beneath your touch, and you're not entirely sure how long you've been staring at his lips before finally looking back into his eyes.
It seems he's been watching your lips too, wondering what they taste like, just like you.
You wet your lips, suddenly aware of how dry they feel, and something shifts in Jungkook's gaze as it darkens.
You caress his cheek as your fingers move up to the hair behind his ear, and Jungkook finally gives in to the desire clouding his thoughts.
In the blink of an eye, he closes the distance and crashes his lips against yours.
His hands move to your face, cupping your cheeks as he deepens the kiss, and your body immediately melts into the same overwhelming feeling.
That blooming you had tried to smother for so long?
The moment his lips touch yours, all your effort becomes useless.
Something blooms open inside your chest, your heart beating impossibly fast as warmth spreads through your entire body, leaving no room for denial anymore.
Something is there, and you can't ignore it now.
Right now, there are no words capable of explaining the whirlwind of emotions you're experiencing. There's something hidden behind this kiss, something neither of you is ready to confront.
Friends don't kiss.
But friends with benefits can... right?
It doesn't matter right now; the only thing that matters is his lips on yours and this warm sensation they awaken inside you.
You feel a wild fire deep in your belly that spreads quickly.
Your fingers tighten in his hair as you brush your tongue against his lips with lust, silently asking for permission to let your tongues melt together in a slow, languid dance.
Jungkook lets out a deep breath, almost as if he's been holding it in this whole time — almost as if he'd been afraid you might reject his kiss. A breath that sounds almost relieving.
He pulls you closer as he finally lets his tongue meet yours, deepening the kiss. It tastes like heaven and hell melting together into something dangerously addictive.
Within seconds, everything becomes clouded with desire.
You vaguely remember shrugging off your jacket, which had still been hanging around your forearms, just so you could move more freely and wrap your arms around his body without ever breaking the kiss.
Your breaths mingle, soft moans slipping from both of you as the kiss grows hotter and hotter.
"Can I touch you?"
Jungkook and his habit of asking for consent will always be sexy to you.
He whispers the question against your lips, still kissing and caressing you feverishly.
You have no intention of pulling away from him right now, not even to tell him yes — that you need him to touch you, to do whatever he wants with you.
Instead, you show him.
You take one of his hands firmly while lifting your sweatshirt with the other, guiding his warm hand beneath it until it reaches your covered breast.
A low guttural sound rumbles from Jungkook's throat, clearly pleased by your boldness.
He gently squeezes your soft flesh, teasing the hardening nipple through your bra.
One particular pinch pulls a moan from your lips loud enough to force you away from the kiss, your brows furrowing in pleasure while the growing wetness between your thighs makes it painfully obvious how much you're enjoying this.
You breathe heavily as your trembling hands move toward the zipper of his motorcycle pants.
"Can I?"
Even though you've already crossed that line, asking still feels natural.
Jungkook smiles before answering,
"Yes, but it's my turn to make you feel good."
He lets you unzip his pants and pull them down just enough to reveal the outline of his erection beneath his underwear, but stops your hand just before you can touch him more.
"Turn around," he says gently, and although reluctant, you obey. You really wanted to feel how hard he is for you.
Once you turn around, Jungkook guides your hands to let them rest on the soft saddle of his bike.
His hands glide over your hips before reaching the waistband of your pants to unbutton and unzip them.
Trapped between the motorcycle and his body, you feel deliciously trapped.
You let his hand slip inside your pants, but Jungkook doesn't go straight where you want him the most. No, he loves taking his time with you. You've learned that after countless nights spent with him.
He lowers his hand slightly, keeping you close with one arm while the other finds the soaked fabric between your thighs.
"Always so wet for me."
Pride laces his deep voice as he rubs slow circles over your clit through your soaked panties.
"It's your fault," you murmur, resting your head back against his toned chest while your body melts.
Jungkook presses his hips against you, his hard cock grinding teasingly against your ass.
"You're just as guilty."
He rolls his hips against you a few more times, drawing a strained breath from your lips.
Then he pulls his hand from your pants— only to slide it back inside, this time beneath your panties.
His fingers immediately find your swollen, sensitive clit before dragging lower, teasing your folds and entrance.
You moan as his skilled middle finger glides through your wetness, lingering torturously between your clit and your entrance without actually pushing inside, teasing you slowly with your own arousal.
You're not exactly sure when you started moving your hips along with his rhythm, but by doing so, you're rubbing ass against his erection.
You can feel him throbbing behind you, and the sound of his breathing near your ear only fuels the ecstasy building inside you.
At one particularly pleasurable roll of his hips, Jungkook slips his hand from beneath your hoodie and brings it to your neck.
The gesture catches you off guard, and a jolt of electricity rushes through your body when his fingers tighten lightly around it.
"Maybe I really should make you beg for it after all that teasing."
You're breathless— not because his grip around your neck is too tight. It's nothing more than a gentle reminder of who's in control right now.
No, what truly steals the air from your lungs is the hand working between your thighs, growing bolder and more relentless as Jungkook speaks.
Two of his fingers slide inside you smoothly, drawing a broken gasp from your lips.
You're panting now, your thighs instinctively pressing together around his hand, but it does nothing to stop him.
Jungkook keeps moving his fingers mercilessly, the wet sounds between your legs mixing with your shaky breaths as you drift closer and closer to the edge.
You're incapable of speaking, too consumed by the overwhelming pleasure he's pulling from your body, too focused on matching his rhythm and savoring every second of it.
When his fingers tighten around your neck just a little more, it feels like you're about to fall apart completely, your orgasm so close you can already taste it.
Your walls clench around his fingers rhythmically— and then suddenly, Jungkook pulls his hand from your pants, the grip around your neck disappearing just as quickly.
You lean heavily against the motorcycle, panting as frustration replaces the delicious pleasure that had consumed you only seconds earlier.
You almost turn around to ask him what the hell is wrong with him when you were so close, but Jungkook answers before you can even speak.
"Like I said... I want you to beg for it."
His voice is low and rough, thick with arousal.
Before you can process the words completely, he brings his fingers— still soaked with your arousal— to his mouth, slowly licking them clean before sucking them between his lips.
You look up at him, your expression caught somewhere between bliss and irritation.
And Jungkook looks completely obsessed with it.
You can see it clearly in his eyes: the satisfaction of seeing you all hot and bothered because of him, and the taste of your arousal on his tongue it's just the cherry on top for him.
You turn around on shaky legs, too desperate to argue, too eager to finally feel him inside you.
You voice your thoughts as you grab his hips and press your body against his, your hands quickly finding their way beneath the fabric of his boxers to squeeze his toned ass.
His skin feels soft beneath your touch, and Jungkook lets you do whatever you want with a smug expression on his face, his cock twitching as he subtly rolls his hips against yours.
"Fuck me senseless..." you whisper while looking straight into his eyes.
You hadn't noticed it before, but your eyes are slightly glossy from the orgasm he'd denied you moments earlier, making them shine even more beautifully.
Jungkook notices too, and it drives him insane. Your words pour gasoline over the fire already burning inside him.
He bites down on his lip slowly, a guttural sound rumbling from his throat strongly enough to make you tremble.
Then he spins you around again, this time hard enough for you to catch yourself against the bike to keep your balance.
In one smooth movement, he pulls down your pants and panties together just enough to reveal the heat between your thighs.
The cool evening air brushes against your overheated skin, and suddenly Jungkook delivers a sharp slap that leaves your skin stinging pleasantly afterward.
You jolt at the mixture of pain and pleasure, only for his hands to immediately soften as he gently caresses the reddened skin.
You glance back over your shoulder just in time to watch him push down his pants and boxers, finally freeing his hard cock from the restrictive fabric.
Instinctively, you arch your back and rest your elbows on the saddle, as an invitation.
Jungkook watches you like this and can't help biting his lip again at the sight in front of him.
Seeing you this submissive and compliant drives him crazy.
He wanted to put his hands on you ever since you showed up in your motorcycle gear earlier today. He thinks about all the filthy thoughts he'd had, while pretending to pay attention to your friends.
He wraps a hand around his cock, stroking himself a few times as precum beads at the tip before slowly dragging himself through your wetness.
The sensation pulls a weak moan from your throat.
"I haven't fucked anyone else since the last time we did it," he confesses.
It isn't the first time you and Jungkook have gone without condoms. After the first few times together, you'd talked about it and mutually agreed that raw sex would remain exclusive to whatever this relationship between you actually is, while condoms would still be used with anyone else.
The truth is, you don't sleep with anyone else besides him, but admitting that out loud feels far too embarrassing.
"Me neither," you softly say.
After making sure his cock is covered with your arousal, Jungkook positions himself at your entrance, no extra lubrication needed as his cock slides into you slowly but smoothly.
He always makes sure to give you time to adjust, taking his time as he pushes deeper inside you.
Your face twists in pleasure as your walls welcome him eagerly.
Jungkook lets out a breathy sound, savoring the feeling of your warmth enveloping him completely, your walls tightening around his hardness.
"Always so wet and tight for me... so perfect," he groans, stilling for a moment once he's fully buried inside you.
"Always so hard for me. I love it," you murmur breathlessly, your voice barely above a whisper.
But it's enough, more than enough to make Jungkook lose control of the lust he'd been holding back.
His hips begin to move in a steady rhythm, the first thrusts measured and controlled as he makes sure you can handle more.
Once your breathing evens out and your body relaxes perfectly beneath him, arched just the way he likes, he starts thrusting harder, gripping your hips firmly to keep you in place.
You cling to the bike for support as moan after moan spills from your lips, your elbows pressing harder on the saddle.
Jungkook's thrusts are deep and precise, never once losing rhythm.
His breathing grows heavier as his eyes remain fixed on the way your bodies move together, on the way your ass bounces against him with every thrust.
He wants to bite into the soft skin of your ass so badly, but he can't in this position, so he has to hold back, mentally promising himself he'll do it next time.
Instead, he slaps it a couple of times with controlled force until a guttural moan tears from your throat.
He loves that sound.
He has to restrain the almost feral urge to hear it again and again because the last thing he wants is to actually hurt you.
He bites down hard on his own lip, enough to leave it swollen, while his hand smooths over the reddened skin soothingly.
Then he grabs you by the crooks of your elbows, pulling your body flush against his chest while continuing to thrust into you at a relentless pace.
Your sounds are downright obscene, and Jungkook lowers his mouth to your ear, nipping softly at your earlobe before breathing heavily against your skin.
He tilts your head just enough for it to rest against his chest, one hand returning to your neck, slightly higher than before.
His fingers keep your jaw steady as he presses sweet kisses against the side of your face, his pace slowing slightly but remaining deep and powerful nonetheless.
The pleasure feels divine, so overwhelming that tears begin gathering behind your closed eyelids.
With your head tilted back slightly against him, one tear slips free and trails down your cheekbone while breathless moans continue spilling from your lips as you grow wetter and wetter around him.
Another tear escapes, and this time Jungkook catches it with the tip of his tongue, tasting its saltiness.
The sensation pulls a breathy moan from him as your walls tighten around his cock.
"Come for me, baby."
He kisses your temple again and again, and you instinctively lift your arms to bury your hands in his hair, fingers settling at the nape of his neck.
You're already so close when Jungkook shifts slightly behind you without losing his rhythm, one of his hands slipping down between your legs to find your clit.
His fingers circle it expertly, and the added pleasure sends you past the point of no return.
Your orgasm crashes over you almost immediately, so intense your vision blurs and your trembling legs nearly give out beneath you.
"Fuck… What are you doing to me" Jungkook whispers shakily as he watches you fall apart in his arms, your body trembling while your walls pulse uncontrollably around him.
And that's what finally pushes him over the edge too.
The sight of you completely consumed by pleasure because of him, your fingers gripping tightly at the hair on his nape, your uneven breaths as you struggle to recover— it's enough to unravel him completely.
His hands tighten briefly around your hips before he comes inside you with a few deep thrusts, warmth spilling into you while your bodies remain pressed tightly together.
You love the feeling so much you don't want him to move.
Right now, all you want is to feel him even closer.
You release his neck and instead take hold of his hands still resting on your hips, guiding his arms around yourself while he remains buried inside you, slowly softening.
You keep your hands over his, in a makeshift embrace that feels like a blanket wrapped over you, maybe a little too intimate, but neither of you moves for a long moment.
Eventually, when the haze of pleasure begins to fade and your thoughts slowly settle again, Jungkook carefully pulls out.
He quickly cups a hand beneath you to keep his release from dripping onto your clothes, and the sudden emptiness leaves an almost uncomfortable ache behind as you feel warmth slowly dripping out of you.
He's careful not to touch you too much, knowing how sensitive you are after your orgasm, and the consideration makes a soft smile appear on your lips.
Once he's gathered most of it, you cautiously turn around and scan the area for your backpack.
"I'll get you a tissue, wait," you murmur softly before kneeling beside the bag lying on the ground.
It's a little difficult with your pants still halfway down, but you manage to unzip it and grab what you need to clean yourself up.
"Sorry. I should've warned you," Jungkook says apologetically.
"You don't have to apologize," you answer immediately before adding with a shy smile, "that was really hot."
Pride flashes across Jungkook's face at your response, and then you waste no time getting dressed to head back home.
The sun has completely given way to the moon, leaving the hill wrapped in partial darkness. Somehow, your eyes have mostly adjusted to it, enough for you to gather your things and get ready to leave.
You still can't believe the two of you actually had sex out here in the open, in this secluded pull-off on the hillside.
Once you're both fully dressed again, helmets included, Jungkook starts the engine, the bike roaring to life in the night.
The only light now comes from the front headlight cutting through the darkness ahead of you.
As always, Jungkook helps sync your intercoms to the same channel so you can talk during the ride.
By the time he climbs back onto the saddle and helps you up behind him, the engine is warm enough to go.
"Want to listen to some music on the way back?"
Jungkook asks through the intercom, and you smile softly, a little surprised—having never even considered that it was possible.
"Sure," you reply enthusiastically, watching as he pulls his phone from the pocket of his jacket to scroll through his playlists.
He tells you that if you need to talk to him, you'll have to signal him to turn the music off by slapping his thigh three times.
Then, slowly, the two of you begin the ride back home.
A song you know well—one you absolutely love—starts playing through the intercom, and from the very first notes, goosebumps spread across your skin.
It's Lost Boy by The Midnight, and as it plays, you find yourself reliving everything that happened today.
An unforgettable day, without a doubt.
And while your thoughts drift and a soft smile lingers on your lips, one phrase in particular keeps echoing through your mind.
What are you doing to me.
It hadn't sounded like a question.
It sounded more like a realization.
And for the entire ride home, the thought refuses to leave you alone.
He had sounded strained, almost in pain.
Could he also be feeling something more for you?
Even though you'd both agreed to keep things as friends who have fun sometimes, people can still change their minds, can't they?
Could he also be struggling with something that scares him just as much as it scares you?
As the ride continues, you hold onto Jungkook the same way you always do, but somehow he feels distant tonight.
Maybe he's simply focused on the road while driving Ducky down the hill, enjoying the ride back home.
Or maybe you're just overthinking everything, as you often do.
Neither of you speaks for the rest of the ride, letting the music fill the silence as his playlist shuffles from song to song.
You try not to dwell too much on that sentence before your thoughts spiral completely out of control.
Once you arrive home, Jungkook helps you off the bike, removes his helmet, and presses a small kiss to your cheek, as he always does, before wishing you a good night and leaving.
Maybe he doesn't regret kissing you.
Or maybe he does.
Maybe that's simply a line the two of you should have never crossed in the first place.
You wish him a safe ride home, and he smiles softly before putting his helmet back on and driving away.
Your chest feels heavy with all the questions swirling inside your mind. That little something that bloomed earlier feels more like a cactus now.
From now on, you decide you'll avoid letting things become too intimate again, keeping everything safely within the boundaries you'd originally agreed on.
It's safer that way, isn't it?
You're going to keep this little cactus inside your chest as a reminder.
You head inside the building, and as soon as you step into your apartment, you leave the confusion behind the door, determined to never let it enter these four walls again.
Once you've eaten and showered, you sink into your soft bed, telling yourself you'll finally focus on your client's sketchs first thing tomorrow morning, and you check your phone one last time before finally surrendering to sleep.
You find a message from Jungkook telling you he arrived home safely, and some of the tension inside you eases.
You really should stop overthinking and simply let things happen as they come. There's no point worrying this much.
With a sigh, you send a quick reply before finally letting sleep take over.
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (GymOwner!JK/MotoRacer!JK/Biker!JK-TattoArtist!OC)
Genre: S2L - Smut - Fluff - Angst
Summary: Jeon Jungkook never lets any distraction take him away from his motorcycle or his gym for more than one night. He just wants to speed around the track and feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins, the sex he gets thanks to his charm, is just a side dish to his life. A tough past brought him on that Ducati that he learned to love, a past you’ll uncover, as you slowly seep in under his skin. It’s a hell of a ride, in all senses, as you try to escape your own hell in the meanwhile. Where will this ride bring you? Will it be worth it in the end?
Chapter Warnings: the usual HEAVY flirting and teasing, Hani being annoying but she has reasons, brief mention of toxic ex, THEIR FIRST KISS, feelings (yup, it's a warning for me), they are idiots together, outdoor sex, mentions of voyeurism, fingering, slight breath play, orgasm denial, dom/sub dynamics, multiple ass slaps (he's obsessed with it), rough sex, light dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare. (sorry if I missed something)
Wc: 10.2k
A/N: Hello there! Here we are, after what feels like forever, with ch4 of this story! I hope you enjoy reading it! Let me know if you spot any errors. I tried to edit everything in one go, but that’s impossible with baby!
A few months ago, you could have never imagined that Tae’s advice to join the gym would lead you to this exact moment.
More than anything, you never expected that meeting Jungkook would push you to try so many new things all at once. From the very beginning, he knew exactly how to bring the right amount of strength out of your punches, and now here you are.
Every ride on Ducky sends a thrill through you.
Then again, so does almost every moment you spend with him.
Yes, there haven’t been many rides this past month. Maybe a couple with Tae and Hani, and just as many alone with Jungkook. Whether it was for a hot drink or simply the excuse of a late-night ride, he always invited you whenever he could.
And, of course, almost every time you saw him, things ended the same way: back at your place, fucking somewhere in your apartment because most nights, you never even made it to the bedroom.
Still, it’s been a busy month between work and the gym, though somehow the most overwhelming part has been buying motorcycle gear. Funny, considering everything else.
But when you think about it, it perfectly sums up the experience you’ve been having lately. Another first. Another step forward.
After the party that changed everything and the first time you slept with Jungkook, buying gear quickly became a necessity if you wanted to join the "real rides", as they call them. And somewhere between trying on helmets and jackets, you realized just how deep into all of this you really were.
Hani had come with you that day and secretly taken dozens of pictures while you tried on different pieces of gear.
And you still remember Jungkook’s comment when he saw the photo of you wearing a helmet.
"Now I see why you look at me like kids look at candy every time I put on my gear."
Same old tease. But you don't mind at all.
With him, it's almost natural; teasing each other like this is normal. Something your "friendship" is built on.
However.
There's always that thorn in your chest, because that's what it feels like. A sting, small but present. But you convince yourself you're doing a good job trying to smother whatever petals threaten to bloom inside your chest.
This Sunday, the guys decided to take a much longer ride with you and Hani, of course, from your house to the seafront and then up the hill, known for its incredible views, especially at sunset.
They should be there soon, and you and Hani are getting ready for the ride, double-checking your backpacks and gear.
As you're busy fixing your hair in a loose braid, your best friend is doing her usual best friend thing: peppering you with questions about Jungkook and teasing you about your obvious crush on him.
"I'm just saying, it's pretty obvious you like each other!"
"We do like each other," you reply with a long sigh. "As friends."
Hani looks at you with a shit-eating grin as you continue talking.
"Neither of us is interested in a relationship. We fuck and go on rides together sometimes, and that's fine for us."
You ignore her gaze and her giggles, focusing instead on braiding your hair.
After a while, when you're adjusting your riding pants and making sure the winter lining is properly positioned inside your jacket before putting it on, you hear a phone vibrate.
"It's Tae! They just got here."
Hani informs you. You nod and start to feel a little nervous, as always before a ride, as always before meeting Jungkook.
When you and Hani are finally ready, you grab your things and leave your apartment.
You find the boys with their bikes parked next to each other not far from the entrance of the building, and you don't miss the small smile that forms at the corner of Jungkook's mouth when he sees you arrive.
It's not the first time that you've seen him all geared up for a ride, but it always has an effect on you. And apparently, Jungkook is just as affected.
You say hi to Tae, who then shares a fleeting kiss with his girlfriend, and when you approach Jungkook, he's brushing his hair back with his hand.
"No kiss for me?"
He feigns a sad tone, his pout far too exaggerated for the glint in his mischievous gaze.
"Shut up."
You roll your eyes playfully.
"I haven't even said hi to you, and you're already shushing me!"
"Yup, that's your superpower!"
Tae chimes in from behind you, making you snicker at his sarcastic comment.
"Are you finally admitting that I'm super?"
Jungkook raises an eyebrow, turning to his friend, who shakes his head in exasperation.
"You're insufferable," you say, half-laughing.
Hani and Tae put on their helmets, ready to go, but just as you're about to put yours on, Jungkook stops you.
"Wait, did you stop by the store to get the padding changed?"
You nod, handing him the helmet.
"The guy said it should fit better now."
Jungkook takes it from your hands, inspecting it carefully before checking the intercom.
During the last few rides, the microphone inside the helmet had muffled your voice too much, while the loose padding made the fit less secure than it should've been.
"The microphone should work better too."
He hums in acknowledgment before turning the helmet in his hands and lowering it over your head.
You dip your chin slightly, pulling your braid over your shoulder and tucking a few loose strands behind your ears.
Jungkook studies you through the slit of the open visor for a moment before gripping the front of the helmet and giving it a light shake.
A surprised sound leaves you, your brows furrowing immediately, but he barely reacts, his attention still fixed on the fit.
"Yeah, that's much better." His lips curl into a grin. "Your cheeks are all squished now."
"Isn't it too tight like this?"
His gaze flicks back to you, amusement instantly returning to his expression.
"No, princess, it's supposed to be thigh enough to protect that pretty little head of yours."
Thankfully, the helmet hides the warmth spreading across your cheeks.
"Weird that you didn't make a joke when I said it was too tight."
You retort and Jungkook looks almost offended.
"Oh, and I'm the one with the dirty mind?"
You snort softly while he laughs under his breath, clearly satisfied once Hani's voice crackles through the intercom as he slips his own helmet on.
"We can hear everything! Change the channel if you're going to act like dirty lovebirds, just saying!"
Embarrassment eats you alive. This will only fuel Hani's endless teasing about your crush on Jungkook, and you silently curse yourself for it.
Jungkook only laughs before finally climbing onto Ducky.
Everyone's ready to go now. The boys start their bikes, and the roar of the engines cuts through the quiet of the early sunday afternoon, enough to send a wave of excitement through your limbs.
Even though you've ridden on Jungkook's Ducky before, this is the first time you're wearing gear that actually fits you. Your very own gear.
Once you're settled behind him, Jungkook speaks through the intercom, his voice crackling softly in your helmet.
"So, you know the drill," he starts. "You can rest your palms on the tank or hold onto my waist." Then he adds, "But try to relax your legs as much as possible."
You already knew today would feel different.
This wasn't just a quick ride through the city. It was longer, slower in some ways, meant to enjoy the view, the speed, and the warmth of the sunny afternoon rather than simply reaching a destination— which also meant you'd probably start feeling the discomfort of Ducky's saddle sooner or later.
As you ride toward the seafront, the sound of the wind slowly begins to blend with your thoughts. Tall buildings gradually give way to quieter suburban villas lined with gardens, sunlight filtering through the trees as you cruise peacefully down the road.
You feel like you're learning more and more about bikes, or at least about being the passenger on one. You're not just dead weight on the back seat; your body has to move with the rider as naturally as possible, especially through corners.
As you approach your first stop, you take a moment to take in the scenery.
For early January, it's a surprisingly mild day, especially this close to the sea. The breeze is stronger here, waves crashing steadily against the shore. The sun is almost blinding as it reflects against the endless deep blue of the water.
A particularly strong gust of wind shakes the bike slightly, making it sway for a moment. Your hands, which until then had been resting on the tank, instinctively move to Jungkook's hips, gripping them tightly.
You hear Jungkook laugh softly, amused by your reaction.
"Everything okay?" he finally asks, still feeling your arms wrapped around him.
"Yeah, don't laugh. I'm not used to it like you are!"
Even through the intercom, the irritation in your voice is obvious, despite your attempt to not sound so harsh.
Jungkook immediately picks up on your tone and tries to reassure you.
"I wasn't laughing at you!"
You can hardly believe it, knowing him, and almost as if he can sense your doubt, he continues.
"Up until a few days ago, you'd slam your helmet against my head at the slightest gear change or braking. We're making some progress here!"
Rolling your eyes at him is a habit now. But deep down, you know he's right; you don't know how you managed not to give him a concussion with all the accidental headbutts during your previous rides.
"Sorry," you sigh. "Maybe I've always just been too tense? I feel more confident now, knowing we're both protected."
It almost seems contradictory considering your reaction to a gust of wind, but Jungkook tilts his head slightly to glance at you through the side mirror.
He doesn't say anything, just looks at you for a few brief moments before continuing to ride as if nothing happened.
You're not sure how to interpret that silence or that gesture. Maybe the visor hides more than it should.
The ride continues smoothly, with Tae joining the conversation several times to talk about things you know nothing about, like which turns to take to reach the waterfront parking lot and what to do once you get there.
Grabbing a quick coffee had been the unanimous choice for the first stop.
Once they reach the parking lot they'd discussed earlier, the boys look for a place to park and, luckily, after a short search, find two spots close together.
Tae and Hani get off almost immediately once the bikes are turned off, taking off their helmets in no time.
As for you, Jungkook was right when he said you need to relax your legs.
When you try to push yourself up using his shoulders, you immediately feel the full effect of spending so much time in the saddle, wincing at the sudden discomfort.
Your butt muscles ache, and your legs feel numb from the prolonged tension. The rides you've done before helped you get somewhat used to the saddle, but spending this much time sitting like that for the first time was definitely a challenge— and this is only the first part of the ride.
You know your complaint hasn't gone unnoticed when you hear Hani laugh.
"Poor thing," her tone almost too teasing, "does your butt hurt?"
You get off the bike, grabbing Jungkook's hand as he helps you keep your balance, and before you can respond, he takes off his helmet and gives you a shameless grin.
"I'll gladly volunteer to give you a massage!"
Jungkook replies a little too enthusiastically, making an unmistakable gesture with his hands, enough to make Hani burst out laughing.
"God, I knew you'd say something like that. Hani practically handed that one to you on a silver platter!"
You say before ignoring their laughs while trying to stretch your legs as much as possible. Your muscles are a little stiff, but you already feel yourself relaxing as you walk around the parked bikes.
"They should add extra padding for your ass!"
The two of them look at you, amused.
"Come on, you'll get used to it soon."
Hani approaches you with an apologetic smile, and as if to make up for teasing you so much, she strokes your hair, slightly messy despite the long braid you'd done to keep it as neat as possible.
Meanwhile, Jungkook has gone to join Tae to pay for the parking ticket.
"You know I love you, right?"
Her words, calm and suddenly full of affection, immediately make you suspicious, your brows furrowing in confusion. “What’s gotten into you all of a sudden?”
“I realize I’ve been tormenting you with this Jungkook thing,” she confesses, sounding almost guilty, “but it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you look so… serene.”
She looks at you with a soft smile. “I missed this version of you,” she adds gently.
You stare at her for what feels like an endless moment, realizing the weight of your changes.
Ray feels like such a distant thought now that you can almost feel his disgusting presence fading away more and more. He no longer has a grip on your fragile heart the way he did months ago, and you've noticed it too.
Every time your eyes meet Jungkook's, you're reminded of how different your life feels now.
Joining the gym was the best choice you could have made.
You feel like you're finally on the right path, you're more confident, more sociable, but above all, you smile again.
Even now, as your mind wanders and Hani looks at you proudly, you smile.
You take her hand and squeeze it gently.
"I know, but give me a break every now and then."
You quickly glance toward the two boys, making sure they can't hear what you're about to say.
"I don't know what I really feel…" you almost whisper, even though Tae and Jungkook are standing pretty far away.
Actually, you think you do.
When you spend time with him, your heart beats so fast you almost fear he can feel it too, and that blooming sensation grows stronger and stronger.
After all, flowers can grow even through asphalt.
All it takes is a small crack, a fissure in the concrete, and it's over; sooner or later, something will bloom.
Hani smiles; she can probably see the conflict written all over your face, but you hope you won't have to put all the turmoil inside you into words.
You're hopelessly attracted to Jungkook, and by now it's obvious to anyone who catches you looking at him, but you're still so afraid of taking things further.
Maybe this is the only thing that still reminds you of how destructive Ray was for you— perhaps the last shard of glass that needs to be removed before the wound can finally heal.
So you can love again.
Love. Just thinking about the word already makes your legs shake.
You check your surroundings as the boys jog back toward you.
You're surprised to see the place so crowded— people strolling under the sun, children running around happily, most of the kiosks still open despite the season.
Everyone seems so carefree here, far away from the chaos of the city. They laugh, play, and enjoy the warmth of the beautiful afternoon.
For a moment, you're tempted to buy some cotton candy, but you decide to stick to the group's plan of grabbing a quick coffee before continuing up the hill before sunset.
Even though the stop had been short, it felt refreshing.
Still, once you're back on Ducky, Hani's words continue to echo in your mind during the ride uphill, a bitter taste lingering.
She missed the old you.
And until now, you had never truly realized how much this past version of yourself had affected your friends too.
It hadn't been easy for you, obviously, but you never stopped to think about how hard it must have been for them to watch you change so drastically after meeting Ray— to see you so broken by all his threats and assaults after the break up.
One memory resurfaces more vividly than the others.
Tae telling you, almost angrily, that Ray would lose the moment you finally started living again. The moment you embraced the version of yourself that existed before he ever entered your life.
Tae had been furious that day after pulling Ray away from you once again.
You remember feeling grateful for his help, but also deeply hurt by his words.
Because all you could hear at the time was that Ray had already won.
He had destroyed your life, hollowed out your personality, and left behind nothing but an empty, cracked shell filled with void.
Back then, you were still too consumed by pain to understand what Tae had truly meant.
It was also the first and only time you completely shut yourself off from your friends, too broken to listen, too exhausted to understand.
Misery had become familiar.
Safe, in a very twisted way.
The sun slowly slips behind the trees, inching closer and closer to disappearing behind the opposite side of the hill.
The air feels crisper here, and nearly every tree trunk decorating the landscape is covered in moss.
After a few turns, you realize you've been riding along the colder, damper side of the hill, because suddenly the scenery begins to change almost completely.
And it's beautiful to witness something so different waiting just on the other side— the warmer, sunnier one.
Watching the landscape slowly transform makes you think that maybe the gradual changes happening inside you carry their own kind of beauty too, and somehow that's enough to let old memories quietly slip from your mind.
Small houses dot the slopes of the hill, some surrounded by neat little lawns visible even from here.
A beautiful view framed by a sky that shifts color with every passing minute.
The boys are talking about something through the intercom, something you're barely paying attention to, too absorbed in the scenery and in the comforting feeling of absentmindedly holding onto Jungkook.
How long has his hand been resting over yours, wrapped around his waist?
It can't have been long considering how winding the road is, but the fact you hadn't even noticed makes the gesture feel almost… natural.
You soon catch sight of the viewpoint they've talked so much about.
Heat creeps up your neck at the realization, but despite the embarrassment, you don't move a muscle until Jungkook finally shifts to park the bike.
The seafront was beautiful, but up here, at the top of the hill, the view is breathtaking.
Pale sunlight reflects across the same sea whose waves you had admired barely thirty minutes ago. Yet from up here, it looks almost perfectly still, and the quiet surrounding you here is comforting.
There are no other visitors around, so the guys decide to park as close as possible to the benches beneath the trees overlooking the houses, the small forest, and the sea stretching far into the distance.
Once you get off and remove your helmets, you take the opportunity to pull out your phone and snap a few pictures.
The scenery looks straight out of a postcard, the cool tones of the winter landscape blending perfectly with the pale sky and scattered clouds above.
"Want to take a group photo while there's still a good light?"
Tae interrupts your photographer moment, and you immediately smile at the idea of having a memory to look back on with your friends.
You all settle onto one of the benches while Tae tries to find the perfect angle, balancing his phone on the saddle of his bike.
Hani throws out a few suggestions, and before long Tae sets the self-timer and jogs back toward you, slipping into place beside his girlfriend.
There's something almost tangible about the lightheartedness of this moment, captured in the smiles frozen in the picture.
Tae proudly shows you the result after getting it right on the first try, and Jungkook immediately asks him to send it over so he can print it later.
After that, you decide to take off your jacket, finding it too heavily padded even for the chilly weather.
You pull a sweatshirt from your backpack while Hani and Tae announce that they're going for a short walk around the area.
And just like that, you're left alone with Jungkook.
He's already sitting comfortably on the bench, silently scanning the horizon with his hands clasped together, elbows resting against his thighs.
You instinctively reach for your phone to capture the moment, but as you're ready to snap, Jungkook turns toward you, searching for you with his gaze, which immediately softens when he realizes you're trying to snap a picture of him without him noticing.
"You like what you see, huh?"
Always ready with a joke and that flirtatious smile, he poses for you, sporting a peace sign as you take the picture before you walk over to him.
"Oh, you bet," you reply as you inspect the picture, then you return his smile before adding teasingly a moment later, "The scenery's not bad either, I guess."
You put your phone away as you sit down triumphantly beside him; it feels like you've just won the argument with that comeback.
Jungkook chuckles, shifting his gaze away almost as if your veiled compliment made him shy.
You watch him, amused, catching that sweet little habit of his— pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek. It always gives him such a cute look, a sharp contrast to his usual mannerisms.
As he shifts position and leans back against the bench, he props one ankle over his knee while leaning slightly over, his arm resting on the bench behind you, as you sit comfortably, watching birds flutter across the horizon.
The fresh air and peaceful surroundings wrap around you as you chat about random things: your job, his gym and how the last race turned out.
Meanwhile, Tae and Hani have returned and settled onto the bench beside yours. You don't pay much attention to the two lovebirds, occasionally catching them kissing between conversations.
Suddenly, Jungkook breaks the brief silence between you, catching your attention.
"So, how do you like being my backpack?" he asks, genuinely curious, his gaze still fixed on something in the distance.
"Do you give nicknames to everything?"
You don't know much about biker slang, but you assume it might just be a cute nickname for a passenger.
"Not everything. Just sexy things."
He replies without hesitation, finally looking at you again with his usual smirk.
"Oh, so you think I'm sexy?"
You barely have time to enjoy the confirmation before he adds,
"Ducky is sexy too!"
There he is, the same Jungkook, always ready to joke, always ready to banter with you. Such a flirt.
You playfully punch his arm, and Jungkook reacts dramatically, pretending the hit was much stronger than it actually was.
"You're such a tease," you say with a smile.
Jungkook watches you smugly as he taps his fingers against the wooden bench.
"You always avoid my questions, though."
Oh, well, he is right.
It's almost completely true. You've learned that most of the time his flirting comes from exchanges like these, but this time you realize he seems genuinely interested in your answer, like he truly wants to know how you're experiencing this whole motorcycle thing with him.
You look at him and realize he's serious. He almost seems worried about what your answer might be.
So you decide to be completely honest.
"I love being your backpack, really."
When his expression visibly softens, you add,
"I thought the idea of getting on a bike would terrify me, but I actually really like it."
Jungkook smiles then, and it's beautiful— sweet and relieved.
"I'm glad."
His tone, calm and warm, is like a soft caress.
You'd give anything to always see that smile on his face, and that's exactly what makes you realize just how strong your crush on this man is.
Maybe Hani's right. Maybe you should stop worrying so much and just let go. Maybe you should allow yourself to enjoy these feelings freely.
But deep down, you know what you feel still isn't strong enough to overcome your fears. At least not yet. It's not time yet.
Tae appears behind you, resting his hands on Jungkook's shoulders.
"Guys, it's gonna be completely dark soon, and I thought I'd take Hani out to dinner somewhere not too far from here before driving her home. Wanna join us?"
"Unfortunately, I can't. I open the shop tomorrow morning, and I still have to finish fixing two sketches for an afternoon client."
You would've loved to eat with them, warming yourself up with a steaming bowl of Kimchi-jjigae, but duty calls, and maybe your chronic procrastination is partly to blame for not being able to stay for dinner.
"That means we'll have to part ways here," Tae concludes, smirking and feigning sadness over the separation before looking at Hani, who has already grabbed her helmet and is ready to go.
Jungkook chuckles softly.
"I won't miss you."
"Bruh, same!"
The two of them are seriously like Tom and Jerry sometimes.
"Well, we should get going then. See you at work tomorrow?"
Hani turns to you before putting on her helmet while Tae walks off to put on his and warm up the motorcycle engine.
"Yup, have fun and eat well!"
Your friend winks at you before saying goodbye and wishing you a safe ride home.
Before getting on the bike, Tae waves one last time, reminding Jungkook to ride carefully. Then the two of them take off, and the roar of the engines gradually fades into the distance.
It's just the two of you now. And Ducky, of course.
The temperature is starting to drop, and maybe it's time to put your jacket back on. You get up from the bench to grab your backpack from Ducky's seat so you can put your sweatshirt away.
You slip your jacket back on while Jungkook stays seated, quietly watching the golden light in silence.
You wonder if something hidden in the darker corners of his mind has caught his attention again, stealing away the smile he'd been wearing until just moments ago.
His gaze is fixed on the sky somewhere near the setting sun.
You sit back down beside him and softly ask,
"Are you okay?"
The uncertainty in your voice is unmistakable.
You almost feel guilty for disturbing him. His gaze falls on you, but it feels distant somehow, stripped of that warm familiarity you've grown used to seeing in his eyes.
He seems almost empty, and something inside your chest aches at the sight of it. Whatever torments him from time to time strongly enough to extinguish that light in him, you wish it didn't exist.
"Yeah… sorry."
He smiles at you, but it doesn't reach his eyes at all— flat, almost forced.
"I love this place. It's peaceful."
His gaze drifts back toward the landscape, almost as if he's trying to guide your attention away from something you still can't fully grasp.
You follow his gaze anyway, watching it wander over the details of the scenery stretched out before you.
"Do you want to stay a little longer?"
Jungkook nods without saying anything else, and you respect his silence.
He seems like he wants to savor a few more moments here, and the question has come naturally to you.
You just want to see that beautiful smile on his face again.
You can't know for sure, but you sense that he's struggling with something. Maybe this place means more to him than you thought, or maybe being here brought back painful memories. Who knows.
"I come here often, even without Tae," he begins, a faint melancholy lingering in his voice.
"It's almost always desert, especially during winter, and I like coming here to disconnect from the city for a while."
You nod softly; it really is a beautiful place, and it's easy to understand why it became his favorite spot to unwind and escape everyday life.
"I'm glad you came here with me today."
His tone suddenly softens.
He's grateful simply because you're here, and the feeling that realization gives you is overwhelming in the best possible way.
You want to tell him that his presence has become important to you too, that he played such a crucial role in the beginning of your healing, but the words remain trapped somewhere in your chest, impossible to let out.
Not yet, at least.
"We can come back whenever you want."
You can't bring yourself to say anything more, afraid your voice might tremble, even though you could probably blame it on the cold if it did.
A faint blush warms your cheeks, but thankfully the sunset hides it well, brushing your features with soft shades of orange.
With those words, it almost feels like the shadow hanging over him disappears for a moment, retreating somewhere deep within Jungkook's mind.
He gently takes your hand then, his thumb stroking over the back of it.
Suddenly, he bursts out laughing, the abrupt shift in mood catching you completely off guard.
"God, I always forget how tiny your hands are!"
You snort softly, and with that breath, the tension leaves your body, giving way to genuine laughter.
Apparently, this detail is never going unnoticed, and you've accepted that by now.
Still, the atmosphere feels lighter again, and you have to thank your tiny hands for that.
"Should we start heading back? We still have a long ride ahead of us."
You nod. It's almost dinner time, and you'd like to get home early enough to have a look on those sketches, to eat, shower, and collapse on your bed afterward.
You settle in and let Jungkook check your gear and helmet, making sure you haven't missed any zippers, snaps, or anything else.
Satisfied that everything is in place, he gives you a thumbs-up, then he starts the engine of his beloved Ducky before helping you climb onto the bike.
The ride home is mostly downhill, gravity naturally pressing you closer against Jungkook's back.
Despite the layers of padding and his back protector, the awareness of his body so close to yours is impossible to ignore.
So, as Jungkook rides at a moderate pace through the downhill curves, you let your hands rest lightly against his thighs.
Only last week, during a short ride, Jungkook had implied he could resist your teasing hands, though it had really just been an obvious excuse to get you to indulge him — something he admitted himself the following day.
Back then, you hadn't wanted to give him the satisfaction, so you hadn't even tried.
Now, though, you're genuinely curious to see how far you can push him and whether it would still affect him through all those layers of clothing.
Besides, this time he probably isn't expecting it.
So you gather some courage and begin tracing your hands along his thighs, slowly massaging the muscles before sliding down toward his knees and back up again.
"What are you trying to do?"
His voice is steady and low through the intercom.
You catch him tilting slightly to the side as if he's attempting to look back at you, even though it's obviously impossible with the helmet on. Still, you know him enough to understand; his body language says enough.
He's tensed up slightly, and you can practically picture the expression hidden beneath his helmet. That's a real shame you can't see it.
"What? I'm just massaging your thighs."
You feign innocence, even though your voice sounds far too seductive for anyone to believe your intentions are pure.
"You're playing a dangerous game…"
Short and concise, his voice has dropped lower too.
As you take one particularly sharp curve, you decide to use the intercom to play dirty.
The speed is safe enough for it, and the descent makes everything feel more natural.
So you arch your back slightly, letting his gentle braking push your body against his. Your breathing grows heavier as you continue leaning into him, slowly caressing his legs until one of your hands settles against the inside of his thigh while the other drifts upward toward his abdomen and chest.
"Y/N..."
Your name, you've started to love it ever since it began falling from his lips with such an addictive sound.
You hum in question, your hands never faltering.
"What am I risking?" you ask in a low voice. You can't wait to get home, let him climb on top of you, and let him fuck you until you pass out.
The thought alone turns you on enormously, so much so that you almost feel the need to undress and let the cold air calm the burning beneath your skin.
It probably wouldn't be enough, especially if you keep touching him like this.
Jungkook doesn't respond. You only hear his slightly labored breathing, and you sense the gradual change in speed that makes you smile with satisfaction. Apparently, he can't wait to get back either.
But when your hands find their place on the tank and you leave him to drive undisturbed, Jungkook slows down dramatically, almost slamming on the brakes.
You scan the surroundings but don't remember ever taking a dirt road like this to get to the top of the hill.
Realization hits quickly.
Jungkook stops Ducky in what seems like a pull-off well hidden by trees and turns the engine off.
"Are you going to kill me and dump my body here?"
You exaggerate a feigned concern that only earns a dark chuckle from Jungkook.
As he helps you down and puts up the center stand, he turns off the intercom and pulls off his helmet.
You watch him with hungry eyes as his dark locks momentarily fall over his face.
He runs a hand through his hair as if trying to fix it at least a little, then places his hands on the sides of your helmet and opens the visor.
"Take off your helmet."
His tone is firm but not stern; he's all bossy right now, and you love it.
You comply, unfastening and removing your helmet.
Meanwhile, Jungkook has carefully removed his jacket and gently places it on the ground next to Ducky before setting his helmet on top of it to keep it from getting dirty or scratched. Your helmet comes next, positioned beside his.
When Jungkook turns his attention back to you, there's a predatory look in his eyes, his decisive movements a clear sign that you're officially in trouble.
The confirmation comes the moment he presses his body against yours, trapping you between himself and Ducky's side.
"Told you you were risking."
He whispers the words against your ear as he pulls off his gloves, tossing them somewhere near the handlebars.
"Ooh, I'm sooo scared," you mock him, matching his tone with a cheeky little smile while pulling off your gloves as well.
Jungkook smirks, taking them from your hands without ever breaking eye contact.
He studies you carefully— or maybe he's simply trying to escape the spell your bold hands had cast on him earlier, your dark eyes pulling him in like they always do.
He places your gloves beside his before gently taking your chin between his fingers.
You let him guide you as he tilts your head slightly, exposing your neck and making it vulnerable to the trail of warm, wet kisses he presses against your skin.
The sky above is now a deepening blue, streaked with dark clouds as daylight slowly fades. Visibility isn’t great out here, but that only adds to the strange sense of isolation surrounding you both.
You shiver when the cool air hits the saliva Jungkook leaves on your neck while he gently traces the contours of your face with one hand, using the other to brush away a few loose strands of hair and tuck them behind your ear.
"Jungkook," you whisper almost imperceptibly, "someone might see us."
Even though the fear of being discovered is evident in your voice, the contradiction in your body language is just as clear. You close your eyes, savoring his lips on your skin as if he might stop at any moment.
Jungkook keeps kissing and touching your skin as though his breathing depends on it while slowly unbuttoning your jacket and tugging down the zipper.
"No one's gonna see us, princess."
His slightly labored breath brushes against your ear, and his next words send an unexpected shiver of pleasure through you.
"If anyone happens to pass by, they might just enjoy the show."
Your mind immediately begins to wander.
You imagine yourself here, in the middle of nowhere at dusk, with Jungkook fucking you against Ducky, and the mere thought of someone catching you in the act fills you with the reckless thrill of doing something forbidden for the first time.
Your core throbs with anticipation, and you have to bite down on your lip to stop a moan from slipping out.
"Fuck," is all you manage through a strained breath.
Jungkook seems satisfied. The idea of being seen hasn't scared you— if anything, it seems to have turned you on even more, and he's noticed.
He bites into your throat just enough to make you gasp, a smirk tugging at his lips as he hums low.
"Being watched while I fuck you on my bike turns you on?"
His hands slip beneath the fabric of your jacket and sweatshirt, pushing the motorcycle jacket off your shoulders and down your arms until it hangs loosely around your elbows without fully removing it.
You let him do it, the cold now the last thing on your mind, especially with his body pressed so close to yours— and even more so with the anticipation of what's about to happen.
"No," you reply hesitantly. "That would be embarrassing."
Even though the words leave your lips in the form of a sigh, you can hardly believe this is actually exciting to you.
It's strange.
The mere fantasy of it is thrilling, but if it really happened, you don't know how you'd react.
You'd probably be mortified.
And honestly, you'd rather never find out.
Sensing the uncertainty in your voice, Jungkook tries to reassure you.
"Don't worry. If anyone's going to watch us out here, it'll probably just be a couple of foxes or squirrels."
And somehow, it works.
You both burst into laughter at the same time.
Jungkook can't even finish the sentence with a straight face before breaking down, and you instinctively cover your face as you laugh too, imagining foxes and squirrels peeking out from somewhere between the trees, catching the two of you in the act.
"You're such an idiot, oh my God!"
Jungkook has this kind of superpower: he can make the atmosphere unbearably hot one second and unbelievably light the next, and somehow you're always perfectly in sync with him.
You place your hands on his shoulders while your laughter echoes through the silence of the hill, and for a brief moment, the two of you simply look at each other as if time itself has stopped.
Your laughter slowly fades, and God, he looks beautiful beneath the faint light brushing over his soft features.
You feel the growing urge to kiss his tempting lips, your eyes lingering on the piercing you've been dying to touch.
Almost instinctively, your hand slides from his shoulder to his jaw, your thumb settling against his soft lower lip before delicately brushing over the metal.
It feels cold beneath your touch, and you're not entirely sure how long you've been staring at his lips before finally looking back into his eyes.
It seems he's been watching your lips too, wondering what they taste like, just like you.
You wet your lips, suddenly aware of how dry they feel, and something shifts in Jungkook's gaze as it darkens.
You caress his cheek as your fingers move up to the hair behind his ear, and Jungkook finally gives in to the desire clouding his thoughts.
In the blink of an eye, he closes the distance and crashes his lips against yours.
His hands move to your face, cupping your cheeks as he deepens the kiss, and your body immediately melts into the same overwhelming feeling.
That blooming you had tried to smother for so long?
The moment his lips touch yours, all your effort becomes useless.
Something blooms open inside your chest, your heart beating impossibly fast as warmth spreads through your entire body, leaving no room for denial anymore.
Something is there, and you can't ignore it now.
Right now, there are no words capable of explaining the whirlwind of emotions you're experiencing. There's something hidden behind this kiss, something neither of you is ready to confront.
Friends don't kiss.
But friends with benefits can... right?
It doesn't matter right now; the only thing that matters is his lips on yours and this warm sensation they awaken inside you.
You feel a wild fire deep in your belly that spreads quickly.
Your fingers tighten in his hair as you brush your tongue against his lips with lust, silently asking for permission to let your tongues melt together in a slow, languid dance.
Jungkook lets out a deep breath, almost as if he's been holding it in this whole time — almost as if he'd been afraid you might reject his kiss. A breath that sounds almost relieving.
He pulls you closer as he finally lets his tongue meet yours, deepening the kiss. It tastes like heaven and hell melting together into something dangerously addictive.
Within seconds, everything becomes clouded with desire.
You vaguely remember shrugging off your jacket, which had still been hanging around your forearms, just so you could move more freely and wrap your arms around his body without ever breaking the kiss.
Your breaths mingle, soft moans slipping from both of you as the kiss grows hotter and hotter.
"Can I touch you?"
Jungkook and his habit of asking for consent will always be sexy to you.
He whispers the question against your lips, still kissing and caressing you feverishly.
You have no intention of pulling away from him right now, not even to tell him yes — that you need him to touch you, to do whatever he wants with you.
Instead, you show him.
You take one of his hands firmly while lifting your sweatshirt with the other, guiding his warm hand beneath it until it reaches your covered breast.
A low guttural sound rumbles from Jungkook's throat, clearly pleased by your boldness.
He gently squeezes your soft flesh, teasing the hardening nipple through your bra.
One particular pinch pulls a moan from your lips loud enough to force you away from the kiss, your brows furrowing in pleasure while the growing wetness between your thighs makes it painfully obvious how much you're enjoying this.
You breathe heavily as your trembling hands move toward the zipper of his motorcycle pants.
"Can I?"
Even though you've already crossed that line, asking still feels natural.
Jungkook smiles before answering,
"Yes, but it's my turn to make you feel good."
He lets you unzip his pants and pull them down just enough to reveal the outline of his erection beneath his underwear, but stops your hand just before you can touch him more.
"Turn around," he says gently, and although reluctant, you obey. You really wanted to feel how hard he is for you.
Once you turn around, Jungkook guides your hands to let them rest on the soft saddle of his bike.
His hands glide over your hips before reaching the waistband of your pants to unbutton and unzip them.
Trapped between the motorcycle and his body, you feel deliciously trapped.
You let his hand slip inside your pants, but Jungkook doesn't go straight where you want him the most. No, he loves taking his time with you. You've learned that after countless nights spent with him.
He lowers his hand slightly, keeping you close with one arm while the other finds the soaked fabric between your thighs.
"Always so wet for me."
Pride laces his deep voice as he rubs slow circles over your clit through your soaked panties.
"It's your fault," you murmur, resting your head back against his toned chest while your body melts.
Jungkook presses his hips against you, his hard cock grinding teasingly against your ass.
"You're just as guilty."
He rolls his hips against you a few more times, drawing a strained breath from your lips.
Then he pulls his hand from your pants— only to slide it back inside, this time beneath your panties.
His fingers immediately find your swollen, sensitive clit before dragging lower, teasing your folds and entrance.
You moan as his skilled middle finger glides through your wetness, lingering torturously between your clit and your entrance without actually pushing inside, teasing you slowly with your own arousal.
You're not exactly sure when you started moving your hips along with his rhythm, but by doing so, you're rubbing ass against his erection.
You can feel him throbbing behind you, and the sound of his breathing near your ear only fuels the ecstasy building inside you.
At one particularly pleasurable roll of his hips, Jungkook slips his hand from beneath your hoodie and brings it to your neck.
The gesture catches you off guard, and a jolt of electricity rushes through your body when his fingers tighten lightly around it.
"Maybe I really should make you beg for it after all that teasing."
You're breathless— not because his grip around your neck is too tight. It's nothing more than a gentle reminder of who's in control right now.
No, what truly steals the air from your lungs is the hand working between your thighs, growing bolder and more relentless as Jungkook speaks.
Two of his fingers slide inside you smoothly, drawing a broken gasp from your lips.
You're panting now, your thighs instinctively pressing together around his hand, but it does nothing to stop him.
Jungkook keeps moving his fingers mercilessly, the wet sounds between your legs mixing with your shaky breaths as you drift closer and closer to the edge.
You're incapable of speaking, too consumed by the overwhelming pleasure he's pulling from your body, too focused on matching his rhythm and savoring every second of it.
When his fingers tighten around your neck just a little more, it feels like you're about to fall apart completely, your orgasm so close you can already taste it.
Your walls clench around his fingers rhythmically— and then suddenly, Jungkook pulls his hand from your pants, the grip around your neck disappearing just as quickly.
You lean heavily against the motorcycle, panting as frustration replaces the delicious pleasure that had consumed you only seconds earlier.
You almost turn around to ask him what the hell is wrong with him when you were so close, but Jungkook answers before you can even speak.
"Like I said... I want you to beg for it."
His voice is low and rough, thick with arousal.
Before you can process the words completely, he brings his fingers— still soaked with your arousal— to his mouth, slowly licking them clean before sucking them between his lips.
You look up at him, your expression caught somewhere between bliss and irritation.
And Jungkook looks completely obsessed with it.
You can see it clearly in his eyes: the satisfaction of seeing you all hot and bothered because of him, and the taste of your arousal on his tongue it's just the cherry on top for him.
You turn around on shaky legs, too desperate to argue, too eager to finally feel him inside you.
You voice your thoughts as you grab his hips and press your body against his, your hands quickly finding their way beneath the fabric of his boxers to squeeze his toned ass.
His skin feels soft beneath your touch, and Jungkook lets you do whatever you want with a smug expression on his face, his cock twitching as he subtly rolls his hips against yours.
"Fuck me senseless..." you whisper while looking straight into his eyes.
You hadn't noticed it before, but your eyes are slightly glossy from the orgasm he'd denied you moments earlier, making them shine even more beautifully.
Jungkook notices too, and it drives him insane. Your words pour gasoline over the fire already burning inside him.
He bites down on his lip slowly, a guttural sound rumbling from his throat strongly enough to make you tremble.
Then he spins you around again, this time hard enough for you to catch yourself against the bike to keep your balance.
In one smooth movement, he pulls down your pants and panties together just enough to reveal the heat between your thighs.
The cool evening air brushes against your overheated skin, and suddenly Jungkook delivers a sharp slap that leaves your skin stinging pleasantly afterward.
You jolt at the mixture of pain and pleasure, only for his hands to immediately soften as he gently caresses the reddened skin.
You glance back over your shoulder just in time to watch him push down his pants and boxers, finally freeing his hard cock from the restrictive fabric.
Instinctively, you arch your back and rest your elbows on the saddle, as an invitation.
Jungkook watches you like this and can't help biting his lip again at the sight in front of him.
Seeing you this submissive and compliant drives him crazy.
He wanted to put his hands on you ever since you showed up in your motorcycle gear earlier today. He thinks about all the filthy thoughts he'd had, while pretending to pay attention to your friends.
He wraps a hand around his cock, stroking himself a few times as precum beads at the tip before slowly dragging himself through your wetness.
The sensation pulls a weak moan from your throat.
"I haven't fucked anyone else since the last time we did it," he confesses.
It isn't the first time you and Jungkook have gone without condoms. After the first few times together, you'd talked about it and mutually agreed that raw sex would remain exclusive to whatever this relationship between you actually is, while condoms would still be used with anyone else.
The truth is, you don't sleep with anyone else besides him, but admitting that out loud feels far too embarrassing.
"Me neither," you softly say.
After making sure his cock is covered with your arousal, Jungkook positions himself at your entrance, no extra lubrication needed as his cock slides into you slowly but smoothly.
He always makes sure to give you time to adjust, taking his time as he pushes deeper inside you.
Your face twists in pleasure as your walls welcome him eagerly.
Jungkook lets out a breathy sound, savoring the feeling of your warmth enveloping him completely, your walls tightening around his hardness.
"Always so wet and tight for me... so perfect," he groans, stilling for a moment once he's fully buried inside you.
"Always so hard for me. I love it," you murmur breathlessly, your voice barely above a whisper.
But it's enough, more than enough to make Jungkook lose control of the lust he'd been holding back.
His hips begin to move in a steady rhythm, the first thrusts measured and controlled as he makes sure you can handle more.
Once your breathing evens out and your body relaxes perfectly beneath him, arched just the way he likes, he starts thrusting harder, gripping your hips firmly to keep you in place.
You cling to the bike for support as moan after moan spills from your lips, your elbows pressing harder on the saddle.
Jungkook's thrusts are deep and precise, never once losing rhythm.
His breathing grows heavier as his eyes remain fixed on the way your bodies move together, on the way your ass bounces against him with every thrust.
He wants to bite into the soft skin of your ass so badly, but he can't in this position, so he has to hold back, mentally promising himself he'll do it next time.
Instead, he slaps it a couple of times with controlled force until a guttural moan tears from your throat.
He loves that sound.
He has to restrain the almost feral urge to hear it again and again because the last thing he wants is to actually hurt you.
He bites down hard on his own lip, enough to leave it swollen, while his hand smooths over the reddened skin soothingly.
Then he grabs you by the crooks of your elbows, pulling your body flush against his chest while continuing to thrust into you at a relentless pace.
Your sounds are downright obscene, and Jungkook lowers his mouth to your ear, nipping softly at your earlobe before breathing heavily against your skin.
He tilts your head just enough for it to rest against his chest, one hand returning to your neck, slightly higher than before.
His fingers keep your jaw steady as he presses sweet kisses against the side of your face, his pace slowing slightly but remaining deep and powerful nonetheless.
The pleasure feels divine, so overwhelming that tears begin gathering behind your closed eyelids.
With your head tilted back slightly against him, one tear slips free and trails down your cheekbone while breathless moans continue spilling from your lips as you grow wetter and wetter around him.
Another tear escapes, and this time Jungkook catches it with the tip of his tongue, tasting its saltiness.
The sensation pulls a breathy moan from him as your walls tighten around his cock.
"Come for me, baby."
He kisses your temple again and again, and you instinctively lift your arms to bury your hands in his hair, fingers settling at the nape of his neck.
You're already so close when Jungkook shifts slightly behind you without losing his rhythm, one of his hands slipping down between your legs to find your clit.
His fingers circle it expertly, and the added pleasure sends you past the point of no return.
Your orgasm crashes over you almost immediately, so intense your vision blurs and your trembling legs nearly give out beneath you.
"Fuck… What are you doing to me" Jungkook whispers shakily as he watches you fall apart in his arms, your body trembling while your walls pulse uncontrollably around him.
And that's what finally pushes him over the edge too.
The sight of you completely consumed by pleasure because of him, your fingers gripping tightly at the hair on his nape, your uneven breaths as you struggle to recover— it's enough to unravel him completely.
His hands tighten briefly around your hips before he comes inside you with a few deep thrusts, warmth spilling into you while your bodies remain pressed tightly together.
You love the feeling so much you don't want him to move.
Right now, all you want is to feel him even closer.
You release his neck and instead take hold of his hands still resting on your hips, guiding his arms around yourself while he remains buried inside you, slowly softening.
You keep your hands over his, in a makeshift embrace that feels like a blanket wrapped over you, maybe a little too intimate, but neither of you moves for a long moment.
Eventually, when the haze of pleasure begins to fade and your thoughts slowly settle again, Jungkook carefully pulls out.
He quickly cups a hand beneath you to keep his release from dripping onto your clothes, and the sudden emptiness leaves an almost uncomfortable ache behind as you feel warmth slowly dripping out of you.
He's careful not to touch you too much, knowing how sensitive you are after your orgasm, and the consideration makes a soft smile appear on your lips.
Once he's gathered most of it, you cautiously turn around and scan the area for your backpack.
"I'll get you a tissue, wait," you murmur softly before kneeling beside the bag lying on the ground.
It's a little difficult with your pants still halfway down, but you manage to unzip it and grab what you need to clean yourself up.
"Sorry. I should've warned you," Jungkook says apologetically.
"You don't have to apologize," you answer immediately before adding with a shy smile, "that was really hot."
Pride flashes across Jungkook's face at your response, and then you waste no time getting dressed to head back home.
The sun has completely given way to the moon, leaving the hill wrapped in partial darkness. Somehow, your eyes have mostly adjusted to it, enough for you to gather your things and get ready to leave.
You still can't believe the two of you actually had sex out here in the open, in this secluded pull-off on the hillside.
Once you're both fully dressed again, helmets included, Jungkook starts the engine, the bike roaring to life in the night.
The only light now comes from the front headlight cutting through the darkness ahead of you.
As always, Jungkook helps sync your intercoms to the same channel so you can talk during the ride.
By the time he climbs back onto the saddle and helps you up behind him, the engine is warm enough to go.
"Want to listen to some music on the way back?"
Jungkook asks through the intercom, and you smile softly, a little surprised—having never even considered that it was possible.
"Sure," you reply enthusiastically, watching as he pulls his phone from the pocket of his jacket to scroll through his playlists.
He tells you that if you need to talk to him, you'll have to signal him to turn the music off by slapping his thigh three times.
Then, slowly, the two of you begin the ride back home.
A song you know well—one you absolutely love—starts playing through the intercom, and from the very first notes, goosebumps spread across your skin.
It's Lost Boy by The Midnight, and as it plays, you find yourself reliving everything that happened today.
An unforgettable day, without a doubt.
And while your thoughts drift and a soft smile lingers on your lips, one phrase in particular keeps echoing through your mind.
What are you doing to me.
It hadn't sounded like a question.
It sounded more like a realization.
And for the entire ride home, the thought refuses to leave you alone.
He had sounded strained, almost in pain.
Could he also be feeling something more for you?
Even though you'd both agreed to keep things as friends who have fun sometimes, people can still change their minds, can't they?
Could he also be struggling with something that scares him just as much as it scares you?
As the ride continues, you hold onto Jungkook the same way you always do, but somehow he feels distant tonight.
Maybe he's simply focused on the road while driving Ducky down the hill, enjoying the ride back home.
Or maybe you're just overthinking everything, as you often do.
Neither of you speaks for the rest of the ride, letting the music fill the silence as his playlist shuffles from song to song.
You try not to dwell too much on that sentence before your thoughts spiral completely out of control.
Once you arrive home, Jungkook helps you off the bike, removes his helmet, and presses a small kiss to your cheek, as he always does, before wishing you a good night and leaving.
Maybe he doesn't regret kissing you.
Or maybe he does.
Maybe that's simply a line the two of you should have never crossed in the first place.
You wish him a safe ride home, and he smiles softly before putting his helmet back on and driving away.
Your chest feels heavy with all the questions swirling inside your mind. That little something that bloomed earlier feels more like a cactus now.
From now on, you decide you'll avoid letting things become too intimate again, keeping everything safely within the boundaries you'd originally agreed on.
It's safer that way, isn't it?
You're going to keep this little cactus inside your chest as a reminder.
You head inside the building, and as soon as you step into your apartment, you leave the confusion behind the door, determined to never let it enter these four walls again.
Once you've eaten and showered, you sink into your soft bed, telling yourself you'll finally focus on your client's sketchs first thing tomorrow morning, and you check your phone one last time before finally surrendering to sleep.
You find a message from Jungkook telling you he arrived home safely, and some of the tension inside you eases.
You really should stop overthinking and simply let things happen as they come. There's no point worrying this much.
With a sigh, you send a quick reply before finally letting sleep take over.
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (GymOwner!JK/MotoRacer!JK/Biker!JK-TattoArtist!OC)
Genre: S2L - Smut - Fluff - Angst
Summary: Jeon Jungkook never let any distraction take him away from his motorcycle or his gym for more than one night. He just wants to speed around the track and feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins, the sex he gets thanks to his charm, is just a side dish to his life. A tough past brought him on that Ducati that he learned to love, a past you'll uncover, as you slowly seep in under his skin. It's a hell of a ride, in all senses, as you try to escape your own hell in the meanwhile.
Where will this ride bring you?
Will it be worth it in the end?
A/N: Pls be aware that this post may be subject to changes. New chapters and drabbles may be added to the list later in time. - Joy🐰
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (GymOwner!JK/MotoRacer!JK/Biker!JK-TattoArtist!OC)
Genre: S2L - Smut - Fluff - Angst
Summary: Jeon Jungkook never lets any distraction take him away from his motorcycle or his gym for more than one night. He just wants to speed around the track and feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins, the sex he gets thanks to his charm, is just a side dish to his life. A tough past brought him on that Ducati that he learned to love, a past you’ll uncover, as you slowly seep in under his skin. It’s a hell of a ride, in all senses, as you try to escape your own hell in the meanwhile. Where will this ride bring you? Will it be worth it in the end?
Chapter Warnings: the usual HEAVY flirting and teasing, Hani being annoying but she has reasons, brief mention of toxic ex, THEIR FIRST KISS, feelings (yup, it's a warning for me), they are idiots together, outdoor sex, mentions of voyeurism, fingering, slight breath play, orgasm denial, dom/sub dynamics, multiple ass slaps (he's obsessed with it), rough sex, light dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare. (sorry if I missed something)
Wc: 10.2k
A/N: Hello there! Here we are, after what feels like forever, with ch4 of this story! I hope you enjoy reading it! Let me know if you spot any errors. I tried to edit everything in one go, but that’s impossible with baby!
A few months ago, you could have never imagined that Tae’s advice to join the gym would lead you to this exact moment.
More than anything, you never expected that meeting Jungkook would push you to try so many new things all at once. From the very beginning, he knew exactly how to bring the right amount of strength out of your punches, and now here you are.
Every ride on Ducky sends a thrill through you.
Then again, so does almost every moment you spend with him.
Yes, there haven’t been many rides this past month. Maybe a couple with Tae and Hani, and just as many alone with Jungkook. Whether it was for a hot drink or simply the excuse of a late-night ride, he always invited you whenever he could.
And, of course, almost every time you saw him, things ended the same way: back at your place, fucking somewhere in your apartment because most nights, you never even made it to the bedroom.
Still, it’s been a busy month between work and the gym, though somehow the most overwhelming part has been buying motorcycle gear. Funny, considering everything else.
But when you think about it, it perfectly sums up the experience you’ve been having lately. Another first. Another step forward.
After the party that changed everything and the first time you slept with Jungkook, buying gear quickly became a necessity if you wanted to join the "real rides", as they call them. And somewhere between trying on helmets and jackets, you realized just how deep into all of this you really were.
Hani had come with you that day and secretly taken dozens of pictures while you tried on different pieces of gear.
And you still remember Jungkook’s comment when he saw the photo of you wearing a helmet.
"Now I see why you look at me like kids look at candy every time I put on my gear."
Same old tease. But you don't mind at all.
With him, it's almost natural; teasing each other like this is normal. Something your "friendship" is built on.
However.
There's always that thorn in your chest, because that's what it feels like. A sting, small but present. But you convince yourself you're doing a good job trying to smother whatever petals threaten to bloom inside your chest.
This Sunday, the guys decided to take a much longer ride with you and Hani, of course, from your house to the seafront and then up the hill, known for its incredible views, especially at sunset.
They should be there soon, and you and Hani are getting ready for the ride, double-checking your backpacks and gear.
As you're busy fixing your hair in a loose braid, your best friend is doing her usual best friend thing: peppering you with questions about Jungkook and teasing you about your obvious crush on him.
"I'm just saying, it's pretty obvious you like each other!"
"We do like each other," you reply with a long sigh. "As friends."
Hani looks at you with a shit-eating grin as you continue talking.
"Neither of us is interested in a relationship. We fuck and go on rides together sometimes, and that's fine for us."
You ignore her gaze and her giggles, focusing instead on braiding your hair.
After a while, when you're adjusting your riding pants and making sure the winter lining is properly positioned inside your jacket before putting it on, you hear a phone vibrate.
"It's Tae! They just got here."
Hani informs you. You nod and start to feel a little nervous, as always before a ride, as always before meeting Jungkook.
When you and Hani are finally ready, you grab your things and leave your apartment.
You find the boys with their bikes parked next to each other not far from the entrance of the building, and you don't miss the small smile that forms at the corner of Jungkook's mouth when he sees you arrive.
It's not the first time that you've seen him all geared up for a ride, but it always has an effect on you. And apparently, Jungkook is just as affected.
You say hi to Tae, who then shares a fleeting kiss with his girlfriend, and when you approach Jungkook, he's brushing his hair back with his hand.
"No kiss for me?"
He feigns a sad tone, his pout far too exaggerated for the glint in his mischievous gaze.
"Shut up."
You roll your eyes playfully.
"I haven't even said hi to you, and you're already shushing me!"
"Yup, that's your superpower!"
Tae chimes in from behind you, making you snicker at his sarcastic comment.
"Are you finally admitting that I'm super?"
Jungkook raises an eyebrow, turning to his friend, who shakes his head in exasperation.
"You're insufferable," you say, half-laughing.
Hani and Tae put on their helmets, ready to go, but just as you're about to put yours on, Jungkook stops you.
"Wait, did you stop by the store to get the padding changed?"
You nod, handing him the helmet.
"The guy said it should fit better now."
Jungkook takes it from your hands, inspecting it carefully before checking the intercom.
During the last few rides, the microphone inside the helmet had muffled your voice too much, while the loose padding made the fit less secure than it should've been.
"The microphone should work better too."
He hums in acknowledgment before turning the helmet in his hands and lowering it over your head.
You dip your chin slightly, pulling your braid over your shoulder and tucking a few loose strands behind your ears.
Jungkook studies you through the slit of the open visor for a moment before gripping the front of the helmet and giving it a light shake.
A surprised sound leaves you, your brows furrowing immediately, but he barely reacts, his attention still fixed on the fit.
"Yeah, that's much better." His lips curl into a grin. "Your cheeks are all squished now."
"Isn't it too tight like this?"
His gaze flicks back to you, amusement instantly returning to his expression.
"No, princess, it's supposed to be thigh enough to protect that pretty little head of yours."
Thankfully, the helmet hides the warmth spreading across your cheeks.
"Weird that you didn't make a joke when I said it was too tight."
You retort and Jungkook looks almost offended.
"Oh, and I'm the one with the dirty mind?"
You snort softly while he laughs under his breath, clearly satisfied once Hani's voice crackles through the intercom as he slips his own helmet on.
"We can hear everything! Change the channel if you're going to act like dirty lovebirds, just saying!"
Embarrassment eats you alive. This will only fuel Hani's endless teasing about your crush on Jungkook, and you silently curse yourself for it.
Jungkook only laughs before finally climbing onto Ducky.
Everyone's ready to go now. The boys start their bikes, and the roar of the engines cuts through the quiet of the early sunday afternoon, enough to send a wave of excitement through your limbs.
Even though you've ridden on Jungkook's Ducky before, this is the first time you're wearing gear that actually fits you. Your very own gear.
Once you're settled behind him, Jungkook speaks through the intercom, his voice crackling softly in your helmet.
"So, you know the drill," he starts. "You can rest your palms on the tank or hold onto my waist." Then he adds, "But try to relax your legs as much as possible."
You already knew today would feel different.
This wasn't just a quick ride through the city. It was longer, slower in some ways, meant to enjoy the view, the speed, and the warmth of the sunny afternoon rather than simply reaching a destination— which also meant you'd probably start feeling the discomfort of Ducky's saddle sooner or later.
As you ride toward the seafront, the sound of the wind slowly begins to blend with your thoughts. Tall buildings gradually give way to quieter suburban villas lined with gardens, sunlight filtering through the trees as you cruise peacefully down the road.
You feel like you're learning more and more about bikes, or at least about being the passenger on one. You're not just dead weight on the back seat; your body has to move with the rider as naturally as possible, especially through corners.
As you approach your first stop, you take a moment to take in the scenery.
For early January, it's a surprisingly mild day, especially this close to the sea. The breeze is stronger here, waves crashing steadily against the shore. The sun is almost blinding as it reflects against the endless deep blue of the water.
A particularly strong gust of wind shakes the bike slightly, making it sway for a moment. Your hands, which until then had been resting on the tank, instinctively move to Jungkook's hips, gripping them tightly.
You hear Jungkook laugh softly, amused by your reaction.
"Everything okay?" he finally asks, still feeling your arms wrapped around him.
"Yeah, don't laugh. I'm not used to it like you are!"
Even through the intercom, the irritation in your voice is obvious, despite your attempt to not sound so harsh.
Jungkook immediately picks up on your tone and tries to reassure you.
"I wasn't laughing at you!"
You can hardly believe it, knowing him, and almost as if he can sense your doubt, he continues.
"Up until a few days ago, you'd slam your helmet against my head at the slightest gear change or braking. We're making some progress here!"
Rolling your eyes at him is a habit now. But deep down, you know he's right; you don't know how you managed not to give him a concussion with all the accidental headbutts during your previous rides.
"Sorry," you sigh. "Maybe I've always just been too tense? I feel more confident now, knowing we're both protected."
It almost seems contradictory considering your reaction to a gust of wind, but Jungkook tilts his head slightly to glance at you through the side mirror.
He doesn't say anything, just looks at you for a few brief moments before continuing to ride as if nothing happened.
You're not sure how to interpret that silence or that gesture. Maybe the visor hides more than it should.
The ride continues smoothly, with Tae joining the conversation several times to talk about things you know nothing about, like which turns to take to reach the waterfront parking lot and what to do once you get there.
Grabbing a quick coffee had been the unanimous choice for the first stop.
Once they reach the parking lot they'd discussed earlier, the boys look for a place to park and, luckily, after a short search, find two spots close together.
Tae and Hani get off almost immediately once the bikes are turned off, taking off their helmets in no time.
As for you, Jungkook was right when he said you need to relax your legs.
When you try to push yourself up using his shoulders, you immediately feel the full effect of spending so much time in the saddle, wincing at the sudden discomfort.
Your butt muscles ache, and your legs feel numb from the prolonged tension. The rides you've done before helped you get somewhat used to the saddle, but spending this much time sitting like that for the first time was definitely a challenge— and this is only the first part of the ride.
You know your complaint hasn't gone unnoticed when you hear Hani laugh.
"Poor thing," her tone almost too teasing, "does your butt hurt?"
You get off the bike, grabbing Jungkook's hand as he helps you keep your balance, and before you can respond, he takes off his helmet and gives you a shameless grin.
"I'll gladly volunteer to give you a massage!"
Jungkook replies a little too enthusiastically, making an unmistakable gesture with his hands, enough to make Hani burst out laughing.
"God, I knew you'd say something like that. Hani practically handed that one to you on a silver platter!"
You say before ignoring their laughs while trying to stretch your legs as much as possible. Your muscles are a little stiff, but you already feel yourself relaxing as you walk around the parked bikes.
"They should add extra padding for your ass!"
The two of them look at you, amused.
"Come on, you'll get used to it soon."
Hani approaches you with an apologetic smile, and as if to make up for teasing you so much, she strokes your hair, slightly messy despite the long braid you'd done to keep it as neat as possible.
Meanwhile, Jungkook has gone to join Tae to pay for the parking ticket.
"You know I love you, right?"
Her words, calm and suddenly full of affection, immediately make you suspicious, your brows furrowing in confusion. “What’s gotten into you all of a sudden?”
“I realize I’ve been tormenting you with this Jungkook thing,” she confesses, sounding almost guilty, “but it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you look so… serene.”
She looks at you with a soft smile. “I missed this version of you,” she adds gently.
You stare at her for what feels like an endless moment, realizing the weight of your changes.
Ray feels like such a distant thought now that you can almost feel his disgusting presence fading away more and more. He no longer has a grip on your fragile heart the way he did months ago, and you've noticed it too.
Every time your eyes meet Jungkook's, you're reminded of how different your life feels now.
Joining the gym was the best choice you could have made.
You feel like you're finally on the right path, you're more confident, more sociable, but above all, you smile again.
Even now, as your mind wanders and Hani looks at you proudly, you smile.
You take her hand and squeeze it gently.
"I know, but give me a break every now and then."
You quickly glance toward the two boys, making sure they can't hear what you're about to say.
"I don't know what I really feel…" you almost whisper, even though Tae and Jungkook are standing pretty far away.
Actually, you think you do.
When you spend time with him, your heart beats so fast you almost fear he can feel it too, and that blooming sensation grows stronger and stronger.
After all, flowers can grow even through asphalt.
All it takes is a small crack, a fissure in the concrete, and it's over; sooner or later, something will bloom.
Hani smiles; she can probably see the conflict written all over your face, but you hope you won't have to put all the turmoil inside you into words.
You're hopelessly attracted to Jungkook, and by now it's obvious to anyone who catches you looking at him, but you're still so afraid of taking things further.
Maybe this is the only thing that still reminds you of how destructive Ray was for you— perhaps the last shard of glass that needs to be removed before the wound can finally heal.
So you can love again.
Love. Just thinking about the word already makes your legs shake.
You check your surroundings as the boys jog back toward you.
You're surprised to see the place so crowded— people strolling under the sun, children running around happily, most of the kiosks still open despite the season.
Everyone seems so carefree here, far away from the chaos of the city. They laugh, play, and enjoy the warmth of the beautiful afternoon.
For a moment, you're tempted to buy some cotton candy, but you decide to stick to the group's plan of grabbing a quick coffee before continuing up the hill before sunset.
Even though the stop had been short, it felt refreshing.
Still, once you're back on Ducky, Hani's words continue to echo in your mind during the ride uphill, a bitter taste lingering.
She missed the old you.
And until now, you had never truly realized how much this past version of yourself had affected your friends too.
It hadn't been easy for you, obviously, but you never stopped to think about how hard it must have been for them to watch you change so drastically after meeting Ray— to see you so broken by all his threats and assaults after the break up.
One memory resurfaces more vividly than the others.
Tae telling you, almost angrily, that Ray would lose the moment you finally started living again. The moment you embraced the version of yourself that existed before he ever entered your life.
Tae had been furious that day after pulling Ray away from you once again.
You remember feeling grateful for his help, but also deeply hurt by his words.
Because all you could hear at the time was that Ray had already won.
He had destroyed your life, hollowed out your personality, and left behind nothing but an empty, cracked shell filled with void.
Back then, you were still too consumed by pain to understand what Tae had truly meant.
It was also the first and only time you completely shut yourself off from your friends, too broken to listen, too exhausted to understand.
Misery had become familiar.
Safe, in a very twisted way.
The sun slowly slips behind the trees, inching closer and closer to disappearing behind the opposite side of the hill.
The air feels crisper here, and nearly every tree trunk decorating the landscape is covered in moss.
After a few turns, you realize you've been riding along the colder, damper side of the hill, because suddenly the scenery begins to change almost completely.
And it's beautiful to witness something so different waiting just on the other side— the warmer, sunnier one.
Watching the landscape slowly transform makes you think that maybe the gradual changes happening inside you carry their own kind of beauty too, and somehow that's enough to let old memories quietly slip from your mind.
Small houses dot the slopes of the hill, some surrounded by neat little lawns visible even from here.
A beautiful view framed by a sky that shifts color with every passing minute.
The boys are talking about something through the intercom, something you're barely paying attention to, too absorbed in the scenery and in the comforting feeling of absentmindedly holding onto Jungkook.
How long has his hand been resting over yours, wrapped around his waist?
It can't have been long considering how winding the road is, but the fact you hadn't even noticed makes the gesture feel almost… natural.
You soon catch sight of the viewpoint they've talked so much about.
Heat creeps up your neck at the realization, but despite the embarrassment, you don't move a muscle until Jungkook finally shifts to park the bike.
The seafront was beautiful, but up here, at the top of the hill, the view is breathtaking.
Pale sunlight reflects across the same sea whose waves you had admired barely thirty minutes ago. Yet from up here, it looks almost perfectly still, and the quiet surrounding you here is comforting.
There are no other visitors around, so the guys decide to park as close as possible to the benches beneath the trees overlooking the houses, the small forest, and the sea stretching far into the distance.
Once you get off and remove your helmets, you take the opportunity to pull out your phone and snap a few pictures.
The scenery looks straight out of a postcard, the cool tones of the winter landscape blending perfectly with the pale sky and scattered clouds above.
"Want to take a group photo while there's still a good light?"
Tae interrupts your photographer moment, and you immediately smile at the idea of having a memory to look back on with your friends.
You all settle onto one of the benches while Tae tries to find the perfect angle, balancing his phone on the saddle of his bike.
Hani throws out a few suggestions, and before long Tae sets the self-timer and jogs back toward you, slipping into place beside his girlfriend.
There's something almost tangible about the lightheartedness of this moment, captured in the smiles frozen in the picture.
Tae proudly shows you the result after getting it right on the first try, and Jungkook immediately asks him to send it over so he can print it later.
After that, you decide to take off your jacket, finding it too heavily padded even for the chilly weather.
You pull a sweatshirt from your backpack while Hani and Tae announce that they're going for a short walk around the area.
And just like that, you're left alone with Jungkook.
He's already sitting comfortably on the bench, silently scanning the horizon with his hands clasped together, elbows resting against his thighs.
You instinctively reach for your phone to capture the moment, but as you're ready to snap, Jungkook turns toward you, searching for you with his gaze, which immediately softens when he realizes you're trying to snap a picture of him without him noticing.
"You like what you see, huh?"
Always ready with a joke and that flirtatious smile, he poses for you, sporting a peace sign as you take the picture before you walk over to him.
"Oh, you bet," you reply as you inspect the picture, then you return his smile before adding teasingly a moment later, "The scenery's not bad either, I guess."
You put your phone away as you sit down triumphantly beside him; it feels like you've just won the argument with that comeback.
Jungkook chuckles, shifting his gaze away almost as if your veiled compliment made him shy.
You watch him, amused, catching that sweet little habit of his— pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek. It always gives him such a cute look, a sharp contrast to his usual mannerisms.
As he shifts position and leans back against the bench, he props one ankle over his knee while leaning slightly over, his arm resting on the bench behind you, as you sit comfortably, watching birds flutter across the horizon.
The fresh air and peaceful surroundings wrap around you as you chat about random things: your job, his gym and how the last race turned out.
Meanwhile, Tae and Hani have returned and settled onto the bench beside yours. You don't pay much attention to the two lovebirds, occasionally catching them kissing between conversations.
Suddenly, Jungkook breaks the brief silence between you, catching your attention.
"So, how do you like being my backpack?" he asks, genuinely curious, his gaze still fixed on something in the distance.
"Do you give nicknames to everything?"
You don't know much about biker slang, but you assume it might just be a cute nickname for a passenger.
"Not everything. Just sexy things."
He replies without hesitation, finally looking at you again with his usual smirk.
"Oh, so you think I'm sexy?"
You barely have time to enjoy the confirmation before he adds,
"Ducky is sexy too!"
There he is, the same Jungkook, always ready to joke, always ready to banter with you. Such a flirt.
You playfully punch his arm, and Jungkook reacts dramatically, pretending the hit was much stronger than it actually was.
"You're such a tease," you say with a smile.
Jungkook watches you smugly as he taps his fingers against the wooden bench.
"You always avoid my questions, though."
Oh, well, he is right.
It's almost completely true. You've learned that most of the time his flirting comes from exchanges like these, but this time you realize he seems genuinely interested in your answer, like he truly wants to know how you're experiencing this whole motorcycle thing with him.
You look at him and realize he's serious. He almost seems worried about what your answer might be.
So you decide to be completely honest.
"I love being your backpack, really."
When his expression visibly softens, you add,
"I thought the idea of getting on a bike would terrify me, but I actually really like it."
Jungkook smiles then, and it's beautiful— sweet and relieved.
"I'm glad."
His tone, calm and warm, is like a soft caress.
You'd give anything to always see that smile on his face, and that's exactly what makes you realize just how strong your crush on this man is.
Maybe Hani's right. Maybe you should stop worrying so much and just let go. Maybe you should allow yourself to enjoy these feelings freely.
But deep down, you know what you feel still isn't strong enough to overcome your fears. At least not yet. It's not time yet.
Tae appears behind you, resting his hands on Jungkook's shoulders.
"Guys, it's gonna be completely dark soon, and I thought I'd take Hani out to dinner somewhere not too far from here before driving her home. Wanna join us?"
"Unfortunately, I can't. I open the shop tomorrow morning, and I still have to finish fixing two sketches for an afternoon client."
You would've loved to eat with them, warming yourself up with a steaming bowl of Kimchi-jjigae, but duty calls, and maybe your chronic procrastination is partly to blame for not being able to stay for dinner.
"That means we'll have to part ways here," Tae concludes, smirking and feigning sadness over the separation before looking at Hani, who has already grabbed her helmet and is ready to go.
Jungkook chuckles softly.
"I won't miss you."
"Bruh, same!"
The two of them are seriously like Tom and Jerry sometimes.
"Well, we should get going then. See you at work tomorrow?"
Hani turns to you before putting on her helmet while Tae walks off to put on his and warm up the motorcycle engine.
"Yup, have fun and eat well!"
Your friend winks at you before saying goodbye and wishing you a safe ride home.
Before getting on the bike, Tae waves one last time, reminding Jungkook to ride carefully. Then the two of them take off, and the roar of the engines gradually fades into the distance.
It's just the two of you now. And Ducky, of course.
The temperature is starting to drop, and maybe it's time to put your jacket back on. You get up from the bench to grab your backpack from Ducky's seat so you can put your sweatshirt away.
You slip your jacket back on while Jungkook stays seated, quietly watching the golden light in silence.
You wonder if something hidden in the darker corners of his mind has caught his attention again, stealing away the smile he'd been wearing until just moments ago.
His gaze is fixed on the sky somewhere near the setting sun.
You sit back down beside him and softly ask,
"Are you okay?"
The uncertainty in your voice is unmistakable.
You almost feel guilty for disturbing him. His gaze falls on you, but it feels distant somehow, stripped of that warm familiarity you've grown used to seeing in his eyes.
He seems almost empty, and something inside your chest aches at the sight of it. Whatever torments him from time to time strongly enough to extinguish that light in him, you wish it didn't exist.
"Yeah… sorry."
He smiles at you, but it doesn't reach his eyes at all— flat, almost forced.
"I love this place. It's peaceful."
His gaze drifts back toward the landscape, almost as if he's trying to guide your attention away from something you still can't fully grasp.
You follow his gaze anyway, watching it wander over the details of the scenery stretched out before you.
"Do you want to stay a little longer?"
Jungkook nods without saying anything else, and you respect his silence.
He seems like he wants to savor a few more moments here, and the question has come naturally to you.
You just want to see that beautiful smile on his face again.
You can't know for sure, but you sense that he's struggling with something. Maybe this place means more to him than you thought, or maybe being here brought back painful memories. Who knows.
"I come here often, even without Tae," he begins, a faint melancholy lingering in his voice.
"It's almost always desert, especially during winter, and I like coming here to disconnect from the city for a while."
You nod softly; it really is a beautiful place, and it's easy to understand why it became his favorite spot to unwind and escape everyday life.
"I'm glad you came here with me today."
His tone suddenly softens.
He's grateful simply because you're here, and the feeling that realization gives you is overwhelming in the best possible way.
You want to tell him that his presence has become important to you too, that he played such a crucial role in the beginning of your healing, but the words remain trapped somewhere in your chest, impossible to let out.
Not yet, at least.
"We can come back whenever you want."
You can't bring yourself to say anything more, afraid your voice might tremble, even though you could probably blame it on the cold if it did.
A faint blush warms your cheeks, but thankfully the sunset hides it well, brushing your features with soft shades of orange.
With those words, it almost feels like the shadow hanging over him disappears for a moment, retreating somewhere deep within Jungkook's mind.
He gently takes your hand then, his thumb stroking over the back of it.
Suddenly, he bursts out laughing, the abrupt shift in mood catching you completely off guard.
"God, I always forget how tiny your hands are!"
You snort softly, and with that breath, the tension leaves your body, giving way to genuine laughter.
Apparently, this detail is never going unnoticed, and you've accepted that by now.
Still, the atmosphere feels lighter again, and you have to thank your tiny hands for that.
"Should we start heading back? We still have a long ride ahead of us."
You nod. It's almost dinner time, and you'd like to get home early enough to have a look on those sketches, to eat, shower, and collapse on your bed afterward.
You settle in and let Jungkook check your gear and helmet, making sure you haven't missed any zippers, snaps, or anything else.
Satisfied that everything is in place, he gives you a thumbs-up, then he starts the engine of his beloved Ducky before helping you climb onto the bike.
The ride home is mostly downhill, gravity naturally pressing you closer against Jungkook's back.
Despite the layers of padding and his back protector, the awareness of his body so close to yours is impossible to ignore.
So, as Jungkook rides at a moderate pace through the downhill curves, you let your hands rest lightly against his thighs.
Only last week, during a short ride, Jungkook had implied he could resist your teasing hands, though it had really just been an obvious excuse to get you to indulge him — something he admitted himself the following day.
Back then, you hadn't wanted to give him the satisfaction, so you hadn't even tried.
Now, though, you're genuinely curious to see how far you can push him and whether it would still affect him through all those layers of clothing.
Besides, this time he probably isn't expecting it.
So you gather some courage and begin tracing your hands along his thighs, slowly massaging the muscles before sliding down toward his knees and back up again.
"What are you trying to do?"
His voice is steady and low through the intercom.
You catch him tilting slightly to the side as if he's attempting to look back at you, even though it's obviously impossible with the helmet on. Still, you know him enough to understand; his body language says enough.
He's tensed up slightly, and you can practically picture the expression hidden beneath his helmet. That's a real shame you can't see it.
"What? I'm just massaging your thighs."
You feign innocence, even though your voice sounds far too seductive for anyone to believe your intentions are pure.
"You're playing a dangerous game…"
Short and concise, his voice has dropped lower too.
As you take one particularly sharp curve, you decide to use the intercom to play dirty.
The speed is safe enough for it, and the descent makes everything feel more natural.
So you arch your back slightly, letting his gentle braking push your body against his. Your breathing grows heavier as you continue leaning into him, slowly caressing his legs until one of your hands settles against the inside of his thigh while the other drifts upward toward his abdomen and chest.
"Y/N..."
Your name, you've started to love it ever since it began falling from his lips with such an addictive sound.
You hum in question, your hands never faltering.
"What am I risking?" you ask in a low voice. You can't wait to get home, let him climb on top of you, and let him fuck you until you pass out.
The thought alone turns you on enormously, so much so that you almost feel the need to undress and let the cold air calm the burning beneath your skin.
It probably wouldn't be enough, especially if you keep touching him like this.
Jungkook doesn't respond. You only hear his slightly labored breathing, and you sense the gradual change in speed that makes you smile with satisfaction. Apparently, he can't wait to get back either.
But when your hands find their place on the tank and you leave him to drive undisturbed, Jungkook slows down dramatically, almost slamming on the brakes.
You scan the surroundings but don't remember ever taking a dirt road like this to get to the top of the hill.
Realization hits quickly.
Jungkook stops Ducky in what seems like a pull-off well hidden by trees and turns the engine off.
"Are you going to kill me and dump my body here?"
You exaggerate a feigned concern that only earns a dark chuckle from Jungkook.
As he helps you down and puts up the center stand, he turns off the intercom and pulls off his helmet.
You watch him with hungry eyes as his dark locks momentarily fall over his face.
He runs a hand through his hair as if trying to fix it at least a little, then places his hands on the sides of your helmet and opens the visor.
"Take off your helmet."
His tone is firm but not stern; he's all bossy right now, and you love it.
You comply, unfastening and removing your helmet.
Meanwhile, Jungkook has carefully removed his jacket and gently places it on the ground next to Ducky before setting his helmet on top of it to keep it from getting dirty or scratched. Your helmet comes next, positioned beside his.
When Jungkook turns his attention back to you, there's a predatory look in his eyes, his decisive movements a clear sign that you're officially in trouble.
The confirmation comes the moment he presses his body against yours, trapping you between himself and Ducky's side.
"Told you you were risking."
He whispers the words against your ear as he pulls off his gloves, tossing them somewhere near the handlebars.
"Ooh, I'm sooo scared," you mock him, matching his tone with a cheeky little smile while pulling off your gloves as well.
Jungkook smirks, taking them from your hands without ever breaking eye contact.
He studies you carefully— or maybe he's simply trying to escape the spell your bold hands had cast on him earlier, your dark eyes pulling him in like they always do.
He places your gloves beside his before gently taking your chin between his fingers.
You let him guide you as he tilts your head slightly, exposing your neck and making it vulnerable to the trail of warm, wet kisses he presses against your skin.
The sky above is now a deepening blue, streaked with dark clouds as daylight slowly fades. Visibility isn’t great out here, but that only adds to the strange sense of isolation surrounding you both.
You shiver when the cool air hits the saliva Jungkook leaves on your neck while he gently traces the contours of your face with one hand, using the other to brush away a few loose strands of hair and tuck them behind your ear.
"Jungkook," you whisper almost imperceptibly, "someone might see us."
Even though the fear of being discovered is evident in your voice, the contradiction in your body language is just as clear. You close your eyes, savoring his lips on your skin as if he might stop at any moment.
Jungkook keeps kissing and touching your skin as though his breathing depends on it while slowly unbuttoning your jacket and tugging down the zipper.
"No one's gonna see us, princess."
His slightly labored breath brushes against your ear, and his next words send an unexpected shiver of pleasure through you.
"If anyone happens to pass by, they might just enjoy the show."
Your mind immediately begins to wander.
You imagine yourself here, in the middle of nowhere at dusk, with Jungkook fucking you against Ducky, and the mere thought of someone catching you in the act fills you with the reckless thrill of doing something forbidden for the first time.
Your core throbs with anticipation, and you have to bite down on your lip to stop a moan from slipping out.
"Fuck," is all you manage through a strained breath.
Jungkook seems satisfied. The idea of being seen hasn't scared you— if anything, it seems to have turned you on even more, and he's noticed.
He bites into your throat just enough to make you gasp, a smirk tugging at his lips as he hums low.
"Being watched while I fuck you on my bike turns you on?"
His hands slip beneath the fabric of your jacket and sweatshirt, pushing the motorcycle jacket off your shoulders and down your arms until it hangs loosely around your elbows without fully removing it.
You let him do it, the cold now the last thing on your mind, especially with his body pressed so close to yours— and even more so with the anticipation of what's about to happen.
"No," you reply hesitantly. "That would be embarrassing."
Even though the words leave your lips in the form of a sigh, you can hardly believe this is actually exciting to you.
It's strange.
The mere fantasy of it is thrilling, but if it really happened, you don't know how you'd react.
You'd probably be mortified.
And honestly, you'd rather never find out.
Sensing the uncertainty in your voice, Jungkook tries to reassure you.
"Don't worry. If anyone's going to watch us out here, it'll probably just be a couple of foxes or squirrels."
And somehow, it works.
You both burst into laughter at the same time.
Jungkook can't even finish the sentence with a straight face before breaking down, and you instinctively cover your face as you laugh too, imagining foxes and squirrels peeking out from somewhere between the trees, catching the two of you in the act.
"You're such an idiot, oh my God!"
Jungkook has this kind of superpower: he can make the atmosphere unbearably hot one second and unbelievably light the next, and somehow you're always perfectly in sync with him.
You place your hands on his shoulders while your laughter echoes through the silence of the hill, and for a brief moment, the two of you simply look at each other as if time itself has stopped.
Your laughter slowly fades, and God, he looks beautiful beneath the faint light brushing over his soft features.
You feel the growing urge to kiss his tempting lips, your eyes lingering on the piercing you've been dying to touch.
Almost instinctively, your hand slides from his shoulder to his jaw, your thumb settling against his soft lower lip before delicately brushing over the metal.
It feels cold beneath your touch, and you're not entirely sure how long you've been staring at his lips before finally looking back into his eyes.
It seems he's been watching your lips too, wondering what they taste like, just like you.
You wet your lips, suddenly aware of how dry they feel, and something shifts in Jungkook's gaze as it darkens.
You caress his cheek as your fingers move up to the hair behind his ear, and Jungkook finally gives in to the desire clouding his thoughts.
In the blink of an eye, he closes the distance and crashes his lips against yours.
His hands move to your face, cupping your cheeks as he deepens the kiss, and your body immediately melts into the same overwhelming feeling.
That blooming you had tried to smother for so long?
The moment his lips touch yours, all your effort becomes useless.
Something blooms open inside your chest, your heart beating impossibly fast as warmth spreads through your entire body, leaving no room for denial anymore.
Something is there, and you can't ignore it now.
Right now, there are no words capable of explaining the whirlwind of emotions you're experiencing. There's something hidden behind this kiss, something neither of you is ready to confront.
Friends don't kiss.
But friends with benefits can... right?
It doesn't matter right now; the only thing that matters is his lips on yours and this warm sensation they awaken inside you.
You feel a wild fire deep in your belly that spreads quickly.
Your fingers tighten in his hair as you brush your tongue against his lips with lust, silently asking for permission to let your tongues melt together in a slow, languid dance.
Jungkook lets out a deep breath, almost as if he's been holding it in this whole time — almost as if he'd been afraid you might reject his kiss. A breath that sounds almost relieving.
He pulls you closer as he finally lets his tongue meet yours, deepening the kiss. It tastes like heaven and hell melting together into something dangerously addictive.
Within seconds, everything becomes clouded with desire.
You vaguely remember shrugging off your jacket, which had still been hanging around your forearms, just so you could move more freely and wrap your arms around his body without ever breaking the kiss.
Your breaths mingle, soft moans slipping from both of you as the kiss grows hotter and hotter.
"Can I touch you?"
Jungkook and his habit of asking for consent will always be sexy to you.
He whispers the question against your lips, still kissing and caressing you feverishly.
You have no intention of pulling away from him right now, not even to tell him yes — that you need him to touch you, to do whatever he wants with you.
Instead, you show him.
You take one of his hands firmly while lifting your sweatshirt with the other, guiding his warm hand beneath it until it reaches your covered breast.
A low guttural sound rumbles from Jungkook's throat, clearly pleased by your boldness.
He gently squeezes your soft flesh, teasing the hardening nipple through your bra.
One particular pinch pulls a moan from your lips loud enough to force you away from the kiss, your brows furrowing in pleasure while the growing wetness between your thighs makes it painfully obvious how much you're enjoying this.
You breathe heavily as your trembling hands move toward the zipper of his motorcycle pants.
"Can I?"
Even though you've already crossed that line, asking still feels natural.
Jungkook smiles before answering,
"Yes, but it's my turn to make you feel good."
He lets you unzip his pants and pull them down just enough to reveal the outline of his erection beneath his underwear, but stops your hand just before you can touch him more.
"Turn around," he says gently, and although reluctant, you obey. You really wanted to feel how hard he is for you.
Once you turn around, Jungkook guides your hands to let them rest on the soft saddle of his bike.
His hands glide over your hips before reaching the waistband of your pants to unbutton and unzip them.
Trapped between the motorcycle and his body, you feel deliciously trapped.
You let his hand slip inside your pants, but Jungkook doesn't go straight where you want him the most. No, he loves taking his time with you. You've learned that after countless nights spent with him.
He lowers his hand slightly, keeping you close with one arm while the other finds the soaked fabric between your thighs.
"Always so wet for me."
Pride laces his deep voice as he rubs slow circles over your clit through your soaked panties.
"It's your fault," you murmur, resting your head back against his toned chest while your body melts.
Jungkook presses his hips against you, his hard cock grinding teasingly against your ass.
"You're just as guilty."
He rolls his hips against you a few more times, drawing a strained breath from your lips.
Then he pulls his hand from your pants— only to slide it back inside, this time beneath your panties.
His fingers immediately find your swollen, sensitive clit before dragging lower, teasing your folds and entrance.
You moan as his skilled middle finger glides through your wetness, lingering torturously between your clit and your entrance without actually pushing inside, teasing you slowly with your own arousal.
You're not exactly sure when you started moving your hips along with his rhythm, but by doing so, you're rubbing ass against his erection.
You can feel him throbbing behind you, and the sound of his breathing near your ear only fuels the ecstasy building inside you.
At one particularly pleasurable roll of his hips, Jungkook slips his hand from beneath your hoodie and brings it to your neck.
The gesture catches you off guard, and a jolt of electricity rushes through your body when his fingers tighten lightly around it.
"Maybe I really should make you beg for it after all that teasing."
You're breathless— not because his grip around your neck is too tight. It's nothing more than a gentle reminder of who's in control right now.
No, what truly steals the air from your lungs is the hand working between your thighs, growing bolder and more relentless as Jungkook speaks.
Two of his fingers slide inside you smoothly, drawing a broken gasp from your lips.
You're panting now, your thighs instinctively pressing together around his hand, but it does nothing to stop him.
Jungkook keeps moving his fingers mercilessly, the wet sounds between your legs mixing with your shaky breaths as you drift closer and closer to the edge.
You're incapable of speaking, too consumed by the overwhelming pleasure he's pulling from your body, too focused on matching his rhythm and savoring every second of it.
When his fingers tighten around your neck just a little more, it feels like you're about to fall apart completely, your orgasm so close you can already taste it.
Your walls clench around his fingers rhythmically— and then suddenly, Jungkook pulls his hand from your pants, the grip around your neck disappearing just as quickly.
You lean heavily against the motorcycle, panting as frustration replaces the delicious pleasure that had consumed you only seconds earlier.
You almost turn around to ask him what the hell is wrong with him when you were so close, but Jungkook answers before you can even speak.
"Like I said... I want you to beg for it."
His voice is low and rough, thick with arousal.
Before you can process the words completely, he brings his fingers— still soaked with your arousal— to his mouth, slowly licking them clean before sucking them between his lips.
You look up at him, your expression caught somewhere between bliss and irritation.
And Jungkook looks completely obsessed with it.
You can see it clearly in his eyes: the satisfaction of seeing you all hot and bothered because of him, and the taste of your arousal on his tongue it's just the cherry on top for him.
You turn around on shaky legs, too desperate to argue, too eager to finally feel him inside you.
You voice your thoughts as you grab his hips and press your body against his, your hands quickly finding their way beneath the fabric of his boxers to squeeze his toned ass.
His skin feels soft beneath your touch, and Jungkook lets you do whatever you want with a smug expression on his face, his cock twitching as he subtly rolls his hips against yours.
"Fuck me senseless..." you whisper while looking straight into his eyes.
You hadn't noticed it before, but your eyes are slightly glossy from the orgasm he'd denied you moments earlier, making them shine even more beautifully.
Jungkook notices too, and it drives him insane. Your words pour gasoline over the fire already burning inside him.
He bites down on his lip slowly, a guttural sound rumbling from his throat strongly enough to make you tremble.
Then he spins you around again, this time hard enough for you to catch yourself against the bike to keep your balance.
In one smooth movement, he pulls down your pants and panties together just enough to reveal the heat between your thighs.
The cool evening air brushes against your overheated skin, and suddenly Jungkook delivers a sharp slap that leaves your skin stinging pleasantly afterward.
You jolt at the mixture of pain and pleasure, only for his hands to immediately soften as he gently caresses the reddened skin.
You glance back over your shoulder just in time to watch him push down his pants and boxers, finally freeing his hard cock from the restrictive fabric.
Instinctively, you arch your back and rest your elbows on the saddle, as an invitation.
Jungkook watches you like this and can't help biting his lip again at the sight in front of him.
Seeing you this submissive and compliant drives him crazy.
He wanted to put his hands on you ever since you showed up in your motorcycle gear earlier today. He thinks about all the filthy thoughts he'd had, while pretending to pay attention to your friends.
He wraps a hand around his cock, stroking himself a few times as precum beads at the tip before slowly dragging himself through your wetness.
The sensation pulls a weak moan from your throat.
"I haven't fucked anyone else since the last time we did it," he confesses.
It isn't the first time you and Jungkook have gone without condoms. After the first few times together, you'd talked about it and mutually agreed that raw sex would remain exclusive to whatever this relationship between you actually is, while condoms would still be used with anyone else.
The truth is, you don't sleep with anyone else besides him, but admitting that out loud feels far too embarrassing.
"Me neither," you softly say.
After making sure his cock is covered with your arousal, Jungkook positions himself at your entrance, no extra lubrication needed as his cock slides into you slowly but smoothly.
He always makes sure to give you time to adjust, taking his time as he pushes deeper inside you.
Your face twists in pleasure as your walls welcome him eagerly.
Jungkook lets out a breathy sound, savoring the feeling of your warmth enveloping him completely, your walls tightening around his hardness.
"Always so wet and tight for me... so perfect," he groans, stilling for a moment once he's fully buried inside you.
"Always so hard for me. I love it," you murmur breathlessly, your voice barely above a whisper.
But it's enough, more than enough to make Jungkook lose control of the lust he'd been holding back.
His hips begin to move in a steady rhythm, the first thrusts measured and controlled as he makes sure you can handle more.
Once your breathing evens out and your body relaxes perfectly beneath him, arched just the way he likes, he starts thrusting harder, gripping your hips firmly to keep you in place.
You cling to the bike for support as moan after moan spills from your lips, your elbows pressing harder on the saddle.
Jungkook's thrusts are deep and precise, never once losing rhythm.
His breathing grows heavier as his eyes remain fixed on the way your bodies move together, on the way your ass bounces against him with every thrust.
He wants to bite into the soft skin of your ass so badly, but he can't in this position, so he has to hold back, mentally promising himself he'll do it next time.
Instead, he slaps it a couple of times with controlled force until a guttural moan tears from your throat.
He loves that sound.
He has to restrain the almost feral urge to hear it again and again because the last thing he wants is to actually hurt you.
He bites down hard on his own lip, enough to leave it swollen, while his hand smooths over the reddened skin soothingly.
Then he grabs you by the crooks of your elbows, pulling your body flush against his chest while continuing to thrust into you at a relentless pace.
Your sounds are downright obscene, and Jungkook lowers his mouth to your ear, nipping softly at your earlobe before breathing heavily against your skin.
He tilts your head just enough for it to rest against his chest, one hand returning to your neck, slightly higher than before.
His fingers keep your jaw steady as he presses sweet kisses against the side of your face, his pace slowing slightly but remaining deep and powerful nonetheless.
The pleasure feels divine, so overwhelming that tears begin gathering behind your closed eyelids.
With your head tilted back slightly against him, one tear slips free and trails down your cheekbone while breathless moans continue spilling from your lips as you grow wetter and wetter around him.
Another tear escapes, and this time Jungkook catches it with the tip of his tongue, tasting its saltiness.
The sensation pulls a breathy moan from him as your walls tighten around his cock.
"Come for me, baby."
He kisses your temple again and again, and you instinctively lift your arms to bury your hands in his hair, fingers settling at the nape of his neck.
You're already so close when Jungkook shifts slightly behind you without losing his rhythm, one of his hands slipping down between your legs to find your clit.
His fingers circle it expertly, and the added pleasure sends you past the point of no return.
Your orgasm crashes over you almost immediately, so intense your vision blurs and your trembling legs nearly give out beneath you.
"Fuck… What are you doing to me" Jungkook whispers shakily as he watches you fall apart in his arms, your body trembling while your walls pulse uncontrollably around him.
And that's what finally pushes him over the edge too.
The sight of you completely consumed by pleasure because of him, your fingers gripping tightly at the hair on his nape, your uneven breaths as you struggle to recover— it's enough to unravel him completely.
His hands tighten briefly around your hips before he comes inside you with a few deep thrusts, warmth spilling into you while your bodies remain pressed tightly together.
You love the feeling so much you don't want him to move.
Right now, all you want is to feel him even closer.
You release his neck and instead take hold of his hands still resting on your hips, guiding his arms around yourself while he remains buried inside you, slowly softening.
You keep your hands over his, in a makeshift embrace that feels like a blanket wrapped over you, maybe a little too intimate, but neither of you moves for a long moment.
Eventually, when the haze of pleasure begins to fade and your thoughts slowly settle again, Jungkook carefully pulls out.
He quickly cups a hand beneath you to keep his release from dripping onto your clothes, and the sudden emptiness leaves an almost uncomfortable ache behind as you feel warmth slowly dripping out of you.
He's careful not to touch you too much, knowing how sensitive you are after your orgasm, and the consideration makes a soft smile appear on your lips.
Once he's gathered most of it, you cautiously turn around and scan the area for your backpack.
"I'll get you a tissue, wait," you murmur softly before kneeling beside the bag lying on the ground.
It's a little difficult with your pants still halfway down, but you manage to unzip it and grab what you need to clean yourself up.
"Sorry. I should've warned you," Jungkook says apologetically.
"You don't have to apologize," you answer immediately before adding with a shy smile, "that was really hot."
Pride flashes across Jungkook's face at your response, and then you waste no time getting dressed to head back home.
The sun has completely given way to the moon, leaving the hill wrapped in partial darkness. Somehow, your eyes have mostly adjusted to it, enough for you to gather your things and get ready to leave.
You still can't believe the two of you actually had sex out here in the open, in this secluded pull-off on the hillside.
Once you're both fully dressed again, helmets included, Jungkook starts the engine, the bike roaring to life in the night.
The only light now comes from the front headlight cutting through the darkness ahead of you.
As always, Jungkook helps sync your intercoms to the same channel so you can talk during the ride.
By the time he climbs back onto the saddle and helps you up behind him, the engine is warm enough to go.
"Want to listen to some music on the way back?"
Jungkook asks through the intercom, and you smile softly, a little surprised—having never even considered that it was possible.
"Sure," you reply enthusiastically, watching as he pulls his phone from the pocket of his jacket to scroll through his playlists.
He tells you that if you need to talk to him, you'll have to signal him to turn the music off by slapping his thigh three times.
Then, slowly, the two of you begin the ride back home.
A song you know well—one you absolutely love—starts playing through the intercom, and from the very first notes, goosebumps spread across your skin.
It's Lost Boy by The Midnight, and as it plays, you find yourself reliving everything that happened today.
An unforgettable day, without a doubt.
And while your thoughts drift and a soft smile lingers on your lips, one phrase in particular keeps echoing through your mind.
What are you doing to me.
It hadn't sounded like a question.
It sounded more like a realization.
And for the entire ride home, the thought refuses to leave you alone.
He had sounded strained, almost in pain.
Could he also be feeling something more for you?
Even though you'd both agreed to keep things as friends who have fun sometimes, people can still change their minds, can't they?
Could he also be struggling with something that scares him just as much as it scares you?
As the ride continues, you hold onto Jungkook the same way you always do, but somehow he feels distant tonight.
Maybe he's simply focused on the road while driving Ducky down the hill, enjoying the ride back home.
Or maybe you're just overthinking everything, as you often do.
Neither of you speaks for the rest of the ride, letting the music fill the silence as his playlist shuffles from song to song.
You try not to dwell too much on that sentence before your thoughts spiral completely out of control.
Once you arrive home, Jungkook helps you off the bike, removes his helmet, and presses a small kiss to your cheek, as he always does, before wishing you a good night and leaving.
Maybe he doesn't regret kissing you.
Or maybe he does.
Maybe that's simply a line the two of you should have never crossed in the first place.
You wish him a safe ride home, and he smiles softly before putting his helmet back on and driving away.
Your chest feels heavy with all the questions swirling inside your mind. That little something that bloomed earlier feels more like a cactus now.
From now on, you decide you'll avoid letting things become too intimate again, keeping everything safely within the boundaries you'd originally agreed on.
It's safer that way, isn't it?
You're going to keep this little cactus inside your chest as a reminder.
You head inside the building, and as soon as you step into your apartment, you leave the confusion behind the door, determined to never let it enter these four walls again.
Once you've eaten and showered, you sink into your soft bed, telling yourself you'll finally focus on your client's sketchs first thing tomorrow morning, and you check your phone one last time before finally surrendering to sleep.
You find a message from Jungkook telling you he arrived home safely, and some of the tension inside you eases.
You really should stop overthinking and simply let things happen as they come. There's no point worrying this much.
With a sigh, you send a quick reply before finally letting sleep take over.
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Oh My God, They Were (Quarantined) Roommates by @ot7always 💜
Summary: What do you do when you’re quarantined for months on end with Jeon Jungkook - S tier cuddler, workout robot, and thirst trap extraordinaire? Fuck him, you guess.
Summary: when jungkook offers you a proposition of just sex, no strings attached, how can you possibly say no? after all, what are best friends for?
Warnings: kind of a crack fic, sprinkle of angst, way too casual conversations mid-sex, jealous jungkook, slight himbo jungkook tbh (he’s kind of a sweet loveable idiot), he also has a big dick oops, man bun and blonde jungkook to feed my fantasies!, multiple smut scenes!!!, missionary, dry humping, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, unprotected sex, slight degradation (mostly jungkook hating himself), brief name calling, light choking, sort of praise kink.
I Heard a Rumor. jjk by @taeshobipop 💜
Summary: One slip of a finger, and you realize you’ve liked an Insta photo of college hotshot Jeon Jungkook…from two years ago. You manage to unlike it within seconds, except it’s too late — Damn Kim Namjoon and his lightning-fast eyes. Do not tell a soul, you hiss. The man merely smirks. Next thing you know, a rumor is spread throughout campus. Y/n likes Jungkook…and now he knows.
Warnings: spitting (y/n has a spitting kink don’t ask idk what i was thinking pls it’s not that bad), protected sex, fingering, making out, a little grinding, frat party, alcohol consumption, Namjoon is very unhelpful.
It Takes Two by @junghelioseok 💜
Summary: You don't need retrospect to tell you that dating a coworker was a bad idea. Two months after your breakup, he seems to have moved on to someone new━and quite happily. If his social media is to be believe. Meanwhile, the one new thing in your life is your roommate, Jungkook, who seems nice enough. Just nice enough to coax into coming to your company's annual holiday party, and more than handsome enough to show off a little bit. Or, as it turns out, a lot.
Summary: The one where Jungkook makes a horrifically bad first impression.
Warnings: Jungkook is actually an absolute sweetheart. Smut; kissing, handjobs, fingering and unprotected penetrative sex.
Blizzard (M) by @curly-bangtan 💜
Summary: When a blizzard hits your town, you and your shy awkward roommate are forced to spend time together, not being able to leave the house due to the strong snowstorm. To make matters worse, the power gets cut in the middle of his shower. Which also means no heating.
Warnings: bit of a slow burner, vanilla!Jungkook, virgin!reader, dry humping, penetrative sex, fingering, oral (m receiving), losing virginity, shy soft boy Koo with a crush and a noona kink, your heart could possibly burst from how cute he is.
Liars and Fire (M) by @kpopfanfictrash 💜
Summary: It’s been nearly a year since your divorce was finalized. Why, then, do you still find yourself falling into bed with your ex?
Warnings (Other): mentions of miscarriage, mentions of therapy, slight jealousy from jungkook.
L is for Lunacy (M) by @kpopfanfictrash 💜
Summary: After two years of being sworn enemies (and 42,000 words of shenanigans), you and Jungkook had finally begun dating. As it turned out though, dating wasn’t any easier than coming up with the perfect witty retort to wipe the smirk from his face. When you came to the first Big Decision of the relationship, it was honestly anyone’s guess as to how things would go.
Warnings: handcuffs (male + female), oral (male + female), very explicit dirty talk, degradation, semi-public making out, spanking, condom-less sex, cum play, things get soft (except Jungkook’s dick). Seokjin randomly procures invitations to formal events; no one really knows how.
How to Get a Guy. jjk [1] - [2] by @taeshobipop 💜
Summary: Star basketball player Jeon Jungkook has a reputation as the ultimate fuckboi. He’s loved by everyone. Everyone. And you would have followed suit if he had not broken all your strict Roommate Rules™ within the first week of his stay. Jungkook, on the other hand, thinks you’re absolutely bizarre. But there’s a silver lining — Mr. Fuckboi here knows basketball captain Min Yoongi, your dreadfully clueless crush. He strikes up a deal with you: he’ll teach you the ways of flirting if you lessen your load of rules (so Jungkook can continue perusing his way through the ladies on campus). Yet the longer Jungkook spends with you, the more he realizes that maybe he doesn’t want to be the campus fuckboi anymore. The problem is, how does he prove that to you?
Warnings: protected sex, oral (f. receiving), handjob through clothes??, cumming in pants :D, slow burn, a lot of making out, titty sucking, cursing, alcohol consumption from parties, drug (weed) consumption (but not main pairing), marking with nails (not from y/n tho omg), jk sleeps around, and he’s a basketball player oof, honestly jk and y/n are just hella confused.
What's mine is mine by @avveh 💜
Summary: You caught his eye from day one. As far as Jungkook was concerned, you were always meant to be his.
Warnings: Jealous behavior, possessive streaks (a lot…), masturbation, sexting, phone sex, elements of D/S, rough sex, slight impregnating kink, breathplay, degrading names, and copious amounts of dirty talk in general, continued disregard for safe sex THAT SHOULD NOT BE COPIED.
one morning stand (m) by @rendaze 💜
Summary: in which you and jungkook have one night stands with roommates and happen to be sneaking out at the same time.
Warning: don’t be fooled by the first half being fluff lmao; rough sex, a lot of dirty talk (jk will not shut up), heavy degradation (use of ‘slut’, ‘whore’, etc.), consensual slut-shaming (reader is into it), exhibitionism, cumplay, cum swallowing, unprotected sex, breeding kink, reader gets tied up at one point.
Ember Burning (M) by @kpopfanfictrash 💜
Summary: The dragon riders of Duret Ghal are known across the continent; fierce warriors who take to the skies on their leashed, winged beasts. You are the last Dragon Queen of Ashya, ruler of a dying species who can transform from human to Dragon at will. When a new foe emerges which threatens both Dragon and rider alike, you find yourself forced to broker peace with your former enemy. The King of Duret Ghal, and a dragon rider himself: Jeon Jungkook.
NSFW Warnings: oral (male and female), nipple play, fingering, multiple orgasms, big cock, dirty talk, hair pulling (her to him).... tattooed, man-bun jungkook who has a big sword.
Trigger Warnings: somewhat graphic depiction of a shoulder injury.
stars behind waves | jjk (m) by @taegularities 💜
Summary: With a decade’s distance between Jungkook and you, your paths cross on the same island you deemed your second home years ago. And you realise once again – the ocean can never compare to the twinkle in his starry eyes.
Warnings: so so much yearning and pining, gentle fuckboy jk cos i’ve no control over myself, a bit of jealousy, the first kiss, arguments/fighting, unresolved issues, heartbreak, angry confessions; explicit sexual content: making out, asking for permission, dom & big dick jk, handjob in the shower, oral (m. & f. receiving), some clit slapping, some biting, squirting, jk loves her tits... and her ass even more, fingering, protected sex, soft and rough sex, body worship !!, jk is SUCHHH a goner, he comes on her ass, aftercare, praises; so many emotions; lmk if i forgot smth!
The Present by @btssmutgalore 💜
Summary: Your best friend’s boyfriend Jungkook has a special wish for his birthday—you. This maybe wouldn't be such a problem if you weren't into him since the day you'd met him.
Warnings: MFF threesome, oral (M and F receiving), same-sex kissing, unprotected sex (always wrap it, folks), a lot of dirty talk, weird relationship dynamics, extremely mature
ruin you | kth & jjk (m) | masterpost by @taegularities 💜
"it started with a gentle spark and harmless gazes; but by now, you’re caught in a wildfire that will expand until you’re burned inside and out."
Summary of the first part: His eyes hold unfathomable darkness that lures you in, captures your very soul, steals any air you are trying to draw. And you know without a doubt that you're on the path to utter and irrevocable ruination.
Warnings of the first part: explicit sexual content, dom!taehyung, switch!reader (but mostly sub), switch!jungkook, blindfolding, some bondage (reader gets tied up), wax play, lots of dirty talk, oral (f. & m. receiving), fingering, kinda praise kink, rough sex, messy sex, unprotected sex (you know it folks, be careful), like one spank?, light choking, breast play, cuckolding/voyeurism kinda (yes - jungkook is into watching), swearing, y/n probably can’t walk the next day and she loves it, threesome (obviously)
idealizations concerning real life relations | jjk (m) by @venusiangguk 💜
Summary: jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return.
Warnings: jk is so sweet, but also so evil lmao, oc lives in her little noggin, angsty fwb, drug and alcohol use, tattoos, multiple smut scenes that include: oral (m/f), fingering (f), light face slapping (with hand and cock??), praise, degradation, marking, dirty talk, so many creampies yum, multiple orgasms, kissing :(, cumming in pants :), probably more but i cant think of it, ok other stuff now, manipulation, infidelity, oc thinks jk is made of stars :(, jk thinks she is so pretty :(, misunderstandings, some fluff if you squint, brunette jk, blonde jk, n blue jk, 1 mentions of: howls moving castle, too many mentions of: stars, the color pink
A Holiday Snowdown (M) by @kpopfanfictrash 💜
Summary: The Inn on the Hill is in trouble. Or that's what your boss, Namjoon, says during the last-minute All Staff holiday meeting he calls. You need money, and you need money fast, or his parents are planning to sell the resort. When no one can think of an easy solution, Namjoon proposes his parents' idea: a weeklong social media blitz with a celebrity guest. The celebrity? None other than Jungkook Jeon himself: two-time Olympic gold medalist, world-class snowboarder and the nation's sweetheart. What's the problem? You happen to have met Jungkook Jeon before, and sincerely hoped you'd never see him again.
Rating/Warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Fingering, oral (female receiving), hand job, mutual masturbation, breast play, some face riding, dirty talk, orgasm denial, clit smacking (is there a non plural form of this?), cum shot on chest. Mentions of past death (does not occur during story). Ankle injury (non-graphic). Yoongi is an enthusiastic MC. Bam is adorable. Jungkook has both lip and eyebrow piercing
Sugarplum Elegy (M) by @bymoonchild 💜
Summary: You know no bounds nor depth with Jungkook. While your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on Soundcloud. All’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while.
Warnings: Explicit language, hopeless and helpless pining, constipated feelings, lots of smut, rimming, cum-eating, spitting, blowjob, fingering, classroom sex, Jungkook is emotionally constipated but wbk
Bunny [1] - [2] - [3] by @btssmutgalore 💜
Summary: An anonymous streamer puts on a show every couple of days. When you become one of his biggest fans, your social life takes a hit—you'd rather stay glued to your laptop and stare at him than go out and meet men in real life. But, what if?
Warnings: Oral (m and f receiving), intercourse, dirty talk, unprotected sex
blackout | jjk [1] - [2] - [3] by @jjungxkook 💜
Summary: Utility bills shooting up like this should be an international crime. Luckily, Jungkook has the perfect idea(s) to save up money and make your night sinfully unforgettable.
Warnings: swearing, he’s just a bit of a fuckboy, bickering, swooning over/thirsting for jk (🤷♀️), a manually induced fake blackout? dunno those 2 are odd k, they play uno, a lot of spending time in the darkness, kook has no chill, teasing, consent, dirty talk, fingering, cmnf for a while, sexual tension, oral (both receiving), shower sex, choking, hair pulling, reader cries a bit, jk likes to praise, dry humping?, pussy and tits slapping rip (and some ass ig), making out🙄, manhandling, jk loves her tits and ass and plays with them (a lot), he’s sweet but cocky too, protected sex, dom + big dick kook
Love to Hate (Masterlist) by @kpopfanfictrash 💜
Summary: Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you've done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function—or a blind date with playboy bilionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can't deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed... and quickly realize you're in far, far deeper than you ever intended.
Warnings of the first part: semi-public nudity, slight voyeurism, dirty talk (mention of a threesome, mention of restraints), nipple play, fingering, spanking, oral (male), face-fucking, multiple orgasms, slight possessiveness, jungkook calls y/n sweetheart and princess; seokjin is not in the fic (yet), I'm sorry about that.
Dilf Jk: Series Masterlist [The Art Of] by @venusiangguk 💜
Summary: you find a baby in your store and in turn, a dilf finds you.
Warnings of the first part: cute baby!!!, jk being a good dad, he likes to garden :(, dom jk, sub oc, age gap, handjob, coming in pants, AYOOO OC GOT A FAT COOCHIE, lowkey body worship, fat coochie supremacy, oral (m/f), safe sex, sexual tension, praise, multiple orgasms, eye contact, jk likes to watch 🥴, asking for permission, jk’s lowkey controlling i guess but it’s soft and like not toxic lol, PLAYFUL use of the word ‘daddy’, no actual daddy kink 🙄, dirty talk
Mind in the Gutter (M) by @kpopfanfictrash 💜
Summary: Starting over is never fun. Especially not when you decide to take the phrase fully to heart; new job, new city, new coworkers and new relationships. When you are dragged to a happy hour by your new co-worker, Taehyung, you end up sitting beside a (very) cute, (very) shy IT worker named Jungkook. Several drinks later, he mentions he is in a professional bowling league with his friends and you rather enthusiastically invite yourself along. As time passes and you begin to grow closer, you still find it impossible to read Jungkook. Working in the same company and seeing each other so often, it is only so long before one of you snaps. But who? (HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY JUNGKOOK!)
A Thousand Reasons Why | jjk (M) by @taegularities 💜
Summary: “And if all of this experience was indeed a dream, you chose to stay just a little longer.”
After leaving to work towards his dream rather than the bonds that shackle him to home, you didn’t expect to see Jungkook again years later at your best friend’s wedding. And even less, for love to rekindle at second glance.
Warnings: a whole laundry list tf: (past) minor character death, somewhat toxic parents, (mentions of) gambling, blond & then 5th muster pied piper (fuckboy) jk lol, this jimin, jealousy, alcohol consumption, unrequited love (not between jk & oc), friends fighting; explicit multiple (2) sex scenes that include: dom & big dick!jk, light hair pulling, marking, tiddie sucking/breast play, clit pinching, pussy slapping, soft & rough sex, praising, biting, some spit ig, oral (f. & m.), fingering, handjob, consent <3, cockwarming, squirting, oversensitivity, multiple orgasms, mouth fucking,… uhh, consensual drunk sex, protected & unprotected sex…. yeah
The Boy with Galaxies in his Eyes | jjk by @oddinary4bts 💜
Summary: you had never thought the night sky could be found in someone’s eyes. That is, until you met Jeon Jungkook and his gravity pulled you in. Will he crush you with the galaxies in his eyes, or will you learn to explore his worlds and make them yours?
Warnings: oc’s ex-boyfriend died and it takes an important place in the story, swearing, fuckboy Jungkook, fuckgirl oc, a whole bunch of red flags, miscommunication (they learn how to communicate don’t worry), exes that can’t stay out of your life, alcohol, they be a little toxic but they get better, explicit content: fingering, pussy slapping, squirting, oral sex (male and female receiving), mouth fucking, dirty talking, jungkook has a slight begging kink and an exhibitionism kink (not that present in the fic), dom!jk, switch!reader, car sex, sex in a tent, hair pulling (I think), tits/nipple play, unprotected sex, a little bit of ass slapping, mentions of choking
The Forgotten Spaces (Masterlist) by @oddinary4bts 💜
Summary: you've been dancing on the same dance crew since your teenage years, and you finally have an important role in it. It feels like life is taunting you when your rival comes back after disappearing for a year, ready to tease you every chance he gets. Will the teasing turn into more, or are you going to take him down with you?
Rating/Genre: 18+ (minors DNI, some chapters have mature content) slow (SLOW) burn enemies to lovers, college!au, slice of life!au, angst (oop), smut and fluff
When The End Comes (Masterlist) by @oddinary4bts 💜
Summary: Seven years after you've started dating Jungkook, long distance creates a wedge in your relationship. When the only solution seems to be breaking up, you go your separate ways even though love still lives in the two of you. Will you find a way back together, or has the end come for you and Jeon Jungkook?
Rating/Genre: 18+ (minors DNI, every chapter contains mature content) breakup!au, slice of life!au, angst with a big A, smut, fluff
Coffee Stain by @oddinary4bts 💜
Summary: you grief, and it's the expression of your everlasting love for Jungkook.
Warnings: this is a grief!au so it's rough. jungkook died and reader tries to grieve him. lucid dream where she sees him and talks to him again, curses, a lot of crying
Chasing Cars (Masterlist) by @oddinary4bts
Summary: when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?
Rating/Genre: 18+ (minors DNI, some chapters have mature content) forbidden love?au, college!au, slice of life!au, smut, angst (as usual a lot of it), fluff
"two bodies in different elliptical orbits, drawn by the same force untile they finally collide."
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Genre: S2L - Slow Burn - Mutual Pining - Right person, Wong time - Soft Angst - Happy Ending - (what else?)
Summary:It took one glance to fall into Jungkook's orbit, it took two people to keep you apart, it took three different nights to fall back into each other, and four seasons later, it felt inevitable from the very beginning.
Warnings: None
Wc: 4k (more or less)
A/N: Hi everyone! I'm back! 🥹 Gonna post this little piece before continuing ch4 of Red Light, finally, super slowly, as a lot of things happened and I birthed a whole human in the meantime 🫣 anyway, I hope you enjoy the reading, I wanted to experiment a little and I'm sorry if there are some typos!
-Joy 💜
The universe— what an immense and mysterious expanse.
Its stars are born and die endlessly; black holes lurking in its depths pull in anything that dares come too close, while planets and satellites drift through the void in a constant, rhythmic waltz.
All of it adorns the night sky you watch from afar, reduced to small, scattered points of light.
Who knows how many celestial bodies exist up there—how many, like you, pause and wonder about the nature of the pull they feel toward something unseen? Like the moon orbiting the Earth, like the Earth orbiting the sun.
How many collide for reasons unknown?
Drawn together in some inexplicable way… and how many others avoid the impact? Both pulled toward the same fixed point, perhaps without even realizing it—meeting, brushing past each other, only to drift apart again into the vast darkness.
It’s one of the many mysteries you know you’ll never unravel. You love the sky and all it holds, even if most of it remains beyond your understanding. So you simply watch—lying on your blanket on this cool early summer evening—while distant memories flicker through your mind like scenes from a movie.
"This is Jungkook, my boyfriend," Jia shouted proudly to the group, making sure to be heard over the deafening music. She had a hand on the guy's toned chest as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, leaving it there the entire time as her eyes gazed at him in rapture.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Yunjin and she's Y/N."
And to think you hadn’t even wanted to go out that night.
If it hadn’t been for your best friend Yunjin, you would’ve never gone to that mid-autumn party—would’ve never met Jungkook. You probably would’ve spent friday night locked up at home, watching your current favorite TV series and eating way too much pizza under the covers.
It would’ve been a shame to miss such a sight.
Maybe it was just a coincidence. Or maybe it was something else—some strange alignment, fate perhaps. Because from that moment on, getting that dark-haired man with that magnetic gaze out of your head was no longer an option.
During the introductions, you felt a twinge of guilt toward Jia. Even if she was just an old acquaintance of Yunjin’s from university, it still didn’t feel right to check out someone else’s boyfriend. But it wasn’t just that—he seemed to return your gaze, slow and lingering, stirring something unfamiliar inside you. Something pleasant… yet illicit.
Every time your eyes landed on him, your mind seemed to take snapshots of the little details of him: the completely tattooed right arm, the piercings adorning his pillowy lower lip, the way he wrinkles his nose whenever he laughed.
Your favorite one, however, was the moment your gaze intertwined with his as you danced distractedly on opposite sides of the room— that sweet smile he offered you in return, an image that has haunted your nights on repeat, in the best possible way.
You don't remember much of that evening, except for those fleeting exchanges of glances, again and again: while chatting with your group of friends, sipping drinks absentmindedly, or even as he danced to the rhythm of the music with Jia, who openly pressed her hips against him.
Your eyes kept finding each other in the middle, and it felt strange— the strong magnetism you felt for him. It wasn't right toward Jia, you knew that all too well. And yet, he seemed to enjoy those brief moments just as much, always searching for your eyes whenever he could.
Looking back on it now, the memory draws a soft laugh from you, your head shaking lightly at the realization: it had been the first close encounter between two celestial bodies with no apparent destination—yet somehow destined to cross paths again.
Why, you wonder, did you suddenly compare meeting a stranger— one who was already in a relationship— to something related to the universe you're observing now?
That evening, many things happened, though you weren't yet aware of it.
After that party, nothing particularly exciting happened.
Winter arrived and with it the grayness.
Your days unfolded almost always in the same way: work, home, weekends spent out somewhere, and repeat, almost every week.
Your life wasn't boring though— that was impossible with Yunjin and her sparkling personality by your side. She is always up to date on the unmissable parties and the most popular clubs in town. You've always been the perfect match for each other.
She was unbridled fun, that touch of vibrant, necessary red to color the gray of the winter weeks, and you, on your side, you were relaxation and comfort— that soft, comforting blue, equally needed to keep things from going too far.
The perfect balance.
And it is precisely thanks to one of Yunjin's many red evenings that you ended up in the bed of a man who would drift into your orbit for a while: Junmyeon.
You'd call it a situationship, even if you didn't like to use this word: there was plenty of sex, no romance, and a twisted form of friendship. You spent a good amount of time together, mostly just to satisfy a mutual need by the end of the night.
When you and Junmyeon went out, your friends were always there too, and the only private moment you ever shared was deciding whose place you’d end up at to spend the night.
It worked just fine for you, to be honest; after all, you had few shared interests besides sex. There didn’t seem to be any need to label whatever this was. Besides, you’d caught yourself thinking of Jungkook during steamy moments with Junmyeon— it was pretty obvious you weren’t that interested in him anyway.
Then there was yet another coincidence, one you remember extremely well.
You had gone out with Junmyeon, Yunjin, and her latest fling, Tae. The guy was attractive and it was actually possible to have a decent conversation with him, unlike the dudes Yunjin usually got entangled with. He was the life of the party too, basically Yunjin's male copy: always smiley and cheerful, just like her.
The club he had taken you to had just opened in the city and was packed with curious people; the line stretched along the sidewalks outside, everyone ready to have fun and take advantage of the free food and drinks.
It was a cold night, but the sky above the bustling city was unusually clear; you could even make out a few stars despite the light pollution. A quiet sense of calm settled over you, as if some part of you already knew your orbits were about to align once again.
Once you stepped inside, the sharp scent of alcohol and the pulse of the music wrapped around you completely. The atmosphere was chaotic, especially at the center of the club, where the crowd moved as one to the rhythm. The guys headed to the bar to grab drinks, while you and Yunjin slipped away in search of a less crowded spot to dance without losing sight of each other.
The evening went on with one drink after another; you had a drinking contest with Yunjin, danced with Junmyeon, and got into an all-too-detailed discussion with Tae about American Psycho, exchanging opinions on the movie. The alcohol seemed to work its magic that night; you felt closer to everyone, as if the pull between you had grown stronger within those walls.
After a while, your ears adjusted to the music, and you felt pleasantly lightheaded. Yunjin and Tae were busy making out in the middle of the dance floor, as if no one else existed. You found yourself wondering if he might be the right match for your best friend. They seemed to fit well together, as though they had found each other after a series of disastrous collisions.
It was too soon to tell at that moment, but you had the impression that their orbits aligned perfectly, and the sight of Yunjin smiling made you smile in return.
You had just finished dancing with Junmyeon when he got a few messages from friends saying they were about to arrive and asking him to help them skip the line. So you split up; not wanting to wait outside in the cold, you told him you’d head to the bar for a drink.
Your steps felt heavier as you made your way toward it— maybe having another drink wasn’t the best idea, but you still pushed through the crowd. After ordering something light, your gaze drifted over the people at the bar, until it met a familiar one— that deep gaze that had haunted your sleep for nights.
It was him.
Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes met.
After months in which the memory of that single encounter had begun to fade, Jungkook was suddenly there, just a few steps away, reigniting everything you had felt the first night.
Time seemed to slow down; you could have sworn the moment stretched endlessly, like the strange tingling spreading across your skin.
You were so hopelessly attracted to him— someone who was practically a stranger, aside from those fleeting conversations at the party months ago and the constant exchange of glances, those eyes of his already starting to feel strangely familiar.
"Y/N!"
The movement of his lips as your name left them, in a soft breath of surprise, was enough to bring time back to its normal flow.
You would have liked to hear the syllables of your name linger on his lips, to savor the sound, but the music of the club didn’t allow it.
He remembered you— that stranger with whom he had only ever exchanged glances, the woman who had drawn his attention so effortlessly. Little did he know it was entirely mutual.
You realized, at that moment, that the way you looked at him gave shape to your thoughts, and it made you feel slightly embarrassed and exposed. Still, you decided not to dwell on it— but maybe it was really time to stop drinking.
Something flickered in his deep eyes as his gaze dropped to your lips whispering his name. A bewitching smile appeared on his face, softening the darkness of his eyes.
A part of you couldn’t explain this series of coincidences, the intense pull toward him, as if he were a powerful magnet and every cell in your body were made of iron pins. The other part, however, wanted fewer questions— only to hold onto each moment, to store it safely beneath your skin, the same skin that so desperately craved his touch.
Everything seemed to have finally aligned — a long-awaited perihelion — and it felt strange to you; you barely knew him. You had felt attraction toward complete strangers before, but never like this; never to the point where a single glance could make your legs go weak.
This felt like something that went far beyond the physical, and once again, it was a strange feeling for you.
When he made his way through the crowd at the bar to reach you, a comfortable bubble seemed to form around you both. It felt like talking to someone you had known for a long time, like a loved one after years apart, at ease, light, yet still so close to the unknown.
Talking to him wasn’t awkward or forced at all. He told you he was there with a couple of friends— hence the three beers in his hands— that he was trying to move into a bigger apartment, and… that he and Jia hadn’t been together for a while now.
He didn’t seem heartbroken at all about it; instead, he studied your reaction carefully as he took a sip of his beer.
He was so close that you could feel the warmth radiating from his body.
At the mention of Jia, your thoughts immediately drifted to Junmyeon— to the fact that you were here with him— and suddenly, the bubble bursted. What a strange twist of fate, you thought.
Your gaze darkened slightly, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook’s attentive eyes, as if he could read you effortlessly, like an open book.
The shift in the atmosphere was obvious.
Just as you were about to tell him you were seeing someone, Junmyeon appeared next to you.
“Jaykay!”
Junmyeon hummed, slipping an arm around your shoulders. He was clearly drunk by now, his unsteady movements giving it away as he shook Jungkook’s hand. You were surprised to find out the two already knew each other.
“Oh, Junmyeon,” Jungkook replied in a noticeably less enthusiastic tone, his gaze dropping to the hand resting on your shoulder. In that moment, he understood he would have to step back once again — your orbits so close, and yet always out of reach.
They had worked together for a while, but hadn’t kept in touch after that, losing contact once Jungkook was hired to another company.
While Junmyeon went on about old anecdotes, Jungkook barely seemed to listen, his gaze slipping back to your face again and again. He was trying to understand what had made everything feel so effortless just moments before— when it had only been the two of you, suspended in your own quiet bubble.
“By the way, how do you two know each other?” Junmyeon finally asked, waving his drink between you and Jungkook, breaking the thread of your thoughts.
“We met at a party last summer.”
You decided not to go into too much detail, which earned you a small nod of approval from Jungkook, as if he appreciated your synthesis.
“Summer fling? Can’t blame you, bro!”
Junmyeon’s clouded mind was already jumping to conclusions. He let out a mischievous chuckle, his hands growing a little too bold for your liking. You didn’t mind that kind of attention—but not there, not in front of other people, not in front of Jungkook. It felt wrong, in a way you couldn’t quite explain.
Still, you could tell he was trying to mark his territory in his own way. The hand that had slipped down to your hip, slowly brushing against it, made you visibly stiffen.
Jungkook felt disgust rise in his throat. Seeing the way your body tensed was enough to make something in him snap.
“We’re not bros, dude,” Jungkook scoffed, fixing him with a stern look. “You should take it easy on the alcohol, Junmyeon.”
He took a short sip of his beer, his gaze drifting back to you.
Junmyeon caught the shift in Jungkook’s demeanor and took it as confirmation— there had to be something between you.
“Yeah… I can see that. You’re hitting on my girlfriend,” he said, his tone turning serious. “Just wanted to make a few things clear.”
Jungkook clicked his tongue, letting out a dry laugh at the irony of the situation. The irritation was written all over his face, while you stood there, caught off guard by Junmyeon’s words and the sudden tension between them.
“The fact that you feel the need to ‘make things clear’ says enough,” Jungkook shot back, not giving you time to intervene. He downed the rest of his beer in one go, then added, “Don’t worry about me, worry about yourself.”
Junmyeon didn’t say a word. He just stared at Jungkook, something bitter and defeated in his gaze, his jaw clenched tight.
Whatever had just happened between them clearly went deeper than it seemed. The easy, almost friendly tone from earlier had vanished, replaced by something heavy—thick with unspoken questions. And yet, you hadn’t been given the chance to ask either of them anything.
Jungkook offered you a faint smile, as if he already knew he would have to wait again—for your orbits to drift back toward each other on their own, at the right time.
He could only hope that moment would come soon. And, quietly, so did you.
You weren’t happy with Junmyeon’s behavior that night. He could have handled things better, but the alcohol clearly hadn’t helped. His words alone were enough to start an argument—since when, exactly, had you become his girlfriend without even knowing it?
And more than that, he had no right to jump to conclusions. He didn’t know how complicated things really were—and you weren’t obligated to explain.
As a matter of fact, there had never been anything between you and Jungkook.
Everything had unfolded in a separate universe, born that summer night—when your eyes first fell into each other’s orbit, like two bodies drawn from the same force.
If this was just another perihelion for the both of you—the moment when distance shrinks to its smallest, when you come so close you could almost touch—then now was the time to drift apart again.
The aphelion.
The universe is full of mysteries. Stars are constantly being born and dying—and life is no different.
People drift into each other’s orbit, close enough to almost touch, only to slip away just as easily.
Like Junmyeon, for you. Like Jia, for Jungkook.
They entered your lives at different times, yet shared one thing in common: they both witnessed the near collision of two celestial bodies—unknowingly keeping it from ever truly happening.
That night, the way of Junmyeon's acting, inevitably led to the breakdown of the relationship with him, whatever relationship you have had.
You weren’t exactly friends, and you weren’t dating either—but you still spent too much time together to call it just a one-night stand. It was all confusing, but manageable, as long as there was no need to define it.
When you confronted him about the “my girlfriend” comment, Junmyeon quickly backtracked, taking it all back. He blamed the alcohol, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced himself. The constant sighing, the way he couldn’t hold your gaze for more than a few seconds—it said enough. You didn’t even remember the rest of what he mumbled.
You only remembered leaving alone, your thoughts completely unsettled, along with whatever plans you had for the night.
And yet, meeting Jungkook always seemed to throw everything inside you off balance. The first time, it was like that. The second time too—as if the universe had decided to intervene: here, let me put him in front of you again, just to watch him slip through your fingers once more.
What a load of crap.
Winter faded slowly, taking with it that brief moment of peace you had shared with Jungkook—though it never really left your mind, where it kept lingering.
You would have liked to reach out to him somehow after that night, but your only mutual connections were Junmyeon and Jia—and for obvious reasons, neither option felt like a good idea.
As spring approached, the world seemed to soften again. Flowers bloomed, the air grew lighter, and even the temperatures began to shift.
Work, too, started to move forward. Several promising projects came your way, one of them even leading to proper recognition and the possibility of a raise.
A perfect excuse to celebrate, though with Yunjin around, you rarely needed one.
It was nice, however, to be able to celebrate small achievements with your friends. Reaching certain goals always felt easier with the people who always supported you, and a good dose of alcohol didn’t hurt either.
Over the months, many things had changed. Yunjin had decided to give in and make things official with Tae, and their relationship seemed to be in full swing.
They were indeed the perfect match for each other, exchanging knowing glances and soft smiles throughout that night’s themed party.
The venue was stunning, on the top floor of a city building, filled with flowers and spring decorations. The terrace overlooked the skyline, bathed in a breathtaking sunset.
Bright petals stood out against the velvety hues of peach and pink, slowly melting into soft orange and delicate violet as the minutes passed.
Everything around you felt almost unreal. As if matching the atmosphere, you chose something sweeter than what you usually order at the bar.
You found a quiet spot overlooking the busy street below, sipping your strawberry vodka alone, lounge music fading into the background. Everything was calm—almost peaceful.
Until you turned around and saw the only person you would have preferred not to see.
Junmyeon.
But what made your eyes widen was what was happening on the other side of the terrace. He was making out—completely unbothered, as if there weren’t at least twenty other people around—with the one person who, according to him, had always been “just a friend,” the one who was “like a sister.” Jia.
Brotherly love, huh?
The sight almost made your drink come back up, not because of what you had once shared with him, but because of his lack of honesty. And, deep down, because he had once again interrupted something that never even had the chance to fully unfold.
After the last party, the one where Junmyeon and Jungkook had almost come to blows because of how hostile they were to each other, he had later confessed that he had been talking nonsense that night, blaming the alcohol. And that, in truth, he didn’t feel ready to commit because he was in love with someone else.
And it became clear who he meant only months later, at that spring party. You just wish he had been honest from the start, instead of putting on that possessive act in front of Jungkook, especially since he was never really interested in you that way.
You had let out a long sigh. What's done is done.
In your glass, two pieces of half-melted ice floated in their own water and you were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even notice how long your brows had been furrowed.
Someone leaned against the railing beside you.
You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Your body already did, relaxing almost immediately at his presence, like that long-awaited perihelion finally reached.
If there was one thing you don’t remember from that evening, it’s the way time stopped existing at all.
You genuinely had no idea how long passed between that first knowing smile by the railing and the moment you found yourselves laughing like idiots, leaning against the hood of his car in some random parking lot.
All you remember is looking at the sky while everything slowly started to make sense.
It all fell into place when he told you that Jia and Junmyeon had been having a secret affair—most likely for a long time—and that everything, from the very beginning, had stemmed from an unhealthy attempt to make Junmyeon jealous, for reasons just as messy and unspoken.
What a joke. But this was probably what was needed to disrupt the balance of those two elliptical orbits.
That explained the attraction from the very beginning, it had always been inevitable.
Your orbits had crossed because of a single disruption, and from that moment on, your worlds kept circling the same point, drifting closer and farther apart, until the truth finally led you here.
In front of the pale rising sun, under a pastel sky, you and Jungkook closed the distance between you, sealing a fate that had simply been waiting for the right conditions.
The universe shifted.
Two celestial bodies that once followed separate paths no longer moved that same way. From that kiss, something new began to exist.
The universe remained an endless mystery, but somewhere deep inside, close to your heart, you believed that those who belong to each other will eventually find their way back—after a dance, long or short, collapse and rebirth.
And then, a new system.
A soft peck on your cheek pulls you back to earth, on this blanket spread on the grass, under the starry summer sky.
"Sorry for the wait— the line for ice cream was endless!"
Jungkook sits down beside you, handing you your cone. You take it, watching him for a moment before a small smile formes as you brush his cheek.
"I've waited months, what's a few more minutes?"
Jungkook, already tasting his ice cream, looks at you again—caught off guard by the softness in your voice. And before you could think twice, he kisses you.
Urgent. Familiar. He tastes like vanilla… and home.
"two bodies in different elliptical orbits, drawn by the same force untile they finally collide."
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Genre: S2L - Slow Burn - Mutual Pining - Right person, Wong time - Soft Angst - Happy Ending - (what else?)
Summary:It took one glance to fall into Jungkook's orbit, it took two people to keep you apart, it took three different nights to fall back into each other, and four seasons later, it felt inevitable from the very beginning.
Warnings: None
Wc: 4k (more or less)
A/N: Hi everyone! I'm back! 🥹 Gonna post this little piece before continuing ch4 of Red Light, finally, super slowly, as a lot of things happened and I birthed a whole human in the meantime 🫣 anyway, I hope you enjoy the reading, I wanted to experiment a little and I'm sorry if there are some typos!
-Joy 💜
The universe— what an immense and mysterious expanse.
Its stars are born and die endlessly; black holes lurking in its depths pull in anything that dares come too close, while planets and satellites drift through the void in a constant, rhythmic waltz.
All of it adorns the night sky you watch from afar, reduced to small, scattered points of light.
Who knows how many celestial bodies exist up there—how many, like you, pause and wonder about the nature of the pull they feel toward something unseen? Like the moon orbiting the Earth, like the Earth orbiting the sun.
How many collide for reasons unknown?
Drawn together in some inexplicable way… and how many others avoid the impact? Both pulled toward the same fixed point, perhaps without even realizing it—meeting, brushing past each other, only to drift apart again into the vast darkness.
It’s one of the many mysteries you know you’ll never unravel. You love the sky and all it holds, even if most of it remains beyond your understanding. So you simply watch—lying on your blanket on this cool early summer evening—while distant memories flicker through your mind like scenes from a movie.
"This is Jungkook, my boyfriend," Jia shouted proudly to the group, making sure to be heard over the deafening music. She had a hand on the guy's toned chest as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, leaving it there the entire time as her eyes gazed at him in rapture.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Yunjin and she's Y/N."
And to think you hadn’t even wanted to go out that night.
If it hadn’t been for your best friend Yunjin, you would’ve never gone to that mid-autumn party—would’ve never met Jungkook. You probably would’ve spent friday night locked up at home, watching your current favorite TV series and eating way too much pizza under the covers.
It would’ve been a shame to miss such a sight.
Maybe it was just a coincidence. Or maybe it was something else—some strange alignment, fate perhaps. Because from that moment on, getting that dark-haired man with that magnetic gaze out of your head was no longer an option.
During the introductions, you felt a twinge of guilt toward Jia. Even if she was just an old acquaintance of Yunjin’s from university, it still didn’t feel right to check out someone else’s boyfriend. But it wasn’t just that—he seemed to return your gaze, slow and lingering, stirring something unfamiliar inside you. Something pleasant… yet illicit.
Every time your eyes landed on him, your mind seemed to take snapshots of the little details of him: the completely tattooed right arm, the piercings adorning his pillowy lower lip, the way he wrinkles his nose whenever he laughed.
Your favorite one, however, was the moment your gaze intertwined with his as you danced distractedly on opposite sides of the room— that sweet smile he offered you in return, an image that has haunted your nights on repeat, in the best possible way.
You don't remember much of that evening, except for those fleeting exchanges of glances, again and again: while chatting with your group of friends, sipping drinks absentmindedly, or even as he danced to the rhythm of the music with Jia, who openly pressed her hips against him.
Your eyes kept finding each other in the middle, and it felt strange— the strong magnetism you felt for him. It wasn't right toward Jia, you knew that all too well. And yet, he seemed to enjoy those brief moments just as much, always searching for your eyes whenever he could.
Looking back on it now, the memory draws a soft laugh from you, your head shaking lightly at the realization: it had been the first close encounter between two celestial bodies with no apparent destination—yet somehow destined to cross paths again.
Why, you wonder, did you suddenly compare meeting a stranger— one who was already in a relationship— to something related to the universe you're observing now?
That evening, many things happened, though you weren't yet aware of it.
After that party, nothing particularly exciting happened.
Winter arrived and with it the grayness.
Your days unfolded almost always in the same way: work, home, weekends spent out somewhere, and repeat, almost every week.
Your life wasn't boring though— that was impossible with Yunjin and her sparkling personality by your side. She is always up to date on the unmissable parties and the most popular clubs in town. You've always been the perfect match for each other.
She was unbridled fun, that touch of vibrant, necessary red to color the gray of the winter weeks, and you, on your side, you were relaxation and comfort— that soft, comforting blue, equally needed to keep things from going too far.
The perfect balance.
And it is precisely thanks to one of Yunjin's many red evenings that you ended up in the bed of a man who would drift into your orbit for a while: Junmyeon.
You'd call it a situationship, even if you didn't like to use this word: there was plenty of sex, no romance, and a twisted form of friendship. You spent a good amount of time together, mostly just to satisfy a mutual need by the end of the night.
When you and Junmyeon went out, your friends were always there too, and the only private moment you ever shared was deciding whose place you’d end up at to spend the night.
It worked just fine for you, to be honest; after all, you had few shared interests besides sex. There didn’t seem to be any need to label whatever this was. Besides, you’d caught yourself thinking of Jungkook during steamy moments with Junmyeon— it was pretty obvious you weren’t that interested in him anyway.
Then there was yet another coincidence, one you remember extremely well.
You had gone out with Junmyeon, Yunjin, and her latest fling, Tae. The guy was attractive and it was actually possible to have a decent conversation with him, unlike the dudes Yunjin usually got entangled with. He was the life of the party too, basically Yunjin's male copy: always smiley and cheerful, just like her.
The club he had taken you to had just opened in the city and was packed with curious people; the line stretched along the sidewalks outside, everyone ready to have fun and take advantage of the free food and drinks.
It was a cold night, but the sky above the bustling city was unusually clear; you could even make out a few stars despite the light pollution. A quiet sense of calm settled over you, as if some part of you already knew your orbits were about to align once again.
Once you stepped inside, the sharp scent of alcohol and the pulse of the music wrapped around you completely. The atmosphere was chaotic, especially at the center of the club, where the crowd moved as one to the rhythm. The guys headed to the bar to grab drinks, while you and Yunjin slipped away in search of a less crowded spot to dance without losing sight of each other.
The evening went on with one drink after another; you had a drinking contest with Yunjin, danced with Junmyeon, and got into an all-too-detailed discussion with Tae about American Psycho, exchanging opinions on the movie. The alcohol seemed to work its magic that night; you felt closer to everyone, as if the pull between you had grown stronger within those walls.
After a while, your ears adjusted to the music, and you felt pleasantly lightheaded. Yunjin and Tae were busy making out in the middle of the dance floor, as if no one else existed. You found yourself wondering if he might be the right match for your best friend. They seemed to fit well together, as though they had found each other after a series of disastrous collisions.
It was too soon to tell at that moment, but you had the impression that their orbits aligned perfectly, and the sight of Yunjin smiling made you smile in return.
You had just finished dancing with Junmyeon when he got a few messages from friends saying they were about to arrive and asking him to help them skip the line. So you split up; not wanting to wait outside in the cold, you told him you’d head to the bar for a drink.
Your steps felt heavier as you made your way toward it— maybe having another drink wasn’t the best idea, but you still pushed through the crowd. After ordering something light, your gaze drifted over the people at the bar, until it met a familiar one— that deep gaze that had haunted your sleep for nights.
It was him.
Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes met.
After months in which the memory of that single encounter had begun to fade, Jungkook was suddenly there, just a few steps away, reigniting everything you had felt the first night.
Time seemed to slow down; you could have sworn the moment stretched endlessly, like the strange tingling spreading across your skin.
You were so hopelessly attracted to him— someone who was practically a stranger, aside from those fleeting conversations at the party months ago and the constant exchange of glances, those eyes of his already starting to feel strangely familiar.
"Y/N!"
The movement of his lips as your name left them, in a soft breath of surprise, was enough to bring time back to its normal flow.
You would have liked to hear the syllables of your name linger on his lips, to savor the sound, but the music of the club didn’t allow it.
He remembered you— that stranger with whom he had only ever exchanged glances, the woman who had drawn his attention so effortlessly. Little did he know it was entirely mutual.
You realized, at that moment, that the way you looked at him gave shape to your thoughts, and it made you feel slightly embarrassed and exposed. Still, you decided not to dwell on it— but maybe it was really time to stop drinking.
Something flickered in his deep eyes as his gaze dropped to your lips whispering his name. A bewitching smile appeared on his face, softening the darkness of his eyes.
A part of you couldn’t explain this series of coincidences, the intense pull toward him, as if he were a powerful magnet and every cell in your body were made of iron pins. The other part, however, wanted fewer questions— only to hold onto each moment, to store it safely beneath your skin, the same skin that so desperately craved his touch.
Everything seemed to have finally aligned — a long-awaited perihelion — and it felt strange to you; you barely knew him. You had felt attraction toward complete strangers before, but never like this; never to the point where a single glance could make your legs go weak.
This felt like something that went far beyond the physical, and once again, it was a strange feeling for you.
When he made his way through the crowd at the bar to reach you, a comfortable bubble seemed to form around you both. It felt like talking to someone you had known for a long time, like a loved one after years apart, at ease, light, yet still so close to the unknown.
Talking to him wasn’t awkward or forced at all. He told you he was there with a couple of friends— hence the three beers in his hands— that he was trying to move into a bigger apartment, and… that he and Jia hadn’t been together for a while now.
He didn’t seem heartbroken at all about it; instead, he studied your reaction carefully as he took a sip of his beer.
He was so close that you could feel the warmth radiating from his body.
At the mention of Jia, your thoughts immediately drifted to Junmyeon— to the fact that you were here with him— and suddenly, the bubble bursted. What a strange twist of fate, you thought.
Your gaze darkened slightly, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook’s attentive eyes, as if he could read you effortlessly, like an open book.
The shift in the atmosphere was obvious.
Just as you were about to tell him you were seeing someone, Junmyeon appeared next to you.
“Jaykay!”
Junmyeon hummed, slipping an arm around your shoulders. He was clearly drunk by now, his unsteady movements giving it away as he shook Jungkook’s hand. You were surprised to find out the two already knew each other.
“Oh, Junmyeon,” Jungkook replied in a noticeably less enthusiastic tone, his gaze dropping to the hand resting on your shoulder. In that moment, he understood he would have to step back once again — your orbits so close, and yet always out of reach.
They had worked together for a while, but hadn’t kept in touch after that, losing contact once Jungkook was hired to another company.
While Junmyeon went on about old anecdotes, Jungkook barely seemed to listen, his gaze slipping back to your face again and again. He was trying to understand what had made everything feel so effortless just moments before— when it had only been the two of you, suspended in your own quiet bubble.
“By the way, how do you two know each other?” Junmyeon finally asked, waving his drink between you and Jungkook, breaking the thread of your thoughts.
“We met at a party last summer.”
You decided not to go into too much detail, which earned you a small nod of approval from Jungkook, as if he appreciated your synthesis.
“Summer fling? Can’t blame you, bro!”
Junmyeon’s clouded mind was already jumping to conclusions. He let out a mischievous chuckle, his hands growing a little too bold for your liking. You didn’t mind that kind of attention—but not there, not in front of other people, not in front of Jungkook. It felt wrong, in a way you couldn’t quite explain.
Still, you could tell he was trying to mark his territory in his own way. The hand that had slipped down to your hip, slowly brushing against it, made you visibly stiffen.
Jungkook felt disgust rise in his throat. Seeing the way your body tensed was enough to make something in him snap.
“We’re not bros, dude,” Jungkook scoffed, fixing him with a stern look. “You should take it easy on the alcohol, Junmyeon.”
He took a short sip of his beer, his gaze drifting back to you.
Junmyeon caught the shift in Jungkook’s demeanor and took it as confirmation— there had to be something between you.
“Yeah… I can see that. You’re hitting on my girlfriend,” he said, his tone turning serious. “Just wanted to make a few things clear.”
Jungkook clicked his tongue, letting out a dry laugh at the irony of the situation. The irritation was written all over his face, while you stood there, caught off guard by Junmyeon’s words and the sudden tension between them.
“The fact that you feel the need to ‘make things clear’ says enough,” Jungkook shot back, not giving you time to intervene. He downed the rest of his beer in one go, then added, “Don’t worry about me, worry about yourself.”
Junmyeon didn’t say a word. He just stared at Jungkook, something bitter and defeated in his gaze, his jaw clenched tight.
Whatever had just happened between them clearly went deeper than it seemed. The easy, almost friendly tone from earlier had vanished, replaced by something heavy—thick with unspoken questions. And yet, you hadn’t been given the chance to ask either of them anything.
Jungkook offered you a faint smile, as if he already knew he would have to wait again—for your orbits to drift back toward each other on their own, at the right time.
He could only hope that moment would come soon. And, quietly, so did you.
You weren’t happy with Junmyeon’s behavior that night. He could have handled things better, but the alcohol clearly hadn’t helped. His words alone were enough to start an argument—since when, exactly, had you become his girlfriend without even knowing it?
And more than that, he had no right to jump to conclusions. He didn’t know how complicated things really were—and you weren’t obligated to explain.
As a matter of fact, there had never been anything between you and Jungkook.
Everything had unfolded in a separate universe, born that summer night—when your eyes first fell into each other’s orbit, like two bodies drawn from the same force.
If this was just another perihelion for the both of you—the moment when distance shrinks to its smallest, when you come so close you could almost touch—then now was the time to drift apart again.
The aphelion.
The universe is full of mysteries. Stars are constantly being born and dying—and life is no different.
People drift into each other’s orbit, close enough to almost touch, only to slip away just as easily.
Like Junmyeon, for you. Like Jia, for Jungkook.
They entered your lives at different times, yet shared one thing in common: they both witnessed the near collision of two celestial bodies—unknowingly keeping it from ever truly happening.
That night, the way of Junmyeon's acting, inevitably led to the breakdown of the relationship with him, whatever relationship you have had.
You weren’t exactly friends, and you weren’t dating either—but you still spent too much time together to call it just a one-night stand. It was all confusing, but manageable, as long as there was no need to define it.
When you confronted him about the “my girlfriend” comment, Junmyeon quickly backtracked, taking it all back. He blamed the alcohol, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced himself. The constant sighing, the way he couldn’t hold your gaze for more than a few seconds—it said enough. You didn’t even remember the rest of what he mumbled.
You only remembered leaving alone, your thoughts completely unsettled, along with whatever plans you had for the night.
And yet, meeting Jungkook always seemed to throw everything inside you off balance. The first time, it was like that. The second time too—as if the universe had decided to intervene: here, let me put him in front of you again, just to watch him slip through your fingers once more.
What a load of crap.
Winter faded slowly, taking with it that brief moment of peace you had shared with Jungkook—though it never really left your mind, where it kept lingering.
You would have liked to reach out to him somehow after that night, but your only mutual connections were Junmyeon and Jia—and for obvious reasons, neither option felt like a good idea.
As spring approached, the world seemed to soften again. Flowers bloomed, the air grew lighter, and even the temperatures began to shift.
Work, too, started to move forward. Several promising projects came your way, one of them even leading to proper recognition and the possibility of a raise.
A perfect excuse to celebrate, though with Yunjin around, you rarely needed one.
It was nice, however, to be able to celebrate small achievements with your friends. Reaching certain goals always felt easier with the people who always supported you, and a good dose of alcohol didn’t hurt either.
Over the months, many things had changed. Yunjin had decided to give in and make things official with Tae, and their relationship seemed to be in full swing.
They were indeed the perfect match for each other, exchanging knowing glances and soft smiles throughout that night’s themed party.
The venue was stunning, on the top floor of a city building, filled with flowers and spring decorations. The terrace overlooked the skyline, bathed in a breathtaking sunset.
Bright petals stood out against the velvety hues of peach and pink, slowly melting into soft orange and delicate violet as the minutes passed.
Everything around you felt almost unreal. As if matching the atmosphere, you chose something sweeter than what you usually order at the bar.
You found a quiet spot overlooking the busy street below, sipping your strawberry vodka alone, lounge music fading into the background. Everything was calm—almost peaceful.
Until you turned around and saw the only person you would have preferred not to see.
Junmyeon.
But what made your eyes widen was what was happening on the other side of the terrace. He was making out—completely unbothered, as if there weren’t at least twenty other people around—with the one person who, according to him, had always been “just a friend,” the one who was “like a sister.” Jia.
Brotherly love, huh?
The sight almost made your drink come back up, not because of what you had once shared with him, but because of his lack of honesty. And, deep down, because he had once again interrupted something that never even had the chance to fully unfold.
After the last party, the one where Junmyeon and Jungkook had almost come to blows because of how hostile they were to each other, he had later confessed that he had been talking nonsense that night, blaming the alcohol. And that, in truth, he didn’t feel ready to commit because he was in love with someone else.
And it became clear who he meant only months later, at that spring party. You just wish he had been honest from the start, instead of putting on that possessive act in front of Jungkook, especially since he was never really interested in you that way.
You had let out a long sigh. What's done is done.
In your glass, two pieces of half-melted ice floated in their own water and you were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even notice how long your brows had been furrowed.
Someone leaned against the railing beside you.
You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Your body already did, relaxing almost immediately at his presence, like that long-awaited perihelion finally reached.
If there was one thing you don’t remember from that evening, it’s the way time stopped existing at all.
You genuinely had no idea how long passed between that first knowing smile by the railing and the moment you found yourselves laughing like idiots, leaning against the hood of his car in some random parking lot.
All you remember is looking at the sky while everything slowly started to make sense.
It all fell into place when he told you that Jia and Junmyeon had been having a secret affair—most likely for a long time—and that everything, from the very beginning, had stemmed from an unhealthy attempt to make Junmyeon jealous, for reasons just as messy and unspoken.
What a joke. But this was probably what was needed to disrupt the balance of those two elliptical orbits.
That explained the attraction from the very beginning, it had always been inevitable.
Your orbits had crossed because of a single disruption, and from that moment on, your worlds kept circling the same point, drifting closer and farther apart, until the truth finally led you here.
In front of the pale rising sun, under a pastel sky, you and Jungkook closed the distance between you, sealing a fate that had simply been waiting for the right conditions.
The universe shifted.
Two celestial bodies that once followed separate paths no longer moved that same way. From that kiss, something new began to exist.
The universe remained an endless mystery, but somewhere deep inside, close to your heart, you believed that those who belong to each other will eventually find their way back—after a dance, long or short, collapse and rebirth.
And then, a new system.
A soft peck on your cheek pulls you back to earth, on this blanket spread on the grass, under the starry summer sky.
"Sorry for the wait— the line for ice cream was endless!"
Jungkook sits down beside you, handing you your cone. You take it, watching him for a moment before a small smile formes as you brush his cheek.
"I've waited months, what's a few more minutes?"
Jungkook, already tasting his ice cream, looks at you again—caught off guard by the softness in your voice. And before you could think twice, he kisses you.
Urgent. Familiar. He tastes like vanilla… and home.
"two bodies in different elliptical orbits, drawn by the same force untile they finally collide."
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Genre: S2L - Slow Burn - Mutual Pining - Right person, Wong time - Soft Angst - Happy Ending - (what else?)
Summary:It took one glance to fall into Jungkook's orbit, it took two people to keep you apart, it took three different nights to fall back into each other, and four seasons later, it felt inevitable from the very beginning.
Warnings: None
Wc: 4k (more or less)
A/N: Hi everyone! I'm back! 🥹 Gonna post this little piece before continuing ch4 of Red Light, finally, super slowly, as a lot of things happened and I birthed a whole human in the meantime 🫣 anyway, I hope you enjoy the reading, I wanted to experiment a little and I'm sorry if there are some typos!
-Joy 💜
The universe— what an immense and mysterious expanse.
Its stars are born and die endlessly; black holes lurking in its depths pull in anything that dares come too close, while planets and satellites drift through the void in a constant, rhythmic waltz.
All of it adorns the night sky you watch from afar, reduced to small, scattered points of light.
Who knows how many celestial bodies exist up there—how many, like you, pause and wonder about the nature of the pull they feel toward something unseen? Like the moon orbiting the Earth, like the Earth orbiting the sun.
How many collide for reasons unknown?
Drawn together in some inexplicable way… and how many others avoid the impact? Both pulled toward the same fixed point, perhaps without even realizing it—meeting, brushing past each other, only to drift apart again into the vast darkness.
It’s one of the many mysteries you know you’ll never unravel. You love the sky and all it holds, even if most of it remains beyond your understanding. So you simply watch—lying on your blanket on this cool early summer evening—while distant memories flicker through your mind like scenes from a movie.
"This is Jungkook, my boyfriend," Jia shouted proudly to the group, making sure to be heard over the deafening music. She had a hand on the guy's toned chest as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, leaving it there the entire time as her eyes gazed at him in rapture.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Yunjin and she's Y/N."
And to think you hadn’t even wanted to go out that night.
If it hadn’t been for your best friend Yunjin, you would’ve never gone to that mid-autumn party—would’ve never met Jungkook. You probably would’ve spent friday night locked up at home, watching your current favorite TV series and eating way too much pizza under the covers.
It would’ve been a shame to miss such a sight.
Maybe it was just a coincidence. Or maybe it was something else—some strange alignment, fate perhaps. Because from that moment on, getting that dark-haired man with that magnetic gaze out of your head was no longer an option.
During the introductions, you felt a twinge of guilt toward Jia. Even if she was just an old acquaintance of Yunjin’s from university, it still didn’t feel right to check out someone else’s boyfriend. But it wasn’t just that—he seemed to return your gaze, slow and lingering, stirring something unfamiliar inside you. Something pleasant… yet illicit.
Every time your eyes landed on him, your mind seemed to take snapshots of the little details of him: the completely tattooed right arm, the piercings adorning his pillowy lower lip, the way he wrinkles his nose whenever he laughed.
Your favorite one, however, was the moment your gaze intertwined with his as you danced distractedly on opposite sides of the room— that sweet smile he offered you in return, an image that has haunted your nights on repeat, in the best possible way.
You don't remember much of that evening, except for those fleeting exchanges of glances, again and again: while chatting with your group of friends, sipping drinks absentmindedly, or even as he danced to the rhythm of the music with Jia, who openly pressed her hips against him.
Your eyes kept finding each other in the middle, and it felt strange— the strong magnetism you felt for him. It wasn't right toward Jia, you knew that all too well. And yet, he seemed to enjoy those brief moments just as much, always searching for your eyes whenever he could.
Looking back on it now, the memory draws a soft laugh from you, your head shaking lightly at the realization: it had been the first close encounter between two celestial bodies with no apparent destination—yet somehow destined to cross paths again.
Why, you wonder, did you suddenly compare meeting a stranger— one who was already in a relationship— to something related to the universe you're observing now?
That evening, many things happened, though you weren't yet aware of it.
After that party, nothing particularly exciting happened.
Winter arrived and with it the grayness.
Your days unfolded almost always in the same way: work, home, weekends spent out somewhere, and repeat, almost every week.
Your life wasn't boring though— that was impossible with Yunjin and her sparkling personality by your side. She is always up to date on the unmissable parties and the most popular clubs in town. You've always been the perfect match for each other.
She was unbridled fun, that touch of vibrant, necessary red to color the gray of the winter weeks, and you, on your side, you were relaxation and comfort— that soft, comforting blue, equally needed to keep things from going too far.
The perfect balance.
And it is precisely thanks to one of Yunjin's many red evenings that you ended up in the bed of a man who would drift into your orbit for a while: Junmyeon.
You'd call it a situationship, even if you didn't like to use this word: there was plenty of sex, no romance, and a twisted form of friendship. You spent a good amount of time together, mostly just to satisfy a mutual need by the end of the night.
When you and Junmyeon went out, your friends were always there too, and the only private moment you ever shared was deciding whose place you’d end up at to spend the night.
It worked just fine for you, to be honest; after all, you had few shared interests besides sex. There didn’t seem to be any need to label whatever this was. Besides, you’d caught yourself thinking of Jungkook during steamy moments with Junmyeon— it was pretty obvious you weren’t that interested in him anyway.
Then there was yet another coincidence, one you remember extremely well.
You had gone out with Junmyeon, Yunjin, and her latest fling, Tae. The guy was attractive and it was actually possible to have a decent conversation with him, unlike the dudes Yunjin usually got entangled with. He was the life of the party too, basically Yunjin's male copy: always smiley and cheerful, just like her.
The club he had taken you to had just opened in the city and was packed with curious people; the line stretched along the sidewalks outside, everyone ready to have fun and take advantage of the free food and drinks.
It was a cold night, but the sky above the bustling city was unusually clear; you could even make out a few stars despite the light pollution. A quiet sense of calm settled over you, as if some part of you already knew your orbits were about to align once again.
Once you stepped inside, the sharp scent of alcohol and the pulse of the music wrapped around you completely. The atmosphere was chaotic, especially at the center of the club, where the crowd moved as one to the rhythm. The guys headed to the bar to grab drinks, while you and Yunjin slipped away in search of a less crowded spot to dance without losing sight of each other.
The evening went on with one drink after another; you had a drinking contest with Yunjin, danced with Junmyeon, and got into an all-too-detailed discussion with Tae about American Psycho, exchanging opinions on the movie. The alcohol seemed to work its magic that night; you felt closer to everyone, as if the pull between you had grown stronger within those walls.
After a while, your ears adjusted to the music, and you felt pleasantly lightheaded. Yunjin and Tae were busy making out in the middle of the dance floor, as if no one else existed. You found yourself wondering if he might be the right match for your best friend. They seemed to fit well together, as though they had found each other after a series of disastrous collisions.
It was too soon to tell at that moment, but you had the impression that their orbits aligned perfectly, and the sight of Yunjin smiling made you smile in return.
You had just finished dancing with Junmyeon when he got a few messages from friends saying they were about to arrive and asking him to help them skip the line. So you split up; not wanting to wait outside in the cold, you told him you’d head to the bar for a drink.
Your steps felt heavier as you made your way toward it— maybe having another drink wasn’t the best idea, but you still pushed through the crowd. After ordering something light, your gaze drifted over the people at the bar, until it met a familiar one— that deep gaze that had haunted your sleep for nights.
It was him.
Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes met.
After months in which the memory of that single encounter had begun to fade, Jungkook was suddenly there, just a few steps away, reigniting everything you had felt the first night.
Time seemed to slow down; you could have sworn the moment stretched endlessly, like the strange tingling spreading across your skin.
You were so hopelessly attracted to him— someone who was practically a stranger, aside from those fleeting conversations at the party months ago and the constant exchange of glances, those eyes of his already starting to feel strangely familiar.
"Y/N!"
The movement of his lips as your name left them, in a soft breath of surprise, was enough to bring time back to its normal flow.
You would have liked to hear the syllables of your name linger on his lips, to savor the sound, but the music of the club didn’t allow it.
He remembered you— that stranger with whom he had only ever exchanged glances, the woman who had drawn his attention so effortlessly. Little did he know it was entirely mutual.
You realized, at that moment, that the way you looked at him gave shape to your thoughts, and it made you feel slightly embarrassed and exposed. Still, you decided not to dwell on it— but maybe it was really time to stop drinking.
Something flickered in his deep eyes as his gaze dropped to your lips whispering his name. A bewitching smile appeared on his face, softening the darkness of his eyes.
A part of you couldn’t explain this series of coincidences, the intense pull toward him, as if he were a powerful magnet and every cell in your body were made of iron pins. The other part, however, wanted fewer questions— only to hold onto each moment, to store it safely beneath your skin, the same skin that so desperately craved his touch.
Everything seemed to have finally aligned — a long-awaited perihelion — and it felt strange to you; you barely knew him. You had felt attraction toward complete strangers before, but never like this; never to the point where a single glance could make your legs go weak.
This felt like something that went far beyond the physical, and once again, it was a strange feeling for you.
When he made his way through the crowd at the bar to reach you, a comfortable bubble seemed to form around you both. It felt like talking to someone you had known for a long time, like a loved one after years apart, at ease, light, yet still so close to the unknown.
Talking to him wasn’t awkward or forced at all. He told you he was there with a couple of friends— hence the three beers in his hands— that he was trying to move into a bigger apartment, and… that he and Jia hadn’t been together for a while now.
He didn’t seem heartbroken at all about it; instead, he studied your reaction carefully as he took a sip of his beer.
He was so close that you could feel the warmth radiating from his body.
At the mention of Jia, your thoughts immediately drifted to Junmyeon— to the fact that you were here with him— and suddenly, the bubble bursted. What a strange twist of fate, you thought.
Your gaze darkened slightly, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook’s attentive eyes, as if he could read you effortlessly, like an open book.
The shift in the atmosphere was obvious.
Just as you were about to tell him you were seeing someone, Junmyeon appeared next to you.
“Jaykay!”
Junmyeon hummed, slipping an arm around your shoulders. He was clearly drunk by now, his unsteady movements giving it away as he shook Jungkook’s hand. You were surprised to find out the two already knew each other.
“Oh, Junmyeon,” Jungkook replied in a noticeably less enthusiastic tone, his gaze dropping to the hand resting on your shoulder. In that moment, he understood he would have to step back once again — your orbits so close, and yet always out of reach.
They had worked together for a while, but hadn’t kept in touch after that, losing contact once Jungkook was hired to another company.
While Junmyeon went on about old anecdotes, Jungkook barely seemed to listen, his gaze slipping back to your face again and again. He was trying to understand what had made everything feel so effortless just moments before— when it had only been the two of you, suspended in your own quiet bubble.
“By the way, how do you two know each other?” Junmyeon finally asked, waving his drink between you and Jungkook, breaking the thread of your thoughts.
“We met at a party last summer.”
You decided not to go into too much detail, which earned you a small nod of approval from Jungkook, as if he appreciated your synthesis.
“Summer fling? Can’t blame you, bro!”
Junmyeon’s clouded mind was already jumping to conclusions. He let out a mischievous chuckle, his hands growing a little too bold for your liking. You didn’t mind that kind of attention—but not there, not in front of other people, not in front of Jungkook. It felt wrong, in a way you couldn’t quite explain.
Still, you could tell he was trying to mark his territory in his own way. The hand that had slipped down to your hip, slowly brushing against it, made you visibly stiffen.
Jungkook felt disgust rise in his throat. Seeing the way your body tensed was enough to make something in him snap.
“We’re not bros, dude,” Jungkook scoffed, fixing him with a stern look. “You should take it easy on the alcohol, Junmyeon.”
He took a short sip of his beer, his gaze drifting back to you.
Junmyeon caught the shift in Jungkook’s demeanor and took it as confirmation— there had to be something between you.
“Yeah… I can see that. You’re hitting on my girlfriend,” he said, his tone turning serious. “Just wanted to make a few things clear.”
Jungkook clicked his tongue, letting out a dry laugh at the irony of the situation. The irritation was written all over his face, while you stood there, caught off guard by Junmyeon’s words and the sudden tension between them.
“The fact that you feel the need to ‘make things clear’ says enough,” Jungkook shot back, not giving you time to intervene. He downed the rest of his beer in one go, then added, “Don’t worry about me, worry about yourself.”
Junmyeon didn’t say a word. He just stared at Jungkook, something bitter and defeated in his gaze, his jaw clenched tight.
Whatever had just happened between them clearly went deeper than it seemed. The easy, almost friendly tone from earlier had vanished, replaced by something heavy—thick with unspoken questions. And yet, you hadn’t been given the chance to ask either of them anything.
Jungkook offered you a faint smile, as if he already knew he would have to wait again—for your orbits to drift back toward each other on their own, at the right time.
He could only hope that moment would come soon. And, quietly, so did you.
You weren’t happy with Junmyeon’s behavior that night. He could have handled things better, but the alcohol clearly hadn’t helped. His words alone were enough to start an argument—since when, exactly, had you become his girlfriend without even knowing it?
And more than that, he had no right to jump to conclusions. He didn’t know how complicated things really were—and you weren’t obligated to explain.
As a matter of fact, there had never been anything between you and Jungkook.
Everything had unfolded in a separate universe, born that summer night—when your eyes first fell into each other’s orbit, like two bodies drawn from the same force.
If this was just another perihelion for the both of you—the moment when distance shrinks to its smallest, when you come so close you could almost touch—then now was the time to drift apart again.
The aphelion.
The universe is full of mysteries. Stars are constantly being born and dying—and life is no different.
People drift into each other’s orbit, close enough to almost touch, only to slip away just as easily.
Like Junmyeon, for you. Like Jia, for Jungkook.
They entered your lives at different times, yet shared one thing in common: they both witnessed the near collision of two celestial bodies—unknowingly keeping it from ever truly happening.
That night, the way of Junmyeon's acting, inevitably led to the breakdown of the relationship with him, whatever relationship you have had.
You weren’t exactly friends, and you weren’t dating either—but you still spent too much time together to call it just a one-night stand. It was all confusing, but manageable, as long as there was no need to define it.
When you confronted him about the “my girlfriend” comment, Junmyeon quickly backtracked, taking it all back. He blamed the alcohol, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced himself. The constant sighing, the way he couldn’t hold your gaze for more than a few seconds—it said enough. You didn’t even remember the rest of what he mumbled.
You only remembered leaving alone, your thoughts completely unsettled, along with whatever plans you had for the night.
And yet, meeting Jungkook always seemed to throw everything inside you off balance. The first time, it was like that. The second time too—as if the universe had decided to intervene: here, let me put him in front of you again, just to watch him slip through your fingers once more.
What a load of crap.
Winter faded slowly, taking with it that brief moment of peace you had shared with Jungkook—though it never really left your mind, where it kept lingering.
You would have liked to reach out to him somehow after that night, but your only mutual connections were Junmyeon and Jia—and for obvious reasons, neither option felt like a good idea.
As spring approached, the world seemed to soften again. Flowers bloomed, the air grew lighter, and even the temperatures began to shift.
Work, too, started to move forward. Several promising projects came your way, one of them even leading to proper recognition and the possibility of a raise.
A perfect excuse to celebrate, though with Yunjin around, you rarely needed one.
It was nice, however, to be able to celebrate small achievements with your friends. Reaching certain goals always felt easier with the people who always supported you, and a good dose of alcohol didn’t hurt either.
Over the months, many things had changed. Yunjin had decided to give in and make things official with Tae, and their relationship seemed to be in full swing.
They were indeed the perfect match for each other, exchanging knowing glances and soft smiles throughout that night’s themed party.
The venue was stunning, on the top floor of a city building, filled with flowers and spring decorations. The terrace overlooked the skyline, bathed in a breathtaking sunset.
Bright petals stood out against the velvety hues of peach and pink, slowly melting into soft orange and delicate violet as the minutes passed.
Everything around you felt almost unreal. As if matching the atmosphere, you chose something sweeter than what you usually order at the bar.
You found a quiet spot overlooking the busy street below, sipping your strawberry vodka alone, lounge music fading into the background. Everything was calm—almost peaceful.
Until you turned around and saw the only person you would have preferred not to see.
Junmyeon.
But what made your eyes widen was what was happening on the other side of the terrace. He was making out—completely unbothered, as if there weren’t at least twenty other people around—with the one person who, according to him, had always been “just a friend,” the one who was “like a sister.” Jia.
Brotherly love, huh?
The sight almost made your drink come back up, not because of what you had once shared with him, but because of his lack of honesty. And, deep down, because he had once again interrupted something that never even had the chance to fully unfold.
After the last party, the one where Junmyeon and Jungkook had almost come to blows because of how hostile they were to each other, he had later confessed that he had been talking nonsense that night, blaming the alcohol. And that, in truth, he didn’t feel ready to commit because he was in love with someone else.
And it became clear who he meant only months later, at that spring party. You just wish he had been honest from the start, instead of putting on that possessive act in front of Jungkook, especially since he was never really interested in you that way.
You had let out a long sigh. What's done is done.
In your glass, two pieces of half-melted ice floated in their own water and you were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even notice how long your brows had been furrowed.
Someone leaned against the railing beside you.
You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Your body already did, relaxing almost immediately at his presence, like that long-awaited perihelion finally reached.
If there was one thing you don’t remember from that evening, it’s the way time stopped existing at all.
You genuinely had no idea how long passed between that first knowing smile by the railing and the moment you found yourselves laughing like idiots, leaning against the hood of his car in some random parking lot.
All you remember is looking at the sky while everything slowly started to make sense.
It all fell into place when he told you that Jia and Junmyeon had been having a secret affair—most likely for a long time—and that everything, from the very beginning, had stemmed from an unhealthy attempt to make Junmyeon jealous, for reasons just as messy and unspoken.
What a joke. But this was probably what was needed to disrupt the balance of those two elliptical orbits.
That explained the attraction from the very beginning, it had always been inevitable.
Your orbits had crossed because of a single disruption, and from that moment on, your worlds kept circling the same point, drifting closer and farther apart, until the truth finally led you here.
In front of the pale rising sun, under a pastel sky, you and Jungkook closed the distance between you, sealing a fate that had simply been waiting for the right conditions.
The universe shifted.
Two celestial bodies that once followed separate paths no longer moved that same way. From that kiss, something new began to exist.
The universe remained an endless mystery, but somewhere deep inside, close to your heart, you believed that those who belong to each other will eventually find their way back—after a dance, long or short, collapse and rebirth.
And then, a new system.
A soft peck on your cheek pulls you back to earth, on this blanket spread on the grass, under the starry summer sky.
"Sorry for the wait— the line for ice cream was endless!"
Jungkook sits down beside you, handing you your cone. You take it, watching him for a moment before a small smile formes as you brush his cheek.
"I've waited months, what's a few more minutes?"
Jungkook, already tasting his ice cream, looks at you again—caught off guard by the softness in your voice. And before you could think twice, he kisses you.
Urgent. Familiar. He tastes like vanilla… and home.
